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talaok · 5 months

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Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face once... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself"

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much,

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 months

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Hi, I was wondering if you could create a scenario where reader is in the garden working and gets hot and sweaty and Donna just becomes a mess and when Reader goes to take a shower and undresses in front of Donna, she just devours her in the shower (smut pls).

Also could you please make Donna G!P?

Thank you!!!!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Heat

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, gardener! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff

Word count: 5,199

Summary: It's a hot day and you want to take advantage of that...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Okay, okay... You don't like me and I don't like you either,” you said, pacing from one side of the garden to the other. “I know that you were born and raised here, with only one promise in your minds: to take revenge on the woman who took the lives of your ancestors. Well, it's time to decide who is stronger.”

Saying that sentence, as if you were really participating in a witch hunt, demon hunt, or something similar, you triumphantly waved the pruning shears in your hand with a sinister smile.

“Pray now, my dear enemies, because I’ll have no mercy.”

It might seem like you took your job as a gardener too lightly, but in reality, it was quite the opposite.

Luck seemed to smile on you since you were just a little girl, granting you an innate ability for plants. Luck? Oh yes, of course.

In a place like that, in that village lost between mountains, which didn’t know the world and which the world didn’t know, to have a skill beyond knowing how to sew or farm was to consider yourself lucky.

Your friends grew up with you, but none of them were left. Some married, others were sent to the castle to serve Lady Dimitrescu. Others, unfortunately, could not bear the thought of spending the rest of their days praying to Mother Miranda and the Black Gods.

In your youth, you had considered all of those possibilities. Serve, marry or surrender. There were few options and you didn't like any of them. You were never exactly the most faithful of the villagers, nor the most interested in men. You also didn't think giving up was something to be proud of.

No, you hadn't spent your entire life surviving hunger and the Lords of that place only to be dinner for a filthy lycan. Your life was worth much more than that, and that's how you wanted to be seen.

At first it might seem that knowing how to tame a wild garden could only lead you to be part of the castle's army of maidens, but you soon discovered that this curious skill opened different doors for you, the doors of the Beneviento Estate.

A monstrously large woman, a deformed fish man and a crazy man with a factory. Each and every one of the Lords was the reincarnation of any nightmare. All but one.

Unlike her siblings, Donna Beneviento was not huge, she didn’t live in a disgusting swamp and she didn’t experiment on corpses (you thought she didn’t, of course)

She was a lonely and sick woman, according to the villagers. No one who had the audacity to enter the forest and reach her territory had been lucky enough to tell it. You knew that there was no reason to think she wasn't as dangerous as they said, but she didn't seem as terrible as you had heard, especially after knowing her.

Yes, she could be a strange woman, not specially talkative, disturbed and embarrassed by her appearance. But, the danger word didn't appear in your mind when you offered to tend her garden.

Well, okay, maybe you had forgotten to remember that you were the cheekiest girl in the entire village and that an army of Lycans or nightmares wasn't enough to wipe the sardonic smile off your face.

If Donna hired you because of your ability to not fear the fear itself, or on the contrary (and as you later found out) because the garden of that mansion was a complete disaster was not important to you.

The point is you had been working for the Lord for almost a year, and for just over six months you had been totally addicted to her. Yes, you could not see her face, it was strange to hear her talk, but, without knowing how, she began to form a kind of dense cloud between you. A cloud of sexual tension you already took for granted since the first time you heard a shy laugh behind that black veil.

Did you always have to look for the most complicated woman? You couldn't live any other way.

Comments, mockery, hints that weren't so... After so much time behaving that way with the lady in black, you thought you should already be at the bottom of that beautiful waterfall but... No, you were still alive and that shy laugh was more and more frequent.

Were you playing with the most dangerous woman in the village? Of course you were, and you wouldn't stop until that tension dissipated, or until you died trying to get to know Donna Beneviento better, just a bit better. Well, quite a bit, well, until your smile could make her realize your addiction to her presence.

But even if you considered that little game of cat and mouse one of your favorite hobbies, you never neglected your work. That didn't mean that your drama queen skills didn't brighten up the boring task of making that garden stop looking like a jungle.

“Ugh, the sun has taken that warming thing seriously,” you sighed, running a hand over your sweaty forehead, looking at the unusual clear sky of that morning. “But that's not going to stop me,” you said amused, squinting at a corner full of weeds, to which you had already sworn revenge.

Taking off your shirt, leaving you only in a thin tank top, you continued with your work, even though the heat was getting more and more intense.

“A few rays of sun are not enough to stop me,” you growled, bending down to pull a tuft of damaged grass that was resisting your pulls. “You won't be able to beat me, you will never beat (Y/N), the Superhuman and Invincible Plant Warrior... Come on...”

With a strong tug, that rebellious little plant gave way to your hands, but you fell backwards to the ground with a thud.

When you caught your breath, you opened your eyes. The sun was very bright, but it was partially eclipsed by a black figure looking down at you, Donna.

“Superhuman and Invincible Plant Warrior?” the lady murmured, with a low but amused tone, or so you imagined.

“You can call me Plant Warrior, for short,” you said amused, standing up and dusting off your scant clothing. The lady laughed, causing your corners to rise again.

Was Donna really a hobby for you? Was she something else? How did you really feel about her? Too many questions.

“Do you want something, Donna?” you asked elegantly, but with that darkness shadowing your kind smile. “Or did you just want to see me?”

The lady shifted in her place, not responding to the hint that had become routine for a long time. The woman simply shook her head, confused, as she played with her hands in front of her body.

“Today is a hot day,” she commented with that hoarse, soft tone, damaged by lack of use, at least with anyone that wasn’t you.

You nodded, taking off your gloves and moving your tank top to give you some air.

“Yes, I think that if you varnish me a with gravy, in two hours I will be completely done,” you joked, now yes, earning another one of her shy laughs, one of those that you didn't want to stop hearing. “(Y/N) baked… Or better, (Y/N) in her sauce. What do you say?”

“I'm sure you're delicious,” she said, with a dark voice, making your smile grow even more.

“You think so?” you asked, getting a little closer to the woman in black, who made a move to back away, but she ended up staying in her place, as if regretting having made that comment.

“Um, yeah, um, I…” she stammered, clearing her throat and averting her gaze from yours, or so you thought. That damn black veil… “I think you've done enough for today, (Y/N). You are free to leave if you want.”

“Oh, well, I still have that dark corner over there,” you said, scratching the back of your neck, disappointed because that tension didn't seem to want to end, as well as Donna's shyness, which was surely preventing her from disappearing.

“It doesn't matter,” she whispered, shaking her head. “You're going to get sunstroke if you spend another hour out here.”

“I... Okay, okay, you're in charge,” you said with a sigh, with a more serious, sad look that you hoped she would understand. You were deluded, Donna could never understand the complexity of human emotions, but you couldn't blame her for that.

“Wait, (Y/N),” the lady said, running to your side when you grabbed your jacket, ready to return to your lonely cabin, to your life far away from Donna.

You enjoyed that abruptness for a moment and turned around in an elegant manner.

“I, um... Hey, I made some lemonade and... I thought you might like it... You know, it's, it's hot,” the lady stuttered as you walked back to meet her, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, sure,” you said, maybe too quickly.

The lady in black nodded elegantly and turned around, entering the house and timidly gesturing for you to follow her.

The sound of the clock was the only thing that could be heard in the old living room. Sitting at the table, you looked at each other in complete silence while your body refreshed itself with that delicious lemonade. It could be one of those situations that you imagined at night, but you knew it wasn't.

Despite being right where you wanted, next to whom you wanted, shyness appeared in your thoughts, quickly devastated by the impudence with which you lived your life.

“Well...” you whispered, playing with the ice in your glass.

“Well,” she repeated, in an almost inaudible tone, thus showing she was also nervous, like always when she was close enough to your mischievous smile.

There were no more words. The clock's hand was once again the dominant sound of that gloomy mansion. Luckily, the fact you had entered that place for the first time gave you the opportunity to spend time looking at each of those details. It was a huge house, really big, too big for just one woman and her sinister puppet who, mysteriously, showed no signs of life.

“So... Plant Warrior,” Donna murmured, moving the black cloth from her face to take a sip from her glass. You smiled, pouring more liquid into yours.

“Superhuman Warrior,” you corrected, tipping the jug into the lady's glass.

She shook her head and your ears were blessed again with the sweet sound of her low-key laugh.

“Have you ever taken something seriously?” she asked, with an informal tone, but retaining the elegance that was expected from her position as a Lord, something that… Well, it made the sinful sensations that ran through your body only increase.

“Hey, I take it seriously,” you protested, amused, frowning and crossing your arms.

You didn't know why, but that posture made the lady move nervously. You had forgotten that you were only wearing a tank top. Just to think that your shamelessly exposed body was making Donna nervous made the thoughts stop being lustful and become even more lustful. Stop, (Y/N)

“What exactly do you take seriously?” she asked, tilting her head to emphasize she was looking directly at you.

“To work for you,” you answered, hiding your sinister smile behind the glass of lemonade, which was beginning to drip onto your skin.

Is that why the lady shifted again in her chair with a strange sigh? You wanted to think so.

“Superhuman Warrior?” she asked with a soft tone, implying that there was a smile forming on her mysterious face, a smile that you were dying to see.

“Oh, come on, I just did a little imagination exercise. In this boring village you have to find a way so the shadows don't kill you,” you explained, realizing your mistake immediately. “Um, well, not boring, because thanks to the blessing of the Black Gods and Mother Miranda…”

“Boring, huh?” Donna said, crossing her arms, annoyed by your careless words.

“No, no, no...” you said, moving your hands to emphasize your correction. Too late. “Not boring because… Well, because… It's, it's fun to know when you're going to die torn apart by a lycan and of course, Miranda's masses are very, very funny,” you joked.

“Of course, I'm sure you have a lot of fun,” Donna said, with a slightly darker tone and a superb posture, very attentive to your reaction.

Making a strangely embarrassed face, you scratched your head, searching in the deeps of your mind for some witty response.

“Of course, I'm laughing my ass off,” you said with your eyebrows raised, trying to maintain a calm tone, not being sure if this unusual conversation would serve to understand or study the limits of her patience or simply to put an end to them.

“It's funny,” Donna murmured, nodding, relaxing her posture. You looked at her confused. “I don't remember having seen you in the last… 10 masses.”

“No? Oh, of course, with that thing on your face it's sure hard to see anything,” you joked, closing your eyes because your way of being had overcome the circumstances.

Donna snorted, going completely silent for a moment, frozen in time.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, changing amusement for concern. She nodded slowly, resuming her movements.

“I'm sure I haven't seen you, (Y/N),” she whispered, her voice breaking, probably because of your unfortunate comment. “I would remember.”

You faked a smile when you saw that at least that time, you had emerged unscathed from your impudence.

“Yes, yes, the girl who snores in the last row, that's me,” you joked again, drawing another shy laugh from her lips from the lady in black, who shook her head again.

“You have no remedy,” the lady whispered, with an amused tone, which was distorted when your hand ran over the skin just above your neckline, shiny with sweat.

Noticing her incipient nervousness, you did it more slowly, leaning over the table to give her a better view of what seemed to distract her that much.

“Check it next time,” you whispered in a honeyed tone, savoring the words and the slight tremor that shook her glass as she looked away from it.

“Do you want me to prove that you are a liar?” she asked, regaining her composure at the indiscreet vision of your soaked body, of your… too noticeable feminine attributes.

“Non si può mai sapere,” you sighed, happy for having found the perfect situation to say that phrase that you had been rehearsing for days.

Donna laughed, moving her body subtly, crossing her arms.

“Nice try,” she whispered with a dangerous, somewhat dark tone. As always, it was impossible for you to know if a smile adorned her face or rather your horrible pronunciation had offended her. You hoped it was a beautiful smile.

“I'm doing my best,” you said, taking another sip of lemonade while raising and lowering your eyebrows mockingly.

“I'm not going to raise your salary because you learn Italian, (Y/N),” she said, imitating your gesture with an overwhelming calm, like everything she did.

“Come on, I've been learning for months,” you joked with a smile that looked like a pout. “I already know how to say hello and goodbye.”

“It's the same word.”

“Yes, but… What a word...” you said, shaking your head, putting on an intellectual face, something you didn't know how to do at all.

Again, her soft, velvety laugh reached your ears like the best of balms.

Silence fell on you like a heavy weight, one that forced you to lower your shoulders and your gaze.

“I would like to know something else about you,” Donna murmured, with a sigh inaudible to ordinary mortals, but not to you, who looked up surprised by that phrase that came from nowhere.

“Oh, um...” you murmured, a bit confused.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” she asked suddenly, probably seeing your doubtful and surprised attitude.

“No, no, no, not at all, it's just that...” you said, with a fake smile, controlling the nerves that were beginning to rise through your heated body. “Well, I'm not used to you being interested in me.”

“Do you think I'm interested in you?” the lady asked, with a superb posture again. You frowned, but kept that smile. Again, she had gotten nervous.

“You just said you wanted to know things about me. That's being interested,” you joked with a dark voice, leaning discreetly again. “Or maybe… You are interested in other things about me…”

“Yes, I mean, no,” Donna stammered, uncomfortable with the indiscreet exposure of your sweaty body to her gaze. “Why are you that way?”

“What way?” you asked, feigning disorientation. “I was born with this body.”

"No, no," Donna interrupted, defensively putting her hands in front of her torso. “Why are you so...?”

“So…?”

“Uhg, so… You,” she finally said, shaking her head, her chest rising and falling due to her heavy breathing. Maybe you were pulling the rope too tight, maybe not.

You shrugged, with an expression of not knowing what she meant. Playing with fire, that was the greatest of your hobbies.

“Are you nervous, my lady?” you said with a sensual tone, with a look that could easily melt the ice in your glasses.

“Don't call me...” Donna protested, gently hitting the table with her fists. “… My lady. You know I hate it.”

“Um...” you murmured, pretending to look away as you moved your top to give some air to your heated body, a sight that Donna didn't want to miss, but from which she immediately looked away, embarrassed and shifting nervously in the chair. “Do you know what I hate?”

“No,” the lady in black responded, with a dry, abrupt tone, thus revealing her obvious discomfort.

“The beautiful women who cover their face,” you murmured, with that slight hope that her nervousness and your impudence would have an effect on the lady.

Donna growled, looking away for a moment. She seemed thoughtful and the room fell silent again under your watchful gaze.

“Yes, I meant you,” you commented amused, leaning back in the chair, rocking it carelessly. Donna shook her head, crossing her arms again.

“You are unbearable,” the lady whispered, bringing her trembling hands to her veil. You widened your eyes, not believing your stupid words had any effect. Maybe she felt something similar to what you felt, even if you still weren't sure exactly what it was.

Slowly, that horrible black veil disappeared from your vision, revealing a beauty far superior to what you imagined. Perfect features, a face destroyed by a horrible scar that you barely paid attention to. Donna was so much more than you expected.

Your smile reached your lips and your eyes reflected the visual pleasure of her hidden beauty, an unimaginable one, which made you seriously think about whether it was really lustful addiction, or love.

“Just what I thought,” you murmured, feigning disinterest.

“What?” she asked, making an attempt to cover herself again, something you prevented by reaching out your hand and gently grabbing her wrist.

“You're beautiful, Donna,” you whispered, keeping your gaze on that bright eye, full of insecurities and fear of your reaction.

“Don't you get tired of lying?” she asked with a brusque tone, breaking free from your grip and leaving the cloth on the table, with a look of panic that predicted an imminent nervous breakdown.

No, that wasn't going to happen while you were there.

“Show me that I'm not lying, come on... Smile,” you asked with a pleading look. Your fun attitude towards life was like a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. You weren't safe, but at the same time you were.

Her reaction was immediate and the light of her smile reached your gaze.

“You see? What a beautiful smile you have...” you sighed, holding her hand again at her nervous look, at that smile that was twisted by your caresses on her skin.

After a few moments in which the tension was already overwhelming, she released herself from your grip, from your soft fingers, standing up from the chair.

“I think, I think I have stolen you too much time, (Y/N),” Donna murmured, looking at the floor, avoiding at all costs looking at your face, or your body. “You should go home.”

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding a bit disappointed, tilting your head toward the window, where the sun was shining tirelessly. “If I don't get roasted along the way...”

“Wait,” the lady interrupted, grabbing your wrist just as you grabbed your stuff. “Ma, maybe you want to take… A shower, you know, to cool off. I wouldn't want you to get sick.”

“Oh, it’s a good idea,” you said satisfied, pretending to think of an answer you already had.

Again, silence. You looked at the lady expectantly, and she discreetly looked at the corners of your body. Poor thing, she had perhaps forgotten she was no longer wearing the veil and you could see where her eye was going.

“Ahem,” you said, stamping your feet impatiently, startling Donna, who shook her head as if she were coming out of a fantasy.

A fantasy about you? Hopefully…

“Oh… What?” she stammered, confused.

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Tell me where the bathroom is. Or do you prefer to wash me by yourself?” you hissed with a purr, leaning into her ear. She laughed, gasping displeasure at your flippant comment.

“Come,” she said simply, turning around elegantly and leading you towards the stairs.

You walked slowly, taking a curious look at the portrait that adorned the wall. What a horrible picture. Donna was beautiful in person, just the way she was.

“Towels,” she pointed out once in the bathroom, handing you said objects abruptly. You nodded passively. “And, well, I suppose you know how a shower works.”

“No, normally I wait for it to rain to wash me,” you said sarcastically, leaving the towels in the sink and winking at her. She laughed nervously, looking away from you.

“You never take anything seriously...” Donna whispered, shaking her head.

You blinked mockingly and reached for your top, which fell off you with a gasp of relief. Donna gasped in surprise.

“What are you doing? Can't you wait for me to leave?” she asked offended, looking anywhere except your now exposed torso.

“Do you want to leave?” you asked, walking slowly towards her, running a hand over the exposed skin of your chest. “I think you are comfortable here.”

She shook her head, unable to stop her gaze from going straight to your glistening breasts, sighing nervously.

“(Y/N), no...” the lady protested when your steps got too close, when your gaze went down her body.

“Mm, how nervous you got, huh?” you purred, leaving subtlety aside, taking her trembling hand to run over your bare skin, something that, fortunately, she didn’t prevent, breathing with increasing difficulty.

“You make me nervous, (Y/N),” she murmured, closing her eye due to the closeness of your lips to hers.

You brushed against them, caressed them without kissing them, making Donna squirm in frustration. Your eyes opened to study her trembling, the closeness of her body to yours. A smile spread across your face as you saw a deformity at the bottom of her dress, a small bulge that betrayed her arousal.

“Well, well, well... You still keep a secret, huh?” you whispered, biting her ear to distract her from the caresses that went down her waist until you touched her erection with the palm of your hand, caressing it through the fabric “A big one…”

“Stop, I...” she protested, moving away from your libidinous touch, one that made her breathing even more complicated.

“You're sweating, Donna,” you murmured, not accepting her nervousness, her embarrassment. “Maybe you should take a shower too.”

She shook her head, covering the bulge of her dress with her hands, trying unsuccessfully to escape your gaze.

“I, I, I, I'll wait for you outside,” she said, turning to hide her blush, her excitement, all those things that you didn't think she could feel with you. You resist, shrugging your shoulders.

“As you wish, but there's room here for both of us,” you hummed, taking off your underwear, letting it fall to the floor as a challenge. Donna turned slightly to admire the sight in front of her and ran out of the room.

“Next time I won't make it so easy for you,” you hissed to yourself, turning on the faucet and feeling relief from the cool water that fell on your body.

As if you hadn't been about to do something so dangerous with a dangerous woman, you washed yourself calmly, humming songs you heard one day. At least until the bathroom door swung open and you frowned.

“Cazzo, (Y/N)...” Donna gasped, getting rid of her shoes erratically while her hands undid the buttons on her dress.

“Have you forgotten something, my lady?” you asked amused, continuing to rub your body to tease her even more. Donna growled, quickly undressing and entering the shower next to you, pushing you against the wall.

“Shut up,” she ordered you nervously, just before grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you wildly, unexpectedly. You smiled, trying to tame those anxious, erratic kisses, trying to grab her waist, rubbing yourself against her body under the cool water of the shower.

Everything happened so fast that you didn't even stop to think about your victory, the one that you matured for months, that you worked on in subtle and not so subtle ways until the brunette's defenses collapsed at the sight of your body damaged by the heat.

The kisses were tireless, the kisses traveled to every possible corner. There was nothing but you and Donna in that small shower, nothing but a simmering burning desire, one that tasted better than the most delicious of delicacies.

The caresses, although they were naughty, were also dedicated to exploring every part of Donna's body, a body always hidden by a black as dark as the night, like a veil that extended beyond the one that covered the beauty of her smile.

The gasps were camouflaged with the sound of the water rushing against the floor, the humidity of the cold water joined with your saliva mixed in those burning kisses, in the sighs, in the gasps, in the moans that came when her hips brushed yours, impatiently.

“Turn around and lean,” the doll maker ordered you, with a firm voice that showed the authority of a village Lord.

Had you been playing with her so much that she had lost her usual elegance and delicacy? It didn't surprise you, nor did you care, you just wanted to have her, her to have you. At that moment you just wanted to be for her, you just wanted to exist for her.

With a mischievous laugh and a defiant look, you obeyed, leaning over the tiles. It didn't take long for Donna to move, standing behind you, hugging your body, your breasts, rubbing, feeling, squeezing every part she could touch, every inch that now belonged to her.

“Please, my lady...” you said, biting your lip, bringing her hips closer to yours, rubbing her erect shaft, eager to explore your wetness.

“Don't call me...” she growled, giving you an unexpected hair pull as she discreetly fulfilled your wishes, entering you with a gentle movement, letting your body adapt to her size. “… My lady.”

“As you wish, my lady,” you teased, moaning at the feeling of her shaft running through your wetness, sliding between your walls without any difficulty. Donna laughed in annoyance, moving abruptly, probably as punishment for your audacity.

“You don't learn, do you?” she said, when your walls stretched enough to allow a constant rhythm, a wave of pleasure that your body accepted willingly, compensating you for all those nights when you imagined something like this.

You shook your head as you moaned at those perfectly calculated movements, at the feeling of her nails digging into your hips while hers moved rhythmically, stopping just when you needed it most.

Donna also stopped talking, replacing the words, the soft reprimands with tremendously sensual moans, discreet but eager, almost as much as her erection inside your body, wanting to touch every inch of your depths, wanting to mix with your overflowing moisture.

It was frenetic, terribly erotic and sensual. Nothing like what you had experienced before. You couldn't tell if those new sensations were purely due to sex.

Maybe in your life you were never so lucky to make love with someone for that very reason, for love. Yes, it was time to recognize the evidence. You were crazy about Donna. The question was: was she crazy about you? Her body said she was.

“Donna...” you said, with the sound of the water camouflaging your voice, not enough for the brunette to lower the intensity of her thrusts and moans, stopping digging her nails into your skin to gently caress your back, making that those little cramps you were beginning to feel to became more and more intense.

A moan was her response, while her hips resumed their movements so as not to lose the pleasant sensation of being inside of you, of sliding over your body as if it were hers. Certainly, it already was.

“(Y/N)... Sto per venire…” she whispered, changing that constant rhythm for a more erratic, more intense one, which made you close your eyes and let her hands hold your body while you let yourself be carried away by the sensations that, for you, were already enough for you to release.

“Fuck, yes!” you moaned when your orgasm finally made its way through your body, making your walls dance around her, thus causing her own release, which made a humid, burning heat contrast poetically with the cold water.

The water now only muffled your nervous breathing. Your body relaxed as Donna pulled out of you, making that obscene heat run down your leg, joining the water that ended its way into the drain.

Slowly, you turned around, kissing the brunette without giving her a second to breathe, hanging on to her body, caressing her cheeks, her waist, everything you could and your body allowed after the ecstasy.

“(Y/N)... I know I can be a… Killjoy… But, but… I'm in love with you,” she told you, moving away from your tireless kisses for a moment.

“I think that's pretty obvious,” you joked, making the lady shake her head, with a tired sigh.

“No, it is not. I'm not a woman who just wants to... Have a good time,” she explained, turning off the shower so you could hear her voice clearly.

“Well, we had a good time,” you continued joking, hanging on to her neck.

Donna rolled her eye with a tired sigh.

“If you don't feel the same, I want you to tell me,” she said with a more serious tone, cupping your face in her hands, implying that this was not the time to joke. It never was.

“Donna, I'm crazy about you.”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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tonowarii · 2 years

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can i request a tsu'tey x dreamwalker!reader where he just indulge them in their rambles about earth?? reader is just talking about the most random things like cats and he's just there sitting next to her, listening. could be fem or gn reader, up to u!

(im a sucker for tsu'tey lmao)

and you shall receive!! ❤️ i'm sorry this took too long omg

tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan x gn! dreamwalker! reader

Tsu'tey would rather feed himself to a thanator than to admit that one of his most awaited (and favorite) past times is where he's sat beside you, hearing you ramble on about anything and everything about your home town, which was earth. A planet away.

Now, his eyes carefully watched you as you made all these gestures from your hands as every expression you made enchanced your story.

Then something sparked in your head as you pointed a finger.

"Now, I don't know if this is a coincidence but have you noticed that we- or the na'vi look like cats!" You turned to Tsu'tey.

Tsu'tey's brows furrowed. What in Eywa was a "cat" and why does it look like them?

"What is a cat?" Tsu'tey asked, hoping that it further indulged you in your rambling.

You gasp out loud like what he said was something blasphemous. It had him confused.

"Okay, cats! Where do I start?" You think for a moment before you used your hands to show him an approximate size of cats back on earth. "They're this small... Wait is this correct... That reminds me I haven't seen a cat in a long time.." You battled with yourself as Tsu'tey chuckled.

Knowing someone was listening to you, you went back on explaining. "They're this small, at least I think so," You think again. "And they have ears like us." You said, pointing at his ears. "They have noses like us too." Then pointing at his nose.

"And don't forget about the tails, they have that too." You say, motioning to Tsu'tey's tail who was curled next to yours as you sat beside each other.

Tsu'tey nods, following your words.

"But they can be quite mean sometimes... And annoying, but we, humans, love them nonetheless." You added.

"Ah, can they.. Speak?" Tsu'tey asked.

"No, not really they just.. Meow." You answered.

Tsu'tey chuckled at the sound you made. Truly this 'cat' sounds something he'd like to see up close due to your impressive storytelling.

"Then why do you find them annoying?" He continued to ask more questions, getting to hear your voice being filled with wonder as you reminisced truly had an effect on him.

There was indeed no one like you.

"As far as I can remember, they tend to whine at me begging for more food when I just fed them!" You laugh. "I had a cat once and gods," You sighed.

"He always knocks things off of my table back in my house."

Tsu'tey seems amused. "Like- he would just look at me and let's say there was a pen on the table, he'd look at me-" You say, looking at Tsu'tey to demonstrate how he'd look.

"And he's using his little paw and his audacity to flick it off the table!"

Even though Tsu'tey couldn't understand parts of your sentence he truly felt that it annoyed you, but your smile said otherwise.

"Am I... like cat?" Tsu'tey asked.

Your eyes widened and you laughed. "I mean, yes.. Well yea actually now that I think about it-"

"You find me annoying?" He tilts his head, smirk now forming his mouth.

You quickly shake your head. "No! No! You are far from annoying." You defensively state.

"But you are like a cat." You smile up at him.

"How so?"

You laugh as you think of the reasons, holding a finger up for each one.

"One, you like to climb, don't you? Second, you have this habit of staring at people like you're judging them-"

"I do not do that-"

"Yes you do. Third, you like to be clingy when no one's around and when you're faced with other people you're suddenly this big intimidating creature." You laugh as Tsu'tey scrunches his face.

"I do not like this anymore."

You laugh further, leaning onto him as his arm suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

"See, you are a cat, Tsu'tey, ma yawne."

He shakes his head with a small smile on his face.

"Oh! And fourth, you purr." You giggle, nuzzling yourself on his chest, indeed hearing a faint purring from him as you lay close.

Tsu'tey shakes his head, rubbing your arm as you thought about another topic you could talk his ear off of.

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isa-ghost · 4 months

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In honor of phil confirming that (most) rp phils are the same, maybe some headcanons about q!phil with some of the ex-dsmp members? Or veterans/smpearth?

For the sake of keeping tons of opportunity for more Phil/DSMP member headcanons in the future, I'll focus one duo! And it'd be a fucking crime if I didn't start with Emduo >:)

I WILL say here for anyone thinking of sending more Phil/DSMP requests: I will not be doing Dream Team or Wilbur & Phil. Even though the latter had a huge impact on cPhil.

These might be more general Emduo than DSMP Era specific but hey, that leaves room for more requests too. :D

Dear god these are reminding me I should rewatch Phil's DSMP vods, I'm so rusty on this shit. Apologies in advance if suddenly I get insane about cPhil in the future LMAO.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

First off, I personally don't ship them romantically. I'm not even sure about shipping them as a QPR, that's a maybe. But I do know they were ride or die brothers in arms. The unstoppable force to the other's immovable object. A duo that's down in history in every realm Phil's been in so far.

Even so, just bc he had no feelings of that kind for Techno specifically, spending so much time with him as just the two of them still contributed to him going "Hm. Yknow what, I think I could see myself having a male life partner maybe." So thanks Techno for still playing SOME part in Phil's journey into being fruity.

Techno was one of the first immortals Phil ever encountered, at least the first one he befriended and stayed around long term. It.. was a breath of fresh air to say the least. To know he had eternity with Techno if all things went well, to never have to fear being alone again, knowing there'd always be a when I see you again.

But Techno was immortal, not invulnerable. Same as Phil. Phil was shattered when he lost him. It's by far the worst instance of being reminded he's permanently fated to lose any and all attachments he makes.

Techno found endless entertainment in Phil basically playing Get Off My Lawn with every other member ever whenever they'd come bother the two in their tundra home. He'd purposely go without additional measures to keep people out and away just because he loved watching Phil deal with it or hearing him rant about how many times he had to while Techno was asleep or away.

Phil personally did NOT like some of the "allyships" Techno chose to make, but he was still ride or die with him, so he tolerated them and helped him. And he trusts Techno. He knows in the end, Techno saw some kind of benefit for them. Or the two of them mutually agreed that the destruction entailed in the task was worth it.

Though that changed throughout their time in DSMP. Repeatedly being used and weaponized or crawled to out of desperation rather than genuine desire. It made Phil HATE people for a while, especially mortals. It's why QSMP has him so fucked up present day. For an entire year he was wanted by people, for him. He encouraged Techno to go as ballistic as he did. Even if it was a means to someone else's ends, if they were brutal then at least it demonstrated that the two of them were NOT to be fucked with or taken for granted.

The fucking house arrest and "festival." GOD. That was the first time in a long time Emduo had endured some kind of trauma together. It kicked Phil while he was already down. The fact that none of them cared how he felt or thought in the wake of putting his son out of his misery, now they were giving him a front row seat to the execution of the only person close to him he had left in this realm. Techno felt like the only tangible thing he had left, and they had the audacity to force him to watch them attempt to rip that thing away as if he hadn't lost enough or didn't care that he did. The attempt made Phil EXTREMELY protective of Techno, even though Techno was extremely able to handle himself.

The Syndicate was Emduo's attempt at a found family of their own. What L'Manberg had going was solid minus the government part, it wasn't the community that was the problem. As two immortals who didn't have much besides each other, it was nice to take in a couple people who'd been wronged or forsaken just like them and give them a place to belong and hopefully find some peace. Besides, Phil LOVED being a mentor for them, showing them how to fight & such. Training them alongside Techno,, 🤩 That was his happy place, teaching others to be as strong as them.

Phil's always been more of a Support role guy. He's said it himself plenty of times. That went for Techno especially. He let Techno call the shots, and he'd be at his side no matter what. There's something to be said about how in the same way Etoiles said "I am your arms, just tell me who needs to die," Phil was very much the same way for Techno.

God, honestly, aside from the whole being used repeatedly thing, DSMP gave Phil so much nostalgia for SMPE. Him and Techno vs everything else. He'd missed wearing those antarctic outfits.

When he arrived in DSMP, he didn't expect Techno to be there. He was ELATED, even though he was nowhere near in the emotional state to show it.

I am OBLIGATED to mention the oopsie with the creeper in Techno's cabin. Phil was so bad at playing dumb about it and pretending it never happened. Techno would've never let him live it down.

Phil often falls into mentor roles whenever he's among people. He did no differently in DSMP. But not for Techno. He always appreciated how Techno didn't need him, he wanted him. Now that he's gone, Phil really hopes he finds that kind of companionship again. It's not quite the same as what he has with Kristin or Rose.

After Techno left DSMP, Phil grew even more protective of the tundra. He viciously forbid anyone outside of the Syndicate from coming around unless they had a damn good reason. He'd sooner throw his friendship emerald in lava than let something happen to the cabins while Techno was gone, no matter how long that might've been.

#philza #c!philza #dsmp #dsmp philza #dsmp techno #dsmp technoblade #c!techno #c!technoblade #emerald duo #emduo #c!emduo #dsmp emerald duo #dsmp emduo #technoblade #qphil headcanons

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Hellooooooo! I would like to request, how do you think hunting dogs would be when they play Minecraft with their s/o🤭

I have so many asks in my inbox so I'm now getting to them. Also, minecraft time babyyyyyyyyyyy

Headcanons: playing minecraft with the hunting dogs

Jouno

He can't really play along with you since it's point-and-click, so sometimes he'll partake in listening in on your Minecraft sessions that you play with everyone else

He gives unnecessary advice and will insist on killing any mob you spot. Even the sheep :(

Jouno also named all of your dogs. He was heartbroken when Teruko killed one on accident and demanded retribution

You give him a play-by-play of the shenanigans that go on in the community server. He tries to get you to kill Tecchou and if you're playing during work hours he'll mess with Tecchou or Tachihara occasionally.

You built a house for the two of you in game. There's a homemade torture chamber inside just so he can enjoy the sounds of pistons and villagers being pushed into lava.

It's constantly being repaired due to Teruko's griefing

For the most part he does his own thing and adds commentary. Does cuddle with you when it's a more chill game.

Tecchou

You are the classic "builder vs. Miner" couple

He collects flowers for the two of you and gets distracted a lot

Insists on building iron golems for villages and fighting pillagers

You will get distracted EASILY with this guy

He won't play easy mode with him he has to do it hard mode. He needs the challenge

Tames every dog he sees and is sad when he loses one

Treats them like they're your kids

Your house is overrun with them. Stop him please.

They're all named after foods.

His builds aren't aesthetic, definitely a dirt hut kind of man. He'll mine diamonds for you though

If you're a miner then good luck

You'll have a beautiful dirt hut. Or a pretty cave ♡

Probably beat the game in like 3 minutes and is now just fucking around

Has no idea how potions and enchantment work tho. You need to build that shit for him, since he probably has more levels than you and can enchant all your stuff.

Dude is just gonna use some random iron sword he found in a villager's chest anyway. He cares about providing for you more than himself.

Rip to whoever he robs. Probably local villages. He lives like he's homeless. Probably is.

Most likely he would just live in an old desert temple or village if it weren't for you

Also insists on riding a horse everywhere. Doesn't matter if there's a faster method. He wants to be a cowboy ○]:)

Loves the Minecraft farmer life

The one building he does have is a stable. His horses deserve the best life. He doesn't even have a bed most of the time.

Will gift you all of his goods tho. Anything you want? He'll get it. Only the best. Man will go to the ends of the blocked earth to get you a mushroom cow if you want. He's that guy.

Tachihara

Redstone god

Literally will automate the whole game

Find him a dungeon and BAM automated

Don't try and test him, he's just good

But he's hopeless in the beginning, he runs away screaming and crying from creepers

Protect him

After you beat the game and go to the ender he is PROVIDING

THIS MAN KNOWS HIS SHIT

Literally, don't let him go mining he will die 30 different ways

If you do at least protect him. Seriously.

He will most likely die from a creeper. they are his mortal enemy. Creepers? Awwwwwww man.

But do let him build. He's just a natural genius

Probably builds like the notre dame in a day

you guys have the cutest house. builds you whatever you want, wherever you want.

Puts your beds next to each other and is like :3

Cries over creepers tho. They destroy his builds all the time. He loves his Minecraft cats and names them after his friends ♡

Has a dog named after you. He's sentimental like that

He built half of the buildings everyone uses. Is at war with everyone else since they keep letting mobs destroy them

HE DOES NOT SLEEP IN THE GAME

And then has the audacity to cry about phantoms attacking him even when he has OP armor.

When he's building you need to be there other wise he'll 100% die from fall damage probs. He just always does.

Getting materials with him is great, you find the best spots for your Minecraft dates

Teruko

She's the worst

Literally has nothing

She will just keep getting flint and steel and burning shit

or finding TNT and blowing up random shit

With nothing she will keep fighting whatever she can

Lives off of raw meat and villager farms

Please keep her alive

If it's a community server she is a serial griefer

Seriously someone stop her

She relies on everyone's leftover stuff from their mining trips

Will follow you when you go down and demand a 50/50 split

Does protect you from mobs tho

Best person to take to the nether for some reason. She's just immune to fall damage and lava.

Will always luck out and find exactly what you're looking for.

She will never destroy Tachiharas Redstone farms. But will destroy his house. They are at war rn

She declared war on everyone and took over several villages. She's trying to establish a tax system

Fukuchi

Played for like 3 days

Has a house that's abandoned

Teruko lives there sometimes

Tachihara put up a poster of two guys kissing right by his house and no one has taken it down

Fukuchi doesn't even know the chaos his Minecraft home causes on the daily

There's now a giant dick-building contest right next to it and no one wants to admit a loss.

It builds morale

everyone plays when he's gone on some special meeting. It's unspoken.

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sharkboywrites · 1 year

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You could do Guzman (Pokémon) x teen! Little brother figure male Reader platónic plis (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Guzma With a Little Brother Figure

A/N: Oh my god this is my first request and also my first time writing a Pokémon fic I'm so excited, I hope this lives up what you were hoping :) (although I have to be honest I never actually finished sun and moon)

Male reader (teen), platonic

So let's get the one obvious thing out of the way, which is that Guzma is really bad at emotions

If he really does care about someone, he's not very affectionate, but he shows it in other ways

That new hoodie he gave you? It was cheap and thought it would suit you, don't think too much into it (do, actually)

He bought you an ice cream? It was especially hot in Alola that day, he can't have you fainting on him

it's likely that he found you just like very other kid in team skull that he indirectly adopted, but something about you was probably different to make him see you as a little brother

The most likely option is that you were less aggressive than literally every other kid on team skull

Every other kid in team skull runs head first into trouble without his permission and comes crying to him about how they lost a battle, which annoys him to no end

At least you're a little smarter to not do that

If you do end up getting into trouble, he gets mad

Not at you but whoever tried to start trouble with you. Who has the AUDACITY to try and fight his totally-not-little-brother

He'll even send out his golisopod to intimidate anyone else around and make sure no one tries to mess with you again

Listen he knows what it's like to be bullied and there is no way he's letting it happen to you

If you left your family like I'm assuming most kids in team skull did, then he'll feel sad for you

I mean he feels sad for every kid in that situation but especially for you because he's closer with you

Even though he's not the best at comforting, he'll listen to you talk about your problems and what's going on at home

You've got a sucky family? Well good news now you have over about twenty brothers and sisters who are all there for you (plus Plumeria who makes sure that you're actually being taken care of)

Are you a trans dude? Well more good news, you've got the most affirming guy behind your back (let's be real most team skull kids give off the vibe they're trans)

He'll even give you clothing tips/get you to dress like him. It may not be the best look but it works and is very gender affirming

In general if Guzma is now your older brother, now you have a whole family in team skull

If you don't wanna go home, then welcome to the shady house

It may not be the best place to live, but Guzma makes sure that you're comfortable. he makes sure that you've got food, water, a place to sleep, and a roof over your head

You've gotta be a whole other level of stupid if you think he'll just leave you to fend for yourself

Guzma might not be the best caretaker or the best person in general, but he cares about you, and he's not gonna let anything happen to his little brother

I stayed up way later than I usually do to write this just because I was so excited and I love Guzma with all my heart, ty for reading and have a nice day :)

#sharkboywrites #pokemon x reader #pokemon x male reader #male reader #platonic #platonic x reader #platonic fanfiction #guzma pokemon #guzma #guzma x reader platonic #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sun and moon #pokemon sun and moon #gn reader #trans reader #trans masc reader #masc reader #pokemon

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just-a-creep-babe · 2 years

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 2

Eyeless Jack x Reader (NSFW)

Part 1

Commissioned by @cookiereblogss tysm darling, I really appreciate the support <333

I've given it a title so therefore, I have officially made it a ✨thing✨ The outline has 6 parts rn, but I'm far from done~

AND once I finish Dirty Little Secret on my patreon, I'm thinking I'll rewrite this series but in like,, the reader's POV. So anyways, all that to say I've very much been enjoying this and I'm excited to keep it going uwu 💕💞💓

I've also been having some formatting issues on this one, for some reason?? I tried fixing it up but please lmk if there's anything off AND lmk if you enjoyed <3

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Join my Patreon if you’d like to support me <3

Masterlist: x

It comes as no surprise when he ends up in bed, hard dick in his hand, thinking of you for the god-knows-how-many-th time

Try as he might to fervently rut into his clenched fist, he knows no feeling would ever compare to you bouncing on his cock instead

The taste of you on his tongue had dissipated much too quickly, but that doesn’t stop him from desperately trying to reimagine your arousal on his lips

He grunts, his hips grinding up, cock tensing and twitching in his hold

It’s torturous

He needs you

Precum beads up at his tip, and all he can think about is the way you’d lap it up with your tongue

Friends

Every time he imagines all the ways he could fuck you senseless, the word friends interrupts his fantasy

Really, he knows what he’s doing is wrong

He shouldn’t be having such depraved thoughts about someone who doesn’t want anything to do with him beyond friendship

But he can’t help it

You drive him wild

The sounds of your pretty little moans and whimpers are stuck on repeat in his head

The way your body writhed in his touch, the way your perfectly wet cunt tightened around his tongue—everything about you gets him drunk with lust

His room feels unbearably hot

Try as he might to relieve the throbbing ache of his stiff cock, it’s no use

He can’t be satisfied without you

And he realizes, fuck, you’ve triggered a heat

The next few days are absolute hell

He’s on and off his heat

Every time it’s on the cusp of dissipating, his thoughts scramble back to you, and it starts all over again

He waits at least a week before leaving his room—just to be sure seeing you won’t jeopardize anything

And it’s only a day or two after he leaves his room that he runs into you again

It’s an early morning, with pale sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows

You’re at the table, sipping on a coffee, and a few other creeps are scattered about the dining room and kitchen

He doesn’t know whether he should be irritated or grateful that there are other people around

Probably the latter, considering he wouldn’t know how to act if it was just the two of you

But it’s hard to feel grateful when Jeff decides to take a seat right next to you

And god, does he ever hate the way that guy looks at you sometimes

He debates staying or going as he makes his coffee

Staying might aggravate him if he notices Jeff trying to pull any moves on you

But on the other hand, leaving might risk something developing between you and Jeff

The more he can interfere between you and other potential suitors, the better

He can’t let anyone else have you

So even though he’s, admittedly, being childish when he takes the other open spot next to you, he tries to play it off like it’s nothing

Like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for the past week

You don’t seem to notice, but Jack doesn’t miss the way Jeff glares at him when he sits

Try me, Jack wants to say

Jeff huffs out a breath when he realizes the hybrid won’t back off

And the sheer audacity of that guy—thinking he can just waltz up to you and have you all to himself—it unlocks something primal within Jack

“What’s wrong?”

Your voice, as angelic as ever, suddenly breaks the mounting tension in the room

Jack feels like a filthy perv when the first thing that comes to mind is all those pretty sounds you made when you came against his mouth

He just wants to fuck more of those precious sounds out of you

Deep breaths, deep breaths

“What? What do you mean what’s wrong?” Jeff answers your question with his own, trying to act dumb

And thankfully, the grating sound of his voice is enough to snap Jack out of his fantasy

“Why do you look so aggravated all of a sudden?” you ask, your tone lighthearted and joking as you sip your coffee

“Yeah, Jeff, is something wrong?”

Jack tries to keep his voice as genuine as possible when he backs you up, but he knows Jeff is fully aware of the cocky grin he’s wearing beneath his mask

And he has to suppress a snicker when the guy glowers at him

“Just… life,” Jeff haphazardly grumbles, not wanting to admit Jack’s ruined the alone time he wanted with you

A cruel joke comes to the demon’s mind

It’s dumb and immature, and he knows he shouldn’t say it, but he wants to say it

So, he does

“Oh,” he hums, “is it that problem you’ve mentioned to me before?”

Jeff’s eyes meet his, brow arching

“What problem?” he asks, taking the bait

“You know,” Jack continues, trying to act as natural as possible, “that issue you’ve been having. I told you, you might need to change your diet. More fiber would help you become more regular…”

His chest practically swells with pride when you snort out a laugh

“Oh my god, is that what it is?”

You burst out laughing even harder at the expression on Jeff’s face

“The fuck!? That’s not even true! Why would you say that—what the fuck is your problem, man?!”

He can try to say whatever he wants, but it’s no use; he knows Jack’s gotten the best of him

With an angry snort, he stands

“Whatever, I’m over this,” he growls

And just like that, he walks away, leaving you and a very self-satisfied Jack alone at the table

He finally has you all to himself

Well, minus the creeps coming in and out for coffee and breakfast

But at least none of them seem particularly interested in you

Not in the way Jeff seemed to be, anyways

“Christ, he’s so dramatic,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a smile on your lips

There are suddenly butterflies in Jack’s stomach

God, you’re so fucking cute

“Was that even true?”

You look at him when you ask the question, and he almost forgets how to breathe for a minute

He shrugs, hoping you don’t notice the effect you have on him

“If he’s constipated? I mean, I don’t know if I should say anything about it. Seems like he’s embarrassed about it…”

You shake your head with a snicker

He wants to kiss you

Fuck, he really, really wants to kiss you right now

Crash his lips into yours until he’s all you can think about

He wants to wrap your legs around him, slam your back against the table and make out with you until you’re a pretty little dazed mess beneath him

Blood rushes to his junk

He shifts in place, trying to ignore it

Friends

As unwanted as ever, he’s reminded of that fucking word again

But even despite it, he isn’t entirely sure where the two of you stand

Hell—he’s more uncertain than ever

Did you really want to forget that whole thing happened in the first place?

Go about things like normal—as if he hadn’t buried his face between your thighs?

As if you hadn’t pulled his hair and whimpered his name when you came against his lips?

He takes a sip of his coffee in a vain attempt to distract himself

But it’s hard to think straight when his dick keeps throbbing for attention

He quietly clears his throats, as if that could help anything, and he shifts in place again, subtly trying to readjust himself in his grey sweats

It’s only when his knuckles accidentally graze your bare thigh, only when he hears your quiet little gasp, that he freezes in place

The sound was barely audible, but he knows what he heard

He glances down, and he almost groans out loud when he notices what you’re wearing

It’s those same fucking shorts

He’s at a loss for what to do

The both of you are in the middle of the kitchen dining room—for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be having half the thoughts he’s having right now

But even then, he can’t bring himself to pull his hand away from your thigh

The minimal amount of skin-on-skin contact is making his head spin

He needs more

He’s never felt so insatiable

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist stroking at your leg

The motion is slow, soft, calculated, so that he can enjoy every inch of your perfect skin

Neither of you move as he gently traces over your thigh with the back of his knuckles

His chest is pounding

He can hear your heart beating, your breath hitching in your throat whenever he gets closer to the edges of your shorts

He wants you

God, does he ever want you

That pesky word keeps coming to mind again, but he forces himself to forget about it

For now—at the very least

You don’t make a move to stop him

You almost seem to welcome his touch

But that uncertainty is still there

Which is why he takes things unbearably slowly when he moves his hand between your legs to grasp at the flesh of your inner thighs

You make what sounds like a quiet whimper

And the sound goes right to his cock

As if a whole week of jerking off to you wasn’t enough

Inch by inch, his touch dances further up along your thigh

And though it’s subtle, he can’t not notice the way you part your legs just the slightest bit more for him

You’re giving him permission to touch you—right here, right now—of all places?

He breathes in, and when he gets a whiff of your scent, he decides fuck it, there’s no way he can let this opportunity slip him by

So under the cover of the table, even despite the few creeps still lingering about, he pushes past the material of your shorts to access your sex

You’re wet

You’re already turned on for him—he can feel it through your underwear

Screw anyone around to see, he wants to bend you over this table right now and fuck his cum inside you

He wants to breed you and mark you and make sure everyone knows by the sounds of your screams that you’re all fucking his

He strokes your slit up and down through your panties, and he adores the way it has you squirming in place

Fuck, you’re so cute

He wants to ruin you

But he also wants to enjoy every second of this

So he takes his sweet, sweet time running his fingers along your covered sex until he can feel you getting wetter and wetter

It isn’t long for you to thoroughly soak through your panties

And all he wants is to taste you all over again

He swallows down a growl at the thought

His body’s burning for yours

You keep squirming and quietly gasping as he teases you

And he’s so entranced by you, he nearly forgets you’re in an open room

All he can focus on is the way your body’s reacting to him

Whatever delicate threads of control he’s still grasping onto feel like they’re slipping from his hold

When you whine his name out, so cute and desperate and needy for him, it’s all the approval he needs

He pushes your underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down your slit

The way your arousal gathers on the pads of his fingers almost makes him lose it

He just wants to pull you into his lap and fuck up into you until you’re gushing around his cock

But somehow, he manages to hold himself back

He teases at your clit very, very briefly, before then slowly sinking two digits into your opening

His chest rumbles with an involuntary groan as he immediately feels you clench around him

You bite back a moan, but he can still hear the way you sigh at the feeling

You’re so wet, so perfectly tight around him

He imagines how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick

You shift in place, breathing his name out in a shaky moan, and it’s a miracle he still has the self-control to not screw your brains out yet

He’s about to suggest taking things to your room when Hoodie walks in and locks eyes with you

If Jack were any more coherent beyond his lust, he’d probably pull his hand out of your pants

But he’s beyond giving a shit at this point

The proxy pauses, almost curiously, and instead of going for the fridge or pantry, or wherever he was going to go, he makes his way towards you

Jack feels you stiffen

You clench around his fingers, your breathing uneven

He knows he should stop

But he’s not done enjoying the warmth of your tight cunt fluttering around him

And so what if Hoodie notices?

At least then, he’d know who you belong to

The demon is entirely aware he’s being selfish

But he can’t bring himself to care

He’s too far gone

So even as he watches Hoodie greet you, even as he watches you, dazed and horny and sex-drunk off his fingers, struggling to greet the proxy normally, he doesn’t pull away

Let him know

Let him know who you’re allowing to do such depraved things to you

“(Y/n), you missed our training session this morning,” Hoodie says, and a bout of anger flares up in Jack’s chest

Oh how he loathes the thought of another man getting physical with you

It makes him curl his fingers inside you to reach right up against a spot that has you cinching around him

You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip briefly before you can recover

“Y-yeah, uhm, sorry about that”

Your voice is shaky, your face visibly flushed

But you haven’t even tried to stop Jack yet

You want this as much as he does

“I, ah, I meant to let you know, but I—I forgot… to mention it”

In and out, the hybrid painstakingly slowly pumps his fingers inside your velvety walls as you try to talk normally

He flattens his palm against your clit, and your hips buck against his touch, which you quickly try to pass off as shifting in your seat

“Hm, that’s alright,” the proxy hums, then tilts his head curiously. “Is it because you weren’t feeling well? You look kind of… off”

Jack stiffens as the man reaches out to press his hand against your cheek

It’s just to check if you’re feverish, the logical part of him knows that, but the irrational part of him despises that he’s just laid a finger on you

A warning growl emanates out of his chest—low enough that it seems to slip Hoodie’s attention, but loud enough that you seem to notice it

You’re his—what’s not to fucking understand?

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… ah, j-just didn’t sleep too well—“

Something like a choked moan evades you again, and you have to pretend to cough to avoid suspicion

Jack grinds his hand against your clit, and your whole body reacts to his touch

“S’alright,” the demon hums, and he briefly wonders if Hoodie notices the unusually husky timber of his voice when he does, “she might have the flu, but I’m checking up on it. She should be fine, nothing serious”

You squirm, and he teases at your sweet spot again, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing right where you need it most

You can’t look Hoodie in the eyes as your thighs start trembling

Your hand looks unsteady as you bring the coffee to your lips, but you manage to drink it down without spilling anything

The proxy glances between you and Jack, and Jack wonders if he’s caught on yet

Either way, if he has, he doesn’t show it

“Well, alright, I hope you feel better soon. Let me know when you want to train next time”

You nod, humming to hide another whimper as Jack’s fingers don’t relent

And then finally, finally, Hoodie leaves

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Jack crams his fingers into your inviting heat in a slew of rough thrusts

You gasp, almost moaning out very loudly before you manage to cover your mouth to muffle it

It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his digits

And god, you’re breath-taking as you do so

Your back arches, body tensing as your teeth bite down hard into your lips to prevent a scream from escaping

How he wishes those were his teeth biting into you instead

And just like that first time he made you cum, he can’t seem to bring himself to stop

It’s only when you’re shaking from the overstimulation, only when you reach out to pull his hand away, that he finally relents

His fingers are dripping with your arousal

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist bringing them up to his mouth to taste you off his digits

And fuck, you taste just as good as you did the first time

You’re panting, chest heaving, a perfectly unfocused look in your eyes

He wants to pick you up, take you to the nearest bedroom and fuck you stupid

Friends, fuck-buddies, potential partners—he doesn’t know where the two of you stand

But at this point, labels don’t matter, he thinks, not really, anyways

He’s not letting anything come between the two of you

You're his

#creepypasta #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless Jack #eyeless Jack x reader smut #creepypasta x reader #crp

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melled42 · 4 months

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Forgive this soul for the wall of text I wish to invoke upon you as I want to indulge in a little analysis.

The second part to the changes comic I found to be rather notable. The look the Lamb makes upon hearing Narinder's request to see their siblings again is by far the most striking. It is perhaps some of the most life we've seen in their eyes for a long time. The resulting panel afterward of them glancing in thought at Narinder's little joke is also rather telling. I believe in that moment upon hearing his desire the Lamb got hit with a sudden and stunning revelation: For the first time in perhaps their entire life, they want to commit a selfless act. The Lamb wanted to do something solely to the benefit of Narinder and to grant his desire. Sure, by bringing the Bishops back to life the Lamb has a few more minions to command and they can flaunt their position of power over the conquered gods, but overall the Lamb has little to gain by bringing them back to life; in fact they may even become liabilities. For one, if they retain their memories they may conspire against the Lamb and sow dissent among the flock. Secondly, by resurrecting the fallen Bishops the Lamb must coexist with the very beings that sought their destruction and made their life hell. That trauma, however repressed, will most likely surface. However it's the fact that the Lamb wishes to do all of this for Narinder's sake that I believe elicited that reaction. Because deep down, I think this desire utterly terrifies the Lamb. The Lamb has been used to being in full control over their life. Even while evading capture they found ways to control the situation and turn every incident to their advantage. Heck, even as they were about to be executed they chose to die on their terms and consciously give up even though they could have perhaps found other ways to escape. Now as the leader of the Cult that Lamb has grown very used to controlling the lives of every one of their followers and friends. As the Lamb even puts it to themselves 'I've had everyone under my control for decades.' The Lamb is used to everything being in their hands at all times. By even remotely having this desire to do something for someone's else it means that the Lamb has lost some control over their life. Whether directly or not, Narinder has established some control and influence over the Lamb. His own desires now become the desires of the Lamb. The Lamb has certainly done things in the past to appease Narinder but the Lamb got something out of it everytime in return, namely to keep Narinder under the Lamb's thumb as much as possible. That's why they were vexed so badly at the audacity the Fox had to suggest that their connection was a deal instead of a law. The Lamb doesn't even want to fathom the idea that Narinder can walk away from them. But now realizing that Narinder has things that he wants that the Lamb may not want but is willing to grant them, is inherently terrifying to the Lamb because it both indicates a loss of control and a change of their character. The Lamb wants to deny every possibility that they can change if only to maintain their sense of security. What the Lamb has to decide rather quickly is what they're willing to sacrifice in order to keep what they have. They're already going to have to make a rather significant sacrifice to the Fox just to make the resurrection of the Bishops possible. Now they may have to sacrifice entire parts of themselves just to keep Narinder.

I have thousands more thoughts but I do believe that is enough rambling for now. Thank you kindly for listening and have a wonderful day.

wow i didnt know asks had such a big character limit. I'm crying here

you're on point for a lot of it, the only real thing missing is a character trauma related to things that I haven't dropped yet for the next big comic.

I'm always worried i'm either over explaining or under explaining every comic. I'm glad a lot of the things I'm putting out there are getting picked up on. thank you so much

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forbidding-souda · 25 days

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Heyoooooo! Before requesting anything, may I say that your writing is truly AWESOME!! Everything fits the character so well aaa I adore it!!! Keep up the amazing work!!!

Can you plz do some head cannons for Korekiyo, Ibuki and Kazuichi being roommates with their S/O in a small dorm? I think it'd be a cute scenario (sorry if it's a bit much :'] )

Shinguuji Korekiyo, Ibuki Mioda, and Kazuichi Souda living with their S/O in a small dorm

just bullet points for this one because i'm a litttllleee head empty. ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT IT MEANS THE WORLD!!!!!

i am highly qualified to write this. Bruh I have lived in three different dorm buildings bc I did a swap since my first roommate was homophobic LOLZ. The second dorm I lived in was a corner room so we had a lot of room compared to the others gg but the first dorm i was in was TINY as if it wasn't 1.7k a month like dude come on.

I'm an english major and a child development major btw hmu I'm so cool and awesome. Join the discord to see me post about the funny things my english professor puts on canvas LMFAO.

I added in a bit of just college stuff.

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ His desk is so full of trinkets that he can hardly use it. Probably just studies in his bed.

❤ He'll gift you some and clutter your side of the room, too.

❤ Lights candles even though they're not allowed.

❤ Incense too.

❤ But he has a good sense of personal space and he keeps to himself. Even when the two of you are dating, he understands the difference between his side of the room and your side of the room.

❤ However, you can sneak into his bed :3 he wouldn't mind.

❤ Just don't sleep on his hair plz he leaves that shit sprawled out.

❤ No bc you probably have his loose hair everyone on the carpet swear to god.

❤ Anthropology major obvi.

❤ Takes academics very seriously!!!

❤ Will just walk around in long sleeves regardless of the weather.

❤ If you're the type of person to study and not go to the dining commons then he'll eat there and then bring you a to-go box.

❤ Definitely keeps sake in his mini fridge.

❤ Isn't on the snap story.

❤ Ask before you use his stuff because he's probably gonna start tweaking if he notices something out of place.

❤ He does not like showering in those dorm showers. He'll probably go to the gym or something.

❤ Probably uses a computer bag instead of a backpack.

Kazuichi Souda

❤ Your stuff is his stuff now.

❤ Pushes your beds together. (LMFAOOO)

❤ Mechanical engineering major perhaps. Ngl I only know two of them and idk what they be learning but it sounds about right.

❤ Never does his laundry on time. He leaves it in the dryer.

❤ He doesn't clean for the RA checks either.

❤ And he definitely doesn't care about privacy when it comes to changing. He's just gonna get naked in front of you fr.

❤ He gets doordash a lot.

❤ Will wait for you after class. Or he might have the audacity to just crash one of your lectures.

❤ Walks around the dorm in his underwear.

❤ I'd like to imagine he brought a mirror in the room so he can add the braids in his hair in private awwwww.

❤ Sharpens his teeth in the other bathroom tho gg.

❤ You can spell his cologne from your bed.

❤ Keeps his textbooks on the floor near his bed but the dorm is so small you almost trip over them.

❤ Doesn't take out the trash either.

❤ Uses the campus gym all the time.

❤ If he's not in the dorm he's either at class or hanging out in the gym.

❤ If you do yoga then you can easily convince him to do yoga with you.

❤ His fits are probably firrreeee. But I imagine he wears the same shoes every day.

Ibuki Mioda

❤ Will ask to keep things on your side of the room.

❤ You will be in class and then come back to her sleeping in your bed.

❤ Ibuki plz stop dying your hair in the public sink please you're staining the sink PLEASE.

❤ Doesn't even raise her hand in class she just starts talking. Which ik is normal but she like . will just start talking.

❤ Music major? Or is that too obvious. Could be pop culture too. I'm leaning more towards pop culture.

❤ Goes on long rants about like 2300 about what she did in her classes.

❤ She talks as she studies. Is she even studying? You can't tell.

❤ Study date except it's her talking the entire time with Canvas open but not looking at anything.

❤ Probably leaves her pajamas on the floor when she changes in the morning. You can just put them back on her bed for her.

❤ Like Shinguuji, she will also just have her loose hairs everywhere.

❤ She is a bit of a pervert and is like "you can change in front of me :) it's okay :) you can change in front of me :)" (pleading).

❤ Is going to use your body wash without telling you.

❤ Probably plays her music hella loud and the RA will have to knock bc of complaints LMFAO.

❤ ^ Also rents a vaccuum at 3AM and uses it.

❤ Probably gets opps bc of this ^

❤ If she wears a school uniform in Danganronpa then I'm gonna headcanon that she wears merch of the college.

#danganronpa #kazuichi soda x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #ibuki mioda x reader #korekiyo shinguuji x reader

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avidfics · 2 years

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Shuri Wants More Time From Riri

A/N: I'm supposed to be writing about Arcane, but these two.... good lord, they're cute.

Summary: Shuri notices Riri has been avoiding her, so she makes a surprise visit and gets an explanation. (not good at warnings: fluff, maybe some angst, a tad bit of spice, cursing)

Pairing: Shuri x Riri

WC: 3.k (don't know how that happened)

“Crap, crap, crap!” Riri panicked back to the equation-covered whiteboard in her lab. Scribbles of numbers and formulas webbed across each other. Well, ‘lab’ might’ve been an over-glorification. The abandoned garage might not have been a state-of-the-art tech facility, but it was her spot and that’s all that mattered.

Usually, it was a place of joy, but not today. Today was a day of panic because her final project was due in her differential equation class. She had helped save the country of Wakanda from an underwater secret nation and her idiotic professor still wouldn’t extend the deadline.

At the thought of her time in Wakanda, she miscalculates her final equation and has to use her sleeve to wipe it all away. No, no, no, no there would be zero thought given to her time in Wakanda, especially not with a particular brilliant royalty. Once she went down that rabbit hole she’ll end up spending another two hours in fantasyland.

Not that any of this mattered! If she didn’t figure out the problem by today she’d have more than a Wakandian to be sad over.

So absorbed in the equation, it takes a few minutes to hear the repetitive knocking at the garage door.

For a second, she considers putting her headphones on and ignoring the intrusion. But something nudged at her to put her equation to the side for a quick minute.

Tucking the dry erase marker behind her ear, she drags herself to the door.

An empty parking lot greets her.

“Great.” she thinks. Well, she’d rather have a prank doorknocker than something that would cost her valuable time. She’s shutting the heavy door close, but a flash of a metal pole streaks through the opening. Stopping the door from closing.

Down, piercing into the concrete floor is the angled tip of a vibranium spear.

“Shiiiiiit.” Riri head hangs back as a flexed hand prys the door open to show the mocking face of General Okoye.

“Hello, small girl.”

“Absolutely not.” Riri moans. Using both hands, she attempts to pry the spear from the ground to shut the door. “I have zero time for whatever insane mission that needs help. Last time I missed a week’s worth of classes. And if you think the professor takes ‘aiding a nation in war’ as an excused absence, think again.” Riri again grunts as she uses every muscle in her body to yank the spear.

“Calm yourself, your aid is not being requested …not that you’d have a choice if it was needed. -”

The audacity.

“I’m here to examine the perimeter to guarantee there’s no threats.” Her judgmental stare gives Riri a once over. “Which I’m now certain there isn’t.” With that rude assessment she smoothy unhinges her precious spear with ease and walks away with rigid lines. Off to god knows where.

Her comment pings in her head. “Wait!” Riri calls after the general. “A threat for who?”

She doesn’t answer, obviously, so with her brows creased in confusion she finally closes that darn door. As it clicks close the hairs on Riri’s neck stand up at attention with awareness.

Why was her body suddenly on alert as if her movement were being tracked. As if she was being stalked like prey?

Whirling around she scans the room.

Queen Shuri smiles at her, giving a tiny wave.

Her slim, lithe form leans against Riri’s desk like a lethal cat at rest. Riri’s heart stops at the sight of her, causally messing with one of her new prototypes. However, her casual demeanor doesn’t fool her for a second. A smooth grin might press against her lips but the charged air didn’t lie.

Even across the room, her dark eyes sparkled, a joke just on the edge. “Is this how Americans greet their favorite guest? By standing against the door and staring at them?”

Something felt like it was lodged in Riri’s throat. She tried to discreetly swallow the nervousness down but she could tell Shuri noticed by the way she ducked her head down, hiding her smile.

“Ugh, I’m acting like an idiot.” Riri finally walked over on jelly legs to her occupied desk. “Is it a Wakanda custom to bombard people with unexpected visits?” Her knees threatened to give with every step closer to her desk. Closer to Shuri.

“The Dora Milaje do not make a habit of announcing visits. They tend to just appear.” Her attention finally leaves the prototype and inches closer. Her heavy stare making her face heat. “However, you did leave an invitation to visit and here I am, ready for a typical American college day.”

“Well, this typical college student has a project due by midnight and doesn’t have time for impromptu visits, your highness.” Keeping her attention on the equation on the whiteboard she attempts to ignore Shuri.

Not that Shuri puts up with that for long. She could recognize a fellow techie in the throes of math, needing to perfect a new project. But that didn’t make Riri ignoring her feel any better. Was it idiotic to be jealous of a university project? Yes. However, knowing didn’t make the petty envy leave.

Just to get a reaction, she starts to play with the prototype. Tossing it higher and higher up in the air.

None of this was going unnoticed by Riri. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her newly finished prototypes flying higher and higher in the air. Each toss launched it up until it was going past the wafters, skimming the ceiling and when it came plummeting down, Shuri would be slower to reach her hand out, catching it.

It was nerve-wracking.

“Come on, princess. I’m only asking for half a day.”

When Riri answered with silence, her back still turned from Shuri, the playful spark in her eyes left replaced with heated molten, burning the tips of Riri’s ears.

Shuri’s eyes roamed over Riri’s body. It had been too long since she’s saw her. Sure, her advanced AI system gave her weekly reports which included photos and videos but she had missed being near the little sprite. She missed everything from her sweet voice, brilliant smile, just her presence alone made her get in the hovercraft and leave Wakanda to see her. And lord above the photos hadn’t done her justice. Seeing the slight sheen covering her body from working. The white, slightly see-through tank top, and lord above those fucking jeans had her fist clenched, desperate to snatch her waist and squeeze her ass.

She just had to grab her attention away from that damn equation.

Riri wasn’t sure what the crazy genius was up to when Shuri suddenly went silent. Seconds ticked until she jumped at the feel of Shuri standing right behind her, so close that Shuri could probably see how quickly her heart was beating by the quicken rise and fall of her chest.

“I’ll make it worth your while.” Her breathe tickled Riri’s ear, somehow making her feel intensely aroused. “I promise.”

Riri’s entire vision blurred. Gone were thoughts consumed entirely of equations and solutions because all her mind, body and soul wanted was the dangerous woman at her back. But all of those words were stuck in her throat.

Shuri could tell Riri needed a push. The same sly grin from earlier returned. “Or I go to your dorm and camp in front until you’re done. Maybe talk to a few people.”

Riri’s lips thin at that thought. Shuri sitting in front of her door. Drawing attention from every resident in the dorm. Even if she wasn’t the Black Panther, girls would still flock and flirt with her because she’s hot.

Riri gives a curt shake of her head. That was not an option.

A finger grazes her arm, making her jump. “The choice is yours, princess.”

With that Shuri gives a slight flick of her hand, rocketing the prototype up in the air.

The shocked gasp Riri let’s out is the only noise that fills the room. Seconds stretch and Shuri makes zero movement to stretch her hand in preparation to catch it.

Shuri could see the panic surfacing to Riri’s face. Standing over her she saw the anxious shake of her hands and the tiny bounce from one foot to the other.

It was really cute.

But that wasn’t enough. Something about the little mechanic made Shuri selfish. And it was heightened after her mother’s death. Since then she held tight to the people in this world she cared for with a ferocious hold.

At times, if persuasion was needed, then so be it.

Once the prototype came hurtling back down with still no move from Shuri to catch it, Riri’s stand-off finally came to a surrender. With an anguished tiny cry, she turns around with pleading eyes up to Shuri.

“Shit, okay okay!”

The slow shit-eating smile spreads across her lips as the machinery comes hurtling down past their faces and into the ground.

Riri let’s out a short shout and squeeze her eyes shut, expecting to see smashed machinery over the floor.

However, as she peeks her eyes open, Shuri was crouched down to the ground. Smile still on her face and prototype laying intact in her grip.

“I never heard someone squark before. It almost deafened by precious ear drums.”

Heat flamed Riri’s face as she scowled down hard at the troublemaker. “There’s nothing precious about you. If you were half as smart as people claimed, you’d realize no matter what we do outside this garage, my mind will be focused on the solution to this problem.” Riri ends her rant tapping at the equation in question.

Standing back up, both of Shuri’s warm hands unexpectedly grasps Riri’s hips as leverage as she slowly stands up, rubbing against her chest with a slow, delicious drag.

Both women knew Shuri didn’t need help standing up, but Riri wasn’t going to question it. Not that she could as she was too tongue tied and doe eyed by Shuri’s touch to even move.

An observation that Shuri herself was beyond thrilled to realize.

Taking advantage of the new discovery, Shuri intentionally stands too close Infront of Riri. Placing her hands behind her to quell the yearning need to drag ass her even closer.

“I don’t like sharing your attention with an equation.” With gentle hands Shuri plucks the marker from behind Riri’s ear. “This might be against your American university code of conduct but …” With swift, determined movements Shuri begin solving the long problem.

At first Riri objects, allowing someone else to interrupt her work wasn’t something she allowed, but she stared with mouth wide open as in no time Shuri flew through the equation as if she hadn’t had more than a few seconds to examine it.

“There.” Shuri steps back to examine her work with a cocky smile. “And unlike the jocks you bill, I will not charge you a fee.”

“What makes you think you can waltz in here and take over my workspace!"

With downcast eyes, Shuri finally has the nerve to look ashamed. “I’ll give you an explanation after you explain why you’ve been avoiding me. And please, don’t make an excuse for it, I don’t want excuses."

The one topic Riri didn’t want to approach was the one Shuri needed answered. Exhausted by just the thought, she walks back over to her high metal table and sits ontop of it. While trying to find strength to vocalize her cluttered thoughts.

But in proper Shuri fashion, she doesn’t let her drown in her thoughts. With silent steps Shuri walks and leans right against Riri. The foreign touch of her thigh against hers draws her out from her rabbit hole. With wide eyes she stares up at Shuri and she gives her the silent reassurance to press on.

“My time in Wakanda was the best experience of my life. Meeting you and helping to defend Wakanda changed my life. But how can I casually face you when I know how hurt you still are. On one side I want to be by your side during your grief. Yet, I also can’t shake the guilt that I’m responsible.”

Immediately, Shuri clasps her hands in a punishing grip. “I refuse to let you feel guilty about that, not even for a second.”

Riri chewed on her bottom lip, trying to get the words out.

One of Shuri’s hands comes up to rest at the back of her neck and somehow it gives her strength to look over at Shuri’s deep brown confronting eyes. “I’m the reason Queen Ramonda, your mother… How can I possibly face you.”

“My mother fought and sacrificed her life for her country.” The hand on her neck presses her forward until her head nudges against Shuri’s. A small laugh escapes her. “And for a genius American university student who has a knack for dodging my calls.”

Riri only gives a short snort.

“Stop joking around. Are you sure you don’t need, like I don’t know, space away from me? A fucking breather?”

Before she could finish the question, Shuri was laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. The first real smile lite up her face. “Read the room genius.” With agile movement Shuri hops off the table but her touch only leaves for a short second before she’s wedging herself between Riri’s legs. Wrapping her arms around her torso.

Shuri’s smile brightens, relieved that Riri isn’t averse to her touch. “I didn’t leave my lab to discover the wonders that are MIT.”

Everything about this position was making Riri’s brainwaves fire and short circuit. The heaviness of Shuri’s arms circled her, trapping her body at the edge of the table, unable to ease away, causing a flaming heat to creep up her face. God, it was so lame, but she was so flustered that she couldn’t even hold eye contact with her.

And of course, none of Riri’s awkwardness escaped Shuri’s sharp eyes. Ducking her curly head down to catch Riri’s avoidant eyes. A white smile mocking her sad attempt to look elsewhere.

“So stop trying to abandon me.” A hard tug against her waist sends her open legs widening around Shuri. Riri glances up, and doesn’t miss the hard clench along Shuri’s angled jaw. “Because I don’t mind chasing your ass.”

Those same damn hands make happy trails around her back until they give a possessive squeeze on her waist. “Unless you truly want me to go.” Those brown sparking eyes charmed hers in a trance, leaving her breathless. Eyes still enslaved, Shuri’s slowly lowers until her lips are only a hair away. So close yet so far away, the temptation was making Riri ache. “Just tell me to leave, princess, and I’ll go.”

‘Go’ had barely left her lips before Riri barreled past the doubt and fears and connected her trembling lips with Shuri’s. She thought once she gave in she would relax but boy was she wrong. The feel of Shuri’s soft yet firm lips made her heart jackhammer which drummed all the way to her core.

The slow kiss remained gentle, well until a whimper escaped her lips.

At the sound, Shuri's ears piqued up, and her body demanded she takes more for the lost time Riri caused by trying to escape.

As Shuri takes Riri’s hands away from her face, Riri makes an embarrassing plea for Shuri not to stop, which she just chuckles at while pinning Riri’s hands behind her back.

The movement causes Riri’s back to arch and her breast to push forward. A rough “fuck” is heard from Shuri before she leans over to devour her lips.

Shuri continues to clasp her hands, and with each swipe of her tongue, she gives a punishing squeeze which somehow makes Riri's pussy throb in desperate need.

“You owe me an apology, baby.” Shuri whispers before continuing to play with Riri’s mouth. The request is barely heard over the heavy fog of need in Riri’s head.

“Huh?” she asks dazed.

“You made me chase you across the damn world all because you didn’t pick up the phone. That’s not what friends do.” This time when Shuri goes back in, her lips consume her. And her tongue, shit her tongue, glided against her own, sending her to a level of heaven.

When Shuri stopped only to bite her wet bottom lip she was ready to gush on her own freaking desk.

Without looking in a mirror, Riri knew her iris were blown wide and she now realized she was rocking her hips like a maniac.

But none of her reactions went unnoticed by Shuri who was panting herself, licking her lips as she scanned Riri’s body with obvious restraint. “The more I think about the fact we could’ve lost this, the angrier I get. Apologize, princess. Right now.”

For once in Riri’s life her stubbornness took a backseat, not just because she was so horny she could no longer see straight, but because she did leave Shuri alone during the hardest time in her life because she was scared. So she was going to own up to it.

Her hands were still trapped in Shuri’s unmovable grip. But when she tugs Shuri immediately released her. But this time it was Riri’s turn to grab her strong hands. Shuri’s eyebrows furrow as she brings them to her lips and kiss each knuckle.

“I should have reacted better than I did. So I apologize and promise to communicate better in the future.” Riri worries when Shuri's stoic face is her only response. But it’s dashed as Shuri’s signature grin returns and launches herself at Riri while laughing.

“Baby, I just meant apologize for making me wait to touch you for so long.” She crackles in the nook of her neck.

Oh.

“But I accept your apology as well.” She continues to laugh while peppering Riri with kisses.

#shuri x riri #shuri #princess shuri #shuri x reader #riri x shuri

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cheeriecherrymain · 1 year

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I see ur requests are open and... i have an odd one, if you're willing. Viktor with a s/o who asks if he could be more possessive for a night? Like, reader would never intentionally make Viktor jealous but they like the fantasy of it, if that makes sense?

Whether you do this ask or not, I just want to say i adore your writing. Its like a warm hug on a rainy day <3

Once again, I have taken the prompt in my mouth and run away, and this time no one was there to get to me to spit it out. I'm sorry, it's a little bit chewed.

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Viktor x fem!Reader (18+)

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-You can feel the eyes on you, as you wander around the crowded event hall. Sidelong glances from other patrons as you pass them by, their gazes lingering for a few seconds before their attention is drawn elsewhere.

-You don’t stand out amongst the other partygoers - your clothing is simple and elegant, draping and folding over your body in the most flattering way. Your jewelry, though heavy at your throat and wrists, is mundane, even as it sparkles in the light of the chandeliers above.

-But despite all this, despite so totally blending in with the crowd, you can’t shake the sensation that you’re being watched. Not just looked at as a passing thought, but actively followed throughout the room. Yet you can’t seem to find your potentially unwanted guest.

-You crane your neck in every direction, hoping to detect any kind of suspicious movement. You’re honestly a little bit angry about how flustered all this is making you: you don’t even know that you are being watched. For all you know, there could be no threat whatsoever, and you could be getting worked up over nothing.

- “Shit!” you hiss, as you collide face-first into some unwitting person dressed in a fancy suit. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

-You expect a solid reprimand for your actions, a verbal lashing for being careless and airheaded, and for having the audacity to interact with someone of such important stature.

-But nothing comes.

- “It’s alright,” the man chimes, flashing you with a blindingly charismatic smile. “The wine is still in the glass, so there’s no harm done. It can be hard to navigate around these things, without stepping on any toes.”

-He then leans down towards you, lowering his voice just slightly, “Both literally and figuratively.”

-The joke is old and overused, but it brings a charmed smile to your features nonetheless. You’re lucky that you’ve managed to run into someone so forgiving in spirit. Or…so you think.

-You move to make your escape, hoping to dodge any kind of conversation with the man, polite as he is, but the moment you turn away you feel a hand resting heavy on your waist. You want to pretend that you don’t notice the touch, you want to disappear into the crowd again, but then the stupid music also starts up again and the swaths of people begin to organize.

-Sectioning off into pairs or making haste to their seats, you’ve nowhere to disappear to without making a total ass of yourself. So, you do what any woman in your situation would: you turn around with a practiced smile, right into the waiting arms of a total stranger.

-It’s not a short dance by any means - no one comes up to the two of you to swap partners, and you’re unable to find an opening to quickly dash out of his arms. He holds you a little too tightly, a little too closely, for it to be friendly or comfortable. And god, you can smell the champagne on his breath, with how near he keeps you.

-And you still haven’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched.

-But then finally, finally, luck seems to line up in your favour. The music breaks off for a few moments, throwing off the rhythm of those still meandering around the dancefloor. Someone collides hard with your captor, jarring him enough that he releases you - and like you’d hoped, the first thing his attention is drawn to is the potential argument with the other guest.

-Leaving you just enough time to silently slink away, weaving around tables, to sneak out the main entrance to the room.

-It’s a little cooler in the hallway, though it’s hardly easier to breathe. You’re still wound up from everything that’s gone on, still on edge from all the touching and noise and bright lights and-

-You take a breath.

-It’s fine, you tell yourself, taking a few wobbly steps forward. The hallway is significantly less crowded than the prior room had been. Fewer eyes on you, if they even pay you any mind to begin with. It’s fine. He hasn’t followed you. He didn’t see you leave. You’re fine.

-But there it comes again, the feeling of being stared at.

-Like an electric shock up your spine, the panic sets in. Your pace quickens and you make your way briskly down the hall, praying to whatever deity might be out there that you won’t trip on your dress, or catch the toe of your shoe on the carpet.

-One foot, after the other, again and again.

-Turning down twisting hallways, until you finally end up alone.

-But you don’t feel alone. The floor is soft, too quiet for you to be able to detect any sound of footsteps.

-A glance around you confirms that yes, you’re definitely alone. But for how long? And with how far you’ve gone, what if you have been followed? What if you get hassled, or worse - would anyone hear you calling for help? Would anyone-

-You quickly duck into one of the many smaller rooms that line the corridor, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

-As if anyone would actually be able to get the drop on you, you think, your anxiety waning by a fraction. You throw a mean right hook, and you wore flats specifically in case you had to run.

-You take a second to catch your breath, leaning hard against the solid door. The room you’re in is probably the best you could have chosen, despite you not knowing where anything is. It’s spacious, but not overly so - the ceilings are a normal height, instead of arching high above in a display of grandiosity.

-It looks to be some sort of casual meeting room, with a couple of filled bookshelves, and couches laid out around an old fireplace. Unused, by the look of it, but you suppose it’s more about the flair than the functionality.

-You don’t pay mind to much else after that: you don’t need to. The room is dark, save for the moonlight from the windows lining one wall, and you’re finally relaxed enough to settle on one of the plush surfaces offered to you.

-You stare at the empty fireplace.

-You sigh.

-Your night wasn’t supposed to go like this.

-You were supposed to have fun, you were supposed to try weird, tasty fingerfoods, and laugh, and joke, and dance with your friends. You were supposed to spend time with your boyfriend, who for whatever reason, had decided not to show up.

-You sigh.

-Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t come tonight.

-He’s never been a particularly possessive person, nor is he very confrontational: but had he known about the other partygoer bothering you, making you uncomfortable and nervous and what not? He would have stepped in.

-And judging by the way your would-be assailant jumped at the chance to cuss out someone who had the audacity to disturb his dance with you, you don’t doubt that someone would have gotten punched.

-You don’t fancy your boyfriend with a black eye.

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-You stay there for several minutes, reclining comfortably on the soft couch and letting your tired feet rest. It’s nice, sitting in the dark and the quiet, with only the distant din of the party to disturb you. No one passes by your little hiding place, or comes to tell you to leave. It’s just you, curled up, on the brink of dozing off.

-Until a sound brings you out of your trance.

-It’s brief, and you wonder for a moment if you really heard it, but - no, there it is again. It takes a moment for you to place where it’s coming from, but when you do, panic sets in anew.

-The jiggling of a doorknob.

-If not someone here to actively bother you, then definitely some unwitting patron hoping to find a moment of reprieve. Or someone to scold you and kick you out - were you even supposed to be in here? Surely the door wouldn’t have been unlocked if you could get in trouble for wandering. With the party so close by, nothing of value would have been kept-

- “Miláček?” the lilted tone comes from the doorway as it cracks open, soft, but not so low as a whisper. “Are you in there?”

-All at once, your anxiety dissipates, and it feels like you can breathe again. “I’m here,” you breathe, allowing the tension to finally ease out of your shoulders. God, you were going to have some kind of headache tomorrow - if you couldn’t already feel one starting.

-Viktor slips inside the room just as sneakily as you had, shutting the door behind him. He stands there for a few moments, glancing around trying to find your person while his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light.

- “Over here,” you tell him, biting back a laugh at the sight of him squinting towards a variety of shadows. “On the couch- no, the other couch- Viktor, the other, other couch.”

-You know he’s just toying with you, trying to make you giggle at his aimless bumbling. And it works, a smile finally tugging at the corners of your mouth.

-Probably your first real expression of the evening.

- “You know,” he says, once he’s settled comfortably beside you, with his arm tossed leisurely over the back of the couch. “You are remarkably difficult to find.”

-You scoot closer to him, allowing yourself to tilt sideways until you’re resting against him. He’s warm, and familiar, and you can’t control the sense of relief that washes through you when his arm slips from the couch to instead wrap over your shoulders, drawing you closer.

- “It was by design,” you admit, with a pout. “I couldn’t find you at the party, and some guy decided that was incentive to latch onto me. I was trying to escape him.”

-Viktor hums once to himself, in consideration.

-You’re…not sure why that makes you nervous.

-It’s a different sort of anxiety than you’d been feeling previously - you’re not filled with dread or fear, or…really any kind of negative emotion. Yet your heart rate has started to pick up, thumping harder in your chest and making it more difficult to find your breath.

- “I saw you,” he says bluntly.

-Your eyes widen.

- “You were quite quick on your feet, in the crowd,” he explains, his arm tightening around you. “I did try to catch up, but you kept disappearing on me.”

-You smush your cheek against him, readying an apology for not noticing him. But he, much to your surprise, shushed you with a single finger before you can even start speaking.

- “Imagine my annoyance,” he continues, a slender digit pressed over your lips, “Upon finding you with someone else? Some tall, blond, apparently belligerent man, who was most definitely not part of the plan we’d made tonight.”

-You swallow the lump in your throat, unable to quell the fluttering in your stomach as he stares hard into your eyes. Allowing you to see the disdain for the man who’d had his hands all over you, the irritation he’d felt in those moments where he hadn’t been able to say anything.

-And the amusement for what was to come.

- “Stand up,” he says suddenly, his hands leaving your body so he can lean away, “And take off your dress.”

-Heat immediately creeps up your neck.

- “What about the door?” you squeak, already embarrassed by the thought of someone walking in and seeing you stark naked. “I didn’t hear you lock it.”

-Viktor sighs.

- “There was no one in the hallway when I came in,” he says, already a little impatient. “And if someone does walk in…well. Let them watch, then. At least they’ll know that you’re mine.”

-You’re borderline ashamed at how wholly a single word affects you. Sending little tremors down every nerve in your body, you rise to your feet in a sudden daze, pulling hastily at the strings and buttons on the back of your dress.

-By design, it was fairly easy to get in and out of - loosen a couple of ribbons here and there, and the entire thing would slide flawlessly off your body. But no matter how you fumble with every knot, nothing seems to be fast enough - it only takes you about ten seconds to divest yourself of the fine silk, but it’s ten seconds too long.

-Ten seconds that Viktor isn’t touching you.

-To your credit, you do manage to rid yourself of your gown eventually, letting it pool at your feets for a moment before stepping out and kicking it aside. You take a step back towards your boyfriend, intent on finding your favourite spot in his lap.

-But he stops you.

-You hesitate slightly, and a question dies on your tongue when you see the crooked little smirk of amusement on his face.

- “On the table,” he orders gently, nodding towards the low centerpiece set up between all the couches. “Spread your legs for me, and don’t try to hide yourself. I want to see you.”

-You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment, before nodding. The polished, lacquered wood is a sudden chill of your backside, sending goosebumps prickling across your flushed skin. You don’t know why you’re so entirely bothered over just a few simple words, mildly humiliated by the way your boyfriend leers at you, even moreso by the chance that someone could actually walk in.

-Would he actually let them watch, you wonder. Would he actually fuck you in front of a total stranger?

- “Spread your legs,” he demands again, his tone a little sharper, when you sit there lost in thought for a couple seconds too long.

-You do as you’re told.

-You meet his demands enthusiastically, spreading yourself wider and wider as each order falls past his lips. All while he watches from the comfort of the couch, staring at you with an almost mean sort of pleasure.

- “Touch yourself,” he tells you, his own hands moving to the buttons of his trousers. “I can already see how soaked you are from here - are you really so affected by me, drahý? Or have you been dripping and wanting all night?”

-You whine quietly, your own hand dipping down between your legs. It’s you, you want to tell him, when you feel the slickness gathering below - but you know better than to speak when he hasn’t asked you to.

-He watches for a little while, slowly stroking himself to full hardness, while you work little circles over your clit. It’s not enough to make you come, not enough to even bring you close, but it certainly succeeds in making you wetter: and in providing a good show for him.

-Him, telling you when to slow down your movements, when to speed them up. Even when to slide two fingers into your drenched hole, and when to curl them against that perfect sweet spot inside.

-You whine when he asks that of you, knowing that if he pushes too far, where it will end up.

-But he persists, relentless in his command. “Curl. Your. Fingers.” he says sternly, watching bemusedly as you struggle to contain your reaction.

- “I don’t want to make a mess,” you whine, trying desperately to slow your movements, hoping, begging that he’ll show you some mercy. That he won’t embarrass you like that, that he’ll turn his attention elsewhere and then fuck you with his perfect cock.

- “Perhaps,” he agrees, “But I want you to make a mess. It’s the least I deserve, don’t you think? After having to witness you let someone else put their filthy hands all over you? Besides, listen to you. Your sweet little cunt is already dripping everywhere - I know you want to come.”

-You can feel the tears budding in the corners of your eyes, your movements slowing even more, trying in vain to put off what you know is inevitable.

-Viktor, to his credit, does seem to notice your hesitation. His expression softens by a fraction, and he carefully slides off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling crookedly in front of you.

- “It it’s too much,” he reminds you, tenderly sliding the warm flat of his hands over your trembling things, “You know your colours. Do you want to tap out?”

-He stares up at you without any expectations or judgment, waiting in earnest to see if he’d pushed you too far past your boundaries.

-But still, despite your reservations, you shake your head quickly and keep your mouth shut. Like you’d discussed beforehand, over the past couple days, if you never uttered your safeword, then his torturous ministrations would continue.

-Your reaction makes him grin, nonetheless.

- “Good,” he says sweetly. It’s all a facade, though. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he presses two of his own fingers into you, alongside your own. The stretch alone garners a soft cry from you, but the relentless pace he keeps is what makes you sob.

-Your entire body is burning hot: with embarrassment, with pleasure. The moans and whimpers that fall past your lips are entirely involuntary. The arm that’s holding you up gives out, and you flop bonelessly down onto the flat of the table.

-All you can do is hold on.

-Tears burning hot tracks down your cheeks, you watch as Viktor lowers himself further, bringing his face towards your drenched pussy.

-You know what he’s about to do.

-But knowing doesn’t prepare you for the actual sensation of his lips closing around your swollen clit. Sucking hard, delivering relentless bliss unto you.

-Your orgasm doesn’t wash over you so much as it does drown you. Engulfing you in your entirety, the sounds of the outside world fade away, and your vision dances with colours. Every muscle pulled taught while Viktor works you through it, grinning in satisfaction when your juices splash over his palm, and dribble down onto the carpet below.

-You, on the other hand, are certain you’ve died.

-Gone is your shame, your worries and hesitation, replaced with the infinite euphoria in which you float mindlessly.

-Barely even able to muster a whine when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock sliding through your soaked folds. You don’t even have the strength to bat him away, though the stretch as he pushes into you grounds you a little.

-Enough to open your eyes, and stare up at him, breathless.

-Gone is his somewhat cruel expression from earlier, replaced with the tender and kind smile that you’re used to. The gentleness that you fell in love with, all those years ago. And his hands, stroking slowly up and down your sides, massaging little circles into the fat of your hips.

- “Colour, milý?” he asks, his honeyed eyes never leaving yours as he stoops down to press a kiss in between your breasts.

- “Green,” you hum weakly.

-He smiles against your skin, and then pulls back. Briefly. Sliding out of your slick cunt for only a fraction of a second before he’s thrusting back in. Hard and steady, knowing that you’ll likely find your release again, but wholeheartedly chasing his own.

-You lay there blissfully, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips while you whine and shake and gasp. Like time does not exist, only the feeling of him filling you so well, again and again and again.

-Until his fingertips dig into your sides, and his pace falters slightly.

-His own voice, ragged and broken, cursing, calling out for you.

-Your eyes, hazy and dazed, meeting each other in the darkness.

-Your second orgasm, ripping through your body as he spills himself into you. Making an utter mess of your used, sloppy pussy.

-Leaning down until he can all but collapse on top of you, his hair sticking to his damp forehead as he rests it on your tummy.

-Both of you, catching your breath for a couple minutes, before smiling elated at each other, realizing what you’ve done.

-The night did not go as planned, you think. -But it’s definitely gone better.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #though it's more of a bullet point story #i feel like my specific tastes are very on show when someone gives me an open ended prompt like this #requests are open

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kunikinnie · 2 years

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*knocks knocks* tao poooo

request are open, so! and I love Yukichi sm guess we're both a Fukuzawa simping blog

may I ask of Yukichi and how he would deal with his s/o's ex-boyfriend/lover 🤔 (like giving signs of wanting to get them back but of course we're not interested we won't replace Yukichi)

a/n: galing ng prompt mo alavet HAHA hope this is ok! was writing the next part of Nabe and this is giving me ideas oop

dealing with your ex

featuring: Fukuzawa x GN!Reader

Your ex was trying to initiate contact with you a little more frequently than they should. You didn't think much of it, but right from the get go, Fukuzawa's suspicious. Of course he is - how could he not be? But it's not like there was reason to act on that hunch... at least not yet.

Because of how busy he is, he didn't even dwell on their presence at first. Every moment he spent with you was singularly for you and you only.

It was when their name and perhaps your slight discomfort became a regular occurrence that Fukuzawa decided to not ignore the issue any further.

Being your partner gave him the right to assert himself if needed - that much is undeniable. Yet at the back of his mind, he's worried that you might have lingering feelings for them. What should he do, then? The thought causes a certain pang in his chest that he dispels any speculation before asking you first.

Thankfully, you had the same thoughts as he did.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking things," you added after rambling your feelings on the matter. "It's not like they'll do anything, right?"

"Nothing will happen as long as I'm here," Fukuzawa replied with a firm but gentle voice, determined to fulfill that promise.

Now as protective as he may be, he's not the type to confront anyone less absolutely necessary. The most he'll do during this period is walk and accompany you more often (if possible) and to spend more time with you in general.

Most likely, it is the ex who'll confront him first.

"I still love Y/N," they say without shame. "Let me take a chance with them again, please." The audacity-

"It is their decision to make," Fukuzawa said calmly. Internally, however, he's already thrown him onto the speeding traffic. "And it's theirs alone."

If that wasn't clear enough, then God grant him patience. It wouldn't end well if he was granted more strength. Fortunately, leaving the rest to you was more that enough.

Your ex never showed up again since you talked to him. Fukuzawa would like to claim that during the period in between those incidents, he remained as stoic as ever. You knew that wasn't the truth, however.

If there's one thing you've learned from being with him all this time, it's that what your lover couldn't say in words he said through his eyes. The long and frequent stares at you when he thought you weren't looking spoke volumes about his true emotions.

"There's no need to get jealous, Yukichi."

The cough that followed nearly choked him. "I-I'm just worried he won't take it well."

"You said nothing will happen, right? As long as you're here, it'll be fine."

It's strange how the tables turned easily like that, he mused at the time. But once it had all passed, he could only be relieved that all that was promised remained unbroken.

taglist: @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @dazaee, @menshusband, @celestair, @bloobewy

#bsd #fukuzawa yukichi #fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa x you #fukuzawa x y/n #ok sorry idk how to end it HAHAHA

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mydarllinglover · 1 year

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Alone || The New World

"Alright, say night to Dad" Natalia told Evie, after she had finished telling him about her day.

"Night Dad, I love and miss you." The eight year old said into the radio.

"Night, sweetheart, I'm gonna see ya soon, alright, promise." His voice came through. "I love ya."

A year and a half had passed since the fall of the Saviours, all the communities had been rebuilt.

Rick had asked Daryl to be the new leader of the Sanctuary, telling him that he was the best person for the job, he had even said about Natalia and Evie moving there as well, when Natalia had a few choice words for him, still pissed at the man, and then to have the audacity to even request what he did.

Daryl had accepted, even though she knew he didn't want to go back there, to leave his family, who he had said were to stay in Alexandria, he wasn't gonna have Evie nowhere near the place.

Of course Natalia had to stay with her, though she hated the idea of him leaving without her, they had got long range radios, to stay in touch every night

Eugene and Rosita had gone with him, much to Tara's disappointment, who had formed a relationship with the latter, and a budding friendship with the former. Natalia would be lying if she said she hadn't been sensing something brewing between the two women, she was happy for them.

Natalia visited the Sanctuary when she could, though it was sparsely that she could find the time, when she did stay at the Sanctuary, the married couple only had one thing on their mind, and It wasn't sleeping.

Daryl had become an expert in taking care of Natalia's body, he was a fast learner, even though she claimed that his first time was the best she'd had with anybody.

"You still there, baby?" Daryl asked, when Natalia made her way to her own room.

"Yeah, was just closing Eves door." She said. "I miss you."

"Miss you, too. But we're gonna see each other tomorrow, you still coming to DC?"

"Hell yeah, babe, it's a fucking museum, you know how cool that is? Me and my mom went for my sixteenth, they have this well cool floor that's completely made of glass, you can stand right above it and look down at the cool shit."

"God, you're such a nerd." He sighed as she got into bed.

"Hey, says the person who's probably flicking through a manual about bike parts, right as we speak."

"Ain't doing that." She could hear the pages folding shut and the sound of him tossing it."

"Mhm yeah, I'm sure." She rolled her eyes. "I think I'm gonna see Siddiq before I head off though."

"You still not feeling alright?" He asked. "You sure you should come?"

"Yeah, I don't know, just wanna make sure I get it checked out, it's nothing major, Evie hasn't caught it so it's not like contagious or anything."

Natalia had been feeling rough for a few weeks now, she didn't know what it was, but she'd start to feel nauseous, and wondered if it was because of her lack of appetite recently, she didn't know what kind of cold was developing, or maybe it was a new allergy.

"I think I'm gonna talk to Rick about coming home, maybe let Rosita take over, I wanna be with you and Eves, I'm missing too much."

"I agree, I hate going to sleep and waking up without you, and Evie's growing up too fast, I can't believe she's going to be nine in a few months."

"I know, I hate it too, I needa be with my girls."

"I love you." She said, clicking the radio as she got settled under the covers,

"I love you so much, baby." He responded, she could hear the raspiness in his voice. "Get some sleep, I'll see ya tomorrow, pretty girl."

She laughed at the nickname, making a mwah sound into the radio before setting it on the bedside table beside her, hugging the pillow tightly as she thought about her husband.

"Hey, Nat. You alright?" Siddiq asked, when she walked into the infirmary, Evie was at Rick and Michonne's having breakfast with Judith.

"Yeah, was wondering if I could have a quick check up before we head out." She told him.

"Yeah, of course, is there any reason in particular you think you may need one?" He asked as he washed his hands.

"Uh, not really, I think I'm developing a new allergy or something, I don't know what to, it's like not as severe as the nut one, though." She said, sitting on a bed to be examined.

"Can you tell me a few of the symptoms? Any rashes, uncomfortableness?" Siddiq picked up a clipboard and a pen, so he could write it all down.

"Uh, no physical stuff, nah, but like, shortness of breath, nausea, been told I've been acting like a bitch a lot more." She laughed. "Uhm, stomach cramps, swelling... or bloating?"

"Stomach cramps, swelling and nausea?" Siddiq looked up at her. "Natalia, are you-"

"Pregnant, hell no" She shook her head. "Trust me, I'm not, no chance I could be." Natalia assured. "Me and Daryl haven't exactly had a lot of time together, we haven't... been intimate for a while." She admitted, feeling awkward talking about her sex life with her husband, even though Siddiq was a doctor, and probably knew full well that they most likely slept together, when given the chance. "Trust me, we do not want any babies as it is, Evie is enough, and it's not exactly like we can coparent a new born between here and the Sanctuary."

"Well, if you're 100% certain." He wasn't. "I'll do a check up, but if you think it's allergies, I wanna do a blood test, see if it's anything else, anything that could cause the swelling, could be endometriosis, cysts, y'know. if something's up, it'll come up in that."

"Ugh, I hate blood tests." Natalia groaned, laying out her arm.

When he had done the test, Siddiq had given her a lollypop, which she accepted.

"I'll radio when I get the results."

"Alright, thank you, I'll be on channel 6, use that one." Natalia said, changing the channel as he taped up her vein with a cotton swab. "It's nothing, right?"

"Yeah, shouldn't be anything life threating, but if it is, I'll let you know as soon as I do, hey, be safe out there."

"I will, I always do."

When Daryl had turned his bike off, Natalia was running for him, embracing the man as she jumped into his arms.

"Hey, baby!" She squealed into his shoulder.

"Missed ya" He told her, holding the woman tightly.

They were in the middle of DC, Rick and Michonne had already taken care of any walkers that were around as everyone got ready to head into the museum or reuniting with their loved ones.

"Did ya see Siddiq?" He asked, sliding a finger into her belt loop, holding her to him.

"Yeah, did a blood test, though he thinks it's all fine, but he's gonna let me know what's up." She answered, waving her radio before tucking it back onto her belt.

Rick opened the door of the large building, and Michonne dealt with the walker that came out.

"We're good for now." She whispered to the group of people, checking through the gap between the door. "Sweep protocol when we get in."

Rick opened the door wider, letting Michonne enter as the others followed.

They silently took out any walkers that they might find.

It looked like they had set up camp before they turned.

"Y'all got your lists." Rick said, lowly, "Circle back here when you're done. Be safe."

They had got to the place Natalia was talking about on the radio the night before.

"This is gonna work." Maggie smiled, her, Michonne, Cyndi, Carol, Ezekiel, Natalia and Daryl stood around the glass, looking around the old building.

"Ain't as cool as you made out." Daryl said to Natalia, looking down at the herd of walkers below them.

"Used to be." She muttered, heading for the stairs.

"Heads up!" Cyndi called, as Maggie and Michonne walked across, heading for the stairs, bits of the banister from above crumbled, falling below as they raced for the stone steps.

A walker had fallen down as well, being impaled by a large metal rod.

The glass hadn't shattered but the walker was still alive, until Daryl shot at it with his crossbow.

"Onward." Ezekiel said. "We'll figure it out."

They continued up the steps.

They got to the second floor, instead of doing what she was meant to, like the rest, Natalia gazed upon the exhibits, reminding herself of her childhood with her mom.

She looked up, a wide grin on her face as she met Daryl's eyes from across the place, who was helping Cyndi with a boat.

A small smile tugged on his lips as he looked at her, reminding himself to talk to Rick later about going back to Alexandria.

"Hey, Nat, you gonna help us out or prepare yourself for a pop quiz?" Michonne called.

"But-" She let out a groan, pulling herself away from a pirate exhibit and following after Michonne, Maggie and Carol, "Fine." Natalia let out a grumble.

"So, he called for a election?" Michonne asked Maggie, when she had explained what was going on at The Hilltop.

"The one great idea Gregory's had." Maggie said.

"So he could just watch himself lose, again?" Natalia raised a brow. "Can't believe he'd actually think people was gonna vote for him."

"He still sore about the results?" Carol wondered.

"I don't know. He's being friendly. It's weird, honestly." She answered.

"The rebirth of democracy... by that guy." Michonne teased. "Who'd have thought?"

"Meanwhile, I live with a King." Carol joked, Michonne and Natalia laughed at her.

"But it works, right?" Maggie asked.

"People seem to like it."

"That make you Queen Carol?" Natalia wiggled her brows.

"Don't" She pointed at her, though she had a smirk on her face.

Michonne had stopped, staring up at a large poster.

A MORE PERFECT UNION was in large red letters.

"My mom had to drag me away from reading the whole thing." Natalia sighed, standing with her. "Maybe we should take it."

"How the hell would we get that off the wall and all the way home?"

"Here we go." Maggie said when they had reached what they were looking for. "Our blacksmith can use those as a model to make more. And we can send one to the Sanctuary, try to fix things there."

"I'm glad you won your election." Michonne commented as they looked at the old plow.

"I'm glad I grew up on a farm."

It had taken everyone's help to attempt to get a large wagon down the steps of the Museum, and over the glass floor.

"Last step. Easy." Rick called as they tightened their grip on the rope.

A metal thing on the bottom was dragging, hitting the glass.

"All right, hold, hold, hold." He said.

"What do you think we're doing?" Natalia groaned, straining in order to not fall down the steps.

"So far so good, we're almost there." He said.

Rick took the first step onto the glass, a rope tied around his waist as he tested his weight, it was stable enough. He walked along the metal frames, just in case.

"Let's go." He said, when he was sure it was stable.

They inched down the steps carefully, making sure not to let go of the rope.

"Woah."

"Easy, woah woah woah." Rick called as it started to wobble.

"Woah, woah, woah." Carol repeated.

"Okay. All right."

"Watch your fingers." Michonne reminded.

"Last step." Rick said.

"One more."

"Hold. Hold." He said, as the wagon thudded to the ground.

The glass was starting to crack under the weight as they turned the wagon towards the exit.

They managed to get it over though.

Maggie tied the rope around her as she prepared to join them, picking up the metal frame with Cyndi, carrying it across.

Daryl whistled for Rick to make his way back over with him and Natalia, to help carry the canoe, he joined and they carried it backwards whilst she waited on the steps.

"Be careful." She said, her heart felt like it was beating a hundred miles a minute.

"No sudden moves. Just keep going nice and slow." Rick instructed.

Carol and Ezekiel managed to grab the last thing, bringing it over.

"Alright, Nat, it's just you now, you got this." Rick said, gesturing for her to walk over the glass.

"This definitely isn't as cool as the first time I was here." She muttered, tightening the rope around her waist a she took slow steps across the glass, which was a lot more fragile and cracked after all the weight transported over it.

"You got it, baby, just look at me, you got it." Daryl clapped his hands together.

Natalia took deep breathes as she walked, as though it were a tight rope.

"Woah, woah hold on." Rick called, as it started to crack around her.

She froze, staring down.

"Nat." The radio on her hip crackled, the voice of Siddiq came through.

"Not a good time." She whispered in a high pitch voice.

"You gotta keep coming, quick." Michonne told her. "Come on, not that far."

"Natalia. You're pregnant." Siddiq's voice came through again.

The glass broke, sending her falling through.

She screamed as she fell through the air, walkers reaching up, trying to grab her as she swung, still attached by the rope.

"Nat!" Daryl shouted, going to dive for her, but Rick stopped him as they attempted to pull her up as she kicked and flung away from the hungry walkers.

The walkers grabbed a hold of her, trying to yank the woman down, but wasn't able, as the others tugged on the rope, trying to pull her out.

An arrow flew into the head of the walker that had a hold of her leg, about to chomp into her skin.

They had managed to get her out, she clung to the glass as she pulled herself up, falling on a soft cushion.

Daryl yanked her up and away, checking her over.

"Fuck." She let out a shaky breath. "That was a close one."

"You okay?" Daryl asked, his eyes full of worry as he held her.

She didn't answer, instead leaned away from him, doubling over as she emptied her stomach, the smell was unbearable and seemed to be stuck in her nose.

Daryl held her ponytail, rubbing her back as she gagged.

When Natalia stood up again, he wiped her mouth with his rag, his thumb wiping away the tears.

"Natalia." Enid breathed, the others had been staring at her since they knew she was safe.

"Did I just hear Siddiq say you were pregnant?" Carol asked, before Enid got the chance to say it.

"What?!" Her eyes bulged, she had missed that when she fell to her near fatal death.

"You're- You're... pre-"

Natalia pulled away from Daryl, grabbing her walkie talkie

"Siddiq?!" She called through it, as Daryl stared after her, his jaw dropped.

Michonne and Maggie followed her after she marched outside.

"Siddiq, fucking answer." She cursed.

"Nat." Michonne called.

"Hey, you had me worried when you didn't answer." Siddiq's voice came through the rectangle box.

"Sorry, was a little busy falling to my death." She replied, crouching down against the side of the building.

Rick had ordered everyone to get sorted so they could leave, whilst he and Carol attempted to snap Daryl out of his freeze.

Michonne and Maggie had sat on either side of Natalia, ready in case she broke down or something, this definitely was not on the cards for her.

"You what?" Siddiq asked after a moment.

"Don't worry about it, what did you say?" She was urgent.

"Nat." He sighed, he knew she wasn't going to be happy. "You're pregnant.... with twins."

She felt sick again.

Natalia dropped the radio as she heaved once more, this time, Maggie rubbed her back as she gathered her hair.

"Huh?" Michonne said, speaking into the radio as she caught it before it could hit the floor. "How do you know?"

"It came up in her blood, you can tell how many there are. How is she?"

"Not taking it well." Michonne replied.

"I'm gonna die, it's gonna kill me." Natalia muttered. "I'm dead."

"You're not gonna die." Maggie told her. "Hey, I had Hershel, and he's perfectly healthy, we got good doctors, we're better than we were before."

"Yeah, it's gonna be okay." Michonne joined in.

"You only had one baby, Maggie, he said... he said.... two, no, I- my life is over, he's gonna hate me, we didn't want this, this is, gimme the radio."

She snatched it out of Michonne's hands.

"Are you hundred percent sure?" She asked into the radio.

"Natalia, yes." He answered.

"Get ready to do another blood test, for when I get back." She told him.

"There's no point, it'll come up with the same result."

"I don't care, you're gonna do another."

"Nat. It's going to be okay." Michonne forced, taking the walkie back.

"No, we didn't want this, he didn't want this, I've ruined my life as well as his, it's over, I don't have time for a baby, let alone two!"

"Who? Daryl? He's not gonna hate you." Michonne told her.

"Not even possible." Maggie agreed. "I don't think he's actually able to, even if he did want to."

"It's a setback, but you guys are gonna be okay, everything's gonna be fine."

"How, Michonne, we don't even have time to be together!" Natalia said.

Carol had given Daryl advise on how to be supportive for Natalia, when she came back to the front, he was freaking out himself, but knew she was gonna be way worse, she had to get through nine months before he even had to deal with a baby.

They had briefly spoke about it only a few times, they were both happily together, and on the same page that Judith and Hershel were enough kids around, as well as their own daughter, Evie even if she had only been in their care for nearly two years.

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay." He was sorry for getting her knocked up.

"Uhm..." She swallowed, feeling uncomfortable with the much larger group of people that had gathered around, Jesus and Tara included, and the word had spread quickly. "Its not your fault, I didn't think It was still capable, I'm sorry, actually."

"It's gonna be alright." He assured her. "We can take care of a baby, you done it before, we can handle it."

"Daryl" She leaned up on her tip toes, whispering in his ear as her hands shook. "It's twins."

She was scared he was going to pass out when all the colour drained from his face.

He gulped.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Twuh- twins? Are you sure?"

She nodded, a frown on her face.

"I'm sorry." She told him.

"Nah, no. Uh, we're, we're gonna talk about this later, alright, we gotta get you back, safe." He held her, kissing her head as a million thoughts raced through his own head.

"A congratulations is in order." Ezekiel came bounding towards them, patting Daryl on the back, even though Carol had tried pulling her boyfriend away. "To the young Dixon!"

The couple stared at him, neither one looked happy about the recent news.

Eventually they had made their way back, Natalia hadn't said a word as she sat beside Maggie, lost in thought, thinking about how they shouldn't of helped her out of the broken glass.

Daryl had rode ahead, finding Rosita, and they had both come back, her riding on her quad bike.

"Two other herds merged in "Silvia", so now it's even bigger. One of them came through here and the back end took down the bridge." She explained, as they all looked at the damage. "Took the walkie repeater with it."

"What about Route A?" Daryl asked. "Is that clear yet?"

"It's still too close to the herd."

"We can get to Alexandria from this side, stay there till it passes." Michonne suggested.

"No." Maggie answered. "Route A has taken days to clear before. I need to get home to Hershel."

"We could take Route D. It's early enough in the day." Carol said.

"Keep an eye on the trade road." Rick instructed. "In case anyone tries to move through. Gabriel, y'all can head back to Alexandria from here. The rest of us, we can go to the Sanctuary or Hilltop, stay the night, and head off from there. Take care. Get home safe."

"You should go with him." Daryl told Natalia.

"No." She shook her head. "Evie will be fine for the night, I'm staying with you."

"But-" He was looking at her stomach.

"Don't, I'm not arguing about it, I'm staying with you, so we can sort this mess out."

They had continued on.

"Rick, the horses can't pull the wagon out of the mud." Michonne said.

"Maggie, I think they need a break." Ken told his leader, the horses were getting anxious, jumpy.

"Maybe we should leave the supplies, send a group back in a day or two." Maggie suggested.

"It's risky." Michonne replied. "We've seen herds run through bigger things than this."

"We can swap out the horses, split up, take 'em out in the clear, give 'em a rest while we see what we can do about the trailers." Rick said.

"One, two, three."

They were attempting the pull the wagon out of the mud, they had also suggested Natalia should sit out, they'd only known for less than half a day and already treating her like she was fine china.

"Nothing is gonna change in a few hours, was doing this earlier." She had told them, before grabbing the rope.

"Rick." Michonne called.

Walkers were headed for them.

"We're almost there." Ezekiel said, he was the one pushing the wagon.

"One more time. One, two, three." Rick counted down.

They had managed to do it.

"Phew, I shoulda taken the opportunity." Natalia sighed, wiping her brow.

"You okay?" Daryl was quick to assess her.

"Yeah, fine." She looked at him, couldn't even joke around anymore, apparently.

"Good. Let's get out of here." Rick said, as the walkers were drawing nearer.

He ran ahead to help Ezekiel load up the wagon.

"Daryl, Michonne." He nodded at the few walkers reaching them

"On it." She answered, drawing her sword as Daryl flipped his knife, walking towards the closest ones.

Natalia pulled out her knife to help as well.

Walkers were approaching from the tree's as well, heading for the horses, Marco and Ken were occupied setting them free, when one was, he ran away.

"We gotta go." Rick told them. "Leave the wagon!" He said to Ken, who was still helping a horse get free.

Daryl pulled him away.

"No!" He turned back. "I gotta free her!"

"Ken, wait!" Rick called after him.

He cut the ties of the horse, setting her free, but before he could run back, a walker had grabbed a hold of him, chomping into the boys arm, then the horse kicked him down.

Natalia ran ahead, stabbing her knife into the walkers head, pulling it away from the unconscious Ken.

"Come on!" Rick said, they had got him with the others, Siddiq meeting up with them.

"They're gonna fix it. You're gonna be all alright." Marco told Ken as he started waking up.

Siddiq had amputated his arm and it was bleeding profusely.

"We'll keep the walkers away." Rick told the doctor.

"Okay. Enid, get the quick clot and a and a tourniquet." He instructed as the others got up to take out the gathering walkers.

It was no use, he hadn't made it, Maggie looked up as she cried for one of her people.

Ken was dead, and Maggie put him down.

Maggie had returned back to the Hilltop with Ken's body and her people, whilst the others left for the Sanctuary.

"Rick Grimes is here!" Mel called, as they entered, all the people of the Sanctuary stood at their stations, candles were lit along the place.

"That's the man that ended the war. Is Negan suffering? I hope he damn well is." Another asked Rick.

"Hello." Eugene greeted Daryl, Natalia was walking beside him. "All was well in your absence, other than a certain cabal of Saviours slingin' me some serious stink-eye, but I've compiled a list of items that need your semi-immediate attention."

"Not now, man." Daryl told him.

"I checked out the supplies." Laura joined them, since the fall of Negan, she had tried hard to get on the good side of her leaders wife, Natalia still didn't like her, but had noticed how she looked up to the both of them, she'd grown a lot kinder as well, not just in her personality, but in her looks as well. "It's a pretty good haul. You should let everybody know."

"I ain't getting up on a stage and giving a damn speech like him." He told her "It's bad timing. We just lost someone out there. I got other stuff I gotta figure out as well."

"Daryl." Michonne called, noticing something. "Does this happen often?"

Someone had graffitied the wall.

SAVIOURS SAVE US! WE ARE STILL NEGAN Was wrote on it.

"More an' more since the crops been dying." He told her. "Eugene, Jerry! You know who did that?"

"Don't know, man." Jerry answered.

"That would be a negative."

"Justin, clean that up." He told one of the Saviours, who had been a pain in the ass for the man, he was an idiot and he was obnoxious, Natalia strongly hated him.

"How?" He asked.

"How do you think, dumbass? Get some soap and water, scrub it., Paint over it, if you have to" Natalia told him, she was having an extremely bad day.

"We just used up all the paint." He shrugged.

"Figure it out." Daryl chimed in.

He sighed, putting down the book as he got up from his seat, walking away, his posture was lazy.

Rick had started a meet and greet with the people, shaking their hands.

"You see our crops, Rick?" The same man from earlier, asked.

"I did." He answered.

"The spring storms will be here in a few weeks, help us out, but we need a boost in the meantime."

"And you'll have it." He turned to speak to everyone. "We came back with farming tools, heirloom seeds. We're looking to the past to help us with the present. We're all gonna pitch in and make sure that Sanctuary has what it needs so you all can get back on your feet."

"Bless you, Rick Grimes. Thank you."

They applauded him.

"Guys such a martyr, why don't he take over the place" Natalia scowled, muttering to Daryl, away from everyone else.

He looked over to them, heading over.

"I'm gonna talk to him." He kissed her temple. "Then we're gonna talk."

"Guessing it ain't about my normal visits." She scoffed.

"Your visits is the reason we gotta talk." He told her, walking away

Natalia had waited for him outside, staring at the spot where Fat Joey had been killed all that time ago, she really did hate being here, and she knew he felt the same.

Eventually he came out, sitting down beside her and she instantly leaned her head on his arm.

"What he say?"

"That if I wanna come home, someone's gotta take my place, Eugene an' Rosita going Oceanside, so they're out."

"But, what about..." She looked down.

"Told him that, don't make a difference."

"I really am sorry, Daryl, I know we didn't want this, I didn't exactly mean to."

"Don't be stupid, it was a group effort, how'd you know there's two in there anyway?" He still had not wrapped his head around the word twins, neither of them had, and they were both feeling glum about it, compared to everyone else, who reminded them of how happy they were for the couple, any chance they had that day, acting like it was a rainbow on a stormy day.

"Siddiq said you can tell by the blood or whatever, I don't know, I thought I was just eating good. When was the last time we even had sex?"

Daryl thought for a moment.

"...A while." He looked at her as they swallowed thickly.

"I'd say over two months." She stared ahead, dropping her head into her hands.

Daryl rifled through his pocket, pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips as he lit it, he had no intention of sharing with Natalia, even though she needed it just as much as he did.

"It'll be alright, we'll figure it all out, we have to."

"Easy for you to say, Daryl, two babies, inside me, growing, then eventually, they're gonna come out." She groaned, though it was muffled.

Carol had joined them outside.

Daryl offered her the cigarette, which she took, before dropping it to the floor and stomping on it.

"The babies." She said, as Natalia still had her face in her hands. "Those things'll kill all of you."

She then sat down beside him.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He asked her.

"Wanted to see how the both of you were doing, by the looks of it, not great. " She looked at the woman.

Natalia let out another muffled groan of frustration.

"I'm happy for the both of you, even if you're not, this is a gift."

"Easy for you to say" Natalia looked up. "I'll trade with you, you and Ezekiel will do great, have them."

"Nah, I can't wait to be their favourite aunt, they can be little princes or princesses in the Kingdom, how's Evie going to take this?"

"I don't know, why?" Daryl asked her.

"She might feel left out." Carol said. "She's getting older, and, maybe the idea of you having your own kids might scare her, make her feel like she's being kicked out."

"Then we'll have to remind her that these were accidents and that we were perfectly happy with just her." Natalia dropped her face back into her hands, falling to lay on her back, the thing that had caused her current dilemma.

"Daryl." Carol said.

"Hmm?"

"I want to take over here for awhile, for you, and don't argue."

Natalia used her elbows to prop herself up.

"So you and Natalia can figure things out, for the babies, god knows I wanted Ed around when were having Sophia, a little help would've been nice."

"You gonna bring Henry and the King with you?" Daryl asked her.

"I haven't told him yet." She answered. "He asked me to marry him." Carol sighed

"What?" Natalia gasped, fully invested in her statement.

"Yeah. And part of me wanted to just say "yes" right then."

"Why didn't you?" Daryl asked.

"I don't know. I want to help out, take my time, you know?"

"You want me to stay here with you?" Daryl offered.

"No. The both of you need to be together, for these two. You showing yet?"

"Carol, I found out the same time you did." She lifted her shirt, still propped up by her elbows, "I thought I was just bloated, allergies or something."

There was no bump, just yet, but it was starting to form, if she hadn't done some investigation she sure would've found out soon enough.

"Oh God, I am pregnant." She whined, dropping all the way back, her arms covering her face.

"You're already glowing." Carol teased as Daryl looked at her stomach, gulping, he was gonna be a dad, to new born's, one's he actually had to raise from birth, until Evie chose him, he'd never even thought about having kids, his own father scared him from that idea a very long time ago.

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🙈 don't feel pressured but from the prompt list "how do they achieve a fully-assembled piece of IKEA furniture?" Sounds very interesting 🙈🙈 with almost any character I think 🙈

AAAAAH THIS IS SO LONG OVER DUE. I hope you enjoy~

IKEA day is a dangerous day.

It wasn't even the shopping that was problematic, but the monumental pain that came after, once her very first purchase from IKEA got delivered.

"Minor assembly needed my ass."

When she saw that everything came in a box, a box that when she opened was filled with all sorts of parts and a manual, the young collegiate knew where the rest of her afternoon was going to be allotted to. Seriously, how dare IKEA make her assemble her own furniture after having gone through all of the trouble earning the money to pay for it. Was it not enough that she's working part-time to afford the little necessities in life as she goes through Uni? Was it not enough that she spent hours in their store walking amidst a sea of diversity just to finally meet the sofa bed of her dreams which realistically meant the sofa bed within her budget?

Apparently, not so. Not when she had to furrow her brows over a manual that looked no more than scribbles and doodles to her. Or how she was trying to make sense of the other attachables that were needed in order to make sure the damn thing worked properly.

The audacity.

She simply couldn't get a break. And this was JUST the sofa bed. God forbid what she'd have gone through had she gone and purchased a cabinet or a table instead.

Now, on most occasions, she would just do things herself because Kristina didn't want to bother anyone with her personal belongings. But she just… couldn't be bothered to read a manual. It was a her problem, yes, but one that she was slowly trying to fix; however, not today. So, she called for her partner in crime…

"God, you're such a fucking asshole, I hate you."

…Zeke Yeager WHO she didn't think would come armed with the blonde star athlete of their football team, Reiner Braun.

"But do you really?" Zeke looked as amused as ever as his gaze went from Reiner who was busy with the manual, and Kristina who had walked up to him for complaints. Then again, seeing her flustered annoyance gave Zeke the feeling that she wasn't as angry as she let on. After all, he was doing her a favor. She asked for help, he was there to deliver. "That's the most hostile thank you that I've received from you, Krissy. This is worse than the time I brought you to the Warrior's victory party."

And just for that comment, he won himself a smack to the arm before the girl finally left him– fuming– to once again join Marley U's jock in making sense of her little IKEA conundrum.

"I'm sorry that he roped you into doing this." Kristina was particularly apologetic to Reiner as she continued to fit each piece of her sofa bed with its designated covers. Reiner on the other hand simply waved it off. It wasn't every day that he came over to do this sort of work, and every once in a while, it wasn't too bad. Everyone thought that all he was was a giant meathead that thought about nothing other than sports, and for the most parts, they weren't wrong. However, he wasn't opposed to doing a little bit of charity work or manual labor when he had the free time.

Besides, it's not as if he could really turn down their manager's invitation… let alone, his requests. When he heard about Zeke needing some help fixing up some furniture, it seemed like an easy enough job since he had some experience. The young football star had a modest dorm room when he didn't spend his days at his mother's house; and his dorm room had furniture that he himself assembled… also from IKEA. He could call himself a pro at this by now… after all the trial and error he'd had figuring it out himself.

What he didn't expect was for Zeke to bring him to a girl's place. And if he remembered correctly, it's the same one who he arrived with at the team's victory bash a few weeks ago.

"You new 'round these parts? Don't think I've seen you around that much before." Reiner asked, using the free Allen key to begin assembling some of the pieces that had been fitted with the covers.

"Kind of. To the neighborhood at least." She explained, dragging one of the parts to the 'assembly line'.

It's been a week since she moved from her father's house to this nice little complex. Definitely closer to school, and thankful far enough from the toxicity that came with living with her judgmental old man. She couldn't stand having to hear another reason why she's making a mistake by taking up teaching courses, rather than the path of medicine which he had planned out from the start.

"That so? You enjoying yourself so far— it's Krista- no, sorry, Kristina, right?" He fumbled, slightly embarrassed for mistaking her name for someone else's. A crush who happened to share the first five letters of the name.

"Y-yeah, that's me. And really, you don't need to apologize." She responded. "It's an easy mistake to make."

"Strange, most would expect an apology. Always thought people hated it when others got their names wrong— pass me that bolt, would you?"

And so Kristina did, passing him one of the bolts that would eventually keep the sofa bed together.

"Well, we've only met once. It'd be pretty unfair to assume you would remember. I keep my standards low."

At that sentiment, Reiner found himself lofting a brow, his head raised from what he was doing just to look at her. Did he just get dissed? "You got quite the mouth right there huh, you sayin' I can't remember names?"

"Was I wrong?" Did she hit a nerve? But then he chuckled, returning to the task at hand.

"Nah, I got it wrong the first try, yeah? Won't happen again, I promise." He reassured. For a moment, Kristina had her breath held. She thought it was over, that she wasn't ever going to have a chance to become friends with him all because of this damn mouth of hers. But he seemed more of a sport about it, more than her fears suggested at least.

"Hey, c'mere. I'll teach you how to put this part together. It's pretty easy." He called her over as he aligned the side panel with the storage space that made up one part of the girl's sofa bed. Reiner showed her the bar and screws that were needed to connect them together, and demonstrated screwing one of the screws using the Allen key.

"Pretty easy, right?" He confirmed.

"It is pretty easy, now that you've shown me how." She agreed.

"Pretty sure your boyfriend over there coulda shown you how too." But Reiner knew that Zeke had a bit of laziness in him. If it wasn't at all interesting, he wouldn't be too compelled to lift a finger. Or he'll find a different way to do it… which he guessed is what happened here.

Suddenly however, the blonde felt a sharp smack on his arm, catching him by surprise, followed by a horrified "He's not my boyfriend!" from her part.

"You don't have to be so shy, my dear Krissy. You can tell Reiner here how we've professed our undying lo—" Zeke chimed in, taking a drag of the cigarette that he had lit just a while ago as he watched them both work. Kristina's expression as she snapped her attention towards her best friend's direction almost caused Reiner to laugh, had he not caught himself. He had never seen someone looking so offended over a statement before.

"He sure is trying to sell it." He said, chuckling once again as he hands her the Allen key so that she can try it for herself.

"Please, don't take him seriously. He likes to embarrass me, as a hobby." Kristina explained, focusing on doing what she had been taught. There was a small glimmer in her eyes when the screw locked in place; and when Reiner himself inspected the rest that she had done, he raised his hand for a high-five that she had so rightfully earned.

Small talk persisted between the three of them as the work continued. Reiner had called out Kristina's dislike for manuals and watched her try to reason it out. Zeke often interjected to taunt the girl; finding some strange amusement in her being quite defensive.

It was, all in all, a leisurely day; the work prolonged due to the chit-chats and bickering. A peaceful time for three college kids, and an eventful day for one.

When they had finished with the assembly of the sofa bed, they bid their farewells. Kristina had offered to make them dinner as a form of repayment, but both Zeke and Reiner decided to take a raincheck for today. Zeke simply had something else to do for the night, and Reiner, well, he didn't want to be a bother even if the host had insisted.

"Next time." She remembered him say, with an apology to match. The girl, not wanting to press on for too much, compromised with that. It wasn't a bad deal at all. It would at least give her an excuse to meet Reiner again.

As she stared at her phone, she fondly looked at the new number that had been saved along with a message,

⌊ Reiner Braun ⌉

Hey, got practice in the afternoon tomorrow. Wanna drop by? Not sure if football's your thing, but I can introduce you to the team. Haha! Promise not to get your name wrong this time 'round.

it read.

Kristina never would have thought that this name would become part of her contacts. Maybe being friends with Zeke did have some benefits. Maybe him knowing that she liked the Warrior's 104 was a silver lining.

I'll be there ♪(´▽｀)

… and sent.

IKEA day was a dangerous day, because who would have thought that a little trouble was all it took for her heart to skip a few beats all throughout the day?

#We of the 104th - Answered #wolves-rider #◆ drabbles.#reiner #reiner braun #zeke yeager #zeke #kristina #kristina qual #aot oc #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot au #snk au

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Don't want to burn you out with requests but what's the most tragic scenario we can make about Clive suffering

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φ I want you to know that I would die for you. You are so sweet for caring about my health but I can promise you these asks are fuel to get through the rest of the day <3 If I get a burn-out, school is to blame. That being said, this is the occasion for me to go wild so I want to say a big thank you hehe !!

Alright so I had to get creative about this one because like- Clive already goes through it in canon, and also I exploded him yesterday, I'm killing him today, might torture him tomorrow, so really what more can I do right ? And then I realized. Tragic. Suffering.

What is more tragic than perpetuating the cycle of violence ? What hurts more than losing yourself in it ? What scenario could be worse than becoming who you were trying to destroy ?

(Re)introducing Bad Times AU, also known as the Ouch WIP. This is the Claire and Dimitri swap AU where everyone is extra miserable and unhappy. It may not be the angstiest AU of the game but I feel like its events fit well this request.

This takes place after the last WIP where Claire realizes Clive has doomed her. She has successfully caught up with him before he starts his machine, therefore giving way for one final confrontation between Claire and Clive !

Claire caught up with him right in front of the Thames Arms. It was funny, she supposed, because they had celebrated every major success in this very place : Dimitri had insisted on it, a way to build some team cohesion.

Team cohesion- yeah, right.

"Stop right there," she commanded, and he had the audacity to obey.

How could he ? After everything they'd been through, every effort she'd made- how could he do that ? How could he just condemn her and then move on to kill more innocents as if it was nothing ?

Did he even realize what he was doing ? What he had done ?

Clive turned around to face her. He was oddly calm, his expression neutral as he eyed her up and down. "I wasn't expecting you here," he simply said.

Claire had expected him to at least fake remorse, give a half-hearted apology that he would have never meant, but he couldn't even bother to do that. "What do you think you're doing ?"

They both knew the answer : starting up a giant war machine. Destroying all of London. Making sure no one would ever forget his crimes, because nobody would care to remember Bill's after this day.

Clive said nothing.

He turned to get away, and Claire moved without thinking : grabbing his arm, she jerked him closer. "Why won't you answer ? Is it because you know the truth ? That you're just like us- just like Bill."

He yanked his arm free, a look of sheer rage on his face. "I am not !!"

That was more like it. He wasn't that dignified, unreachable person- he didn't deserve to be unbothered by any of this, she decided.

She had come to stop him, but at that moment Claire realized that she didn't care about reasoning him. Why should she ? That man was the reason she was dying. She didn't have to save him if he had killed her. She wasn't a martyr, a good little lamb who saw the good in everyone. She wasn't an all forgiving God.

She was a human, and she had enough.

"Yes you are. You put yourself with the little people, thinking you're a hero who stands up against the bullies, but you don't care about the little people. You never did !"

"Shut up !" He yelled. He looked hurt and furious, as if he still had any right to feel either of it. "You don't understand !!"

"Oh, but I do. We've all harmed people because we were selfish. Bill wanted his money, Dimitri wanted fame, I- well I guess I wanted to live, but you know that."

"I don't-"

"But you ?" She cut him off, and she could see how unbearable this was for him to hear. Too bad- she didn't think she could stop herself if she wanted too, and she didn't. "You harm people for the sake of harming them. You're no better than us. You're worse, actually." Claire felt high and free, and was it what it felt like to finally fight back ? Or was it the feeling of her body giving out, of her mind losing touch with reality ?

Was she hallucinating, or was her whole body suddenly glowing ?

Clive wasn't answering anymore, his hands hiding his face and grasping at strands of his hair : he was shaking, a mess in his body and mind. Was he hurt ? Crying ? Claire couldn't bring herself to care. She was going to die because of him, he could at least endure a blow to his ego. And if that made her petty, mean or selfish ? She didn't care. She was dying. She was dead. And it was his fault this time.

Her vision was starting to get blurry, but she kept going anyway. "The truth is, it was never about scientists. It wasn't even about politicians. It's about people like you, who intentionally harm others to get what you want." She wasn't even sure he could still hear her. Was she talking to him or was she just getting it all out ? Why wasn't he reacting anymore ? "You are the problem, Clive, as much as we are : we, however, are not trying to pin the blame on someone else."

It felt good- it shouldn't feel good. Hershel would be disappointed. Well, she wouldn't get to see him again because of Clive, so did it really matter what Hershel would think ? She was dying either way.

She heard a muffled sound come from behind Clive's hands. Oh, so he was crying. This was quite pathetic and infuriating after everything he'd done- or well, planned to do. He hadn't started his machine yet, had he ? He could still... turn back, she realized. Then the only one he'd had killed would be her, although she was already dead.

She absolutely refused to comfort him, but his crying was making her more and more uncomfortable.

Except he wasn't crying.

His head jerked back as his whole body shook with uncontrollable laughter. He was laughing like a mad man, breathless and unstoppable. The sorrow, shame, horror Claire had seen him display- it was all gone, as if it had never even reached him.

Claire... didn't know how to react. She wasn't expecting that- she wasn't expecting much of anything, really. She had been- she had been thoughtlessly lashing out, she realized. Just like him.

"Well, maybe you're right," he was laughing like they were on in some kind of joke, a silly little secret they'd have shared during a sleepover or something, as if they weren't talking about destroying London. She clenched her fists, chills running down her spine. He had lost it- he had truly and finally lost it.

His laughter finally died down, but the smile remained : crazy eyes stared at her, piercing through her very soul. "But if you are, I need to do this more than I thought."

Claire took a step forward, tone firm and cold. God, she felt so cold all of a sudden. "Didn't you hear ? It won't solve anything. You're not helping anyone, not even yourself !! Hershel is going to stop you, and then there will be no second chance for you." Was- why was everything blending together around her ? Why couldn't she see the trees and boats and river anymore ? Why couldn't she hear the birds singing ?

Why couldn't she feel anything ?

Clive watched this, the result of his own actions. The death of his hero's lover. The professor wouldn't get there in time to save her.

Layton wouldn't get there in time to save him.

"I think people like us never get any real second chances."

-_-_-_-

I love Claire. I am so angry that she solved everyone's problems and never got to do or say anything about her own. She deserved that lashing out so I'm giving it to her.

On the other hand, I have always been fascinated by Clive listening very quietly and nicely to Layton's biography of him, and going all villainous laughter only AFTER Hershel is done. I think he snapped when he realized that there was no going back, that the trap was closing on him.

#Claire speaking only the truth and I love her for that #Clive is just messed up in this AU sorry #But yeah the tragedy is becoming worse than the man who destroyed your life #And being unable to stop yourself once you've realized it #Clive 'Deep down I feel like you're right but I can't reverse this change I've been through' Dove #clive dove #Claire Foley #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #My writing #Ask #Bad Times AU

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