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doobean · 7 months

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AN EASY A - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: There's a problem student in your class and he just can't seem to understand that he needs to put in the effort. You've already given him three chances to make up his assignments - all of which he ignored. But what happens when he suggests another alternative during office hours?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, age gap (he's 22 and reader is 27), student-teacher (duh), reader kind of a tough professor lol, also a bully too ig, sex in teacher's office, masturbation (reader), power imbalance, nonconsensual video recording, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, breast/nipple play, dom?reader, switch!nagi, cunninglingus, cumming on face and inside, degradation, name calling (brat x 2, good boy x 1), nagi having a big dick, happy ending :) word count: 3.7K a/n: part 3 of my kinktober event :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIFE TOOK OVER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LOST TIME ;; I WILL MAKE THE LAST KINKTOBER FIC EXTRA SPICY TOO DONT WORRY FAM - also im super proud of myself for literally scraping the draft and rewrote this within a span of two days?? like wow the pressure is on.

There are some habits that never seem to change — even with age. You’ve seen it all, experienced it too, from emailing your teachers last minute about having to make up an exam worth over half of your course grade to faking a family death in order to get an extension, or — and this is more for students who are a bit too ‘brave’ — blaming the teachers for their inability to do their jobs. You knew what you would be getting into when you went into this job, from having to do the last minute panic pleas to now being on the receiving end of it. And you now actually feel sorry for having to bombard your past professors like that.

You release a deep breath from your nose and flick the red gel pen across a student’s exam, circling the large failing number by their name. “I’ll see you next year.” You try to sound less harsh, more on the sympathetic side, since you’re relatively still within the same age group as some of these students, but who wants to hear that? That they have to repeat a course and be stuck a graduation year behind? Absolutely no one.

You want to look away as you hand the student back his exam scores because you just know it’s going to end with tears and meaningless pleas but that would be unprofessional on your end. Instead, you give the student a small smile and a couple of pieces of candy from the glass bowl next to you.

“Sorry if it’s not much but it’s better than nothing?” God, you need to work on your pep talk. These students are basically adults, not elementary school kids.

“A-Are you sure I can’t do anything else to boost my grade?” The student starts to whimper and you have to tense your whole body from cringing at their quivering voice.

Ugh, it’s useless. Why bother begging if they haven’t bothered to study the material?

Still, you manage to whip up an emphatic frown and shake your head, voice sounding more motherly. “I’m sure it’ll be easier for you to understand next time.”

Another whine and then a final huff before the student storms out of your office. By the time the door shuts and their wails are out of ear shot, you slump back into your chair and groan loudly into your palms. Your body aches from being at your desk all day long — your mind is doing no better, having to deal with students’ cries and unwarranted trauma dumping. Seriously, when are they going to pay teachers more to deal with this type of stuff?

On the bright side of things, your office hours are officially over. Final grades will be up by tonight and you’ve completed most of your tasks with all but one student being a constant no show for the eternity of the semester but that responsibility doesn’t fall onto you. He and the handful of others can just show up again next year.

You spend some time debating your options, eating a nice, warm bowl of noodles sounds good for now but… you did spend nearly eight hours cooped up in your office and you are feeling a bit high energy right now, so stress relieving might be a good answer first.

“Now, where did I put that thing?” You reach down your desk, pulling up your purse and rummage through it looking for a very specific purple ‘massager’.

It’s super rare for you to ‘release’ stress while on campus grounds, this might be one of the few times, with others following the same patterns, but you feel the utter need to reward yourself after today’s events. It’ll only take you maybe ten minutes max, afterwards it’s dinner and then a quiet train ride home. Plus, not like you have a partner who can do this for you — you barely have time to take care of yourself, let alone be in a relationship or commit yourself to a random hook up. Sometimes, it’s just better to handle the situation yourself since it is your body.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips as you place the vibrating head against the soft cotton fabric of your panties, already soaked through by just the thought of de-stressing yourself. You throw your head back, with one hand steady with the magic wand and the other traveling up to your blouse, unbuttoning the top and allowing your black bra to be exposed in the room. As you increase the pressure from the vibrations, your free hand spills your breasts from its cups, your thumbs and digits immediately running over the sensitive nubs and plush flesh of your chest as you start to chase your high.

“M-Mhm—! Right there…” You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes, imagination fleeting to the thoughts of a male seated in between your legs, his tongue desperate and latching to your overwhelmed clit and folds while your thighs keep his shoulders in place.

You think it’s so unfair that your other friends have already settled down with partners of their own. When holidays come around the corner, when you finally catch a break from all the whining and fake wolf cries, you just have to hear your friends gush about how romantic their partners are to them. You secretly hate winter because of it. All those talks about Christmas gifts, their New Year’s couples resolutions, their stupid fancy ski trips that cost close to thousands of dollars, and then top it off for Valentine’s Day. Summer is more bearable, only because of the lack of romantic holidays, but you still get bitter from seeing their beach photos and international trips.

You change the position of your magic wand, facing it closer and pressing it harder down your clit, nearly drawing blood from your lips as you suppress back a frantic moan — a moan that’s a mix of both pleasure and frustration.

Fuck the students. Fuck your friends. And fuck this job.

“H-Haah—! Oh my god…” Your hips buckle feverishly, body quaking in your seat as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening in your stomach and a rush down below. A build up of tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes as your vision starts to grow hazy. Your heart heaves forward, about to burst out of your chest, the imaginary man just about to finish you off—

Creak.

Your eyes immediately pop open and the color drains from your face at the squealing sound from the door. You don’t have enough time to cover yourself up when you realize that a student is standing by the entrance, wearing an equally shocked expression on his face. A tousle of white shaggy hair, large gray eyes, appearing at a staggering height with—your gaze trail to his hands and nearly faint from the sight—his phone.

The sound of the door creaking again snaps you out of the phase and your arms fly over your chest, the words stuck in your throat and your vibrator falling to the floor.

Shit, what should you ask first? Has he been recording you this whole time? When did he even show up? You’re positive that you were the only one left in the academic building, so what is going on?

“Um,” The male has the audacity to walk in the room, his gaze fixated on everything but you. “Are office hours still open?”

What. The. Fuck.

You blink once, twice, and, when the student is still standing there, confirming your thoughts that he isn’t an awful mirage sent down by the Lord himself, you feel yourself internally shrinking.

“I-Is that the first thing you want to ask me?” You stifle back a laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. Maybe even a few waterworks for later. “Just who are you?”

But then it hits you. The black and blue duffle bag he has by his side had his name engraved on it. You don’t need to take a closer to recognize the national team’s logo and you certainly don’t need a Google search to realize that Nagi fucking Seishiro, a soccer prodigy and your apparent student for the semester, might’ve just recorded you masturbating in your office.

You manage to find an old jacket from one of the drawers at your desk and throw it on before pointing a harsh finger at the man. “Delete it, now.”

“Will I get an A?” Nagi is surprisingly blunt and, now looking back, this might honestly be the first time you’ve ever talked to him out of the whole semester. He seems to catch your perplexed look, shooting you a pair of creased brows back as he explains, “All of my other courses were remote because of training and football games… You were the only professor that denied it.”

You huff, seemingly annoyed that he thinks he can be an exception to your course rules. “I don’t hand out favoritism to just anyone and,” You glare at the phone in his hand, sneering right back at his uncaring facial expression. “I’m definitely not going to pass you if you’re threatening to black mail me.”

“Maybe we can help each other out?” Nagi offers, maybe a bit too fast and too eager.

You cautiously sink back in your seat, eyes narrowing at his suggestion. “What are you implying, Nagi?” The male shuffles awkwardly in place and your gaze flicks down, eyes widening for the nth time today and an audible gasp slips out. “You can’t be serious.”

“I need to pass and you—” Nagi clears his throat and motions to your slick covered vibrator, which is still very much on and buzzing away on the wooden floor boards near his feet. “You didn’t finish.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the semi-hard length through his sweats with his other before finishing his offer. “I’ll delete the video, help you, and you’ll give me an A?” Nagi lamely suggests.

You want to scream, dig yourself a ditch large enough to fit you and the rest of however much pride you had left, and wither away. You’ve had students coming to you with plenty of other excuses, much more tamed than whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. And, regardless how much shitty this actually is, it doesn’t get rid of the fact that: one — you’re still sexually frustrated from having your orgasm ruined by this oversized, lazy fucker, two — you literally just got this job a year ago and getting fired for masturbating on campus might not look so great on your record, and three — if Nagi is true to his words, maybe you both can just forget about it the next day.

“You don’t get the control, I do.” You rise from your seat, allowing the jacket to fall from your frame. Your gaze hardens on the male subject in front of you as you bend down to reach for your toy, turning it off and putting it away in a nearby drawer that’s most likely filled with other student’s graded assignments.

Whatever, they’ll probably cry more fluids on it when they get their results back anyway.

Nagi tenses when you reach over to touch his arms, feeling up his toned biceps and rest of his upper body underneath the black hoodie, and he doesn’t dare to move unless you tell him to. You let out a scoff, feeling satisfied that he’s already willing to compromise so quickly under short notice. With a light tug on his sleeve, you drag him closer to your desk and settle yourself on top of it. You hike up your pencil skirt to your upper thighs and spread your legs wide enough for the width of his shoulders.

“On your knees, brat.”

He silently obliges, bending down on one knee and his hands find home on your inner thighs. You resist the urge to squirm under his touch, still feeling rather sensitive from your earlier chase and not wanting to give him any ounce of satisfaction. Without any audible exchanges, he allows you to direct his head closer to the heat of your sex, the combination of your increasing wetness and the hot puffs from his breath makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

With a quick swipe, his fingers brush aside your panties to the crease of your thighs and lean in, giving a few experimental licks to your slicked cover folds before burying the rest of his face in. Your reaction is instant. Your fingers claw their way deep into his shoulder blades, thighs threatening to squeeze the living life out of him, but Nagi’s grip is even more threatening. He stays rigid, palms glued to your thighs and keeping them in place as his tongue flicks against the stiff nub — drawing lazy circles.

Your mouth betrays your character as he suddenly decides to insert two digits, scissoring their way into your velvety walls. Nagi grunts in response at just how lewd you sound right now.

“Soaking wet…” He observes with careful eyes at your sex before looking up, a playful smirk flashes across his face when he notices the flush in your cheeks. With another twirl from his fingers, combined with the slow swirls from his tongue, your head rolls back as the torrent seems to be relentless.

With the next extra pumps, you cum hard with a shudder, vicing your thighs against his head. You can feel the leak of fluids slide out of your folds, and Nagi pushes his face inward, making sure he slid his tongue against that sweet spot of yours again. It blinds you with a final surge of pleasure, and you cry out as your orgasm shakes you to the core, nails biting into his shoulders.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense before, even with the usage of your vibrator — hell, you can’t even remember when’s the last time a man has made you reach that high. Bright colors cloud your vision as you tumble through what seems like an endless bliss. Your body goes slack, back now flushed against the office desk, but Nagi’s body is still tense, his muscles twitching as he gets to his feet and lifts your legs off his shoulders.

“Hey,” Nagi slurs, wiping away your slick with the back of his hand. “We’re not done here.”

“W-What are you talking about—ah!”

Your vision is just beginning to clear up when you find yourself trapped between Nagi’s arms. He’s hovering above you, a certain dark look casts over his gray hues as he bores into your own. You swallow hard, heart beating faster when you look down to see his sweats already laid around his thighs and his cock springs free, head spilling with heavy amounts of pre. Nagi’s length twitches at the sounds of your moans and the male takes that as a sign of approval.

“What?” He leans forward, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “You’ve never seen a penis before?”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat.” You spit back, immediately tearing your gaze away from his rather impressive size. Might be the biggest you’ve ever seen in person outside from those awful porn videos online.

If you can find the energy to, you might’ve laughed at his lame attempt to have the upper hand, but Nagi doesn’t waste his time. He closes the distance, smashing his lips against yours, tongue already dragging its way down your throat. You choke back but recover quickly, hands flying to his locks, grabbing fistfuls, and rocking your hips against his hardened appendage. A sinful groan slips from his lips and lifts one of your thighs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder while he wraps the other around his waist.

You part your lips when he breaks away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting you two, and a whine spills from you as Nagi begins sliding his cock in between your folds. He sucks in his teeth, breath hitching sharply at the sight.

“Wanna put it in so bad—” He shudders seeing your slick engulfing his length. “Can I—Can I please put it in?” His monotone voice now replaced with a shaky resolve, almost as if he’s seeking for your next stage of approval and pleasure.

You reach up and cup his cheeks in your hands, eyes softening at his glassy ones. “Promise to delete that video and you might get a chance, Nagi.”

“Sei,” The male breathes out.

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

Nagi leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheeks into your palms. “Want you to call me Sei… Can you do that?”

“Sei…” You whisper out, suppressing back a laugh when you see the towering male tensing at the sound of his name. The twitching from his cock brushes against your clit making you squirm. “Sei, make me cum around that cock of yours.”

A cry escapes from the both of you when he slides in, inching bit by bit and holding your waist with both hands as leverage. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, sounds leaving your hoarse throat at the sheer size from him. Your hands can only reach his thighs, nails leaving their crescent marks on his skin as Nagi bottoms out inside of you with a long, agonizing stroke. Nagi takes his time, building a slow but steady rhythm, staring down at you with intense gray eyes and making sure the thickness of his cock stretches your walls as he continues. You suddenly feel grateful that you came earlier, the extra slick and foreplay made the insertion easier because you’re certain without it there’s no guarantee that you would’ve been able to handle this mind numbing fucking.

After a few more experimental strokes, Nagi finds a comfortable pace. You’re now starting to get used to him and it feels so, so good that you’re finding everything in your power to spread your legs as far open as they would go. Sensing your struggle, Nagi lifts one hand to push your thigh back even further, and you let out a yelp, whining when you feel him brushing against that sweet spot inside of you again.

A warm rushing sensation starts building in your stomach again and you feel as if you’re about to jump off a cliff. Your walls clamp down around his cock, wails starting to bounce off the walls and legs shaking without any means of control. You’re absolutely floored by the way Nagi’s able to make your body react this much under his touch. It’s only your first time having sex, yet it feels like he’d been making love with you for a lifetime.

Your eyes fly shut as the feeling of his callous thumbs make their way onto your swollen clit, rubbing and tapping away. Flames are riding your nerves, you can’t hold back any sort of resistance in your voice as he picks up the pace, hips slamming into yours and sounds of sex filling the air. Nagi moves swiftly and punishingly, holding your hips still and not allowing you any room to move around as his cock tears against that spot that had tears finally spilling down your flushed face.

“Sei,” You choke out a sob, throwing a hand over your mouth to try and suppress some of the noise. Though, you and him both know it’s a futile effort.

The build up of pleasure is so binding that you’re beginning to lose sense of time and place, feeling only the desperate and feral thrusts from your student. Your second orgasm fades slowly, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy, but that doesn’t stop Nagi.

Still hard and pumping, his grip on your hips only tighten and he grunts out a lustful moan. “Feels good, right? Cumming all over me?”

You look up to him, tears of pleasure disorienting your vision, and in a state where you’re too incoherent to speak — pleading only with your doe eyes.

Nagi understood immediately. He slows down his pace, leaning forward, making sure the head of his cock kisses the inside of your cervix before bending down to place one on your own gaping lips.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You manage out.

He groans at the pet name and peppers your face and neck with wet kisses, lifting your leg with one hand so that he can slowly stroke back and forth inside.

One of your hands reaches for your chest, fondling and toying with your nipples while your other hand reaches for the back of his head, gripping his white locks and pulling him down for another feverish kiss. Your lips remain sealed and pressed together in a battle of tongues as he rocks inside of you, sending you yet another orgasm as he moans into your mouth.

“H-Haah—I’m close…” His hips buck wildly. “Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy…”

Nagi finally comes undone inside of you, his whole body shuddering as coats of white paint the insides of your velvety walls. A heavy pant from him catches your ears as he pulls out slowly, eyes admiring the hot, white trail that travels down your thighs and onto your desk.

By now, you can barely keep your eyes open, both mind and body exhausted. You try to get up, only to find zero strength left in your limbs, but soon you feel a pair of toned biceps around your waist and Nagi pulls you into his firm, yet comforting chest.

You want to ask him something again, something regarding that video he took of you earlier, but you’re beginning to lose your train of thought as exhaustion creeps up. Your entire body aches and your pussy is still emptying his remaining orgasm. But, strangely enough, you find yourself not caring about it anymore.

A smile makes its way onto your features as you drift off to sleep, making you miss the fact that Nagi did delete the video shortly after and scribble a quick note next to your purse. It’ll be another hour before you have the chance to read it.

‘Don’t forget that A. XXX-XXX-0506 - Sei.’

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bloatedandalone04 · 6 months

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Right Back to the Start

➪the one where luke wakes up to the abandoned city of detroit and doesn’t think twice about looking for the one person that always meant the most to him.

Warnings: spoilers for Vanishing on 7th Street, swearing, mentions of death ig, angst, fluff, smut, soft smut, sad events all around, loosely follows the plot of the film, mentions of injuries, unprotected sex heha, hair pulling, marking, pet names, semi-public sex (?)

Word Count: 4.3k

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The second Luke woke up he knew something was wrong.

He wouldn’t say he felt it, per se, but he knew something was off.

He had overslept and would probably be late for his segment on channel seven if he didn’t get up right now. Paige had kept him up for most of the night and seemed to have fled much earlier in the morning, leaving him to blow out the candles he so carelessly left lit during the night.

Groaning quietly, Luke got up and stumbled his way into the bathroom of his new apartment. His hand quickly finds the lightswitch but when he tries to turn it on, nothing happens. The bathroom remained dark as he reached for his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, making a mental note to ask Jesus, the front desk guy, about the lack of lighting.

Using his freehand, he tried turning the TV on and found that it wasn’t working either. He scoffs around the toothbrush as he tosses the remote aside and barely avoids the puddle that had formed in the kitchen from the fridge being shut off. “What the fuck,” he muttered, grabbing the towel from off the stove handle and dropping it onto the puddle. “Seriously.”

After having to walk down twenty three flights of stairs, Luke was a bit more than annoyed as he tried to get his phone to work.

“Piece of junk,” he concluded as he opened the stairwell door and stepped out into the lobby. “Yo, Jesus, what’s up with the-” he promptly stopped talking when he realized that Jesus was not sitting at the desk. The chair held his usual clothing, that being a suit, but there was no sign of the man.

Actually, Luke noticed that there was no sign of anyone in the lobby as he grabbed the newspaper from off the top of the desk. It only got worse when he went outside and saw various cars had crashed into curbs and stopped in the middle of the street, and the hundreds of clothing that were scattered around had him immediately on alert.

When he saw that even his workplace was empty and came to the realization that Paige was among the sudden disappearances, he went back home and sprung into action. After nearly being taken over by darkness, Luke grabbed every flashlight he could find and his wedding band then left his apartment as his search began.

He spent three whole days trying to find any sign of life other than himself, and a car that actually worked. He took note of a truck that still had some battery life in it before he found a bar that was lit up as if it was still in business.

Inside it he found a kid no older than twelve and soon the duo became a trio, and then a fourth person joined. It was almost overwhelming how many people Luke ended up running into after being completely on his own for seventy two hours straight.

Luke also discovered that his patience was nowhere near as thick as it used to be as James, Rosemary and Paul were all getting on his last nerve. He had found Paul in a bus shelter barely conscious and he had to carry him all the way back to the bar, fucking up his ankle in the process.

They both almost didn’t make it before Rosemary finally opened the door and let them inside.

Now, as Paul was being nursed by her, Luke was left to tend to his sore ankle. “Am I in heaven?” The concussed man asked as he stared up at Rosemary.

“Better,” Luke answered as he wrapped duct tape around his ankle. “A bar.”

A few hours passed and Paul was not getting any better, further delaying Luke’s plan of getting the fuck out of this part of the city and making him feel even more frustrated. “So, you’re all looking for someone, huh?” He asked as he leaned against the pool table, his words slurred and drawn out.

James was the first to answer, “My momma,”

“My son,” Rosemary followed.

All three of them looked over at Luke and he knew he had to answer them without his usual level of sarcasm. He reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wedding band he regretfully took off a few months ago and held it in his palm. “I’m looking for my wife,” he said and they all looked at him as if they were surprised that a cocky, rude and selfish guy like himself could actually have a wife. So he added, “We’re separated, but it’s only recently. I fucked things up with her….and now I might never get the chance to make up for it.”

Rosemary took a step forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, a sad smile on her lips as he looked up at her. “You’ll see her again,” she promised and it brought the smallest bit of hope to him as he slipped the band onto his finger, where it should’ve stayed.

Then the pathetic excuse of a generator began sputtering from its place in the basement, and luckily Paul knew what they needed to do before they were left in complete darkness. “Lessen the load,” he stated as he watched the lights flicker. “The powerload on the genny, we gotta lessen it. Turn off any light we don’t need.”

And Luke did just that, turning off everything except for the lights in the main area of the bar. They continue to flicker on and off for a few more seconds before staying on, making everyone let out a sigh of relief as the shadows fade away. “Good call,” he mumbled to Paul, who just waved him off and moved to lay down on the pool table.

Then there were a few quiet knocks on the door, and everyone was immediately on high alert again.

“Don’t answer it,” Luke said, ignoring the glare Rosemary gave him. Really, there wasn’t anyone on the other side of the door that could be more dangerous than the shadows, but he already had three people he had to deal with before he was able to return back to his original plan, and he didn’t need another person added to the list. But James didn’t care, and Luke was quickly beginning to notice that the kid does whatever he wants as he ran around the table and towards the door. “James, don’t.”

“It could be my mom,” he replied and didn’t wait for another word to be spoken before he pulled the door open.

Luke rounded the table as well and was about to tug James away when he caught sight of who was on the other side of the door. His grip on the kids jacket loosened as his eyes landed on you, and he stumbled a few feet away.

How was it possible that he had spent nearly seventy two hours looking for you, just to have you stumble upon the very bar he was seeking temporary shelter in? You looked scared and nervous and anxious, and Luke wanted to take you into his arms immediately. He was always good at providing you with comfort before, and he knew he could still do it now, he was just in shock.

“I-I’m sorry,” and there was your sweet voice that Luke hadn’t heard in months. “I saw the lights, and…”

Then you met his eyes, and Luke felt his eyes burn a bit. “Y/n,” he barely managed to say before your single flashlight fell from your grasp and hit the ground, breaking on impact. The darkness began to take over the doorway and before Luke could stop himself, he was moving forward and pulling you inside the bar. You stumble along with him and he steadies you by placing his hands on your waist. “Baby.” The name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, but he didn’t care, and you didn’t either.

As you braced yourself against his body, Luke caught sight of your left hand against his chest, and his eyes burned a bit more at the sight of your engagement ring and wedding band wrapped securely around your finger. “Luke,” you said his name in a breathless tone and he was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You kiss him back instantly and grab either side of his face as you press your body right up against his. “I thought I lost you,” he rasped in between kisses, his hands bunching up your shirt that looked an awful lot like one of the few he left with you back at the old house.

You shake your head and lean into his touch when he brings a hand up to wipe away the tears you began to shed. “I thought I lost you,”

Then you were kissing him again and pressing him against the edge of the pool table. Luke’s arms wrap tightly and protectively around you, and he pulls you flush up against his front, his mouth pressing desperate kisses to yours. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, paying no attention to the other three people in the bar. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shake your head again and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Luke,” you weakly say his name as you slide your hand up and tangle it in his messy hair.

He turns his head and kisses your wrist, his eyes narrowing on your left ring finger. “You still wear them,” he stated under his breath as he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist so he could examine the very ring and band he picked out for you.

You tearfully laugh, using your free hand to push his hair away from his forehead. “So do you,” you observe his left hand, and the band you had picked out for him. “I never took mine off.”

Luke gives you a look of agony before he is kissing your temple and caressing the back of your head as if you were the most fragile thing he’s ever held in his arms. He supposed you were at this point since you could literally disappear at any given moment. “I should’ve never taken it off,” he regretfully informed you of his inability to cope without having you around.

He resorted to distracting himself with his coworker in the new bed he didn’t share with you, and he wished he could take it all back. He wished he could go back to the time he left you behind and do it all again, but this time he’d do it right. He wouldn’t leave you, he would stay with you until you got sick of him and even then he wouldn’t leave.

If he knew just how short his life with you would end up being, he would’ve never let you go.

“What happened to your head?” You asked as you traced your thumb along the small cut on his forehead, but he just took your hand in his again and kissed along your neck.

“So….you’re his wife,” Rosemary stated what had to be obvious at this point, her hands placed on James’ shoulders as the three of them looked over at you and Luke. He kept you close to him by placing his hands on your lower back as he looked over at her. “I told you that you’d see her again.”

Yeah, a mere five minutes ago, he wanted to say but was too caught up in the feeling of having you in his arms again. “Sorry, this is probably quite the introduction,” you shyly say and Luke wondered how he went so long without hearing your sweet voice when it was all he wanted to hear right now. “I’m Y/n.”

“Rosemary,” she smiled at you, and everyone could tell how sad the atmosphere had gotten since Luke actually did end up finding you after all. Well, technically, you had found him, but the point still stands.

He had you back, but James didn’t have his mom, and Rosemary didn’t have her son.

You smiled your kind and genuine smile at her as you looked around the place, your body nuzzled against Luke’s. “So, what’s the plan?”

After a bit more smalltalk, everyone came to the agreement that they would wait until morning - even with how quick the daylight seemed to come and go nowadays - before moving on, and keep an eye on the generator in the meantime. Luke gently took your hand in his as he guided you down the stairs, a flashlight in his freehand. “C’mon, baby,” he mumbled and you followed behind him, closing the door afterwards.

You and him were on first watch, and Luke was desperate to be alone with you at this point. “What are you wearing?” You ask with a quiet laugh as he leans against a beam and pulls your body closer to his. Your hands play with the abundance of flashlights that were attached to the strap on his chest before moving to tug on his jacket. “This is how you’ve been surviving?”

Luke shook his head and tore off the strap, tossing it aside without a care for its well-being. “I haven’t been surviving, baby,” he said as he gripped the sides of your face. “I’ve been looking for you. I spent the last three days looking for you.”

You bite down on your lip as tears gather in your eyes again. “Luke,” you trail off as he pulls your body right up against his own.

You looked so pretty. Worn out and tired beyond belief, but still so achingly pretty. He wanted you, all of you, in all the ways he’s missed out on during your time apart, but he also knew you must be exhausted.

He is, too, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of wasting his time sleeping when he could be spending the rest of his possibly short life with you, awake and conscious. “You should get some sleep, baby, you’re probably tired-”

But you just shook your head and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss as soon as your lips met his, and his hands moved back to tangle in your hair. You were quite literally on borrowed time, and you both knew this, so when you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, Luke caught you instantly.

He gripped the backs of your thighs as he slowly lowered his body to the floor. His knees hit the tough concrete a bit hard, but he could handle the pain if it meant he got to have you like this again.

You straddled his lap as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it in the way you used to - the way that never failed to drive him crazy. His fingers play with the zipper of your jacket for a few seconds before he finally pulls the fabric from your body, followed quickly by your (his) long sleeved shirt.

Luke’s hands ran up your nearly bare back, and he was beginning to crave the feeling of your skin on his. You quickly make work of his jacket, and then his zip-up hoodie. “Jesus, Luke, you’re dressed for the winter,” you point out as your shaky fingers unbutton his dress shirt.

He laughed, a genuine laugh, for the first time in months as you pushed the shirt from his body and dropped it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His lips press to yours again, his hands running up and down your thighs and making goosebumps rise against the fabric of your jeans. “I missed you,” he confessed as he kissed along your jaw.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair again as he lifts you up and lays you down on his shirt and hoodie. It wasn’t much, but it was more comfortable than the hard floor on its own. Really, comfort was the last thing on either of your minds. “Luke, please,” you begged as he sucked the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging at the zipper of your jeans.

His bare and toned chest presses against yours as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth before tangling with your own. “Missed you so fucking much,” he continued as he shoved your jeans down a bit and slipped his hand into the thin material of your panties.

Your body shudders a bit as his middle and index fingers swiped along your wet folds, and you moan quietly against his mouth. “Luke,” you whine, bucking up against his hand. “It’s been so long.”

Luke hummed, kissing you once more before he pulled away. “I know,” he rasped, slowly fucking his fingers into you. “I know, baby, and it’s all my fucking fault. I should’ve been there for you, for us. I promise, I’m never leaving your side, even if we don’t have a lot of time left together.”

Your eyes burned a bit as you lifted your hips in time with his hand. “I want you, Luke,” you gasp. “For months - I’ve wanted you for months.”

Luke blinked away a few tears of his own. “I’m not leaving you, Y/n,” he promised. “Never again. I love you, baby, I always will. No matter what happens.”

You moan as his thumb brushes against your clit, and you knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this; so good, loved and cherished all at once. “I love you,” you whisper back, tugging his mouth back to yours by grabbing onto his hair. “Please, Luke, I want you. I need you, I need to feel you.”

Keeping his mouth connected to yours, Luke pushes your jeans down the rest of the way, leaving you to kick them off along with your boots, as he unzips his own. “I need you, too,” he said under his breath, reaching down to run his tip up your seam. You both moan at the same time when he enters you, filling you up in one movement and fitting perfectly.

“Oh, God,” you whimper as his hips hit yours. “Fuck, Luke.”

“I love you,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours as your legs wrap around his waist. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” He couldn’t stop telling you that he loved you if he tried. He went so long without you, wasted so much time trying to get Paige to make him feel the way only you could.

You kissed him deeply as he began to thrust into you, slow and hard, the way he knew you liked. “I love you,” you say back, laughing quietly at the way his nose brushed yours every time he slipped back inside you.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and he leaned down to kiss along the tops of your breasts. If he had his way, your bra would be discarded along with the other clothing, but to save the twelve year olds remaining innocence if he were to come down here and see you like this, he would have to deal with you keeping it on.

“As soon as I realized what was happening, I started looking for you. I had to see you again, had to tell you that I was sorry and that I regretted not coming back to you,” he rambled, shutting his eyes tightly when he felt your walls squeeze him. “I couldn’t give up without knowing you were safe, without seeing you again.”

You moan quietly as you grip his shoulders. “Luke…”

“You’re everything to me, baby,” he swore, burying face against the side of your neck. “Everything.”

“Luke,” you whine as you kiss along his jaw before brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Please, fuck me. Make me forget. We can forget about everything, even if just for a while.”

His hips begin to hit yours harder after that, and you press his face close to your own by caressing the back of his head. You glance up at the ceiling lights and see them flicker a bit, almost taunting you with the fact that they could shut off completely at any given moment.

Even the shadows around you were taunting as Luke pressed your body against the cold floor, but you didn’t care.

In this moment you weren’t scared.

You had managed to do the impossible; you had found your husband in a city that had been wiped out of any sign of life. You found each other, and you knew that if you were to be taken by the shadows, you wouldn’t be alone anymore. Luke would be with you. He is with you. And he wasn’t going anywhere this time.

“You feel so good, baby,” he brought you back to him with the single praise, and your face flushed a bit as you cling onto him. “So good.”

“Luke,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you looked over at the shadows. “Harder. Please.”

Luke placed one hand on your hip and braced himself above you with the other one, his forearm pressing against the ground beside your head. “Look at me,” he murmured when he noticed that your head was turned and your eyes were fixated on the dark corner of the basement. When you glanced up at him, Luke pressed his forehead to yours. “Keep looking at me, baby. Not at them, at me. It’s you and me, Y/n. It’s us.”

He successfully got your full attention back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin of his shoulder. “Make me come, Luke,” you requested breathlessly, your brows scrunching together when he reached that sweet spot deep within you. “Fuck.”

Luke groaned deeply, rocking his hips into yours quicker. “Like this?” He asked, moving his body so his pelvis brushed against your clit with every thrust.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you nod, clinging onto him with the energy you had left. “Yes,” you whispered.

He pulled back to get a good look at your face, his fucked out expression matching yours. “Get loud for me,” he softly demanded as he listened to your quiet moans.

“I can’t,” you mumbled, gently digging your nails into his shoulders. “The others-”

“Can’t hear us,” he cut you off, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your head. He could still faintly smell your sweet, wildflower conditioner you favorited when you and he were together, and the scent had his head feeling fuzzy. “They can’t hear us, sweet girl. That fucking generator drowns out any noise. They have no idea what we’re doing right now, so be loud for me, baby. Scream for me.”

You bite down harshly on your lip, but then moan loudly once he begins rubbing quick circles onto your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, much louder than before.

Luke smirked down at you, his tired features making your heart swell. “There’s my girl,” he mumbled, kissing you afterwards. “My good girl.”

His words had your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you moaned his name loudly.

As he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, Luke felt the possessiveness he felt over you since the day he met you come back to him in full swing. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, well aware that there weren’t many options left for guys that could steal you from him. Still, he hadn’t seen you in months, and he wanted to know that he is still it for you. That he always will be. “Tell me you’re still mine.”

You grin up at him, softly running your fingers through his hair that had become even more messy since you and he reunited. “I’m yours, Luke,” you say. “I always was.”

He grunted as you clenched tightly around him. “You’re close,” he commented, knowing your body and its signs like the back of his hand. You were his wife of four years, after all. You technically still are as neither of you could go through with the divorce process.

“I’m close,” you confirmed what he already knew. “I’m gonna come.”

You squeezed him impossibly tighter and Luke circled your clit faster, desperate to get you there before he got off himself. “Come, baby,” he nearly begged, hiking your leg up higher around his waist.

With a final cry of his name, you were coming around him and sucking him in deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck,”

Luke felt your warmth surround him and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the way you were squeezing him or the way you were writhing under him. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing you quickly when he felt his own high take over his body.

Your heel presses against his back, ensuring that a single drop of his release didn’t go to waste. He pulls away from your mouth and places small kisses to the slightly sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder, eliciting more quiet, broken moans from your swollen lips.

When your tired gaze met his, Luke gave you a small, barely-there grin. “I love you,”

You smooth out his hair as you brush your lips against his. “I love you,” you say back then ask, “What is going to happen next?”

The fear and harsh reality came spiraling back, and Luke wrapped you up in his arms. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly, holding you close to his chest. “But I’m not leaving your side, okay? I mean it, it’s you and me.”

What the world will be like after this, or how long you have with him are questions no one could answer, simply because there was no telling what becomes of you after being consumed by the darkness. Your soul gets taken, leaving behind only the clothes on your back, and it’s scary.

But you weren’t alone anymore, and neither was he. Luke was okay now that he had you back where you always belonged, and he would be fine.

You smile up at him, glancing over at the still flickering lights as you nuzzle against his side. “Yeah,” you agree in a whisper. “You and me.”

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byizoyas · 10 months

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genshin impact ; drabbles

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ nsfw. you get arrested by no other than your ex and realize how bad you both missed each other ✘ wriothesley x f!reader

content WARNING!! : genshin canon universe, implied cheating, cop!wrio, sensory deprivation, a mix of sex and feelings ig??

written before wriothesley official appearance therefore it might be ooc later!

‘come in’

after these words pronounced by a oh too familiar voice to you, the cop that had taken you to the police station opened the door.

it led directly into the ‘big boss’ office and there he was, sitting by his desk, staring at you as you took steps behind the cop.

wriothesley; the trustworthy cop, assuring the safety in fontaine.

wriothesley; the man always seen alone yet so appreciated by the community.

he, your ex, had not changed a bit. not that it had been years since you two last spoken but still, it felt as if your first kiss was the day before.

but it was not the case. it’s been months and you weren’t coming to him in a friendly way. you got caught for the stupidest thing you could’ve done and knowing that he would be the one in charge of your case made it sound much more embarrassing to you.

‘good evening y/n.’ he initiated conversation after the few seconds of awkward silence that made the three of you quite uncomfortable.

‘mh. hi.’ you stared back at him, trying hard to seem confident even though, truth was, you were still completely intimidated by his presence.

‘you can leave us. i will personally interrogate her.’ he said to his colleague; but since it seemed more like an order you thought he was his superior.

‘yes sir.’

he nodded his head, saying his goodbyes before leaving the room, closing the door slowly behind him.

‘take a seat’ he said, showing one of the two chairs in front of him.

you were alone with him now and since you knew you would have to reply whatever question he had to ask you decided to do as he told and simply sit, waiting for it to come.

but while you expected a regular interrogation session with him; he simply giggled while reading some papers that were resting on his wooden desk.

‘all of this is ridiculous.’ he stated. you genuinely wished you could understand what he meant by that; but it was way too vague for you to.

only after seconds of silence did he add another sentence. ‘your case is ridiculous. stealing your boyfriend’s stuff and burning it ? seriously ? is this some kind of joke ?’

you stared around you, carefully avoiding the judgy eyes that were fixed on your face now. the way he put it made it sound ridiculous indeed and you couldn’t believe how this would be the reason of your very first arrest ever.

wriothesley stood up, walking around his desk to sit next to you. the sudden approach made you even more nervous and as you started to think of your past actions he spoke up again.

‘so ? what happened for you to do this ?’ he asked. he seemed genuinely concerned. after all, he never once seen this part of you before.

‘he’s a cheater.’

you shrugged, still not looking at him as you felt quite awkward for the reason of all this. you didn’t control yourself but how could you ? that man hurt you and lied to you multiple times.

‘he cheated on you ?’ wriothesley asked.

at this point you asked yourself whether the question was still for his interrogation or if this was for his own satisfaction. after all you did dump him in a pretty dirty way.

you thought he could make fun of you for a bit if it made him feel better. but as you prepared yourself to receive harsh words from a past lover you broke the heart of; he simply caressed your cheek.

‘what a shame.’ his fingers were cold, due to his cryo vision and it did send a few shivers through your body.

he got up to go back to his armchair, reading through the several documents. but as he was really focused you couldn’t help but looking at him.

he, who was in the right position to make fun of you had decided to not do such; and instead even showed affection.

he heaved a long sigh and stared at you again. ‘you know all the work i’m gonna have to do only for your little revenge ?’ you didn’t notice before he took this annoyed intonation but he did seem tired already.

you got up from your chair all of a sudden, slowly walking towards him. ‘i’m sorry wrio.’ you said, eyebrows frowning, showing of sincerely sorry you were.

‘it’s fine, i’ll ask simon some help.’ he only replied.

‘n-no. i’m sorry for everything.’ you added to make it clear how you weren’t only taking of that stupid shit you did after a sudden pulsion.

wriothesley was a kind soul, a sweet boy to you, always. you didn’t quite remember the feelings that pushed you to break up with him before but you were certain of one thing; you never once stopped being attracted to that man.

and he was sitting right beside you now, obviously still having a thing for you. you weren’t usually so confident but you knew him by heart by now and his eyes never lied.

‘let me.. make it up to you perhaps.’ you said with a really soft voice as you kneeled between himself and his desk. you started things slowly by caressing his thick thighs.

‘would you like that ?’ you added. wrio didn’t seem to oppose to it since he even spread his legs a bit to give you a better access to his intimacy.

you started unzipping his pants, but he stopped you all of a sudden. ‘what exactly do you think you’re doing ?’ he seriously asked.

he pulled on both your hands, bringing you back on your two feet as he got up from his chair too. he was now facing you, eyes locked with yours and once again, it did not lie. there was this burning desire in it; he wanted you and you just knew it.

he pulled your hair, looking down on you for a few seconds before throwing you on the desk. I’m only a few seconds you went from standing awkwardly in front of him to laying down on his desk under his gaze filled with lust.

‘fuck.’

he wanted you, now you were sure of that and he wasn’t long to confirm it when he took off his coat and started undressing.

‘wait a minute. you’ve been a bad girl y/n.’ he spoke almost to himself with how low his voice was but you figured out he had to be this discreet since you were still on his working place.

he opened one of the drawers near and took some handcuffs from it, carefully placing them on your wrists.

‘unfunny.’ you said but if you were being honest with yourself you loved this little game of his.

he wasn’t usually that bold but it felt like a good surprise actually and you were very much into it.

‘stop looking at me with those eyes. i cannot focus.’ with that said he blindfolded you.

there you were. vulnerable. unable to touch nor see anything. you felt very unpowerful yet excited at the same time.

despite everything you still trusted wrio the same way than before and he would never do anything to hurt you.

‘what are you gonna do now ? wait and see ?’ you teased, trying to pull him closer with your feet since your hands were tied.

you felt a hand gripping your feet together.

soon after, his warm mouth was on your skin, kissing your leg up and down until he reached your sensitive zone. he gently bit your inner thigh, knowing how good this made you feel and the slight moan that escaped your mouth under the surprise confirmed it.

‘be quiet, or i’ll stop.’

so strict, you thought but didn’t say anything; instead focusing on keeping quiet because this man was about to please you and you needed it so bad.

you starts to think of his mouth rubbing your clit and licking it up and down and the only thought of it made you soaking wet down there.

wrio pulled your skirt and panties down, not giving a damn about what they were like and only focusing on pleasuring you for now.

he teased you a bit, rubbing the sensitive parts of your pussy and stretching your hole, getting you all ready for him. little did he know you were already ready and all you wanted now was for him to fill you up.

but wrio obviously wanted to make you a desperate, begging mess. and he was close to get you begging for his cock with all the tease.

‘wrio start fu-‘ you started to say but he cut you off, shoving two fingers inside of you. his fingers slowly rubbed your insides, searching for your the good spot to make you cum.

‘the way your pussy’s squeezing my fingers.. you craved this so bad didn’t you ?’ his low voice in your ears as he kept on fingering you good made it feel even better.

‘mhm.’ you nodded, not knowing whether he was looking at you or not; little did you know he only had eyes for you at this very moment.

his eyes were filled with both love and desire. he did miss it, he missed you. to be able to touch you again, to hear your moans again.. felt divine.

he wasn’t ready to let go of you. he wouldn’t let you go this time. whether you would go back with the piece of shit that called himself your boyfriend did not matter to him.

you mattered the most. suddenly he took his fingers off and kissed your pussy gently, alternating between licks and kisses which made you go crazy.

‘wrio, it’s so good’ you moaned. it took you lots of energy to fight back your loudest moans now because that man surely was good with both his fingers and mouth.

he fucked you better than any other man could. his tongue felt like heaven. his touch were all you needed. for a minute you forgot everything around you and it felt like your union was the only thing that imported.

wriothesley threw your legs above his shoulders and kept on eating you out while caressing your thighs gently. the mix of his hands and mouth on your body felt so good.

and as your eyes were covered; your feelings were so much more intense. you didn’t know if the euphoria mixed to the multiple orgasms wrio gave you were the reasons for this, but you realized now how deeply in love you were with him.

‘i’ve missed you wrio.’

‘i’ve missed you y/n.’

you didn’t know if the feeling was mutual but these words had another meaning to you. like a late confession.

‘fuck me. please. please fuck me hard.’

wrio chuckled against your pussy, sending a few shivers down your spine. ‘so slutty yet so polite.’ he whispered.

‘can i kiss you y/n ?’ he asked but in the end he stole you a kiss before you even got the time to reply. but the way you kissed him back made him confident that he did the right thing.

he pushed his tongue into your mouth, both your tongues rubbing together in a languid exchange that you both craved ever since this started.

as he put a slight distance between you two, interrupting the passionate kiss to unzip his pants and free his boner you replied to his semi provocation from just before.

‘so hot yet so shy.’ you both chuckled.

‘thank you.’ he added as he thrusted roughly into you, taking you by surprise.

‘ngh wrio~’ you only found to say, as if his name was the most beautiful thing in the world. and it didn’t have to be, it was already the only name you wanted to repeat over again.

wrio kept fucking you, slowly at first so you could get used to his size. after all, the man was big and you almost forgot about it but it all came back to you with these thrusts.

‘i love it when you moan my name. don’t blame me if i’m pushing a bit to hear it again.’ he whispered to your ears as he leaned over you. his naked chest was glued to yours, both your bodies grinding against each other.

the room was now only filled with these lewd sounds of sex but you were too focused on wrio’s actions to really focus on the noises you guys were making.

‘you’re beautiful’ wrio said on your neck, dropping kisses here and there and sucking on your skin while his cock kept thrusting in and out of you.

he wrapped his arms around you, hands gripping your ass to help your body following his pace, and he kept on speeding it. but you asked for it after all.. and all he wanted was to pleasure you.

perhaps then.. you would come back to him ? because all he did was thinking of you.

he loved everything about you. your body, your voice, your hair, your smile and having sex with you allowed him to have all of these at the same time in a way he absolutely adored.

the sex was good. actually, it was probably the best sex you’ve ever had in a very long time. you wrapped your legs around his waist, almost locking him to stay above you and inside of you.

‘i want you to cum in me.’ you shyly requested in his ears and it got him smiling.

‘what if i cum all over your body all night long instead ?’

‘sounds good..’ you replied.

the idea of fucking that man all night was really appealing and despite it being quite impossible since he was supposed to work; it didn’t stop you from painting the scenery of every position you’d like to try out with him.

a/n. - it was a bit RUSHED but since idk the char yet i didn’t want to make it too long as it’ll most likely be ooc haha.. but at least i wrote smth pretty good i think?? ITS THE MF HANDCUFFS ANIMATION THAT GOT ME CRAZY OKAY BLAME IT ON HYV.

#byizoyas.#genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin smut #genshin drabbles #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley smut

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normanplusdaryl · 1 year

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You, you, you.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Era: Season 10

Word count: 1.2k

Plot: After a long night, Daryl comes home and you decide he needs a little break.

Warnings: It's not smut but its implied? It's nothing explicit ig.

A/N: This is my second fic and I can not believe I'm actually doing this lmao, this is one of my favorite scenes on the show and I've always thought Daryl deserved someone who take care of him after a rough night. Thanks to my friend @weretheones for all the amazing help, I seriously couldnt have done it without u, muah!

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The dawn was beginning to come out when the gates of Alexandria came to Daryl’s sight, it had been a long night for him, where everything that could go wrong actually did.

The walk home was silent between the archer and his best friend, the only sound intercepting the thick tension were the grunts of the hooded whisperer trying to set himself free. This would end up really bad, he could feel it in his gut.

Daryl’s mind was spinning around what happened, trying to understand Carol’s actions. He knew she wasn't the same after what Alpha did, but after all these months he could only hope her grief was at least healing — he was clearly wrong. There was something he couldn't identify in her eyes, more than anger or revenge, something that scared him.

Gabriel saw them coming inside and hurried once he spotted their hostage.

“You put us all at risk!” he barked at Carol.

“We need to find that horde before it shows up in our gates” Carol replied.

“So you decided for all of us? Knowing what it could mean?” Gabriel angrily answered back.

“Don’t matter anymore, we still gotta fin’ them” Daryl's voice came from behind the livid father — “We will figure it out'” he stated, ending the discussion as he started to walk home, to his home. To you.

He opened the door slowly trying to be quiet, you were probably still asleep and he would be damned if he perturbed your very needed rest. Daryl placed his crossbow down on the table you reserved for it. “Come on baby!” you pouted, “This way you can always know where you left it and it’s easy for you to grab it on a run! It’s a win - win, don't you think?” Your eyes were so wide with excitement he couldn't say anything else but to peck your lips while nodding “Alrigh’” he simply answered.

The memory made him smile, then, it hit him. That was the reason why Carol’s intentions to stir things up scared the hell out of him: he was finally happy. After so many years of walking on eggshells just surviving, being with you gave his life meaning, and the idea of you being in danger for her impulsive actions unsettled him, he couldn’t lose you. Daryl sighed as he began to take his vest off, a fresh pair of clothes should be enough to remove the smell and fatigue from the night before.

“Hey, you’re back” your voice broke his thoughts. Daryl turned to you and his heart jumped. You were together for more than 6 months now and he still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to behold you like this.

“Msorry, didn't mean to wake ya, go back to sleep angel” he softly said.

You frowned, something was wrong. “What happened? Is everything ok?” you replied with a sweet tone in your voice.

He bit his bottom lip, staring at the window. “It’s Carol, she took one of em’ here, I, huh, helped her '' he wasn't certain why, but he felt ashamed as he spoke —“We will try to make him talk”.

Your mouth formed an “O” picking up on what troubled the archer. Alpha could take retaliation if she knew what happened. Shit.

“Come on baby” you softly said, raising your hand so he could take it. “We need to get you clean first”.

You led him to the bathroom. Unsure of what was happening he followed every step you made with the feeling of thousands butterflies in his stomach. The way his old shirt embraced every one of your curves barely covering your bottom made his heart race. He never thought getting a shower could be this exciting. Sitting on the sink, Daryl watched you unbutton his shirt very slowly, pecking at the skin revealed with every button that was undone. Soon, his broad chest was displayed and you smirked with satisfaction. Bringing your hands to his neck, you brushed his lips just a little and whispered “Let me take care of you, please”.

Daryl trembled, he didn't feel tired anymore.

Once you were satisfied with the temperature of the water, you took your robe off getting into the shower. Daryl couldn't help but stare as he got rid of his boxers, the sight of your naked body wasn't something he would ever get used to.

The hot water splashed against his ached body, making him gasp with delight. You chuckled at the action “I thought you didn't like showers, huh?” you teased him. “I like them with ya” Daryl sheepishly answered.

Your eyes traced his whole body searching for injuries that might need more than just some cleaning, to your relief, there wasn't anything new. Taking a sponge, you delicately started to wash his chest, paying extra attention to every one of his scars, caressing them gently, wishing they could disappear along with his pain, just like the soap with the water. Daryl’s eyes were glued to the action, feeling a warm sensation spreading over his broad frame, god, he loved you.

“I know you’re worried” he looked into your eyes, listening to your words closely, “But I need you to understand, whatever happens, I’m here for you, we can always fight together” You placed his hand on your left breast, “Do you feel it? My heart beating?” Daryl nodded, lost in the sensation of your soft skin against his rough hand.

You kissed him deeply, wanting to make him forget about the troubles of the world he always felt the need to carry on his shoulders. “I love you Daryl” you whispered between kisses. Daryl felt like crying, he wasn't used to this kind of burning, unconditional love. “I love ya too” Daryl managed to answer, unable to concentrate in anything else but the feeling of your lips on his, you were the only thing in his mind. Every fiber of his body was consumed in you. You, You, You.

Soon, the steam from the hot water wasn't the reason the bathroom was boiling, it was the way you both got lost into each other until you became one.

Daryl came out of the house with his hair dripping, Gabriel approached him as soon as he spotted him.

“Did you take a shower?!” he said with a hint of surprise in his voice “I thought we were going to check on that whisperer guy?”

Daryl remained stoic to the father's questions but he felt himself blushing, just when he was about to brush him off Aaron caught up with them.

“Hey! We were looking for you!” he exclaimed, pointing at Daryl — “You showered?!” Aaron’s eyes widened with disbelief and Daryl left a frustrated grunt.

“Can't take a damn shower or what?” Daryl growled as he walked away from the two men with a hidden grin on his face.

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bell4lan · 11 months

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Brother's Best Friend

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Feminine words used for privates (pussy, cunt, folds), clit is referred to as a dick, thigh fucking, fingering, teansie bit of a handjob, thigh kisses/hickies, mentions of puke (it's not a weird kink or smthn dw), praise, reader gets called good boy, modern au ig but it's not rlly that important lol

Character(s): Top Nakahara Chuuya x Bottom Trans Male Reader. Dazai is readers brother

'This must be a dream. It has to be.' Was all you could think as the cab you were in pulled up to one of the fanciest hotels you've ever seen. You hesitantly got out of the cab and grabbed your luggage before paying the driver, watching as she drove off. You turned around and stared at the huge building in front of you.

'I must be at the wrong place. There's no way he could afford a room here.' You thought to yourself as you continued to stare at the building. After a few minutes, you gathered the courage to walk in and check if you really did have a room at such a marvelous hotel. However, once you stepped into the hotel you were immediately tackled into a hug.

"(Name)!! Oh I missed you so much. How has my little brother been?" The man said in a sing song voice. You let go of your luggage and hugged him back for a few seconds before backing away.

"I've been okay. Dazai how in the world did you get us a room here?" You asked as you admired the decor.

"I paid for it duh. Are you impressed by your big brother?" He asked, putting his hands under his chin and batting his eyelashes. All you did was roll your eyes at him and laugh. You could hardly believe your brother, who you remembered to be a man who rarely took anything seriously, actually had a well paying job. He was incredibly smart yes, but he had zero work ethic. Honestly you were impressed by him.

"Sure I am." You replied sarcastically. He pouted, but quickly went back to his normal goofy self and helped you check in. As he lead you to your room, he informed you that it was connected to his so you could come over whenever you wanted. Though you knew that meant he'd be coming over to see you instead.

"Oh! Do you remember my friend Chuuya? He's staying with us." He said as you both arrived to your room.

"Dazai it's only been 3 years of course I remember Chuuya." You teased as you opened the door. The room was bigger and more beautiful than you expected. Dazai grinned at your look of shock and started helping you put your stuff away.

Once you were finished, Dazai surprisingly left you alone and let you relax until dinner. You weren't expecting to be at such a fancy place, so you didn't pack any formal clothing that would match the restaurants that were probably just as extravagant as the hotel. You tried your best though, and dressed up in your nicest outfit. As you were looking in the bathroom mirror to make sure you didn't look like an idiot, the door that connected the two rooms opened.

"(Name)! Are you done getting ready?" Dazai shouted. You decided that was enough of picking apart your appearance and came out of the bathroom. Thankfully, Dazai was dressed in a similar fashion, meaning your outfit was appropriate for the restaurant. Dazai smiled and walked back into his room, leaving the door open. You could hear Chuuya scolding Dazai for being loud, and Dazai purposefully trying to rile him up. They really haven't changed a bit.

You decided to wait outside the room just so you wouldn't be sitting around and looked on your phone. The door opened making you look up, and out came Chuuya. His hair was longer than it was the last time you saw him, and he seemed to have grown a few inches...? Wait that can't be right. You glanced down at his shoes and saw they had slight heels, making you smile to yourself. You both just awkwardly waved at each other before your brother came out.

Dazai led you guys to the restaurant, teasing Chuuya the entire time. Once you all sat down, you decided to look at the menu to see what food they have. Your eyes widened at the prices and you looked at Dazai like he was insane.

"Dazai these prices are ridiculous!" You whisper shouted.

"So what? I'm paying so order whatever you'd like." He said with a grin. You were seriously surprised. Just how in the world could he afford all of this? You looked at the menu and decided to go with a cheaper option since Dazai had already spent so much money on you.

"So (Name), did you find a boyfriend yet?" Dazai asked, wiggling his brows as he spoke. You could feel yourself get a bit flustered from the question.

"No I haven't." You said shyly. Dazai knew you got shy when it came to your love life, so you knew he was doing this on purpose just to tease you. "Did you?" You fired back. Dazai sighed dramatically and stirred his drink.

"Noooo." He whined with a pout. You just smiled at him and decided to move on to a different topic.

The night was fun. You had a good time catching up with your brother, and even grew a little closer to Chuuya. It had always been awkward between you two despite you only being a year younger than him and your brother. To be honest, you didn't really know why it was awkward. You got along, but it just seemed tense whenever you and him spoke without Dazai around.

Speaking of Dazai, he was currently on his 6th drink of the night and he was absolutely wasted. Dazai had always been a lightweight and he had ordered some strong drinks despite you and Chuuya telling him not to. You both decided it would be best to leave and take Dazai back to the room, which was a struggle. You both had to hold onto him because he was too drunk to walk, and he wouldn't stop singing.

"Oh my god shut up you bastard." Chuuya snapped as Dazai sang the same verse of his own made up song for the 10th time. Dazai just giggled at him and sang louder.

Finally, you guys made it back. You helped Chuuya get Dazai undressed and into his pajamas and thanked him for taking care of him. Once you were finished, you went back to your room to get ready for bed.

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME DAZAI?!" You heard Chuuya yell. You ran over to the door and yanked it open, seeing the side of Chuuyas bed covered in puke, Dazai passed out on the floor, and Chuuya red with anger.

"Oh my- Chuuya i'm so sorry. I'll clean this up for you." You said as you rushed over and helped Dazai up. He luckily didn't get anything on his or Chuuya's clothing or belongings, so you just helped him clean off his face.

"Don't apologize (Name) it's not your fault he's a dumbass." Chuuya said. You could tell he was furious considering now he had no place to sleep, and the room would smell like puke if not cleaned up quickly.

"Could you help Dazai get into bed while I clean up the puke?" You asked as you gently handed him your sleeping brother. He sighed and just nodded. You thanked him before gathering up the bedding that had puke on it, being careful to not touch any of it.

After almost an hour you got most of the puke out so it wouldn't smell, but you'd have to let the cleaners wash it tomorrow. You sighed and saw Chuuya sitting on the edge of Dazai's bed, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry Chuuya. You can use my bed if you'd like. I can just sleep with Dazai or something." You offered. You felt bad that your brother made such a mess and wanted to make it up to Chuuya.

"What? No it's alright. I'll just sleep in my bed." He said as he got up.

"But you don't even have a blanket or sheets. Please take my bed, I feel bad for what Dazai did." You explained. Chuuya thought for a bit before finally speaking up.

"Let's just both sleep in your bed. I'm tired and don't feel like arguing about this." He sighed.

"Okay, that could work. It's a pretty big bed. Just come over when you're ready to sleep." You said before leaving. Once you were back in your room you rushed to put some of your stuff away that you were too lazy to organize when you got back.

Once finished, you got into bed and tried to relax while watching TV. Chuuya came in not long after you turned it on and plopped down onto your bed, clearly exhausted.

"I'm going to kill your brother when he wakes up." He mumbled as he looked at the TV. You laughed and turned it off so you both could get some sleep.

A few hours later, you woke up and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. '3 am. Great.' You thought to yourself. You tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. Maybe it was because someone else is in bed with you? You weren't sure, but it was frustrating you.

Chuuya seemed to have trouble sleeping too, because you felt him sit up and heard him sigh. You rolled over to face him and saw him rubbing his eyes.

"Can't sleep either?" You asked. He glanced at you and nodded before laying down again, this time facing you. You both stared at each other for a moment before he asked you why you couldn't sleep. The conversation went on from there. It went surprisingly smooth considering you both were always so awkward around each other. You both asked each other things about your current lives, he even told you some stories about him and Dazai that you had never heard before. It was pleasant. You really enjoyed talking to him.

The conversation died down after a while, and all you guys did was glance around the room. Chuuya's gaze made it's way to your lips, and you noticed. You felt yourself getting a bit flustered and couldn't help but feel shy.

"Can I kiss you?" Chuuya whispered, cheeks dusted pink. You nodded and felt as he pressed his soft lips against yours. You certainly weren't expecting him to be such a good kisser, but holy fuck he was. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss as he did. Your arms went around his neck, the kiss getting more heated as you both got closer to each other.

It wasn't long before his tongue was in your mouth and your hips were grinding against his. You could feel his hard-on rubbing against you, making you shiver. His hands went down to your ass and pushed you against him harder, groaning into your mouth. You pulled away to catch your breath and felt him kiss your neck, sucking softly at the skin.

"Ch-Chuuya you can't leave marks." You breathed out. You heard Chuuya hum and he stopped sucking. He moved away from your neck and looked into your eyes.

"You know...i've always thought you were really handsome." He confessed.

"Really?" You asked. He nodded and pecked your lips.

"Do you want to take this further?" He asked, hand running up and down your side.

"Y-Yeah, but I don't have any condoms." You said shyly. He hummed and thought for a moment.

"We don't have to go all the way, I could fuck your thighs." He suggested. You squeezed your legs together and felt yourself get wet. He didn't even say anything that dirty, but his words made you hot. You said okay and watched as he went to get lotion from the bathroom. He came back and put it on the bed so he could take off his pants. You took off yours too, but hid yourself under the blanket. He took off his briefs after you did and wow, you sure knew where the rest of his height went. Honestly, you were a bit happy you weren't going all the way. He would easily be the biggest you've taken if you did, and you weren't sure if you were prepared for his size.

"Can I see you?" He asked, voice hushed. You nodded and moved the blanket. He moved in front of you and parted your legs, licking his lips once he saw your sex. He dipped his head between your legs and kissed at your thighs.

"Can I leave marks here?" He asked while glancing up at you. It wasn't like that part of you would be exposed at all during this trip, so you said yes. You moaned softly once you felt him sucking at the skin. Your thighs had always been a sensitive part of your body, so this just turned you on even more.

He pulled away and smirked as he saw the markings he made. Sitting up, he grabbed the lotion and opened it, squeezing some onto his hand. He rubbed some on your thighs, running his hand close to your pussy to tease you. He squeezed some more on his hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. You watched as he did it and offered to help. He of course said yes and sighed once he felt your soft hand stroke him up and down.

"F-Fuck you're good at this. If you keep going i'll cum." He warned as he pulled your hand away.

He positioned you to where you were laying on your side facing the wall while he was behind you. He put some more lotion on just in case and asked you to squeeze your thighs together. He slowly pushed himself between them, cock sliding against your folds as he did. He started to thrust his hips, hands gripping yours as he did.

You moaned softly as you felt him fuck your thighs. The whole situation was so erotic, so lewd. You never thought someones cock simply rubbing against you could feel so good. You positioned your hips in a way where his tip hit your dick and you choked back a loud moan.

"You h-have to be quiet (Name). The walls here are th-thin." Chuuya whispered, trying his best to not be too loud, though it was kind of hard when your thighs were giving him so much pleasure. You nodded and did your best to keep your noises down.

You looked below you and saw as his dick thrusting up against your pussy, making you whine. "Good boy." He whispered into your ear as you tightened your thighs. His thrusts were much faster now that your slick made it easier for his dick to slide between your thighs.

One of his hands moved to your ass and squeezed it as he got closer to release. He breathed out curses as he watched his dick disappear between your legs. He couldn't imagine how good you must feel inside, how good your pussy would feel around him. How you'd probably squeeze him as he praised you...fuck he was gonna cum.

He gave you a warning before his release, pressing tip pressed against your dick as he came and coating your cunt in cum. He pulled out and you turned onto your back so you could look at him.

"Chuuya...please fuck me." You begged quietly. You needed him. You needed to feel him inside you so badly, you had never felt so needy for someone before.

"No, we don't have a condom. Here-" He stopped mid sentence and sat up. He told you to sit up too and moved behind you once you did. He pulled you between his legs and told you to spread yours. You felt so exposed to him like this, but did as he said anyway. He moved his hand between your legs and gathered some of his cum on his fingers. He moved his hand up your mouth and positioned his fingers in front of it.

"Lick it off for me." He whispered. You licked off the cum and glanced up at him once you were finished. He kissed your head and whispered praises in your ear as he moved his hand back down and dipped two fingers inside you.

You gasped as you felt his slender fingers inside you, reaching deeper than yours could. He slowly started to thrust them, watching at how you squirmed from it.

"Does that feel good?" He asked as he sped up. You gasped and moaned out a yes. He slowed his thrusts and pushed in a third one, making you gasp. His fingers made you feel satsifyingly full as they hit your sweet spot repeatedly. You had such a hard time keeping your voice down as he fingered you.

"I-I'm close Chuuya!" You whined as he sped up. He pressed his palm against your dick as he fingered you, making you moan out curses.

"Good boy, cum all over my fingers (Name)." He whispered, chuckling softly when he felt you tighten around them. You came hard, pussy twitching around his fingers as your orgasm hit. Your hand covered your mouth to muffle the loud moan that you couldn't hold back.

Chuuya's fingers stopped moving and he pulled them out slowly, rubbing them on your folds as he whispered more praises into your ear. His other hand moved your hand away from your mouth, and he leaned down to kiss you.

Pulling away, he moved so that he wasn't behind you anymore and laid you down. He asked if you needed anything and got you the water you requested. He washed his hands and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom to clean you both up a bit.

Once finished, he threw it into the bathroom to deal with later. After he dressed himself, he dressed you and got back into bed. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before falling asleep with you in his arms.

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I originally started writing this story with a completely different plot but then I realized it wasn't anything like how I originally wanted it to be, so I deleted it and redid the whole thing and omg i'm SO glad I did. I had so much fun writing this story I started and finished it today. I really like this story and I hope you guys do too! ^^ This actually wasn't supposed to have so much plot but I got carried away ^^;

Also i'm sorry if I made Chuuya or Dazai OOC. I tried my best to keep them in character while also fitting them into a world where they aren't completely traumatized 😭. Also sorry if you expected smthn rough. Imo Chuuya would be a gentle lover. At least the first time he would lol.

Side note: I'm trying a new layout(?) so sorry if it's a bit weird ^^;

#chuuya nakahara x male reader #chuuya x male reader #bsd x male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #ftm reader #trans male reader

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robo-milky · 1 month

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Sometimes, you feel like you’re being watched.

The burning gaze of a person unknown, drilling its way into your back, staring into your very soul. It used to make you uneasy, wary, even. Yet you tried your very best not to show it.

Turning around discreetly around every corner, peeking from the corner of your eye. Stealing glances at shadowed nooks and crannies, trying to pinpoint the source of your unease. Remarkably, you’ve never seen anyone, even after all this time.

Not even the smallest glimpse of fabric, or a wayward footprint. Sighing to yourself, you resume your journey. Most stalkers tend to get conceited by now. They think they’re ever so sly, that they let down their guard. They get a little cocky, if to put in it such crude terms.

Unfortunately this stalker seems to be rather skilled in their profession. Despite your annoyance, you find yourself grudgingly admiring the ability of your wonderful little “friend”. Musing to yourself, you hum softly to yourself. A sweet little tune from the depths of your memory. You’ve heard it, somewhere before, but the memory seems determined to evade you.

“À la claire fontaine m'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baignée.”

(As I was walking by the clear fountain,

I found the water so lovely I had to bathe.)

You pause, struggling to remember the next line. Only to hear another voice humming softly along with you. The same sweet little tune in a deep, passionate voice.

“ (refrain) Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai”

((refrain) I've loved you for so long, I will never forget you)

The voice had the richness of fine wine, yet there was something gravelly about it. It intoxicated you, creeping deep into your heart. A siren’s voice, you mused. A wonderful sound that was simply music to your ears.

You could curl up right next to the singer and listen forever, until your body rotted away. It was mesmerising, enchanting… spiriting you away from the present like a prince in a fairy tale.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a warm breath, waft against the nape of your neck. Before a pair of soft lips pressed against it, gentle and tender. A kiss, like one a gentleman would yield towards a fine lady.

A soft chuckle was laughed as your skin flushed pink, before another kiss was pressed into your skin. But like the meek light from a sunset, the sensation was gone all too soon.

A weight pressed into your shoulder. Turning around, you see a flash of blonde, before those soft, gentle lips press against yours, capturing them in a lovely kiss. A greedy one, where he took every last bit of your air from your lungs like some depraved beast.

Yet the feeling… wasn’t totally unpleasant.

In the middle of it all, you catch a raspy whisper, words spoken ever so softly, just for your ears alone.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche dear.”

Anyways happy birthday from the mage of misery🫶 wishing you a great one!!!!

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

UWAHHHHHH CERUUUUUUU WHAT IS THIS- CLOCHE SINGING ONLY FOR ROOK TO CONTINUE AT THE RIGHT TIME??? THE PECKS BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT?? AND THE FACT THAT THEY FINALLY KISS ON THE LIPS- I’M GONNA LOSE IT- Oof this feels like watching those really long TV shows and finally getting to watch the will-they-won’t-they couple finally get together 😭😭

Ig it’s canon now that Cloche has French nursery songs drilled into her head from Canadian elementary- they pop in there at the worst times (as someone who was once in a half French immersion school- the war flashbacks are real-) But in all seriousness I just love this detail??? I will never not be salty that we were robbed of Rook singing more

Ofc Rook goes out of his way to tail Cloche instead of going to the party like normal people 😩 What is so special that it just can’t be shown to others??? Show off PDA, cowardly huntsman- assert dominance like an alpha— 👁️👁️ /j

Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write this!! This will now forever be my brainrot- Like holy— I can feel this in my soul, hear it, see it-

Schedule’s tight now but one day….

#this really made my day !!!#rolling around on the floor #frothing at the mouth- convulsing… it is not a good time 👁️👁️#oc: cloche🎊#cloche’ birthday bash 🎊#cat scratches 🌸#mutuals 🎊#rookloche #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #rook hunt #twst rook #others writing #rook x yuu #twst yuusona #yuusona #twst ocs

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carlyraejepsans · 5 months

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Hey, if you don’t mind the question. What’s your opinion on Undertale Yellow?

8/10 game. pretty good at being a game, not so much at being an undertale story. the gameplay itself was fun, the area/puzzle designs too, the soundtrack was untouchable it literally gave me the same rush i felt hearing sburb initiation for the first time. minor NPCs designs were fun but the primary cast was too monotonous, tbh. (all the main characters have tall gangly very detailed designs save for like, axis). its attempts at landing Undertale's humor were quite often successful, but it held back on exaggeration and caricaturing its original characters which took away that oomph from the canon game. the character writing was... lacking. which is a pity.

i love fucked up women so i was really disappointed that every single one of ceroba's actions/ideas/influences on the story were nothing but an extension of her dead husband. when you take chujin away she's just... A Good Wife and Mother. or starlo's past love interest ig. i mean both dalv and martlet's backstory were tied to her family and we never see them interact at all. but they do have an established dynamic.... with the dead husband. again. UGH. she's just really wasted as a character (she and chujin should've BOTH been scientists and she should've continued the project AGAINST his wishes after he died. she's the main cast character, she should be the driving force in the narrative, not him—even if chujin sets the plot in montion by inventing the serum first).

I'm not a huge asgore fan—not that i dislike him, he's just not a character i care about all that much—so congrats to this game for making me say "he would NOT fucking say that". the "fuck the royals" subplot thing was really unnecessary. actually, that was a bit of a recurring thing in the game. suddenly introducing these Huge Social Dilemmas like labor exploitation, anti-monarchic sentiments, misogyny (bro who on earth "needs to take a wife" this is Undertale) everyone realizing that clover is a child, over exaggerating the violence at stake... while also attempting to maintain Undertale's careless, bouncy treatment of the situation. that's... not how things work. undertale is able to maintain its light tone BECAUSE it doesn't let you take those topics seriously, they're not meant to be. the fairytale-like king, the battles, the child protagonist, they're all set dressings for the REAL story and REAL power imbalance it wants to highlight: that between player and game characters. everything is in function of that. you take that layer of separation and make everyone aware that theyre violently attacking and killing a literal child... that's not. a good thing dude. if it's not gonna impact the tone of the story, why acknowledge it in the first place? it's just unnecessary

anyway flowey neutral run was really, really fun. his dialogue writing all throughout the game was very solid and i had a blast having him around. however, they shouldn't have tried to anticipate his character development. this game is a prequel, you can't do that without undermining his arc in the canon events. pacifist should've had him doubling down on his frustration from the neutral ending. i do all this work for you keeping you alive and you make the same mistake i did sacrifice yourself for them??? are you BRAINDEAD???? what I'm saying is he basically should've thrown the biggest tantrum of his LIFE. oh and in the NM run he should've been terrified when he lost control of the SAVE file. this is the first time it's ever happened to him and now he's gonna die for good. he wouldn't have gloated like he did.

if you want to hear more criticism along the lines of what i said then this post by the fantastic @andreabandrea covers a lot of what i also felt during the game. i know this might sound like a lot of negativity, but the fact remains that UTY was an absolutely phenomenal work of fan creativity the likes of which we have never seen before in the fandom. considering the quality and polish, i thought it only fair to approach it as the piece of art it is and give it my genuine thoughts on the matter.

overall, still a really fun way to spend the afternoon with a pal. so. thumbs up

#it's just that. it is a product of fandom. with a lot of fandom shortcomings too #and seeing people praise it so wholeheartedly that they insinuate it surpasses the original #just reminds me once again that the majority of people have absolutely zero idea about what makes undertale 1) good 2) what it is #lol #answered asks #no word on the music i have the tag blacklisted because I'm tired of seeing it everywhere but not the music brother #i am listening to that shit 24/7 #turn it UP

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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04/21/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Leslie Jones; Nat Torres; SaveOFMDCrew - Let's Get OFMD an Emmy; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; Daily Darby/ Tonight's Taika

== Rhys Darby / Cryptid Factor ==

So our fabulous Captain has shared a video of him ghost hunting in a haunted hotel! The only way to access it (as you can see below) is to sign up for the $10 Cryptid Factor Patreon. Link here. It's cute and funny, and you get access to all of the other Cryptid Factor vids and a lot of other cool perks.

== Taika Waititi ==

Another pic of Taika From Sydney Trip for Rita's launch of TypeBea

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== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie spotted out on 4/20!

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== Nat Torres ==

Just a quick couple pics of Nat in hats!

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== Save OFMD Crew ==

Today SOFMD crew is working on more engagement to get OFMD an Emmy! Artwork by @erostheartist

Feel free to reach out to SOFMD crew on any of the platforms and share your favorite OFMD Season 2 Costumes! Save OFMD Crew Linktr.ee

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

And who could forget the guy who pointed out that Blackbeard was out on a treasure hunt! Annnnd immediately got threatened! Thank you @melvisik for highlighting Enrique Renaldo! He really took one for the team there!

== Colouring Pages ==

More colouring pages from the ever-lovely @patchworkpiratebear! Please click the images below to go to their tumblr pages!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. Here we are again-- coming up on Monday. I really hope you all got a chance to get some rest this weekend, a chance to be creative, a chance to heal up a bit for the coming week. Refueling is incredibly important in keeping the ever wonderful you up and running.

Tonight I wanted to get a little sappy and tell you just how amazing you are. Seriously, have you thought lately about just how much went into where are you are today? Millions of years of evolution, thousands of years of civilization for your parents to meet, have you and then so many years of growing, learning, living, and here you are the way you are today. The amount of complex interactions that had to occur to make you are impossible to ever quantify.

You are a unique, beautiful, glorious creature, and when you were born, you had infinite potential for the coming years. You were wonderful, and sweet, and you meant so much to the world around you.

Today, you are both the same, and a different person as you were then. You are different in experience, and growth, but you are still the same beautiful, fantastic, full of potential creature you were the moment you breathed air for the first time. That hasn't changed.

You were worthy of love then, and you're worthy of love now.

You were beautiful then, and you may look different, but you're even more beautiful now.

Your potential was infinite back then, and guess what? It's still infinite. There is so much to do in this life, and you WILL get where you want to be one day (if you're not already there).

You also mean so much to the world around you. The players may have changed, or stayed the same, but you still mean the world to those who love you, whether they say it or not.

You are a tiny shining speck in the grand scheme of time on this planet, and yet, you make such an impact on every other speck you encounter, and just like the millions of years before you, you are instrumental in the backstory of someone yet to come.

You don't have to have kids, to make that kind of an impact (although if you do that's it's own path) even just interacting with others, giving kindness where there wasn't any before can cascade and make a world of difference, which then spreads in it's own infinite direction to the future.

Your life matters. Your love matters. You matter.

Rest well lovelies, sweet dreams.

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's theme is "Out of Context"

Gifs courtesy of @thunderwingdoomslayer and @mermaidstede!

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #save ofmd #taika waititi #long live ofmd #adopt our crew #save ofmd crew #leslie jones #nat torres #the cryptid factor #rhys darby faction

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pxndorasdream · 1 year

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Experiment 101 — Part 1

AgedUp! Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Words: 3K

Warnings: Mention of neglectful parents, kidnapping (I’m still learning on how to tag these, so please tell me if I’m missing something)

Summary: Y/N is kidnapped by the RDA and then brought to Pandora where they use her and three other people as lab rats, but can they escape the sky people? And what if some Na’vi brothers find her unconscious in the forest?

Notes: Heeey, sooo this is the first story I post here, I hope you like it <33 English is not my first language so have mercy on me. Also, Neteyam and Lo’ak doesn’t appear till the end, this is more of like an introduction to Y/N and what happened to her. I’ve already planned a few more parts, so let me know if you’re interested ;)

3rd Person POV

Proofread ig

Life on Earth was harsh. There was no bright colors, only the gray of the concrete surrounding everything. It was sad. The place that had been once paradise on Earth, was now pure concrete.

War was something people were used to, fighting over anything. Like I said, it was sad.

But sometimes life wasn’t that bad when you have a loving family around. Sure, the lack of nature and the constant war surrounding humans was depressing, but once you’re with someone you love -and loves you back- all the problems seem smaller.

But unfortunately, that was not Y/N’s case. She was alone. She had no one. Well, she still had her parents, but they meant nothing to her. They were both just strangers to the girl.

They didn’t even noticed when their daughter disappeared for several days, only returning home to grab a few things and made her way out once again.

They also didn’t noticed the bruises that formed all around her body, like I said, they weren’t parents of the year.

The truth is, she was kidnapped by a group of men. And not only her, there were a few other people in the same situation as her.

There were two boys, maybe around their late teens, and another girl that seemed a bit older than them.

“What the hell do you want from us!?” One of the guys asked, the blonde one, more specifically.

The masked men that kidnapped them didn’t say a word. They just remained quiet, causing fear on the four hostages.

“Can somebody tell us what the fuck is happening?” The oldest girl said this time.

But again, nobody answered.

A few minutes later, the men left the room, leaving the four victims alone. The other boy stood up and tried to open the door, but to no one’s surprise, it was locked.

“Hey” Y/N heard the blonde boy talking, but she didn’t pay much attention, being consumed in fear of what possibly will happen to them. “Hey” She heard again, turning her head to meet the boy’s gaze.

“Yeah?” She replied a bit uncomfortable.

“What’s your name?” He asked. The girl looked at him in disbelief. Is he seriously trying to make small talk while being kidnapped? “C’mon, I mean, we’re all locked up here against our will, so maybe we should at least know each other's names, right?”

She looked to the others, noticing they were paying attention to the blonde guy. She sighed. “I’m Y/N”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Cameron” He said, then looking at the two people left.

“My name’s Madison” The oldest girl said, looking a little afraid.

“Well, I guess that only leaves me… I’m Thomas”

Soon enough the men were back, but with a new person joining them. It was a woman. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I’m General Ardmore, and I have an offer for the four of you” She said with no expression on her face.

“And for that you had to kidnap us?” The blonde boy, now known as Cameron, replied with a mocking tone. What on Earth is this guy doing?

“Shut it” The woman demanded. “You’ll be grateful that I took you out of your shitty lives” She paused for a second. “I assume you have heard about some planet called Pandora, am I right?” The four of them nodded. “Well, we need some… volunteers, if you want to put it that way. We have some experiments we’d like to try”

“By volunteers you mean us, I guess” Y/N dared to speak for the first time.

“You’re correct, miss Y/N” Ardmore responded with a sarcastic grin. “The four of you are alone. You have no one, so I guessed you won’t be missed if we take you to Pandora”

What a bitch, Y/N thought to herself, but the woman was correct, at least in her case, no one would notice she’s missing.

“And what will we have to do?” Thomas asked.

“Don’t worry about it, for now, we leave in 24 hours, in the meantime, you’ll be granted the opportunity to go back home and grab a few personal things for your survival up there, but don’t even think about escaping, because we will found you and you won’t like what’s next, am I making myself clear?” All of them nodded, but the woman wasn’t satisfied. “I will repeat myself one more time and I want you to answer me right… Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Fine, escort them to their homes and bring them back to me in less than 12 hours, okay?” She then asked the men guarding the place.

“Yes ma’am”

A few hours later, they were boarding an actual spaceship, every little kid dream, but it wasn’t in a way they enjoyed.

Everything surrounding them had the initials ‘RDA’, making the girl wonder what that meant. Y/N then walked towards some strange looking thing, it kinda look like a modern coffin.

“Alright, this is a cryosleep capsule, you’re going to get in one of these and sleep till we get to Pandora, okay?” A scientist explained to them what was going to happen next.

“So, how does this exactly work?” Madison asked with curiosity.

“These things basically freezes you and that maintains you alive and well for long periods of time, when you’re in cryo state you don’t dream, and don’t need food or water, it’s like you’re being put in pause” He explained. “It basically keeps people in perfect shape, they don’t age a second, it’s quite awesome”

“And why do we need to be in one of these?” Y/N asked.

“It’s because the trip to Pandora last about six Earth years, and we don’t want our people being six years older that when they left”

“Six years?!” Cameron asked in shock.

“Yeah, blondie, don’t you know how space works?” Y/N asked him and a small laugh slipped through her lips.

“We’ll, then, hop in.” The scientist told them, the four of them doing it. Y/N laid down in the cryo capsule, the only thing in mind was hoping her life in Pandora would be a little better than on Earth, but oh, how wrong was she.

It seemed to have been only a blink of an eye for her and the three others, but after six years of traveling —which felt like a second to the four young guys—, they were arriving at Pandora.

Well, not exactly. They arrived at the RDA base, which was exactly like Earth, the gray color predominating the place. But surrounding that boring looking facility, a huge forest was in sight. Seeing the color green for the first time in quite a while, Y/N thought maybe life in Pandora wasn’t going to be so bad.

She was wrong. Life in Pandora was hell, no, it was worse than hell. Or at least on the RDA base. She would rather be sent to hell to serve Satan himself than stay there for one more day.

Being an experiment to the RDA people was horrible. She was in a dark room with 5 cells, one for each person, and one free. They were glass cells, and someone was always watching them. If it weren’t the scientists trying to observe the effect of the serum they previously injected in them, it was some guard.

They were never alone. It was hell. They didn’t know what that serum was supposed to do, but they came to the conclusion it wasn’t working, every three days some new serum was injected into their body, and each one had different side effects. It was torture. They were in pain for the next few days when the serum entered their body. They were just torturing them, there was no effective serum, so they kept going on. It was killing them.

But one day, after 2 years in Pandora, the serum seemed to have worked. The scientists seemed happy, and so did General Ardmore. They wanted to try and confirm the serum was finally correct, so the RDA organized a trip to the forests of Pandora.

A few days later, the soldiers were getting ready to enter the deadly forest, some scientists came as well, just to assure the well-being of the four people, well, not their well-being but to control the effects of the serum on them.

The four of them were given a mask, which someone later explained was for them to be able to breathe outside.

“I feel like fucking royalty walking with all these guys protecting us” Cameron said to Y/N while walking toward the forest.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “Are you for real?” She asked. “They are not protecting us, they are just making sure their little lab rats are ok with the serum”

He shrugged. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood, jeez”

Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smile escaped her lips. “Sure, whatever”

Their hands were handcuffed in front of their body, just to make sure no one tried to escape, so they had limited mobility. “Ok, we’re here. Let’s get it done.” Y/N heard a soldier talk. Then they all stopped walking, all of them with their eyes pointed at the four people. “Take out your masks” He said again.

“What? No!” Thomas replied angrily. What the hell, aren’t these supposed to be to not die while outside?

“There’s no way we’re taking these off, we’ll die!” This time it was Y/N talking. “You said Pandora air is toxic to humans, and that just breathing it for a second will make us faint, and in four more seconds, die?!”

One of the scientists sighed. “Get to your main mission, we will take care of them” She told the soldiers accompanying them, "We'll see you back here in 20 minutes, okay?”

The soldier rolled his eyes. “Yes ma’am” He said and later they went further into the forest, only leaving the four guys with some scientists and a couple of soldiers.

“Do you know what the serum is supposed to do?” The scientist asked. The four of them shook their heads. “This serum is supposed to make humans breath Pandora air without any fatal consequences, and you just happen to be our test subjects” She grinned. “So please, do as I said so and take. of. the. masks” She said losing her patience.

None of them obeyed. They weren’t idiots, what if the serum doesn’t work? “Take their masks off.” The woman now said to the soldiers. They obeyed and they walked towards Y/N and the others.

“Please, don’t” Madison said with fear in her voice.

“Shut it” The woman replied.

The men took Thomas and Cameron masks first, and it seemed like they were holding their breaths. Next, they took Madison and Y/N’s. The two girls doing the same as the boys.

“Breathe” She commanded. Neither of them did it. “Breath. Now!” But still, no one obeyed. But humans can only hold their breath for a while. After one minute, Madison took a breath, followed by Thomas, then Y/N and finally Cameron.

We’re going to die, Y/N thought, but after 30 seconds, they were still alive and felt okay, whatsoever.

The scientists started to cheer, still with their gazes on the four people in front of them. The serum had worked. Finally.

But the sound of gunshots followed by some screams wiped the smile off their faces.

“What is happening?” the woman asked the soldiers, but they only shrugged, pointing their own guns to the source of the sound.

“Withdrawal, withdrawal” They heard someone shout, shortly after, the soldiers from before were running towards them. “We have to go, now!”

“The natives found us! Withdrawal!” Another soldier shout just before being pierced by an arrow.

The sound of gunshots and screaming stunned Y/N, who was only looking at what was happening. She didn’t know what to do. A hand grabbing her forearm caught her attention. It was one of the scientists, but she didn’t want to go with them.

What was worse? Going back to the RDA base and being a fucking lab rat for another two years, or getting lost on Pandora’s forest and maybe being killed by an animal or some natives? She definitely didn’t want to be trapped on the base for one more second, so she freed herself from the scientist's grasp.

The other three saw this and tried to do the same, but only two of them were successful, Madison couldn’t lost the scientist that held her, and she was taken once again.

A few seconds later, no RDA people were left there, only Y/N, Cameron and Thomas. The gunshots and screaming stopped, the silence was restored and the only sound that could be heard was the wind going through the leaves of the tall trees.

“So… I guess we’re free” Cameron started the conversation.

“I think so” Thomas replied.

Y/N watched the two men. “I wouldn’t call this ‘being free’, we’re just lost in the forest. What are we supposed to do now?”

A new sound was heard by the girl. It was something moving on the trees. “We are so dead” Cameron said, he also heard the sound. “It was nice to meet you, guys, although I would’ve liked more to have met you in other circumstances”

“Yeah, maybe meeting you while being kidnapped and used as lab rats wasn’t the best, but it is what it is, now we’re going to die in some weird animal hands, so I guess we lived a shitty life and we’re going to die in a shitty way” Thomas replied.

Y/N looked at them annoyed. “Guys, stop making things even sadder!” She wanted to say something more but her chest started to hurt.

“Y/N! What is happening?” Cameron asked worriedly, but soon his own chest started to hurt too. Thomas was in the same situation as them. The three of them grabbed their own chest with their hands still handcuffed, trying to breathe, but it only hurt more. They began to lose consciousness and soon enough, they were lying unconscious on the ground.

It seemed the serum didn’t work once again.

From the top of the trees, two young Na’vi watched the humans lying unconscious on the forest floor. “Bro, we have to go there” Lo’ak said with his gaze still on the humans.

“Are you mad? What if they wake up and try to kill us?” Neteyam asked, looking at his little brother like he was crazy.

“C’mon bro, haven’t you noticed? They don’t have an oxygen mask, they are unconscious! They won’t wake up, and if they do, we knocked them out again”

“Fine, let’s go!” The oldest said, making his brother smile. “But…” Lo’ak’s smile faded. “We call dad right after” Neteyam said.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, whatever, lets just go”

The young Na’vi came closer to the three human bodies lying unconscious. They were quite curious. They saw them surviving more than half a minute breathing Pandora's air, there was something weird about them.

“Did you hear when they said they were kidnapped?” Lo’ak asked his older brother, who nodded.

“Yeah, and that they were lab rats or something like that” Neteyam replied while looking closely at them.

“We definitely should call dad” The youngest said. “Even if he gets mad for not returning with the others right away the soldiers left”

“I’m on it” Neteyam touched his communicator. “Dad, we have some humans here, they are unconscious”

“What do they look like?” The oldest asked through the communicator. “And why are you still there?”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “I told you'' He whispered to his older brother.

“There are three of them, two guys and a girl, they look young, maybe like 19 or 20, and they’re handcuffed”

“What? Handcuffed?”

“Yes, and we heard them talking right before they were knocked out, they said some things I think you’ll find interesting” Lo’ak intervened.

“Fine, what’s your location?” Jake asked his sons.

“A few miles away from the base” Neteyam replied.

“Fine, I’m coming, do not move and make sure they don’t wake up” Their father ordered.

“Copy sir” The two youngest Sully boys replied. “What do you think lab rats meant?” The youngest asked. “I mean, I know what lab rats mean, but what do you think the RDA was testing with them?”

“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later”

Jake Sully arrived with a few other warriors at the spot his sons were waiting for him. “We’ll talk later” He said, both boys knowing they were in trouble for not going back home after they attacked the sky people. “They look young”

“I told you” Lo’ak said, gaining a bad look from his father and a hit in the head by his brother.

“We’ll take them to our base, have Norm and Max check on them, and when they wake up, we’ll question them” Jake said to his warriors, who nodded. “They aren’t wearing oxygen masks, are they even alive?” He seemed to finally notice the obvious.

“They are pretty much alive, sir. We’ve heard them saying they were kidnapped by the RDA and that they were just lab rats to them, I guess that has something to do with them not wearing a mask” Neteyam replied with a serious face, gaining a mocking look from his brother.

“Fine, take them to the base” Three warriors lift the sky people and started to get back. “And you two are coming with me” Jake said to his sons.

He was angry at them for not following direct orders, but he was more intrigued by the unconscious humans he just saw, and he wasn’t the only one. Neteyam and Lo’ak couldn’t leave their minds either.

Let me know if you want Part 2! ;)

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x human reader #lo’ak sully #lo’ak avatar #jake sully #neytiri #omaticaya clan #human reader #avatar rda #x y/n

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zen-the-dumb · 8 months

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Iwaizumi heacannons cause he’s hot.

(Split into sections) (I apologize, this one is kinda all over the place and there is alot of variety for what i write on this one. Its some fluff, some angst, y’know.)

Bullied!reader

(Physical bullying)

Someone is getting their shit rocked-

No, but in all seriousness, he knows something is up after a while of seeing a few different signs. These signs being purely physical. He couldnt pick up on any of the mental signs. The signs he picked up on were bruises, you being late whenever you had to go through a certain area of the school to get to somewhere, and being anxious around a certain group of people.

Probably confronts you about it after a few times of seeing the same things over and over again.

During this confrontation, he gets worked up and mad. After you tell him who is bullying you and what’s happening, he takes action to prevent it.

If you’re okay with telling a counselor or teacher:

Iwaizumi will do the talking if you want him to, if not, he’ll just accompany you to be like emotional support.

If you are afraid to tell a counselor or teacher or believe it will bring you more harm:

In this situation, Iwaizumi will devise a plan to protect your from whomever it is hurting you.

This plan will be along the lines of accompanying you wherever and at whatever time it is that these people are bullying you.

If they try to bully you while he’s there, a fight will insue.

(Mental bullying)

**Tw!: mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts**

He took note of changes in your behavior most likely. However, if you showed no big signs of being bullied, I don’t think he’d be empathetic enough to tell. If you aren't more down than normal, it probably takes a bit.

Once he realises, he is pissed (reasonably so).

He asks you why you wouldn't tell him earlier. He was concerned that you were so scared to tell him for whatever reason.

***TW!: THIS IS THE SUICIDE MENTION PART!***

If you went to the extent of attempting suicide, he stays with you while you heal from the suicide attempt before asking you who pushed you that far. When you tell him, he probably is quite tempted to go beat their ass.

If you had suicidal thoughts but didn't attempt before he got to you, he definitely was still pissed that you had even had the thought of ending your life. He wasn't mad at you for having them, but mad at whoever had tortured you so much that you had contemplated suicide.

**Suicide mention part over**

To help avoid you being tormented, he subtly starts being with you more. And if they torment you when he’s not there, he comforts you after you tell him about it.

If they torment you infront of him, he will rip into them with the insults.

Reader that stims ig? (Sorry, not sure what else to call this)

One day he notices your stimming and asks about it.

After you tell him its a type of physical comfort mechinism, he’s kinda confused for a second and you have to explain why it’s needed for you. (Whether that be sensory overload, social anxiety, overwhelming enviroment, etc.)

Once you explain this to him, he starts taking note sub-consciously of what situations you stim during.

Eventually, he probably memorizes what stims you use for certain things if you have certain stims for different situations.

Defends you if you ever get made fun of for your stimming.

Reader that is afraid of thunder

At first, whenever he sees how anxious you get when the thunderstorm starts, he thinks its kinda silly or you’re joking.

However, whenever he sees you hiding under the blankets or crying or anything like that, he immediately is all comfort.

Probably will cuddle you for comfort you if thats what you want.

Gives you his headphones and turns on music for you or something to distract you or block out the noise of the thunder.

This section is for a Trans male reader. Dysphoria comfort.

Whenever you’re feeling dysphoric, he will give you compliments on your masculine features to distract you from the not masculine features.

If you don't have a binder on at the time, he’ll give you his jacket or one of his shirts to help with dysphoria.

If it’s dysphoria over your legs or hips, he will lend you a hoodie or baggy pair of pants to help.

Will buy you food. No more context.

If anyone dares to misgender you on purpose or dead name you, there will be hell for them to pay.

*_Requests are open, check my blog or profile description for more details_*

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oleander-nin · 8 months

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Horrortober Day 29 - Punishment(Mud Dogs x Reader)

A/N, not important: This was really hard to write. Not because I couldn't do it, but because I didn't want to. I didn't start writing until 3pm and then took a break until 1am. I wish coffee worked because I'm tired. Thank goodness it's Sunday ig. Sorry this one's a bit rough, I'll probably rewrite it in the future. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: kidnapping, loss of free will, breaking bones(?), snapped wrist and ankle, yandere themes, dark themes.

Words: 1399

Summary: Leonard stops being your shield

Danny stares at you while you draw on the couch, your shoulders hunched over the small notepad and pencil they had brought for you. You keep your eyes averted from Danny, not wanting to suggest an invitation for him to come closer. Leonard was right next to you, his eyes on the TV that was quietly playing the news. Reports of their recent crimes were being listed, as well as another call for their arrest and for people to report them if they were spotted. Mickey laughs at the broadcast, his droopy face in a wide grin. Danny’s ear twitches, clearly hearing the TV as well, but not bothering to look. His eyes were still trained on you, making you sweat.

Your pencil glides across the paper, the quiet scratching of the graphite drowned out by the TV’s volume. You didn’t want to meet Danny’s beady eyes, knowing that moment you looked, he would call you over. You shift on the couch, Leonard’s attention shooting to you for a second. He rubs his hand through your hair for a moment before his attention returns to the TV, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder. Danny straightens up at the display, his face etched into a small frown. His whiskers twitch as he continues to stare, your hands shaking. You really didn’t want him to make you get up.

“(Y/n),” He calls, making you tense. Leonard glances at the rat yōkai, his eyes curious. “Come here.”

A second passes as you stare at the notepad you were drawing on, your grip on the pencil increasing greatly. Leonard nudges you on the shoulder, a small frown on his face as he tries to direct you towards Danny. You make no move to get up, only shrinking in on yourself. Danny’s eyes darken, his hands folded as he leans forward on his knees.

“(Y/n).” He says more firmly, trying to call you over. You tense, an uneasy feeling in your gut. Danny opens his mouth to call you again, but you put down your pencil in frustration to cut him off.

“I heard you.” You say fiercely, your eyes glaring at the rat. Danny’s eyebrows raise at the small outburst, straightening his back as he sits up.

“Then why aren’t you over here?”

You scowl, turning back to your drawing. “I don’t want to.”

There’s a beat of silence in the room, Leonard staring down at you from where he sits on your side. Mickey even tore his gaze from the TV to stare you down, the eel’s gaze flicking between you and Danny. Danny’s jaw ticks to the side, his eyes narrowing. He continues to sit and stare at you for a moment longer before he gets up. You don’t look at him, knowing he wasn’t allowed to lay a hand on you. Since you had been taken, Leonard had kept the other two from causing you any major harm, even if you seriously screwed up.

Danny gets up from his chair and leans over you, his snout pulled into a snarl. “It wasn’t a choice.”

You glance up at him, letting your leg knock against Leonard’s as you shrink away from the angry yōkai. You try to not look at him, hoping he’d back away if you sank into the couch enough. He doesn’t, his figure hovering above yours while he sneers down at you. His beady eyes scan you for a moment, taking in the false carelessness you were desperately hanging onto.

He reaches over and grabs the notebook you were still drawing on, the lines shaky and crooked from your trembling hands. He mindlessly tosses the scratch pad over his shoulder, yanking your arm forward as he swings you up so you’re being held on his shoulder by the junction of your hip and spine. You push against his back, looking to Leonard for help, but his eyes drift back to the TV. Your mind buzzes with confusion and concern, unsure why the leader of the group was letting you be carted off. Leonard had always stopped them before, pulling you away from the more sporadic members' harsh punishments. But now he only ignores your progressively more frantic calls, his eyes glued to the screen like you ever existed.

Mikey watches with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously as he sticks his tongue out at you. Danny continues to haul you off, taking you into another room so he could do what had never been allowed before. You knew what you did was wrong in their eyes, but you never expected this to be their breaking point. You start to call out for Leonard, only for him to turn up the volume of the TV to drown your calls.

"Sorry sweetheart. You did this to yourself." Danny purrs, his grip tightening as he takes you into his room. Your heart lurches, your fingers crossed as you hoped dearly you would only be subjected to minor isolation for your show of insubordination, but Danny moves past the pile of blankets and pillows you were permitted to sleep on. He sets you on his bed with the gentleness of a lion, his eyes dark and shifty. You try to sit up but he shoves you back down, a look of warning shot down at you. Your leg rushes forward, an attempt to kick the rat away, but he simply grabs your ankle. His grip tightens as his face contorts into a more angered, beastly look. It was like he was truly becoming the monster he prized himself on being.

You start to scream from the pressure building on your ankle, your bones stressing under his grip. A loud pop followed by a quieter snap hits your ears, your mind processing the sound faster than it can the blinding pain. You scream, the initial feeling of your joints popping unnaturally sending shocks of agony through your limb.

Danny drops your foot and leans over you, grabbing your chin to make you face him. You whimper, your eyes watery and face red from withheld screams. He tsks at you, squeezing your cheeks twice and watching them pudge up. “You know this is your fault, right?”

Your eyes water as you try to take your head back, the pain slowly morphing into a dull ache as long as you don't try to move it. Danny doesn’t wait for you to answer, his other hand traveling to your wrist. You don’t have time to even protest before he does the same thing to your wrist, letting your body crumple and hand go limp. You don’t scream this time, biting hard on your cheek to keep the pain inside as you try not to sob.

“Don’t you ever ignore me like that again.” He hisses, pulling your face towards his own. You continue to let your face puff, trying to keep down any noises that give in to your pain. Danny watches you struggle with this, a smile finally gracing him once more. It was evil, the same one that he donned when he found you after your first escape attempt. You try to pull your face back from him, but he holds firm, his voice a harsh rasp as he looks down at you. “Leonard won’t always protect you. You need to stop being such a brat. Try this again, and no matter what Leonard says to it, I’m breaking both of your legs. Understand?”

You nod tearfully, a small whimper escaping your closed lips. Danny leans back, satisfied. He seems smug now, happy he was both allowed and able to beat you into submission once more. “Good. Now don’t forget it.”

And with that, he lets go, turning around and leaving you on the bed to get bandages and medicine for your pain. You sink down, pulling your limp wrist to your chest so you could cradle it while he is gone, trying not to cry. What little protection and power you held seemed to be gone, and you weren’t sure how long you could survive without Leonard’s protective stance on the punishments. You blink back tears, sucking in a big breath to calm yourself a tad. If you were lucky, he’d fight for you again tomorrow, and this would all be a bad day on the calendar. A nightmare, or a warning, but nothing more.

Gosh you hoped so.

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vainilla-milk · 1 year

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kiss me more

pairing: Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

tags: a little bit suggestive ig?, fluff and not corrected

wordcount: 2k

There has never been a time when you felt more embarrassed than when you decided to rush over to Iwaizumi to congratulate him on his team's recent victory in the school volleyball tournament.

You saw him walk past you after school, you felt so happy for him, needless to say his energy brimming with joy and victory could infect anyone nearby.

You just wanted to hug him while your mouth was spilling congratulations, but the emotion and euphoria clouded you and the first thing you did after falling into his arms was to kiss him.

It was only a few seconds, a few in which you momentarily felt that everything stopped around you, but when you were aware of what you did, that stop of time only became a moment of hellish embarrassment.

Iwaizumi was staring at you in shock, not understanding what had just happened, you couldn't bear his look of confusion.

You apologized, or so you tried. You only stammered apologies and your face reddened, there was an unbearable heat in your cheeks and you just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.

"I- really, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to-" you apologized again, but Iwaizumi interrupted you and his seriousness only made you feel even worse.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

You watched him walk away quickly, he didn't even look at you when he said goodbye.

You cursed yourself a bunch of times on the way home, with a crestfallen look on your face and your shoulders slumped. You were hurt that you had ruined your relationship with him, that you had been reckless, that you hadn't been able to wait for the right moment to at least make him see your feelings for him.

The look on his face when you parted was heartbreaking to remember, you just knew that when you got home you would just try to sleep to forget and possibly avoid seeing him for the rest of your days in Aoba Johsai.

Although, possibly, it is he who will avoid you until you graduate.

Iwaizumi's only goal was to get to a place where there were no people around, calm down and try to cool down.

He clearly didn't expect you to suddenly kiss him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, but he least expected his second head to wake up as he was enveloped by a new sensation as kissing was and the only thing he wished at the present moment is that you didn't notice, that you didn't notice it as you kept hugging him nor that you noticed it from his pants when you made a slight bow by way of apology for kissing him.

"Fuck," he complained, because he didn't expect it to hurt either.

In desperation, he took shelter behind a minimarket, there was no one around and the shade provided a cooling sensation. Still, it looked like it would take him a few minutes to get a grip on the situation.

"Hajime?" he heard said and quite close, he knew that voice, he felt gazes concentrated on him.

Nerves came over him, he wanted to die of embarrassment.

Mattsun and Makki were lying a short distance away from him with some snacks they bought at the minimarket.

And if they were there, possibly Oikawa was there too.

"What's wrong?" he heard again.

The devil himself appeared before him, holding an ice cream in his hand.

There were no words, only silence, Iwaizumi biting his tongue not knowing what to say. The others would simply cross confused glances with him. But as always, Oikawa would be more observant.

And he wouldn't pass up this opportunity to tease him.

"But what the sh... You got it standing!!!?" he exclaimed, his laughter about to burst outrageously from his mouth.

Mattsun and Makki turned their gazes towards Iwaizumi's pants, understanding the situation and having no choice but to join in the teasing.

"God, you're really hot."

"What mischief have you been up to?"

"Damn it, stop that, it's not standing and I'm not horny, stop it!" he interrupted them with his reddened face, but he could hardly appease the laughter of his friends.

A few insufferable minutes of laughter, teasing and jokes regarding their embarrassing encounter passed, but at least Iwaizumi had managed to control his friend hiding in his pants. He had no excuse in mind to justify himself, because the truth was that he didn't feel sure if he should mention you.

Though maybe it's better to say what happened than to come off as a hot piece of shit who'd senselessly gotten an erection in public.

Reluctantly, Iwaizumi told them about how you went to hug him and how your cute, soft lips made contact with his.

"I never thought that the time would finally come to give you my advice in love, Iwa-chan" Oikawa patted his shoulder as he spoke to him full of drama, certainly, also excited to be able to explore this new side of his best friend. If Iwaizumi would let him.

"I don't want your advice," he spat at him. "I'll apologize to her tomorrow, I don't want her to take me as if I'm depraved."

Mattsun let out a light chuckle and patted his other shoulder to convey his support.

"I don't think she'll take you for depraved, your body just liked being kissed too much."

"Stop it!" he complained, abruptly removing his hand from his shoulder.

Anyway, his friends gave him moral support. Although that embarrassing moment of finding the star of the team suffering from an erection, they will never, ever in their lives stop making jokes about it.

Determined to forget that awkward moment when Iwaizumi walked away from you coldly after you accidentally kissed him, you focused all your attention on the class, jotting down as much as you could in your notebook and rereading the subject book.

A certain prince you dreamed of being with at some point was also sharing that class with you, much to your misfortune, so you did your best to ignore him, but you could sense that from the looks of it, he didn't want to ignore you.

During the break, you quickly left the classroom accompanied by your friends, you could swear that Iwaizumi tried to approach you, but that would be cruelly delusional after what happened.

You dismissed the idea that he was going to talk to you, but that he was going to talk to someone in your direction. All day long you were sneaking around, evading the questions your friends were asking you about your strange behavior.

On the other hand, Hajime was getting desperate for not being able to talk to you, he was sure that maybe you did notice that unfortunate erection and that it had bothered you. Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki look on amused at his frustration.

He couldn't catch up with you that day, he couldn't catch up with you the next day, nor the one after that.

He was falling into despair. He thought you now had a depraved image of him, he was not at all pleased to know that you might have the worst image of him right now.

He wasn't going to sit idly by about it, but catching you was difficult.

It wasn't until he finally hit on you during an afternoon after training, you were walking home alone, he was alone too, it was a good opportunity.

"Wait!" you heard him say, you turned to look for the owner of the voice and were petrified to see that it was your now impossible love.

You were about to slip away again, but his hand clung to your wrist.

"I want to talk to you" he tried again, his tone of voice had softened, you instinctively turned your gaze to him. His eyes, not wanting to be out of tune with his voice, softened as well when he saw your face. "Sorry."

You blinked, your brows furrowed in confusion.

"I reacted inappropriately when you kissed me, I didn't want to make that impression on you" he continued shyly. You anticipated to answer, in your chest you managed to feel a glimmer of relief and hope.

"N-no no! It's okay, it was my fault. I acted without thinking" you lowered your gaze, your cheeks had started to blush again. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that out of the blue, I'm sorry."

Iwaizumi watched you, feeling something inside himself at seeing you so shy and cowering.

"I mean, it didn't bother me that you did" he spoke low, your eyebrows raised in surprise and you lifted your gaze again searching for his. "I just didn't know how to react, to tell you the truth, I reacted pretty badly."

"Uhm... I see" you replied confused.

It seemed like the ice between the two of you still couldn't be broken, not until Hajime decided to change the subject.

"So... Are you walking home?" he asks you averting his gaze, he was trying not to make you uncomfortable. You answered yes, with some of the shyness that refuses to leave you.

Hajime rests his gaze on you and smiles warmly.

"I'll walk you out."

Your eyes light up and your lips spread into a charming smile, in his eyes.

On the way back home, you managed to progressively break the ice that hindered your interaction a while ago. Everything felt warm and pleasant, but standing at the door of your home, Iwaizumi refused to let you go so soon.

"Uhmm" he hesitates "I was wondering if you have Saturday off?"

Surprise floods you, you tell him you have nothing to do. Hajime asks you if you want to go out with him, you don't think twice and accept.

"Is it a date?" you ask before leaving.

You notice his gaze avert and his cheeks blush, a face that apparently very few (or only you) have ever seen.

"Yes, it's a date" he deigns to reply. But not before giving you a smile before leaving.

The stay at the Seijoh feels light, it's been days after clearing things up with Iwaizumi.

It's also been days after your date.

You two have become quite close during breaks after class, it seems a bit surprising for everyone to see the big ace of the volleyball team being a bit affectionate, considering the temperament that characterizes him.

Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki don't miss the opportunity to laugh a little at him in your presence.

"Who knew our Iwa-chan would be the first of us to fall for love" crooned Tooru clasping his best friend irritably against him.

"Says the one who has had several girlfriends and didn't know how to keep them" he replied to the teasing.

It certainly amused you to see Hajime interacting with his friends.

"You would have seen how worried he was after you kissed him" Makki mentioned, to your surprise, your face turned completely red.

"Did he tell you about...?" you asked dead embarrassed.

You got an affirmative answer loaded with amusement.

"Sorry about that too" you heard Iwaizumi say.

"I think the funniest thing was seeing how he thought you hated him because you unintentionally caused him to get an erection" Oikawa interrupted again.

Only you froze in place as you registered what he had just said.

Your expression of confusion and silence caught their attention, causing them to shut up quickly.

"I caused what?" you managed to ask.

You searched for Iwaizumi with your gaze, who seemed to also be confused by your reaction. The others were not far from the same reaction.

"He didn't tell you?" asked Makki.

You shook your head.

All eyes fell on him, who didn't seem to know what to say.

Soon Mattsun decided it was best to leave you two alone, so he took Oikawa and Makki away before they could say anything again.

"I literally apologized for my reaction," he told you.

"I thought you apologized for looking at me ugly!" you replied.

"What?!!! No, I mean, too! But mostly I thought you had noticed and I didn't want to make a

bad impression on you!"

You both shared confused looks in silence.

You suddenly cut the tension when you let a laugh escape your lips. Hajime just looked at you even more confused.

"How hot you are" you tell him between laughs.

No more seconds pass before he absorbs those giggles as well.

"Maybe I am."

He replies to you as he takes your hand and you walk together to the next class.

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Hi Jen! Mrs pasta here.

I hope some people realize that if The day comes Ramen deactivates or officially deletes his IG, it is over. He has given up trying to engage with the public and that is when, fans, or remaining fans, should be worried. Because that means he no longer wants to try - forced or not.

Right now, deleting a few posts here or there is odd to some but probably has a reason behind it. I wish people would just wait. It’s getting annoying at this point.

Lastly. Ramen is still somewhat holding it together for the public despite the blatant and abhorrent negativity he continues to keep receiving. I commend him for that.

And to the snarky people on here that keep wanting to dig on him…

I’d like to see you get tagged in H*tler and N*zi and t*rrorist posts and get shamed for everything from you hair, face, nose, teeth, body, things you’ve said maybe out of context 15 years ago, and promotional pictures you took 8 years ago during a USO tour for a company you work for…and also being called P and G names from your own fanbase…and your friends, family, business partners, etc getting tagged into the same

Negativity

And come back and tell me you’re okay. That you don’t care and that you’re not bothered. Seriously. I will sit here and wait.

Please remember that humans have emotions and feelings, even if they are famous.

Have a great week, Jen. Stay sweet and positive as you always are ❤️

Welcome back, Mrs. Pasta.

I hope you had a beautiful day yesterday filled with love and laughter.

I do agree with your comments. It is disheartening to see some posts that have been deleted/archived when they brought so much joy. But I’m sure there are reasons. I have a few ideas and thoughts. But what do I know for a fact?

I hope that he is actually taking care of himself while he waits for production on Honey, Don’t to start. It seems the snow with Dodger was a nice moment.

I do think that people have taken the USO tour pictures a bit too far. And to demand anyone, celebrities included, to speak on something is a bit strange for me. But maybe me being a millennial I look at things differently. I’m not excusing the actions during the USO tour, but if we can forgive old tweets and say people have changed, maybe we should have the same grace. Or even keep the same energy for the other person on that USO tour that signed as well. But still, almost a decade ago.

I think everyone should just breathe. Remember there are emotions and a person behind the persona.

And you have a great week as well! I always look forward to your drop ins. Hopefully the next one is a bit more joyful. We can have us some Banza noodles 😊

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I Could Never Hate You (ex!reader x matty healy)

a/n: this is a bit of an add-on to this blurb so it'll kinda make more sense if you read that too but its not totally needed

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, you got more and more antsy. Finally, after over two years, you were finally letting the world into your passion project. An album that you started with love, then loneliness and heartbreak. It took you through the hardest few months of your life, the breakup with the man who you thought you would spend the rest of your life with. It wasn’t even some big event, you just realised that you couldn’t grow together. You and Matty had spent most of your relationship alone together, in isolation away from the rest of the world. And that worked well for a while–living in stasis–but when it came time to join the real world again, you found that everyone else had changed, drastically, and you both needed to change as well, and not together.

Well, that was the start of it. Once you’d both had to start living single, for the first time in years, and it quickly became apparent that things would not settle easily. First was the awkwardness from your mutual friends, not knowing whether to take sides or not, then the jealousy in seeing just how happy you both seemed on social media without one another–of course, this was all a facade, you were both very unhappy but just too stubborn to admit it.

Hearing the things he would say about you on stage, in his songs, in interviews, you were so hurt. Not to mention shocked, you didn’t know he’d be so upset, when you split there wasn’t much animosity, just heartache. You didn’t know he felt so threatened over the mere idea of you dating someone else–all rumours made up by tabloids, you were nowhere near ready to date somebody else.

It was ten minutes until midnight. You had almost finished your final listen through it, while it was still just your’s, only two songs left. And then the whole world could listen, and learn about the past couple years that you held so sacred.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until the tears finally spilled over your cheeks as the ending chords of the final track played in your empty flat. Living through that whole journey each time you listened was like another blow to your chest over and over, but some part of you yearned for it each time–it was your only gateway to the last time you felt actually happy with yourself. Since you broke up with him, it had all been a complete mess of bathroom breakdowns and many nights with too much wine.

As you composed yourself with a tissue there was only about a minute left, this was it.

You watched your phone’s time turn to Friday, it was like a weight was lifted off your back. All your worries, the emotional labour you endured while making the record, just melted away. You opened the Twitter app and read through the first few tweets of excited fans who were live-tweeting their first listen to the album. You smiled at all their anticipation, typing their initial thoughts in all caps.

And soon the texts came rolling in. Your manager, peers, friends from school, the head of your label, and…him.

Just listened to it all. I can’t believe I know someone as talented as you. Seriously. Just wow.

The text touched your heart. You’d sent a very similar message when Being Funny was released, all of it true. It was a truly heartfelt and all-over fantastic record, you were just glad you could live up to that standard. You quickly typed a response.

Oh you flatter me!

Ping! An immediate reply back.

I try…

This was the first time you’d properly spoken in months. It felt so good. It was almost like you’d gotten your Matty back–something you wished for so deeply.

I meant what I said in the ig post btw. I wanna be friends.

The second you pressed send, you were worried you’d overstepped, and when the typing bubble appeared on the screen.

Me too.

-And then another message.

Are you busy right now? I still have a 92 Bordeaux I haven’t opened…

Your favourite wine. You typed another text.

I’ll be over in 10.

It was a short walk. A route you’d thought about taking time and time again in your lowest times. Though now you were riding a hit of euphoria like no other.

You still knew the code to his apartment block–after all, it was once yours too–so you could get in easily, placing four firm knocks on his door.

When he opened the door, you were met with a sight for sore eyes. Without thinking you launched on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You could feel him freeze for a second, before relaxing into your grasp, arms going around your waist.

You forgot his scent, the musk mixed with tobacco smoke–something that on anyone else could very well be repulsive, but not on Matty, never on Matty.

“We should get inside,” he said, muffled from his face being pressed into your shoulder.

“Okay,” you chuckled.

You finally let go of him and you felt so suddenly cold without contact. You walked through the door and you were hit with the memories of when it was home for you–the good and bad.

Matty had set up the dark bottle on the coffee table with two glasses. He knew you always liked to open the bottle yourself so it was left still wrapped, a bottle opener laying next to it. You couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself at the sight of it, knowing that Matty still remembered.

You placed your bag on the armrest of the sofa and got to your job, unpeeling the foil and prying open the bottle. You pocketed the cork, you wanted something to remember this night by.

Matty was simply watching you from his normal spot on the sofa as you poured the two glasses and handed one to him.

“I should tell you again…” he started after you made yourself comfortable on the sofa you both spent months picking out. “It’s a fucking good album.”

“Thanks, darling,” you smiled.

“I’m serious! I could never have written something so…tender and so..so personal. Ever.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you joked, he laughed.

“And I want you to know that I’m sorry. For everything.”

“You’re not completely blameless in all this! We’ve both said and done…things,” you argued.

“I know, I just…I could never deal with you hating me.”

“Matthew. I could never hate you.”

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