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With You part 11

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Summary: Buckle up. That's it, that's the summary

Pairings: Jake Lockley x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader. Gender neutral reader. No use of Y/N. Reader is married to the system.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings/notables: Angst, a little fluff, crying, cursing, injury, blood. Sex but language is not overly explicit and remains gender neutral. Mentions of alcoholism and abuse. Lmk if I missed a warning. inaccurate DID, based on the show. Not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY, on "With You"...

"I understand," you whispered, your eyes wide, with a sliver of hope. "But you can say it again."

Tracing your lips with his thumb, he tried to show you everything inside his heart. He didn't deserve you, but he couldn't live without you anymore.

"I'm so sorry," he translated, brushing his lips over yours. "My love... please forgive me." Rubbing his nose against yours tenderly, he breathed against your mouth. "I love you."

You sat with your back pressed against the headboard of your bed, legs stretched out across the mattress. You were so tired, but too wired to sleep.

Your sleeping husband's head rested on your thigh, facing you - lips slightly parted, cheek squished, soft curls stubbornly tumbling across his forehead - despite how many times you'd raked them aside.

Gentle breaths escaped his pliable, kissable lips. The angry slice through his bottom lip made you really fucking irate at the bloody stupid pigeon. How dare he hurt Marc?

And the lip cut was the least of his worries. A bandage stretched across his dark eyebrow, with a huge length of gauze covering the sutures on his side. Multiple scrapes and bruises appeared, littering his dark skin as the night went on.

He may have been restlessly slumbering with physical wounds, but your heart was aching.

Just a little while ago, Jake changed your entire life. After working so hard to find peace without him, he crashed back into your world, bleeding and just as damn infuriating as ever.

But...he loved you.

Even now, hours later, your heart surged with longing as your stomach did somersaults. Jake was so different from your husband, and you were not the same when you were with him either. But these damn injuries hadn't afforded you much in the way of any...physical expressions of love.

With his strong forearm flexing behind your back, pressing you against his body, your foreheads resting sweetly together - his lips brushed yours as he confessed his feelings.

He loved you.

Jake captured your mouth with a surge of passion, immediately hissing in pain as your tongue ran over his cut.

"Shit! Jake, I'm sorry," you gasped, bravely reaching to caress the strong angle of his jaw after feeling so deeply rejected only moments before. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean - "

"Shh, cariño, it's okay," he soothed, his mouth curling at how sweet you were. "Come here." Then he kissed you. It was slow. Passionate. He was hurt, but he had tasted you before and he wouldn't ever give up another chance.

Sucking on your top lip for so long it felt like torture, he finally ran his tongue over your teeth, then rolled his tongue over yours. As you gasped out a little whine, his hands slid down to grasp your hips - squeezing, pulling you demandingly against him.

You jerked back suddenly, tasting blood on your tongue. "Jake, we have to stop," you panted, your forehead dropping to his cheek. His breath mingled with yours as he tried to steady himself.

"I don't want to stop," he admitted, his voice raw and gruff - so much deeper than the timbre to which you were accustomed.

Unable to resist the feel of you, he pulled you into a desperate hug, which you melted into willingly.

"Shit," he hissed, jerking away as pain flared up his wounded side.

"You're hurt." It was stating the obvious, but you were concerned. "I don't want to be the reason you rip those stitches."

With a dark chuckle, Jake's eyebrows shot up, even as he eased out of your embrace to clutch his side. "Could be fun though."

"That's not even funny," you fired back, narrowing your eyes. "It was hell to get those things into you in the first place."

With a self-assured smirk, Jake reached for your fingers. "Keep talking about putting things into me, and I won't care what happens to my stitches, cariño."

Bringing your fingers to his (bloody) lips, he thought to kiss them, just like the first night he "met" you. Remembering his wound, he instead rubbed his nose over your knuckles before squeezing your hand. Pulling your joined hands to his chest, he laid your palm over his wildly beating heart.

"What? No smartass reply?" He teased, eyes darkening as you swallowed hard and wet your lips.

"I-I'm just distracted," you sputtered, taking a moment to clear your throat, "and worried." After all, his mouth was still bleeding.

"Right," he nodded, stretching out his fingers to touch your cheek. "It figures that I would...you know...completely fuck this up."

"What do you mean?" You questioned, your thumb tracing circles on the muscles of his chest.

"This. You...and me. And, you know...us. Me ignoring you for a month - "

"Almost three months," you fired back.

Shrugging one shoulder, he shook his head. "It all feels like one, never-ending wish to see you again, to me."

"Then why didn't you talk to me?" You whispered, leaning your cheek into his touch. "I missed you so bad, Jake."

"I don't deserve you, mi amor. I'll never deserve you." Before you could protest - and the two of you could start bickering again - (which he could not endure unless he felt well enough to take out his frustrations in other ways) - he clarified.

"You save lives. You saved my life. You save Marc's life every day. So that includes Steven too." Swiping his thumb over your cheek, he squeezed your hand that rested on his chest.

"I take lives. I have so much blood on my hands - including Marc's." Reluctantly stepping back, he gestured to the bandage on his side. "This is Marc's blood. It's my fault. You love him and...I hurt him. I hurt people. And you save them."

"You save them too, Jake," you reminded him. "You may have saved Marc's life tonight, and I know you've done it before."

Rubbing his arm reassuringly, you gazed up into his beautiful eyes. "Of course I love Marc. But I love you too. And you're hurt too."

Reaching for his hand, you guided him to sit back down on the bed, which he did with another groan of pain.

"You know what else, Jake?" You leaned in to whisper on his ear, making him shiver with want. "You're just as stubborn as Marc too." Easing back, you gave him a mischievous smile. "Ask him how that works out for him."

Jake was a tangled mess of pain, exhaustion, desire, adoration, unworthiness - his heart was burning for you. He felt alive for the first time in his life. What was he going to do with you?

A hell of a lot, if he could just heal up a little bit.

But to answer your question, he chuckled, referring to you letting Marc know he had met his match when it came to stubbornness. "Uh, he told me. 'Game fucking on'?"

"Game fucking on," you grinned. "Now you need to rest," you commanded, directing him to ease down onto the mattress. "Nurse's orders."

Damn, that did things to Jake. He was unwell on every level and he needed you so bad.

Suddenly desperate at the thought of being parted from you, he grabbed your knee, eyes turning up to you pleadingly. "You won't leave me?"

"Of course not," you soothed, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

Nodding quickly, he tried to get comfortable, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh. "I'm sorry...about tomorrow. I'm never me when I wake up."

"I know that, it's okay," you softly reassured him, directing him to lay his head on your lap. Like an eager puppy he snuggled up to you, absolutely living for your affection.

"I know but...one of them will be here, and they'll be hurt." He swallowed, pausing for a moment as you dabbed his cut lip to try to clean it up again. "Steven won't know what happened...which isn't fair, really. It might scare him at first, to wake up in pain."

With a long, weary sigh, he went on. "And Marc..."

He never said anything else. He didn't have to.

Marc, who had been fighting his demons since Khonshu swept back into his life. Who daily fought his addiction. Marc, who was trying to protect his protector. And Steven. And you. Marc, your husband - the love of your life. Who would give his life for yours in a second, but was faced with the conundrum that anything happening to his own life would hurt Steven too.

Marc who Khonshu abandoned. Betrayed. Hurt.

There was really no preparing for the array of possibilities that came with the notion of Marc being the one to wake up.

"I'll try," Jake murmured, holding onto your leg like a child holding a teddy bear. "I'll try to wake up and be me."

Before long, he was asleep.

You tried to stop your mind from obsessing over everything that had happened - on a personal level with Jake, and on a heartbreaking, rage-inducing level with Marc getting hurt. You were so fucking done with stupid Egyptian deities.

And you worried about which one of them would wake up.

You got your answer a while later, after you had finally dozed in your sitting position. First you heard a groan of pain and felt his body shift. A small whimper followed as his hand flew to his side.

"Bloody hell," Steven hoarsely whispered, his eyes flying open as pain surged through his sleepy body. "What..."

"Baby? Hey," you cooed, caressing his face. "It's okay. You guys got a little hurt last night. You're okay. You're safe."

Attempting to sit up, he moaned in pain, immediately dropping back down to where he started.

"Hey, hey...you have a cut on your side, sweetheart. Take it easy so your stitches don't rip."

"Stitches?" He gasped. "What the hell happened? Feels like my body's on fire."

Shit. Knowing Steven, he probably meant the pain, but you were worried about your less-than-practiced sutures. He likely needed some antibiotics just in case of infection. Ughh, why did you agree to all this?

But...this was Steven. Sweet Steven. Reasonable Steven. "I know and I'm so sorry. Let me help you get dressed and we need to get to A&E."

Yeah, yeah, yeah - Jake had demanded no hospital. No police. But you damn sure weren't going to let an infection or your shitty stitch work take down your husband. If Khonshu wanted his avatar's business to be kept discreetly hidden away in the night, he could lend a healing fucking hand.

"I don't understand," Steven huffed, trying again to sit up. Everything hurt. "I thought...Khonshu. I thought we couldn't get..."

"I'll explain everything," you promised, helping Steven get all the way up. "On the way."

It took zero convincing to get Steven dressed and out the door. Explaining last night's shenanigans was a little more challenging. For now, you left out the 'Jake and I love each other' bit, although you did admit he was there. That it was he who got Marc home.

Steven was livid. Lacing his fingers through yours in the waiting room, he gripped his side with his other hand. He kept chewing on his bottom lip, only to hiss, "Ouch!" every time his teeth pulled at the cut there.

"Steven, I am so, so sorry," you told him, for the hundredth time.

"Not your fault, darling," he softly said, squeezing your fingers, while staring straight ahead, stone cold. "Stupid fucking pigeon. How could he do that to Marc... I'll speak to the Ennead m'self, I swear to - "

"I know," you interrupted, lowering your voice as a mom, seated beside a young child, glared at the two of you.

"I'll do whatever I can to help you. We'll figure it out, but I want to make sure you get medicine and whatever you need, because you're not as stubborn as the other two."

That made Steven smile. "I realized a long time ago - no use in arguing with you, love. You're always right anyway."

"Oh, I do love you," you laughed, laying your head on his shoulder.

Thankfully, the doctor who treated Steven didn't involve the police. She actually complimented your sutures but agreed a round of antibiotics was the best way to go. She offered to write a script for a strong pain medication, but Steven declined, knowing Marc avoided nearly all addictive substances.

So you spent the rest of the day in the flat with Steven. He asked if you should try to go in late to work, but you assured him that wasn't happening. All you had to do was tell your supervisor your husband was attacked and she said to take all the time you needed.

The two of you made sure to contact Steven's professors and make sure he was clear of his shifts at the university library. Then you sat down with some vegan burritos and had a good, long think about Khonshu, Marc and Jake.

"I'm not trying to put you in the middle here, Steven. I'm just terrified of what could happen next," you explained, your eyes drooping as the two of you rested on the couch.

Noticing how tired you looked, Steven motioned for you to lie down on his lap. You protested by shaking your head, reminding him he was the one who was hurt.

"Darling, you've barely slept at all. You can't go on like this," he soothed, tracing his fingers up and down your arm. "You take care of of us so well. Just rest a bit."

"Maybe we should just go to bed," you mumbled, preferring to snuggle up together than you fall asleep with him in this position.

So you did. You washed up, checked his stitches, put on the coziest pajamas and crawled into bed at 7pm.

You slept for 11 straight hours. When you woke up and realized your husband wasn't beside you, you may have panicked just a little. Bolting out of bed, you called out for Steven. Both Marc and Steven were in the habit of responding to you calling the name of the last person you were with.

But no one answered. If Jake, or worse, Marc, was out on the streets doing any Moon Knight shit, you were going to have a nervous breakdown.

You checked the bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen. You looked on the counter for a note about the roof. Scurrying back to your bedroom, you found your phone. No messages. Time to check the roof anyway.

Grabbing Marc's tan hoodie, you hurriedly dialed their number, praying they would answer.

"I'm in the kitchen."

Marc.

You ran, wondering how you could have missed a room you already checked.

"Here." His voice barely rose above a whisper. Shoulders sagging in relief, your gaze fell to the floor - to where Marc huddled beside, and partially under, the kitchen table. He had tucked his body all the way against the wall, near the cupboard, as if attempting to make himself invisible.

His knees were drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped protectively around his legs - head bowed.

"Marc?" You gently called, actually sinking down to the floor to approach him carefully. You wondered how he could sit in such a folded up position with a long, deep gash on his side.

"Is it okay if I sit with you?" You attempted, keeping a little bit of safe distance between the two of you.

Clearing his throat, he kept his head bowed. "Sorry I scared you."

"It's okay - "

"It's not," he objected emphatically.

Drawing a deep breath, you crawled over to sit beside him, back to the wall, knees drawn up, mirroring him. But you didn't touch him yet.

"Okay," you conceded. "You're right. Didn't feel great to wake up and wonder where you were. You're hurt and I'm scared. But you're here, so..."

You didn't finish your thought. It was a little difficult to not touch him. Both Steven and even Jake were a little more handsy than Marc, especially when he was upset. You'd always known what to say to Marc, but you found yourself at a loss right at the moment.

It was like he was on an island that you didn't know how to reach. And that thought squeezed your heart like a vice.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in a while," you whispered, deciding to be transparent with him, as always. "I missed you."

He didn't answer. Okay, new approach.

"Hey, do you want to watch cartoons?" You proposed. Sometimes jumping off-topic would prompt him to talk. Not always. But sometimes a distraction was just what he needed. "We could eat cereal. Are you hungry?"

"No," he mumbled, without an ounce of emotion. He wouldn't even look at you. "I know what you're doing. I...I love you for trying."

"I love you for trying," you affirmed, your voice laced with sweet conviction. "Whatever it is you're fighting through right now...Marc, I'm with you."

"I know." That's all the said for several, long minutes. Finally he lifted his head and used his thumb to fiddle with his wedding band. "Kind of part of the deal now. Sorry about that."

Reaching tentatively over for his hand, you traced the band with your finger. "Sorry about what?"

Turning watery eyes to you, he laced his fingers with yours. "I'm sorry I lied to you. O-or didn't tell you...about Moon Knight." Sniffing, he squeezed your hand. "I'm sorry I got Steven hurt. Almost killed. What would you do without him?"

"What would I do without you?" Pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles, you scooted close enough so your shoulders touched. "You're right - I really wish you would have told me that you were wearing the suit again. That's...it's a lot, Marc."

"I know," he lamented. "I thought I could...I don't know - fix things before you had to worry about me being in the suit again. I was trying...and then Khonshu just..."

His head dropped defeatedly into his free hand. After a moment, he pushed his fingers through his curls. "He told me I was nothing. That I should be dead and Jake should be left alone to be his avatar. He sounded just...just like her."

His lower lip trembled as his eyes met yours.

"Come here, baby," you whispered, pulling him carefully into your arms.

You were angry. Like really fucking livid. Marc had already been struggling with some typical (and some new) self-worth issues after learning about Jake and breaking his sobriety. He panicked more than once about the thought of Khonshu still having a hold on them. And now, an actual deity was echoing a lifetime of PTSD and trauma back on his head, telling him he was worthless? Leaving him to get beaten? Killed? No fucking way.

"I'm with Steven on this," you calmly started to explain. "We have to figure out how to get you the hell away from Khonshu. And it's going to start with Jake not going out at night anymore. Steven's going to do some research - "

"I don't think Jake's gonna like that," Marc protested.

You scoffed as he eased out of your embrace and leaned back against the wall.

"I don't care. This shit is going to get you killed. I don't care if it's Jake's body too. This is fucking done."

"Besides," you went on, "if Khonshu gave a shit about Jake as his avatar, he would have healed him by now. Isn't that his thing? God of the moon and healing and a bunch of other boring shit?"

Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, Marc pulled it up, revealing his completely healed side wound. "Already done."

"What?" You gasped, running your fingers over his soft flesh. It was then that you noticed, in the dim lighting, that the cut on his mouth and eyebrow were gone. Suddenly it dawned on you what this could mean. Cold fear gripped your heart at the idea of Khonshu interacting with Marc in any way.

"When did this happen?"

Marc shrugged. "Last night I guess. Don't remember."

"Jake," you huffed. "He seriously went out there last night? How could he do that?"

"I don't know," Marc murmured, barely audibly. "I don't know anything. I don't do anything..." Withdrawing back into himself physically, his voice trailed off. He wanted to be anywhere but his own skin.

So you got Steven for the rest of the day. Now healed and rested, he decided to go about his normal day.

But not you. You made sure to drink zero coffee and took a natural sleep aid while Steven was gone. You had slept 11 hours, sure, but you were about to take a huge nap. Because you were not sleeping tonight.

Not until you talked to Jake.

Everything went according to plan. You slept for 3 hours, woke up, called out of work for the next two days and started dinner.

Steven came home, angelic as ever, and read to you for a while, after you asked if he could take your mind off things. Of course he started speaking French which led to him really taking your mind off things.

You went to bed like normal, but as soon as Koala Steven was sound asleep, latched onto you like usual, you carefully pried yourself away and waited for Jake.

Gone were all your notions of letting people make their own choices - acknowledging that you couldn't change someone's mind. Jake better have one hell of an explanation.

Sure enough, after a couple hours of Steven sleeping soundly, your husband dragged himself out of bed. Unfortunately for him, you were ready to pounce.

"Jake?" You asked for confirmation, stepping right into his path as he climbed out of bed.

He actually smiled. As if he might be pleased to see you.

Noticing you were clearly, visibly upset, he reached to grasp your elbows. Classic Jake. "What's wrong, mi vida?"

Dragging in a shaky breath, you tried very hard to give him a chance to explain before you had a complete nervous breakdown - and beat his ass.

"What are you doing? Right now, what are you doing?" You demanded, your voice terse and accusing.

Dark eyebrows drawn together, Jake shook his head. "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

Placing your hands on his chest, your palms pressed down emphatically. "Tell me right now where you're going. Why are you awake? Why is Steven not sleeping? Answer me."

Touching his forehead to yours, his arms slid around your back. "You know where. I have a job."

"Bullshit," you hissed, using your fists to lightly bang on his chest. "Working for Khonshu is not a job. You're not going!"

"Hey...hey," he soothed, trapping your wrists in his hands. His heart shattered when you started to cry.

"How could you do this?" You brokenly whispered, one tear rolling down your cheek. "After what he did to Marc? How could you sneak back out to him?"

"I did it for him," Jake defended.

"Bullshit!" You repeated, jerking your wrists out of his grasp. "You could have gotten him killed!"

"Mi vida - "

"You weren't there when he was beat half to death - when he was stabbed," you sobbed, dodging his attempts to reach for you. "You weren't there when Steven sat in the waiting room half the day, feeling the pain that he caused!

"You're never here when I need you," you went on, fully crying now, eyes glistening, lips trembling. "You waited until I was asleep and then you left - " Your fists clenched angrily by your sides. "You took Marc and you took Steven and you went out there again. How could you?"

You may as well have taken the glass used to tear through Marc's side and shoved it right into Jake's heart. All the air left his lungs as you accused him, your beautiful face so broken - your voice tinged with such anguish.

Fidgeting uncomfortably, Jake blew out a long breath, running his hands down his face before they landed on his hips.

"Look, I know how you feel about them. I know it's Marc you want with you here right now. And not me. And that's why I did it." His breath trembled as he attempted to explain, his beautiful brown eyes glistening. "I leave at night so you can be with him all day. I told you."

"That's not what I - "

"And I only went to Khonshu for Marc," he went on, stepping up to you boldly. "To tell him to heal us. To tell him to never touch Marc or speak to him ever again."

"I'm sure that went over well," you despondently replied, your voice hollow. "Trying to tell a god what to do."

"I did tell him what to do," Jake confirmed, reaching for your arms again. "And we made a deal."

Sniffing, you started to cry again. This couldn't be good. "What deal?" you whispered.

"A deal to give you what you want," he promised, easing down to look into your troubled, tear-filled eyes. "Khonshu gets me - you get Marc."

"What does that mean?" You whimpered. "I don't understand."

"Khonshu healed Marc," he explained. "He'll never interact with him again. Or Steven. As long as I...serve him. Be his avatar - "

"No," you cried, shoving his chest weakly, breaking down completely. "Tell him no."

"It's done. I'm sorry," he whispered, folding you close and rocking you gently. "You get your husband and I...I'm supposed to stay away from you."

Everything stopped.

Your tears. Your sorrow. Your whole world.

With one phrase, Jake caused every tender and sorrowful emotion to boil raging hot and evaporate into the air around you, leaving only rage.

Your breathing changed - your skin heated up - your vision blurred.

Where, only a moment ago, you were a wilting flower in his arms - now you were rigid - wrath consuming every thought - every corner of your mind.

"What did you say?" You harshly whispered, once again, jerking out of his grasp. "What the fuck did you just say to me, Jake?"

Your eyes flashed with fury. "Khonshu ordered you to stay away from your little 'distraction'?" you hissed, "and you just agreed?"

Jake was struck speechless for a moment. But you didn't leave him a beat of silence to respond anyway.

"So everything you said to me the night I sewed you up - that was complete bullshit," you seethed.

"Of course it wasn't!" Jake cried, grabbing your arms, trying to get you to listen.

But you wouldn't, wrenching yourself from him again, only for him to closely follow until suddenly, you ran out of floor, your back thudding against the bedroom wall.

"Move," you ordered, your jaw clenching in fury. "Don't fucking touch me."

"No," Jake growled, pressing his body solidly into yours. Shoving his strong, muscled thigh between your legs, he gripped your hips, locking you in place - trapping you against the wall.

"Move!" you spat, squirming in his powerful embrace. Realizing you weren't strong enough to wriggle free, you pounded on his chest. "You don't love me! Why did you say that you love me?" Your lip trembled, your body fighting his relentlessly, until you finally sagged against him, defeated.

"I love you," he swore, touching his forehead to yours. Then he softly called your name. "I love you. Khonshu told me to stay away from you. I told him we're married. And he could go to hell."

He didn't wait for an answer. No more talking.

Licking hotly into your mouth, he kissed you with four years of pent-up passion. Hands still squeezing your hips, he pulled you roughly against him.

Your body melted into his as he gripped your thighs, pulling them around his waist. This time, when he dragged you back, he thrusted up to meet you, sucking hotly on your tongue.

As a little bit of the shock began to wear off, you tangled your fingers in his dark locks, using the leverage of your thighs to haul yourself to meet his thrusting - your bodies creating a delicious friction.

Tearing his mouth away from yours, he yanked your t-shirt over your head, growling as he ran his hands all over your chest. You did the same - pulling Steven's pajama top off, moaning in pleasure as your bare skin met his.

"Jake," you panted as he kissed across your jaw, hotly mouthing down your throat.

"Jake, please," you gasped, whining out in protest as he pried your thighs from his waist and set you down. Without hesitation, he touched his forehead to yours - a move you were coming to expect and adore from him - pushing down his pajama pants before yanking at your underwear.

The sight of you completely naked made him desperate for you in a way he had never felt before. Rushing back to each other, your mouths fused in explosive passion - the two of you stumbling somewhere - maybe toward the bed, but you never made it - instead melting to the floor.

Jake rolled you underneath him, running long fingers up your inner thigh. Mouthing a trail to your ear, he touched and teased you right where you wanted, his voice tickling and electrifying you completely.

"Please let me have you," he begged, even as his hands made you gasp in pleasure. "I've wanted you for so long."

"Don't stop," you panted, your body already beginning to tremble with euphoria. "Never stop."

Your bodies tangled - pressing, pulling and thrusting as Jake finally claimed you as his own. His hungry kisses stifled your moans and cries of ecstasy, and he whispered that he loved you as he lost himself inside you.

Pulling you on top of his chest, he collapsed, running his hands tenderly down your back, over the soft curve of your ass and back up. Your ear pressed against his bare chest and the sound of his thundering heart made your heart flare with love for him.

"I love you," you whispered, placing a soft kiss to the spot right over his heart. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, mi amor," he soothed, continuing to stroke your skin possessively. "The other two - they love how calm you are. But I see your fire." With a mischievous chuckle, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Remember I'm the one who drives you crazy."

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Stay ⸻ Robert Oppenheimer

pairing | cillian!robert oppenheimer x reader

summary | You’ve always known that Robert was the love of your life. How will you cope when he moves to Germany?

word count | 1.7k

Warnings: I dunno why all my oppie fics have a sad touch to them, breeding kink, baby trap, p in v sex, sub!robert, kinda dark!reader, insecure!reader

Robert Oppenheimer was a man burdened by fate, of dreams and visions of a future he couldn’t yet understand. He would wake up in the middle of the night, desperate eyes glazing across the room, only to land on his bedroom window, watching as the rain pattered against the glass. Who was there to comfort him but you? the only one who truly knew him, the only one who would hold him for hours, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he finally fell asleep, blessed with your gentle touch and soothing words.

You had always thought that Robert was different from the others. He was gentle and kind, not as masculine, but not short of the handsome features and gentlemanly behavior men were expected to possess. He was breathtaking. Every time you were around him you felt like you were witnessing a true beauty, a genius, a bird with wings that would soon fly away, up into the air and out of your reach, destined for a future you weren't a part of.

Your concerns had only reached their peak when he voiced to you his desire of traveling abroad, to Germany. You knew he was never good with practical things, so it was no wonder he didn't enjoy experimental physics. You just didn't expect him to want to move away to seek his passion. Was he planning on bringing you with him?

"Niehls Bohr suggested I go to Göttingen," Robert had said one day during dinner, "study there under Max Born. I think I'll go. I'm useless in the lab."

You stayed quiet, nodding. Had he thought of what you were going to do? The horrible thought entered your mind that maybe Robert wasn't as committed to this relationship as you were. After all, most couples would have gotten married by this point. Dating culture had only just now become a thing, and that too it was for younger folks. While marriage was where you expected to head, maybe Robert had different ideas. He'd always been a difficult one to grasp onto.

"Is something wrong?" Robert asked, eyebrows creasing a little. "Did — did I do something?"

You shook your head and lied. "No. And no."

Robert became quiet as well. It wasn't until you both finished with your food did he finally speak up, "You don't have to come. I think it would be better if you stay."

There was a little tug on your heart, like a string was wrenching it, causing it to curl up on itself the way a child does when crying. So, he didn't want you to come with him.

"Why?" you asked quietly.

Robert paused. "Well, you have your family here. It would be ridiculous for me to ask you to move. You'd have to learn a new language, leave your life behind . . . "

He was being reasonable. Like always.

You put away the dishes after dinner. Robert went to bed, and you followed soon after with a tired sigh. Sometimes you hated the way things were. It hurt. He would never know, never understand how much you loved him. If you were in his place, you wouldn't have made such a big decision on your own. Or at least, you would have begged him to come with you. You felt like crying. What were you supposed to do now?

After an hour of trying to fall asleep, listening to Robert's uneven breathing, you felt something poking your thighs. It took you a moment to register what it was, but when you finally did, you were annoyed, a simmering anger starting to burn within you.

"Seriously, Robert?" you said, turning around to face him. This wasn't something you had expected, definitely not after what was a tense conversation.

"S-sorry," Robert stuttered out, pulling himself away. You could hear his breathing becoming more shallow and his voice more lustful. "You do something to me."

You were about to make some witty comment about how desperate he was, leave him all horny and bothered while you went to sleep, but the situation presented an opportunity. You felt a twinge of guilt knowing that you were taking advantage of the man you loved, but how else were you supposed to ease your insecurities? Besides, this was bound to happen sooner than later. If anything, Robert would be grateful. It would solve everything.

You flipped yourself over and sat on top of Robert, right about his throbbing cock. He arched his back a little, trying to get some friction, but after a few moments of attempting to do so, he gave up and rested his head back on the pillow.

"I do something to you?" you repeated, trailing your fingers across his jawline. You loved every part of Robert, especially his face. He was so goddamn beautiful, and needy, and pathetic. He was just made for you. "Of course I do."

Robert placed his hands on your hips, feeling the fabric of your nightgown. "Please," he begged, tugging on it like a child.

"Please what?" you asked, pinching his nose.

"Mmm. Ride me," he choked out, his voice hoarse. "Ride me like I belong to you."

You huffed. "Oh, but you do Robert. You do belong to me."

Reaching your hand back, you rubbed his cock through his pants. He let out a soft sigh, the fabric crumpling. Outside, it had begun to drizzle, the clouds a bright white, lighting up the room even though it was night.

"But sometimes you need to be reminded," you added, watching as the pleased expression on his face turned into one of confusion.

"I don't need to be reminded."

"Oh, really? Why is it that you sprung all this news upon me all of a sudden? Moving to Germany," you scoffed. "Without telling your woman? What, you thought you could just decide to leave one day? Decide to leave me behind?"

You squeezed his cock, hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Hurts."

You tightened your grip. "I just want to understand. Have you found someone else? Is that why you don't want me to come?"

"No," he protested, frowning. He squirmed a little. "I was thinking about you. I thought you didn't . . . I thought you wouldn't want to come." Maybe he thought that would do the trick, but when you still didn't let go of his cock, he continued, "I was going to write you letters! S-send you flowers — and — and, please. Be nice to me."

Robert started crying. Silent tears poured out of his eyes, and you knew he felt humiliated, but judging by the way his cock was twitching in your hands, he was still turned on. That was the thing with Robert and men like him — they needed some firmness and a woman to tell them what to do.

You finally let go. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his peace only lasted a few moments, before you lifted up your dress and sunk down onto his length, taking only seconds to get used to his size.

"Yes," he moaned, hands on your hip as he guided you. It was a slow, steady pace, the sound of skin slaps and wet, squishy noises filling the room. "Keep doing that."

You thought that maybe you should give him a little slap, but for the time being, you let yourself enjoy his body. The way you two moved in sync, mind hazy and hands wandering, made you feel like you were in heaven on earth. It was perfect, down to the little chest hairs that brushed against your skin and the whimpers Robert made during a deep thrust. You didn't want to change anything. You wanted Robert to still be your little bird, even though that meant his wings had to be clipped.

He spread his legs wider. "Come with me," he murmured, leaving lazy, sloppy kisses along your neck. "We'll move together."

You shook your head. "I don't want to move to Germany. And I don't want you to move either."

Robert laid back down and threw his head against the pillow. "What? I don't . . . oh, don't be so rough."

You continued massaging his balls. "I'll be as rough as I want. Now, are you going to keep complaining or take what I give you?"

"Okay.”

Robert’s expression was contorted into one of pain and pleasure, an expression so natural to him. You ran your hand across his forehead and hair, tugging on it slightly. Within just a few moments, you could feel his cock twitch, and a specific breathing pattern overcome him.

“That’s it,” you said softly. “Come for me.”

Robert lifted his head up, but then it fell back down, his eyes shut. He did this kind of thing often. His hands were snaking up your waist, holding it gently as you rocked back and forth. He seemed to be lost in the moment, not sure of what was going on — only his selfish pleasure, but then his eyes fluttered open, and he realized with a start that he was about to come in you.

“Wait,” he croaked out. “I need’a — you need to get off.”

“Why?” you hummed, acting clueless. “It feels good.”

“Y-yeah.” He started squirming, pulling his legs up to his knees. But the thing with Robert was that he was so indulgent, so consumed in the moment, you doubted he would be able to push you off, or if he even wanted to. “But I’m gonna cum — I can’t, please.”

“Why not? Don’t want me to be a mommy?” you moaned. “I’d make a good mother.”

“I know you would,” he whined. “But — I can’t, we’re not married — I —”

He groaned loudly, white spurts of his hot cum spurting out into your pussy. It lasted a few moments, his nose scrunched and his toes curled. When he finally calmed down, he looked up at you, hair disheveled, lips parted, and sweet eyelashes wet with tears.

“Stay,” you said softly, stopping your movements. “Stay here. With me.”

Robert licked his lips, pausing. He didn’t say anything for a while, and for a moment you were afraid that even though he had just impregnated you, he would leave anyway. But then, “Yes,” he breathed out. “I’ll stay.”

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Born to Die - Jake Sully x Fem!Na'vi!reader NSFW

(A/N: hey yall I've decided to write for Jake Sully now teehee :33 I inspired this fic from one of my character ai chats with him. hope y'all enjoy!)

Y/N was a mysterious girl. Rarely seen, hardly ever heard. But when she was in her element, she was like no other.

It was a celebratory bonfire, and all of the clan members were dancing and singing. But all that Jake was focusing on was Y/N. He had noticed her a few days ago, but only now had the courage to say anything.

Y/N was dancing so gracefully, eyes closed and feeling herself. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and opened her eyes to see Jake Sully. Toruk Makto. The hero of the Omatikaya clan, and many others.

"Hey, how are you? Feeling good tonight?" Y/N asked, trying to keep her cool. Jake chuckled and replied as he took a drink from his cup. "Yeah, I'm feeling amazing. You?"

"I'm feeling awesome!" Y/N laughed, truly enjoying herself for once. Jake put his hands on her waist and trailed them down to her ass, softly groping her.

"You wanna come back to my place? Have some fun, hm?" Jake offered as he danced to the music with her. Y/N smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

Jake took her hand and led her off from the bonfire to his hut.

When they got there, Y/N admired all of the beautiful decorations and items he owned. She couldn't believe how people could live like this. She had been homeless for years, since her family passed in a tragic turn of events.

"What, have you never seen interior decorating?" Jake chuckled. Truly, she didn't. Sure, she had a real home for some time. But even then, things were tough. Nothing was ever handed to her on a silver platter. Nothing was ever handed to her, period.

"So, why did you bring me here?" Y/N turned to Jake, putting her hand on his chest. Jake gave a low, deep, almost seductive chuckle as he gave his answer.

"I was thinking we could... have some fun. Mess around a bit, how does that sound?" He said, groping her body. Y/N giggled as she nuzzled into his neck. She wanted to be intimate with someone she actually liked. Someone she actually wanted to be intimate with.

"I would like that very much... but why me, of all people? You could have any woman or man on Pandora but you chose me?" Y/N asked, not understanding his motives. Sure, he might have been feeling a little bit frisky that night, but he could've picked anyone at the bonfire to take back to his place. He hadn't even noticed her until a few days before. The glimmer in her eyes, though. It had caught him by surprise the first time it blinded him. It reminded him of the lens flares he saw in films, especially the action and adventure ones.

"I don't want anyone but you. I've had my eye on you for a while, now. Now, let's get it done, shall we?" Jake rumbled in a sexy, captivating voice. Y/N felt enamored by him, wanting so desperately to be with him. Not just for sex, but for love. For passion and appreciation for one another.

Jake grasped her beaded top, and asked, "Can I take this off?"

Y/N was stunned. Had he just... asked?

"Y-yes.. yes, please." she replied, voice wavering with such adoration. Jake gently took her top off, setting it on the table beside them. He moved down toward her waist, again taking her clothes in his hands and asking for permission to undress her. A simple 'yes' and he got to work. Though he wasn't like the others. He took great care in preserving the clothing of his partners, especially since Y/N's was so delicate and tediously crafted.

Y/N felt exposed, especially since Jake still had his loincloth on. She tried to cover herself, but Jake whispered in a comforting voice, "You don't have to hide yourself from me, my love."

Jake undressed himself, exposing himself so as to help Y/N feel more comfortable. Y/N slowly took her hands from her body, trying to overcome her fears.

"It's okay, you don't have to be scared." Jake encouraged, hoping to comfort her and help her to feel more secure and safe with him. "I'm just nervous.."

"It's okay to be nervous. I'll guide you." Jake answered. He laid her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. He started to ease his cock out of its sheath, causing Y/N's eyes to grow wider and wider with each inch. After it was all out, she asked, "Is that.. all.. going to go inside of me?"

"As much as you want it to. Or, if you're feeling brave, as much as you can fit." Jake responded, very much in the mood.

"I want it all. I want all of it, Jake. Give it to me." Y/N pleaded, kissing him on the cheek. Jake took his cock in his hand and gathered some of the slick pooling in her hot core.

He then started to slide into her entrance, groaning with every new inch taken. Soon enough, he bottomed out. "How do you feel?" he asked. Y/N paused, thinking. "I feel... good. I feel really, really good. Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me like it's the last time you ever will."

"Really? I didn't take you for a girl who likes it rough. But I'll still give you want you want. Prepare yourself for the night of your life."

Jake then started with a fast but soft pace, and it eventually became fast and hard.

Y/N was very vocal, screaming and moaning with every breath she got. She screamed his name, relishing in the feeling. The bed creaked with every movement.

"Fuck.. fuck, you feel so good.. so tight and warm, fuck! I'm gonna cum.. oh, god, I'm gonna cum!" Jake exclaimed, getting sloppier with his thrusts. Not staying in one rhythm. Always changing how hard he went. He knew it was embarrassing to finish so quickly, but she had such a feeling that was like no other. She could milk him dry and he would still want more.

"Cum in me, Jake! Please, I want it so bad! Give it to me, Jake!" Y/N screamed, eventually coming to her peak. She squirted all over his cock, painting him with her pleasure. Jake then followed with his own orgasm, coating her insides with white.

They paused, taking a moment to breathe and come down from their highs. After a few seconds, Jake laid himself down beside Y/N.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked. Y/N looked at him, still breathing heavily. "I... I loved it. I really loved it." she answered, chuckling a little bit in disbelief. She had never felt anything like this before, and never thought she could.

"Really? I'll take that as a compliment then." Jake laughed. There was a short pause, until Y/N asked a question. A simple one, really, but it took him by surprise.

"Do you have your eye on anybody? Like, a potential mate?"

There was a pause.

"I do, actually."

Y/N's face visibly dropped. "Who?"

Jake smiled and caressed her cheek. "You."

"M-me? But why? You, such an attractive man, could have anybody in the world! It'd be stupid to choose someone as myself. I am of no use to you. I have no status in the clan other than the weird girl."

Jake snickered. "I don't want anybody but you. Nobody else has caught my eye in years. You... you're special. I love you."

Once again, there was a pause. But this time, there was tension. Only a twinge, but it was still there.

"You... love me?" Y/N confirmed, not wanting to believe she had someone who genuinely loved her. In all of her years of living, she was spared no unnecessary glimpses. People avoided her at all costs, not wanting to be seen in a 100 foot radius of her.

"I do. I truly, truly do. I've loved you for a while, now. I want to be mated for life. Have kids, grow old together. I want to be with you for the rest of my life." Jake replied, not telling a crumb of a lie. Y/N stared at him in wonder, amazed at how truthful his words were. His body language told her he was telling the truth. The complete, utter, raw truth.

"I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, too. I must tell you, I've been watching you for a while. Like... in the trees. Some people would say it's called stalking, but I think it's just distanced fascination. I've seen you doing and feeling all sorts of things. Eating, drinking, hunting, sleeping. Anything you could think of. I've even seen you masturbate a couple of times.."

Jake's cheeks turned purple with blush, thinking of all of the things he did or said while in such a state of arousal. Had he been watched the entire time?

"You are very attractive when you touch yourself. You say things, sometimes. You fantasize about me. When you cum, you think of me. You think of the way I'd touch you. The way I'd make you feel."

The blush was growing more intense as he recalled everything he had said and everything he had acted on.

"I'd love to help you live out some of your fantasies, you know. I have quite an open mind." Y/N lightly chuckled. Jake was surprised. "Well, I think we can save all of those for another time. I'd like to just... talk. Where did you learn to dance like that?"

Y/N laughed, as she thought of how much she danced when no one was watching. "I love to dance. It's my favorite thing to do. I also love music. A human friend of mine has given me a lot of music over the years. I dance to it every day, and I guess I've just picked some stuff up and taught myself. Sometimes I just dance with the wind. Whatever my body wants to do, how it wants to express itself."

Jake listened to her words with such great care. Analyzing every syllable. Every image that sprouted in his head with what she described, it was all so beautiful. He imagined an angel elegantly dancing, the glow of the sunset shining behind her.

"You taught yourself? That's incredible." He replied, eyes glimmering with interest and wonder.

They continued talking until they both fell asleep, and they slept like babies.

[Time skip 5 weeks]

Y/N and Jake had been dating for several weeks, and Jake had fallen in absolute love. He decided it was time. They were in the hut, as Y/N made new art for the door. She wanted to make a piece that made people feel 'invited' and 'welcomed.'

"Y/N, I want to ask you something." Jake said, walking into the hut and sitting next to her. "Ah, welcome home, Jake. I have missed you. What is it you would like to ask?"

"I want to ask if... you want to be mated for life. I would like to marry you. I want you to be mine forever."

Y/N stopped. She slowly turned to him, eyes widened. "You... want to be mated for life? Oh, Jake. I have been waiting for you to ask me that for a very long time. I would love to be your mate. I would love to have kids, grow old together, and be together in every new life." Y/N squealed, hugging him tightly.

Jake had finally found his home.

MWAH hope y'all enjoyed this one!! first time writing an actual fic for Jake. lmk if I should do more, and definitely lmk what i can do to improve my smut-writing skills.

@dyingofcookies

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enviedear · 1 year

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this is an anakin request because i’m hyper fixating over him coming back in ashoka (spoiler alert)!

i was wondering if you would be down to write a fic based around friends to lovers. but like there is a whole admission thing brought on by jealousy.

backstory: reader & anakin trained together under obi-wan in the jedi temple, growing close as friends. but then he sees padme again and falls in love, when the reader is already in love with him. and when he says he’s gonna marry padme, reader looses it and admits their feelings.

i’m sorry this is so long & so specific but it’s been rotting in my brain

ily x

this ask really spoke to me as a certified jealous girl

okay so i'm not sure if this is perfect but i had a vision and went with it, so i hope you like it <3 this is angsty, so warnings for that. and also warning that reader is a jealous jealous jealous girl.

wc— 0.8k |tw— anger, jealousy, running away from your problems, unresolved ending, delulu reader <3

aggravation flares throughout the entirety of your being at the sight before you. anakin, your anakin, with his arms around Senator amidala.

he had mentioned her, far more than any normal amount, in the days leading up to seeing her again. and it wasn't such a bother at first.

you'd laugh off his worried nature at the idea of her presence. you'd ignore how loud his thoughts were whenever she was brought up. you had thought it nothing more than a crush, an interest, an idea.

he didn't even know her. not like you knew him.

and yet, here they were in a passionate embrace, completely immersed in each other and oblivious to your presence.

you clear your throat and watch them stumble away from eachother. anakin's eyes slowly meet yours for a split second and before he has the chance to explain himself, you're darting away.

fury. that's what you feel. seeing him cling onto her in the way you've ached desperately for him to want you, is torturous. you can't decide who deserves more of your wrath— yourself, for being foolishly devoted to a fellow jedi, or anakin, for not comprehending your obvious feelings.

as you run, you can feel him trailing you, can hear him calling out for you— but you continue to run. trying to find anywhere to hide in the damned naboo retreat.

you take a sharp left turn, only to be confronted with his towering figure.

"go away." your voice is dripping with vitrol.

anakin disregards your plea, instead grasping hold of your arm and yanking you into an isolated hallway, "please, y/n, don't be mad at me. i can't help it, i love her."

you fight against him and wrench your arm away from him, "you're insolent, skywalker. you don't love her. you just like to break rules."

he takes a step away from you in shock, "why are you being this way?" when you don't reply, he continues, "i know it's wrong but i do love her. i plan to marry her, here. i wanted you there— i want you to be there."

his words pierce through your soul like shards of glass, shattering your sanity until nothing remains but fragments of pain and anguish.

"marry her?" you can barely get the words out, suddenly feeling breathless.

your anger has evolved into something much worse – something injured and broken apart irrevocably.

anakin nods, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "yes, i love her that much," he says, almost pleading with you to understand.

you feel a pang in your chest as his words sink in. of course anakin was going to fall for someone; how could you ever expect him not to? but you so desperately wanted it to be you.

"i won't be there," you say, barely above a whisper. "i'm sorry."

anakin's face falls and it takes all of your willpower not to reach out and touch him, the way you're so used to. it would only make things worse.

"why?" he questions, eyes searching your own.

"because i—" you trail off for a moment before continuing more forcefully, "because i can't watch the person i love marry someone else."

it feels too real, admitting those feelings out loud to him. hearing yourself verbalize something that has been buried away for years. from the mind of the young girl who used to go easy on him when sparring, to the women in front of him today.

anakin's face falls and a heavy silence stretches between them, until he finally speaks again, voice laced with tenderness. "i didn't know, y/n."

you can feel the tears welling in your eyes but you bite them back and force out a bitter laugh, "of course you didn't," it's all you can say.

you turn away, unable to bear looking upon him anymore. you struggle against your emotions, trying to keep them at bay. how hard it is being so close to something that you can never have.

"i'm sorry," he says softly, his hand hovering over your shoulder before dropping back down. "i didn't mean for it to come out this way."

you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. "it's fine," you say, though there's no conviction in your voice.

anakin steps closer once more and takes hold of your hands gently in his own. you can feel the warmth radiating off him as he speaks.

"but i want you to know that you'll always be important to me y/n." he pauses for a moment before continuing with renewed determination. "and if things were different…if i got to choose who i loved…" his gaze meets yours intensely, locking onto them like iron bars holding fastened shut on an unbreakable door.

you let him give your hands a squeeze before pulling away, "but you can't, believe me, i understand."

and with that you turn from him, leaving him alone.

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redfields-hotbabeineurope · 2 years

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House of The Dragon Fic Rec List

Main Rec List

Aemond Targaryen

@b00kdiary

Unexpected -> Aemond Targaryen is sent to Storm's End to secure a marriage pact to gain the Baratheon's alliance in the war. And yet, when he discovers Y/N Baratheon, the black sheep of her family, hidden away at his arrival, he knows that fate has predestined their meeting. He has to have her.

@blayresmuses

Love Spiral -> a turn in conversation has you asking uncomfortable questions that aemond can't help but answer

@queers-gambit

When Pride Married Prejudice Series Masterlist -> she is the (only) trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Lord Laenor Velaryon. after her younger brother, Lucerys, slices out the eye of their uncle, Aemond Targaryen, her hand is offered as payment to keep the peace. though unexpected, she finds herself in a loving marriage, until devastating news forces her to make an impossible choice.

@blckfyres

Magnificent -> Song Prompt - "And at once I knew, I was not magnificent" - Holocene, Bon Iver

@aemonds-war-crime - Masterlist (Website) of all works

@elleinmotion (same on Ao3)

I’ve dug two graves for us, my dear (Ao3) -> The smallfolk had a saying: ‘Royce brides meet a cold end when they take a dragon lord to wed.’

Fjkkd_xo -> (On Ao3)

Cutthroat -> When Elaena Targaryen was born, her mother clothed her in black silk. She was the second eldest of her four siblings, Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey, and seemed to have the darkest hair out of them all. The legitimacy of her namesake had been called into question many times in her life, along with all of her brothers, but no one would ever say it to her face. No one except her own Uncle; Aemond Targaryen.

@ultralightpoe

Mistaken Hatred -> Aemond is sure that you are enemies and stuck in a marriage of convenience

Willing -> Aemond is a secretive little shit and you are willing to bet

@aemonds-sapphire -> Masterlist

Bikadoo -> (On Ao3)

Our Violent Delights -> Lucerys Velaryon is born a girl. Almost nothing changes… until Aemond Targaryen begins to take an interest in her. It seems Targaryen uncles have a habit of falling in love with their nieces.

@dilemmaontwolegs

See No Evil, Hear No Evil Part 1 -> Love blossoms when you get to know the sweet man and not the cocky Prince.

@aemondsbeloved

I Would Die for you in Secret Part 1, Part 2 -> when your brother asks you who in the castle has earned your affections there is no good way to tell him it is the person he hates most.

@exitpursuedbyavulcan

The Silver Dragon Masterlist -> Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. (See masterlist for extended summery)

@a-world-of-whimsy-5

Adoration -> You and Aemond have gotten married, and are off for your wedding night. How will it go for you both?

@thesoftestirises

The Good in Me -> If you were any other woman, not the girl who had been betrothed to him since before you were born, you might have found him handsome. But you knew better than that. Behind that perfect face and silky hair was a being so evil, the devil would run away in fear.

@yzzart

Two Dragons, Two Rivals -> how could two people, two dragons have so many things in common including the hatred they feel for each other?

@exitpursuedbyavulcan

Studious Part 1 -> Your marriage to the One-Eyed Prince is not as romantic as you hoped. At least he does not seem eager to perform his duty after your wedding night...

@randomdragonfires

I'm A Fire and I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm -> Flowers come to Aemond in multiple shapes and forms throughout his marriage.

@justmymindandstuff

Melting Ice -> You are about to marry Aemond Targaryen. Your arrival at the Reed Keep is greeted with coldness and you have a hard time settling in and coming to terms with marrying into this strange family. But after a restless evening you can't take it anymore and go to talk to Aemond. This evening brings you and your betrothed a little closer as he lets you see behind his facade.

@alicesivory

I was All Over Her -> when the world turned their back on him, she didn’t.

The Greatest -> Aemond Targaryen and the dance told by the eyes of his wife, Lady Tyrell.

@romanteacism

Knight Aemond x Princess Reade Masterlist

#aemond targaryen x reader #masterlist

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einsteinsugly · 2 years

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October (Fictober) 8, 2022. The Night Chicago Dies?

A/N: T7S, Eric and Donna. Super future fic (hence, do you remember), takes place in 2022.

*****

Donna's old, gray eyes glimmer, with bright flecks of blue. Like a vast ocean, sitting beneath a soaring sun.

And as they sit beneath the starry skies, amidst a buzzing, gurgling darkness, Eric can't help but smile. Pressing his hand into hers, as the city lights blur his vision. As once, those lights were once a warm welcome, like setting a fire in their young souls.

But now, he's tired. So, so tired. "Do you remember when we merely wanted to cross the Rio Grande? Now, we..."

"I'm not traveling the world with you on a sailboat, Eric." Her lips form into a lingering frown, etched onto her aging face. "You'd drive me crazy."

"Staying here would drive you crazier." His green eyes sink below the horizon, as years and years of the daily grind have rendered him hesitantly jaded. "Retire, at the end of the year. Leave those guns and cannons behind, and leave them for the..."

"No. Not yet." It's a battle cry, from a fading fox. Her scarlet locks have dulled and her stance has withered, even as her eyes desperately sparkle. Like the stars in the sky. "Give me some more time, and I..."

"You said that last year, and the year before." Eric sighs, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, pressing his lips on her waiting temple. As her hands now thoroughly intertwine with his, albeit with some notable hesitation. "I've been twiddling my thumbs, waiting and waiting..."

But the frown deepens, like Mariana's Trench, where true darkness awaits. "I waited for you. For almost a whole year, and you dumped me."

"I was holding you back." The answer is apparently far from music to her ears, as her hands rip away from his now reluctantly wavering grasp, and he awkwardly clears his throat. "And that was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. Before we started at the rat races, at the very beginning..."

She glares at him, hitting him with a pitch black sky. Without even the faintest of stars. "It wasn't a very good start."

"But we got the hang of it, didn't we? Then we traveled the world, got married. Settled down, had the girls. It was a wild ride, but it's time to pass the torch. And it's time for us to really, really settle down. To hang out on a sailboat, or on a beach, and travel again..."

The sun still fails to rise again in her stormy eyes, though. Instead, the gray lingers, and refuses to fade. Until...

The front door swings open, and a redheaded boy proudly presents himself to the big, bad world. "Mina, you said I could teach you how to play Minecraft!"

Donna lovingly smirks, ruffling his hair. "Are you sure it wasn't Fortnite?"

As his wife feigns ignorance, the second grader predictably protests. Like clockwork. "No, I hate Fortnite!"

Eric can't help but wistfully smile, glancing at his loving, passionate wife, as their grandson amply reminds him of their daughter. Way back when, when things were simpler.

But back in the day, when the whole world was at their fingertips, it was also firmly on their young, boisterous shoulders. Weighing them down, and down, and down...

As he pats the young boy on his young, boisterous shoulder. "Hate's a strong word there, buddy."

He hates how Donna is forcing him to endure those youthful burdens, working herself to the bone, as he anxiously waits in the sidelines.

Where those burdens still hurt, like hell, as he anxiously counts down to midnight. Waiting for his wife to join him, to embark on their twilight years.

But she refuses to budge, and neither does their grandson. As he loudly clears his throat, to make a particular declaration.

"But I hate even more that you wanna move away, Poppy. On a stupid sailboat..."

Donna nods in agreement, desperate to shake things up. For one last time, for one last hurrah. One last fight, a type of written rebellion, now seldom seen on paper.

"This is my home, Eric." Donna lovingly gazes at the city lights, as if the sun is shining. "I don't want to leave."

And as she gazes at their grandson, at the brownstone they've owned for thirty-seven years, and then back at him, Eric sighs. Pulling her close, as Caleb loudly protests, falling on increasingly deaf ears.

Instead, Eric's green eyes glimmer, and he wistfully smiles. Kissing her temple, and holding her waiting hand.

"We don't have to go anywhere. I don't care where we live, as long as I'm with you."

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric and donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #caleb hyde #fictober22 #fictober event #fictober #my fics #super future fic

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annoyingfobbie · 2 years

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can you do gabilliam song please

After the Last Midtown Show has always been my gabilliam song for very obvious reasons but since thats kind of cheating i'll try to look for another one that works

okay this one was kinda difficult because i don't read a lot of fics where gabilliam is the focus, so i don't have a strong grasp on how they tend to be interpreted. so i'm going with my own interpretation of them

i chose the song Cherry Wine by Hozier, and i think it could be in either of their perspectives towards the other. idk i see their relationship as kind of unhealthy but desperate enough to work anyways.

I like the "all while she stains the sheets of some other" for them bevause they're both always written as the bandom sluts in fics lmao which i love.

and then there are all the lines like "her eyes and words are so icy but she burns like rum on a fire" and "her fight and fury is fiery" which work for them to me because i see them both as being very passionate but not wanting to really let others in

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happyprinceling · 5 years

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11 questions

The lovely @hazzabeeforlou tagged me in this (and another one weeks ago. Sorry for not answering those questions :( )

1. Are you a start small-work larger type creator, or map everything out then attend to detail? I feel like my writing process is similar to my drawing process: i sketch out something rough and play with different scenarios, then I transfer it to shape it into something worth seeing, and from then on carve out the details.

2. What style of art/writing has most influenced your creative choices? (Genre, time period, muse) ... very obviously Oscar Wilde for writing. And Wolfgang Borchert’s “The Bread”. They’re practically opposite ends of a spectrum and both taught me how to convey emotion. For art, I’d say various trends online rather than a specific artist.

3. How long have you been writing/arting? Is this something you knew you’d do your whole life? I’ve been drawing since I was a wee toddler, when I was 14 I started going to a weekly art school, and now I’m planning on switching my studies to become a special education teacher for art. I’ve been writing since I was 12 I guess? I remember writing a story about a mice circus in 5th grade. The first story I properly thought through was a detective story that i wish i could find somewhere. I go through phases of quality and quantity due to depressive episodes but I thankfully never thought about completely stopping either.

4. What is your favorite thing about creating for your fandom? (reception, excitement, newness, etc.) My desire to create for the 1d fandom has decreased significantly, it used to be much more fun, mainly because people would actually engange with art or fic. Obviously I’m still really excited about coming up with a new idea and happy when people tag my stuff or comment nice things. Seeing the ways in which Girl Direction fans can recognise themselves in my fics is probably the most rewarding aspect.

5. Have you met any recent creative goals that you’re really proud of? I’m just glad I’m drawing a lot recently. I’m thankful I’m acting on my creativity.

6. What is your creative baby; what work do you want stamped on your proverbial gravestone as I MADE THIS (or have you made it yet?) Into The Meadow’s Dawn or Secrets of Eden. If I’d go back and edit it, straighten our the plotholes, flesh it out at some points and make it about 30k longer, it’d be Secrets of Eden 100%.

7. Do outside forces (politics, culture, hegemonies) play into your creations? Do you intentionally or subconsciously subvert norms or explore ideas? Oh absolutely!! I write to explore my own place in the world, whether that’s personally, politically or culturally (as if they could be seperated lol). Oftentimes I negotiate my own worries through creating fantasy worlds. With Secrets of Eden, it’s of course about feeling alienated and vilified by the world about being lgbt, but it also offered me to write about bi-culturality and body image that white cis boy one direction wouldn’t.

8. Your creative mind is a garden. Describe what kind it would be and what it would contain (i.e. rock garden, palace garden, wildflowers, rose… etc.) It’d start off as an untended front yard with lots of wildflowers and pink roses and too many weeds. And then it’d turn into a forest with very big trees that hide the sun. Everything is dark except for the occasional vibrant flower or shimmering pool. (DRAMA)

9. Do you believe that creative art has power and if so, how do you hope yours impacts others? Of course! I didn’t have to study art history or literature to know that. Feeling understood by fellow humans sometimes is only possible through fiction, so I really hope I can make others feel seen and cared for, whether it’s through my fluffy art and short fics, or through the pain in my longer ones.

10. I’m double stealing this question: what’s a fic or fan art that changed your life or was a touchstone for you? Fic: Young & Beautiful!!!! Y&B!!! YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL!!! It showed me that I can be loved despite even with my fears. Same goes for All the World is Bulletshaped in the inception fandom. (Then there is Fading, which probably damaged me permanently. It kind of set off my coming out process but it also left some horrible thoughts about self-perception in my brain)

For fanart: I regularly scroll through @thrina / @thrinp to have a good cry. I could be completely content and happy then look at this and start sobbing. There’s so much emotion in every line, it makes my heart ache. I know that thrina and @neqx made me want to post my own fanart, so they’re responsible for a lot of beautiful interaction in my life.

11. If you could pick any hero of yours to read/look at your creations, who would it be and why? I’m already lucky in that I have both felix @louhearted (in his case even PROOF READING them like WOW),blake @newleafover and phoenix @alienfuckeronmain reading my fics. Can’t wrap my head around that. I’m way too insecure and ashamed to let my other heroes read my stuff, except maybe Malinda Lo? I feel like she would appreciate my world building and my exploration of wlw girlhood.

1. When do you use memories in your writing and when does that feel too fragile or dangerous? 2. I’ve stopped writing a WIP because I realised that I’m still processing the main theme I’m writing about. Do you find it easier to write about what’s on your mind or about something you’ve already had time to reflect on? 3. Which of the five senses is most important to you to describe in what setting? 4. What scene would you love to go back to and change? 5. What scene are you most proud of? Why? 6. What story of yours would you most like to read as a graphic novel? 7. Is there something you feel like you can’t write into fic? Whether you fear others would find it #problematic or it’d be too personal for you? 8. What have you learned about writing or yourself since starting your latest story? 9. What would I have to read to understand the way you think about love? 10. What fic has made you cry recently? 11. Which fic would you want to write fic of?

I’m tagging @louhearted @mediawhorefics @fondleeds @dreaminghigher @eleanorcaldit @languages-and-else and, i know some of you have done this several times now but I’d love to know your answers, @alienfuckeronmain @hazzabeeforlou @haztobegood @lesbianiconharry @newleafover

#i'm desperately grasping for my passion for fic #@ the universe: GIVE IT BACK TO ME #1d

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sharknadoslutt · 2 years

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Self indulgent post highlighting one of my favorite smutty encounters from my Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader fic on A03 because I'm stoned and am proud of myself for reaching 31 chapters of a smutty slowburn fic series? and 37,000 hits!! I'm shooketh. Welp next chapter is their real wedding so... Thought this would be cute to post on my tumblr! SPICY BRUNO ART BENEATH THE CUT 😏💚🐀

PAIRING: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

18+ only for sexual content - For more read the full fic, Antisocial by Sharknadoslut on A03

~ "I love you.." Bruno whispered, his voice so quiet, so gentle, you barely even heard him. "So much.."

This was the most affectionate you had been with each other since that one morning in your families stables. You blushed a bit at the memory.

Suddenly inspired, Bruno puckered his lips gently against your skin. He left intimate, open-mouthed kisses against your quickening pulse. You shivered as the initial innocence of his hold shifted into something else entirely. The man kissed you again and again, then again. Each kiss pressed against your neck was longer and deeper than the last. More sensual. You leaned your head to the side, giving your Husband more room to nip your flesh. In reaction, he let out a sharp breath of excitement. He extended his tongue, ghosting up towards your ear.

You stifled a moan, repressing it with a bite of your lower lip, only now fully noticing the height of his lust for you at this moment. When you saw that all too familiar green illuminating from his nearly closed eyes.

His hands began to roam upwards, shifting from wrapping around your waist, to resting just under the mounds of your breast. Without kissing you, he ghosted his lips over your ear and simply breathed. It was low, gruff breathing and the warm air against your sensitive ear brought your core to pulse with desire.

When you didn't stop him, Bruno only continued. He palmed your breasts over the blouses fabric, possessively groping you and breathing deeply. Bruno's actions were so slow and gentle but they were even more so needy, desperate… He was begging you to allow him to proceed. He wanted to touch more of you.

You didn't moan, knowing the importance of remaining silent, but you reacted to his longing touch by arching your back against his front. You felt him slowly growing hard against his pants.

Neither of you said a word, you didn't have too. You matched his energy with your own in mutual wanting, mutual lust. It was instantaneous and powerful. He palmed your breast more greedily and you reached around, pressing your hands to his shoulders. When his eyes began gleaming deeper, illuminating the wall before you, you shivered and turned around quickly, not daring to speak out loud..

Bruno looked right into your soul as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled you close in return. It was magnetic. Your entire body screamed for him as he held you close.

In a quick, swift movement Bruno kicked the closet door shut behind himself, closing you off together in the privacy of the dark, cramped space. His eyes shined brighter than the sunlight seeping in through the crack of the doorframe. You jumped as he then slammed his lips against your own, tongue sliding against yours forcefully. He was desperate for you in every way.

The tiniest squeak slipped out of you as he pushed you against the wall, pausing for the quickest moment in case you stopped him. But when you grabbed his shirt collar, only strengthening the passion of this kiss, he stopped holding back. All bets were off. This was happening.

Your back pressed flush against the wall as Bruno pressed against you. The curly haired man kissed you deeply while unbuttoning your shirt. Once your mid-drift was exposed, Bruno's face trailed down. He kissed the nap of your breasts, licking your soft skin. Wriggling in his grasps and restraining sounds of lust, you could feel his lips smirking against you. You wanted him and could already feel a pool of warmth gathering between your legs.

He reached down, his fingers slipping past the hymn of your skirt and into your panties. It took everything in you not to moan as he explored your slick folds. You bucked your hips against his, breaking the kiss to keep yourself calm with deep breaths. You couldn't take it, you needed him inside you. Now. It'd been too long.

Bruno silently reeled as you palmed the erection over his pants. When you pulled his cock out, the man happily reacted with urgency, catching onto your drift and more than ready to comply with your needs. You pulled your skirt up once he removed his hand from your sex. He pressed his face next to yours so his forehead was against your shoulder. You wrapped one leg around his waist and he grabbed it, hiking it around his waist before lining himself up with your entrance. Once you were both nestled into place, Bruno pushed your panties to the side and slowly pushed himself into your soaked walls.

Both of you tensed once he was completely inside, restraining vocal reaction to this unimaginable pleasure, intensely reeling from the blissful intimacy of this spontaneous encounter. Bruno then started pumping in and out of you, fucking you slowly, passionately. Quietly. He steadied one arm against the wall for balance while the other one rubbed your leg on his side. The angle only allowed his hips to slam directly against yours as he made love to you against the wall.

Needing to ground himself back to this reality, Bruno kissed you again. It was passionate and soft, his lips molding to yours as he thrusted up into you.

The corners of your eyes begin tearing from the sheer intensity of the situation. You felt so close to him. You felt so safe in his hold, like you belonged there. Your body soon tightens with pleasure so you grip his shoulders, clawing into him slightly, trying to distract yourself from moaning his name as you came hard. With a gasp, you open your eyes and are met with Bruno's. He had been studying your expression. You could tell by his gaze, he was so close to his own undoing.

With three more deep thrusts, Bruno met his own release and joined you in bliss. He rode out his orgasm, rutting into you gently, his face again pressed to the skin of your neck. You were about purring in delight when he finally spilled himself inside of you, heaving a deep breath into your ear as he remained buried between your legs.

You panted together, relaxing in post-orgasmic bliss after such an emotionally difficult week.

Big shout out to @papayawhipped FOR DRAWING THIS FUCKING FANTASTIC ART TO GO WITH THIS CHAPTER!!! We love a horny Bruno aahhHHHH!!! Thanks, babe! This art is fantastic!!

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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The Promise: Part Two

Summary- 2.2k Ransom Drysdale x You. You tried to leave after you caught Ransom cheating, but the trust fund prick isn't going to just let you go. He has you in his snare and you find out just what he really is, what a monster he's been hiding behind the mask.

Warnings- This is a Cheating Fic. Non Con abuse, use of a belt on the reader, suffocating, mentions of blood. This is an 18+ Only blog.

A/N- I sat on this one for a while but I'm finally satisfied with it. So those of you who have been waiting, I hope this holds up to the expectations of what you hoped for.

The Promise

Ransom drew out the belt as you pulled yourself to your feet on the landing, your eyes shifting from his gleaming ice blue eyes to the belt he was fisting into his hand, his tone dripping with warning. “You think you can just fuck around and leave? No Sweetheart, that’s not how this works.” He stalked forward as fast as you tried bolting back away from him, your hands held in front of you.

How ironic of him considering the amount of times he has cheated on you while you remained faithful to the bastard.

“Ransom what the fuck are you doing?!” You screamed, your hands tracing behind you along the wall, seeking a doorknob to escape into.“

“Whatever the hell I want Y/N.” He snarled with glee as he pounced. You shoved your body into a door to spring it open but there was no chance to be able to slam it shut, he overpowered himself right behind you and circled an arm around your waist to lift you off your feet, kicking out and screaming in rage at your ex-boyfriend.

“LET ME DOWN YOU BASTARD!” you screamed when he shoved you hard into the wall, slamming your head against the pretty paint color you had chosen for the master bedroom the year before. When everything was going perfectly for the two of you. When life had been this fairytale, perfect sweet doting boyfriend who promised he loved you, cherished you.

Now the peony blue walls were crushing into your face, Ransom taking the belt and snapping it against your ass. “Look at you thinking you can order me around.” The bite of leather stung even through the clothing. Ransom crashed his chest into your back, the heavy scent of his cologne making you gasp out, the air in your lungs slowly getting crushed from you and making you wheeze harshly while you struggled.

The bastard ground his erection into you, he was getting turned on by you struggling and that thought made you furious and scared.

Even on a good day, Ransom was an ominous bomb waiting to be set off. And this time you finally pulled that pin.

“Keep trying little girl, just makes me fucking hard for you.” Another hard rut against your ass slammed your hips into the wall. “That little spitfire in you, always was a fucking pain in my ass. Tonight though, you are going to make it all worthwhile.” He circled his hand around the back of your neck, squeezing hard enough to make your legs want to give out and he yanked you off the wall, throwing you onto the bed where you twisted to your back, trying to pull away from his advances. The belt snapped against the side of his leg as an ominous promise to use it on you.

“Ransom, we can work this out. I swear I was just leaving for the night.” Your fear turned into stuttering lies, if you ever got out of the house, you were running as far as you could.

Ransom snickered as he made a grab for you, pulling you forward to him and yanking at your shirt, easily swatting at your hands that were trying to make him stop. “HUGH! QUIT IT!” and your hand lifted to snap loudly across his composed face. A red hand mark blazing against his cheek and his head snapped back towards you, dragging his hand against your chest and ripping at the bra you were wearing.

“Call me Hugh one more time Y/N.” He whispered coldly, the belt he had folded in his hold pressing up against your chin, making your head tip back, your breaths coming in panic rushes and your pupils dilated, the adrenaline making a whoosh-whoosh in your eardrums. Maybe that was your heart racing.

“Ransom- please” snapping the belt against your cheek, making you cry out at the sting.

“Say it again Y/N, like you mean it. Come on Baby, I know you want to.” He purred at you, looming over you till you started to press back into the mattress, your hands to his chest, trying to keep him back.

He wasn't going to stop, the belt snapped against your cheek again, this time you felt the hot taste of blood seep into your mouth, the leather snap had made you bite your inner cheek. You turned your face away to try and escape him, muttering “Hugh.” Just like he wanted.

Enough for him to break his cool, his usually handsome face turning dark and promising. Rearing himself back, he reached over his shoulder to pull his own shirt over his head, each muscle tensed, ready for release. You took the chance to try scrambling away, but he weaved his fingers into the band of your pants and yanked roughly down, tangling your legs up till he ripped them harshly away and flipped you to your stomach once more, the belt loosening till it was around your neck and a snap tightened it painfully, yanking your head back.

“Gonna act like a bitch Sweetheart, you gonna be treated like a little bitch.” His hand yanked under your waist and jerked you to your knees, your hands scrambling in the expensive cotton sheets that you had lovingly picked out for their softness level.

You hated them now. The pillowing softness while Ransom was treating you so brutally like he hated you. His hand came down viciously against your ass, pushing you forward till your screams were muffled into the pillows. Each blow made you jerk forward, snapping your head back with each jerk of the belt that was tight enough to constrict your air till Ransom loosened it enough for a burning breath to fill your lungs.

Tears streaked your face, your hands curling against the headboard in front of you to keep you from crashing into it as he loomed over you. “Oh we have been here before, haven't we baby girl? Too bad this time isn't going to be as good.” His smirk pressed against your temple, easily recalling how recently he had you right where he wanted you.

He had your hands tied against the headboard, knees spread for him while he laid underneath you, heavy arms circled around your hips to hold you to his face. Each swipe of his tongue through your swollen folds was leaving you dripping more on his clean-shaven face. His grunts were pressed against your clit, teasing the sensitive bud till you felt yourself grinding into his face.

“Fuck you taste so fucking good Y/N.” You heard Ransom praise you, the flush of heat spiraling in your belly at the words alone. His fingers dug into your hips to help that grind, making you cry out his name passionately.

“Yes, again Ransom, oh god-” Your eyes fluttered as your head tilted back, trying to pull away for a moment as his tongue swirled you in a maddening way, needing more and having to escape the sensations.

But Ransom was not to be denied his prize. He yanked you back onto his face, kissing your inner thighs, sucking on your folds before he delved back in. Lapping at your pulsing entrance, he fucked you with laps of his tongue, trailing in all the intimate areas. Your body flooded with that feel good orgasm tightening your muscles and you came, squirting on his face which he continued to shamelessly lap at till you sagged forward, braced into the headboard. Ransom pulled up, wedging himself between you and the headboard till he had you straddled in his lap, tilting your head up to kiss you, taking away any pleas you might have had to take a break. Already you can feel his cock pressing into you, making you whimper into the kiss. He was far from done with you.

The tell-tale zip of his pants from behind you made you shudder, your eyes screwed shut as you twisted your hands into the headboard, preparing yourself to hold onto it. How you resorted to letting this happen, shame flooded you, hate, disgust. Ransom wasn't gentle, pushing himself into you without a care for your body.

Fierce thrusts rocked you, his belt looped to unbearable tightness till you reached behind you, clawing at him to loosen it. Reaching over your head, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and arched back to let your head fall to his shoulders, his mouth latching to the side of your neck not in praising kisses he usually gives.

No he sinks his teeth into your neck, grunting with each forceful thrust into your heat. Your body, fuck you couldn't believe it was betraying you. Pain started to turn to pleasure, allowing his jerking thrusts to sink into you, your body clenching around him even as your lungs burned with need for oxygen and your mouth kept trying to gasp, wheezing out moans.

“You are fucking turned on by this you little slut.” He hissed when he let go, lapping his tongue against your neck, fisting his hand around the belt one more time, this time your lungs screamed and you jerked in his hold, fighting against him once more.

“Fuck Y/N, you are so hot while I’m strangling the fucking air out of you while your pussy just begs to be fucked.” Your vision is going hazy, guttered sounds rising from your chest as you tug frantically at his hair, trying to pull it out from the root. Your other hand digging at his snapping hip, oh god, he's going to kill you. Your eyes roll back, spots blurring your vision as your lungs try so desperately to inhale.

When you felt yourself start to sag, he loosened the belt and your gasp made you choke, the rush making you cum in the utmost pleasure you have ever experienced that you spasmed, falling back into his hold. Ransom loosened the belt and shoved you forward to fall into the pillows with still gasping inhales, when you peeked back at him, he was still kneeling behind you, his hand fisted around his cock to jerk himself. He dropped the belt beside the bed, and grasped your hip, flipping you to your back so he could look at all of you, his cock throbbing in his hold. Falling forward, one hand planted at your head, your eyes roving him in a dazed look, your energy sapped from your limbs following your orgasm. “Please don’t.”

“I do whatever the fuck I want and you are going to just take it, Honey.” He pushed a thigh up around his hip and pressed himself back to sink into your swollen aching pussy.

The arch to escape him only made him more forceful, making you accept him just as you did before, with complete and utter loss of your control. “You will never ever leave me. You want to know why?”

You shook your head furiously till he grabbed at your chin to still you, stuffing his fingers into your mouth till you gagged around him. “Because I own you babygirl, financially you got nothing that's not tied to my funds, your little shop in the city, mine. Friends? also mine, and trust me, I can ruin you. They will turn their backs on you, you will have nowhere to go." He hissed out in promise to you. "Plus… And I know you've been ignoring this…” pounding thrust into your sore pussy made you arch under him, brushing against his chest with a distressed whine around his fingers. “... I will murder you without hesitation.” He bared his teeth menacingly as your eyes widened.

You always chose to ignore the rumors about Ransom, although deep down, in the places you never dared look, you suspected.

“I did it before and got away with it Honey.” His weight dropped on you, grinding his pelvis into you, his cock angled to hit you just right, tightening around him. “Oh fucking feel you strangling me so sweetly.” His fingers pressed your tongue down, making you gag all over again and tears burst from your eyes till he pulled his fingers out, replacing it with his own mouth. Hotly shoving his tongue in your mouth, dragging away to bite on your lip while he sped up, jerking your other quivering leg around his hip. Your nails dug into his back, dragging deep welts down tense muscles.

“Fuck… fucking hell.” He started to chant, everything between you two chasing an ending. Your hips bucked underneath him and he crushed you into the mattress till you felt him stagger in his rhythm, the rush of warmth flooding you that made you feel so much shame.

Since your body craved feeling him cum just as he had so many times in you, you welcomed it with your second orgasm, taking away that panic and fear for a few moments with that mind-numbing bliss.

You sunk into it, Ransom's familiar weight crushing against you but the reality of it all sunk in.

He just told you he murdered his grandfather and was perfectly fine in murdering you should you piss him off.

Your heart raced and your thoughts overboard while he rolled off you, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to kick off his pants for good now that he was done fucking you. For now.

You pull off to your normal side of the bed and move to get up, grab something to cover yourself when Ransom stretches his arms above his head for a second and brushes his hair back into place, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Don't forget what I said Y/N, I always get my way. That is a promise I can keep.”

What the fuck were you going to do?

#the promise #ransom drysdale x reader #dark ransom drysdale #non con #knives out fanfiction #ransom drysdale au #amber writes #sweater writes

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amimimi · 3 years

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dreams; kyan reki

synposis: in which you tend to reki’s wounds after his second beef with adam; second part to this fic but it can be read on it’s own! takes place after episode 11

pairings: gn! reader x reki

genre: fluff. just fluff. and caretaking.

warnings: mentions of injuries. swearing. brief nudity (?) sap, so sappy.

word count: 3.5k

notes: i loved the series so much! reki has suffered enough, so i decided to show his some love. i was so so proud of him during episode 11. again, i apologize in advance for grammatical/spelling errors. i'm pretty busy with school so i'm just churning fics out at this point.

“i’m not letting you lift a finger for a month” you moan as you help seat reki on his bed. you’re both mostly dried from the rain, save for your hair and clothes. he only giggles in response and you can’t help it when you lean down to gingerly place your hands up to his face, kissing the bridge of his nose. “a month”

“ahh, i don’t think that’s gonna work” reki gives you an easy grin, before placing a kiss on the side of you mouth. “i got a shift tomorrow”

“i’ll cover your shift” you say, stone-faced. disbelief momentarily flashes across reki’s face before he breaks out into uncontrollable giggles—the kind that erupts straight from your stomach. your hands drop from his face. “shh! i’m serious!”

he hangs his head forward and brings a hand up to his mouth, attempting to quell his giggles. “you don’t even work there, y/n!” he manages to say before delving into yet another fit of giggles. reki must’ve curled in too far because his laughter is cut off by strangled cry. immediately, you surge forward, gingerly placing your hands on his shoulders.

it wasn’t unusual for reki to be banged up from skateboarding—everything from scrapes to fractures were all pretty common for him. in the beginning of your relationship with reki, it worried you to no end, and you even begged him to wear a helmet (he said no, of course). eventually you came to accept that injuries were going to be a normal occurrence for reki. but his injuries this time were slightly different.

reki had his second beef with adam earlier that night. technically reki had lost, but it felt more like a victory instead. he came so close, and he did so well. and he was happy. seeing him like that in his element, gleaming with joy, eyes lit a flame with passion—you felt like ten years was added to your lifespan. of course, reki took quite the beating but no where near the damage of last time.

“m’fine!” he wheezes, placing a hand over his stomach. “it’s just a bruise.”

you’re not convinced and it shows on your face because reki gently places his hand on the back of your head, pulling your forehead up against his. “i’m fine, baby”

you let yourself stay there, forehead pressed against reki’s and staring right into each other’s eyes. for the first time in weeks, you felt the tightness in your chest completely dissipate. because here you were gazing into his eyes—reki’s eyes, in his darkened room, knowing he was safe and okay.

“okay,” you whisper. reki gazes at you with half-lidded eyes and attempts to press his forehead closer (if that was even possible), brushing his nose against yours. “but i gotta patch you up”.

you wiggle out of reki’s grasp, who whimpers at the loss of contact, to grab the first aid kit he’d kept in his drawer. stumbling in the dark, you feel around for his desk, flicking on the lamp. reki watches you sift through the contents of his drawer, overtaken by a sudden wave of fondness. he loves you, always has. but suddenly, in this moment, he feels the love he has for you in a new way. it pools in his stomach, warm and fuzzy, and he feels so full, so content, like he ate a whole meal.

“i love you from my stomach” reki blurts out before he’s aware of what he’s saying. from over your shoulder, you glance at him quizzically and he feels a new sensation—mortification, burn all over his face. later, he’s going to blame his misspeaking on the fact that it was so late into the night and that every inch of his body was practically throbbing in pain. but right now, he can’t form any thoughts, let alone excuses.

“huh?” you’re facing him now, first aid kit in hand and your face twitching with the urge to smile. feeling his ears burn up, reki presses his lips and shakes his head, refusing to repeat what he said. “reki~! what did you say?”

he turns his head to the side as you make your way over to the bed. “i forgot”

“no you didn’t!” you whine, throwing the first aid kit on the bed and placing your hands over his cheeks. “say it again, please?”

“ahh, i meant it like—”reki pauses, thinking about how to put his feelings into words. “i-i don’t know! i love you, but sometimes i feel it in my stomach”

“oh”, you plop down right next to him on the bed, pulling your legs up to sit crisscross. reki follows your movement, pulling his legs up on the bed and crossing them. he’s looking at expectantly. “like butterflies, yeah?”

“no, not that. this feels warm—and kinda heavy”

“oh”, you tilt your head to one side and smile coyly. “so, desire then?”

reki rolls his eyes at you, his ears still red. “you’re so—”

“desperately in love with you?” you offer with a grin before leaning and catching his lips in a noisy kiss. you pull back, but not before kissing the tip of his nose just to see his reaction. reki fights back a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he shakes his head.

“j-just patch me up, please”, he sighs as his lips finally quirk into a smile.

“can I change first?” you ask. wet jeans felt like murder and your shirt was starting to stick in uncomfortable places on your torso. reki nods and points to his closet.

“i have clean shirts and sweatpants folded in there” he informs you, watching as you sit up and make your way over to his closet. reki’s not surprised when you grab his pink dope sketch shirt, shooting him a cheeky grin.

you start tugging off your jeans and reki looks away to give your privacy. “you’re so precious, reki” you coo at him. reki only smiles at the opposite wall and shakes his head. when you’re done, you drop your wet clothes in his laundry and walk over to him. “i’m decent!”

reki looks back at you and his heart twists at the sight of you, clad in his work shirt, hanging just above your knees and slightly hugging your waist. he prays he isn’t blushing and gulps.

“i have sweatpants if you want some, sweetheart”, he reminds you weakly, trying to stop staring.

you blink at him, lost and then you gasp. “oh, sorry! I didn’t meant to make you uncomfortable!” you rush. “i’ll put some pants on—”

“no!” he practically shouts, before squeezing his lips shut. you both hold your breaths when you hear his little sister in the next room, groan and shift in her sleep. waiting, until he’s sure it’s safe, he continues much quietly. “i’m not uncomfortable. you look really good, i love you like this. i just want you to feel comfortable”

adoration surges in your chest as you watch your boyfriend clumsily and earnestly explain himself, a blush adorned on his face. “i feel the most comfortable when i’m with you” you admit with a shy smile, your face growing warm.

reki blinks up at you for a second, looking momentarily stunned before his face morphs into a soft grin. his eyes twinkle as he holds his hands out for you, sure and steady. placing your hands in his calloused ones, you sit down beside on the bed and sit criss crossed.

the both of you sit like that for a while, staring lovingly at one another and taking turn squeezing each other’s hands. finally, you bring reki’s hands up to your lips, littering his knuckles with kisses before giving them a quick squeeze.

“where do you hurt the most?” you question, sliding your hands out of his to open the first aid kit. you skim over his injuries, not even knowing where to start. there’s a line of dried blood and a bruise forming on the right side of his face, must be a small laceration under his headband. you know his back is cut up pretty badly and you hope it’s nothing too deep.

“my whole body is sore, if i’m going to be honest” he replies sheepishly. frowning, you gently tug off his headband to assess the damage. just as you suspected, a small cut right under his hairline. the area is beginning to bruise too. you remember adam repeatedly punching him at one point, as reki had locked his arms around him... maybe reki should go to a hospital?

“I promise you i’m fine”, reki assures you, having picked up on the mounting worry on your face. he takes your hand in his, rubbing the roughened pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “trust me! i’ve had worse. i was jumped and hit with a car all in one day and i didn’t even get a concussion”.

despite reki’s face beaming with pride, you frown deeper and fidget at the thought of reki getting hurt like that. “please don’t remind me...” you sigh, sitting up off the bed to grab a face towel from his closet. “i’m gonna run this under water, okay?”

“alright”, reki answered, watching you step out of his room to make your way to the bathroom. you hurry back, the wet towel dripping water down your forearm, and gently seat yourself on the bed.

you arrange yourself so that you are sitting criss cross in front of reki. “I’m going to clean it, alright?” you say, before leaning into give him a peck.

“okay” he murmurs, placing his hand on your knee. reki squeezes hard when you gently press the wet towel against his wound. you do this repeatedly until you make sure there’s no visible dirt around the wound before placing the towel on reki’s bedside table. you’re quick to patch up his forehead before placing a gentle kiss over the bandage. he snickers through his nose at this, squeezing your knee once more.

“now for your back...” you purse your lips. “take your shirt off.”

you’ve seen reki shirtless a thousand times before and he knows this. still, he can’t help but squirm under your gaze as he works at removing the layers of clothing he’s wearing. he takes his jacket off fine but he struggles a bit with his hoodie, still damp from the rain, wincing as he tugs upward on the fabric.

“here, lemme help you”, you murmur, sitting forward on your knees to tug his hoodie upwards and over his head. you work at the white t-shirt he had on under his hoodie next. gently as you could, you peeled the shirt off reki’s torso trying not to disturb his wounds. but he still flinches, sucking a quick breath in. “sorry! i’m sorry!”

“no, no! you’re fine, it just stung a little” reki promises you, giving your thigh a squeeze. you tug the t-shirt over his head, grimacing. his torso is littered with bruises and a few scrapes, but nothing too worrisome.

“okay, lemme see your back”, you tell him, bracing yourself as you crawl around him get a full glimpse. just as you thought, his back is scraped up and still bleeding lightly—nothing too deep. you grab the wet towel on his bedside table and hop off the bed to go run it under the bathroom facet.

when you return, reki is sitting on his bed exactly like you left, watching you tip toe over to him. “do you wanna take off your pants?” you ask, folding the wet towel. “maybe change into something dry?”

“um, yeah actually...” reki mutters, fumbling with his belt. “c-could you grab me some sweatpants? please?”

with the wet towel in one hand, you grab a pair of gray sweatpants from reki’s closet with your other hand. you can hear reki shuffling out of his pants as you walk over to the bed, with your face turned away.

you hold the sweatpants out for him, your face turned to the side. “you don’t have to look away if you don’t want to”, reki tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice. he takes the sweatpants from your hands.

“you gave me privacy, so i’m returning to the favor—give me your wet clothes, i’ll put them in the hamper”

you trade off the wet towel for reki’s clothes, wheeling around to place them in his hamper. when you turn back, reki is sitting with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, wearing just his sweatpants and holding the wet towel in one hand.

“whenever you’re ready, nurse y/n”, he smiles at you, showing his teeth. you squint your eyes at him playfully and shuffle over to his bed. accepting the wet towel from reki, you crawl behind him so that you have full access to his back.

“okay, i’m going to clean your wounds, let me know if i’m hurting you”, you warn him, folding your legs underneath you. he grunts in response. taking a breath to steel yourself, you gently press the towel against the abrasions. suddenly, reki gasps loudly. you squeak and pull back almost immediately, your heart in your throat. “what?”

reki’s back is shaking and to your relief (and horror), you realize reki is laughing. he turns his head around to catch a glimpse at your expression and laughs so hard, he snorts and it almost makes you laugh—almost.

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t help it”, he gasps between laughs.

you suck your teeth. “well, now that it’s out of your system, can you hold still? i seriously don’t want to hurt you” you reposition yourself, heart still hammering in your chest.

“sorry, angel, go ahead”, he stifles a giggle, holding still. hesitantly, you press the wet towel to abrasions on his back.

“that okay?” you question and he nods. taking another breath, you dab his entire span of his back with the towel, stopping every now and then to check in on him. once you’ve cleaned his wounds up, you dig around in the first aid kit for some gauze sponges to pat his back dry. “i’m gonna wrap you up for tonight but you should let it dry tomorrow, okay?”

“you got it, nurse” reki chimes back and you bite back a smile, reaching for the gauze dressing in the first aid kit. once you’ve placed the dressing over the worst of his wounds, you grab the gauze roll and begin to wrap it around reki’s torso.

at one point, your fingers brush up against his side and his breath slightly hitches. you freeze, giving him a concerned hum.

“i’m ticklish” he whispers sheepishly and you smirk, continuing to wrap the gauze around his torso.

“storing this information for later, thank you!” you tease causing reki groans. “i didn’t wrap it too tight, did i? can you breathe?”

“i can breathe fine, don’t worry” reki sighs, as you loosely tie the gauze. “you did great, thank you”

once you’re done tying the gauze, you place your hands on top of reki’s shoulders. “good?” you ask.

“good”, reki nods. you take in reki’s bandaged back, his slightly toned shoulders, his red hair pressed against nape of his neck, even the back of his head. he look’s so good with his hair down.

before you even know what you’re doing, you gently press your lips against the nape of his neck. reki freezes, his shoulder tensing before you press another kiss along the back of his neck. he shivers and his whole body melts. you kiss again, this time further up the nape of his neck and into his hair and he lets his head hang forward, sighing slightly. another kiss is placed where his neck meets his shoulder, and he has to bite back a whimper.

“i’m so proud of you”, you whisper into the back of his neck. he reaches around to squeeze your hand. “you did so great tonight—you’re always so great, you never fail to amaze me.”

upon hearing your words, reki feels a lump form in his throat. you always told him that, how proud you were of him for doing things he thought were exceedingly mundane. he remembers that night he was panicking in your bathroom, shaking on his legs like a newborn deer and barely managing to control his breathing. how even then, you were proud of him, for what exactly? he couldn’t answer.

but now, when you tell him that with your lips soft against his nape, in the darkness of his room, he believes you. he’s banged up and unbelievably sore, but he believes you. and further more, he’s feeling proud of himself too, for not disappointing himself, for doing what he had come to do at that beef.

reki shifts around, so that he’s facing you to see that you're smiling at him in a way that he could only describe as pure adoration.

“and...” you start, pushing his bangs back from his forehead. “you looked so fucking hot”.

reki eyes widened slightly before he blows air out of his mouth and rolls his eyes. you grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

“no, no! but you actually looked really good?” you giggled, squeezing his cheeks between your hands. “like, when you nailed that landing off that cliff? and when you dodged him like that? like, i knew you could move, but you were really moving, you know—?”

“y/n—”reki starts, grinning pretty hard as he tries to advert his gaze from yours.

“and you were smiling so hard, like you were actually glowing—beaming! i don’t know, something about the way you looked under those lights they have at S...i actually wanted to bark, like wow—”

“y/n, shut up!” reki is giggling now, flushed right down to his chest. he tries to wrestle your hands from off his face, but you kept your grip.

“don’t act all shy now, mister! you knew exactly what you were doing! when you were like ‘and you’d better remember it’, i was this close to dropping to my knees—”

“y/n—”

“and every one was screaming your name and i was just like ‘yea, that’s my boyfriend! my man! my prince—!’”

suddenly, reki flips you over pinning you arms right beside your head, the both of you giggling.

“oh my god, why are you still going” reki half groans between giggles as you continue to cackle.

“my sweetheart, my baby, my sweat pea, my darling, the future of father of my children, my honey bunch, my sugar pie, the apple of my eye, the light of my life—” you list off, delirious with laughter, not even fighting against reki’s grip on your forearms. he hovers over you, laughing too, his eyes shining and his face beaming

“you need to stop” reki shakes his head slightly, his bangs falling onto your forehead as he leans in for a kiss. he pulls back and you're silent for a moment...until you start rattling off corny pet names again, but this time less giggly.

“my sun, my moon, my stars, my whole world—” you murmur before reki presses his lips against yours. he pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, the skin slightly under your right eye, and onto your left eyelid.

“you’re so annoying”, reki whispers, letting go of your forearms to hold your face instead.

“you kinda are too”, you whisper back, placing your hands over his, rubbing your thumbs along the back of his hand.

“mmm, i guess we’re destined for one another then” he murmurs and you nod, fervently. reki kisses you sweetly and you hum against his lips. “i love you so much”.

“i love you too, baby” you sigh, putty in reki’s hands. he looks so pretty above you, the lamplight reflecting his eyes and his cheeks still flushed. he looks like the human embodiment of honey.

you turn your head over to glimpse at the alarm clock on his bed side table. 3:37 AM

“our sleeping schedules are so messed up” you groan turning your head back to look up at reki. he blinks, following your gaze towards the alarm clock.

“oh, i usually sleep around his time anyway” he shrugs.

“okay, but you have injuries...so you need to rest to heal” you reason while sitting up slightly, forcing reki to sit up with you. “are you still in pain? i can get you a tylenol”

“i’ll need one in the morning, but i’m fine for now”, he assures you with a grin.

you both climb under his blankets, but he wants for you to sit back against his pillows. already knowing, you hold your arms out for him and he lays between your legs, wrapping his arms around your torso. reki presses his ear to chest, taking in the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, as you smooth his hair back.

“goodnight, sweetheart” you whisper, leaving your hand in his hair.

“goodnight, baby” he murmurs into you chest, pressing a kiss there. “i love you, i can’t wait to wake up and see you tomorrow”

you chuckle tiredly. “i love you too, i’ll see you in the morning”.

notes: this was also, long as hell. i apologize! this is honestly the sappiest sh*t i’ve ever written, idk if it can get any sappier than this (it probably can, and will >:3) .

#sk8 the infinty #reki #reki kyan #reki x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #reki x y/n #sk8 the infinity x y/n #reki kyan x reader

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colossal-fallout · 4 years

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Hi, it's Reri! :D I'm once again asking for smut (what else?). I was wondering if you can write something that involves Reiner x Female Reader. I would like them to have that kind of feral moment, you know, probably Reiner literally RIPPING OFF THE SHIRT of the poor reader and smashing her like mashed potatoes and maybe leaving some marks on her body. Fic? HCs? The choice is yours. <3 Pretty please! Thank you so much for your time!!

Hello beautiful 😘

I am more than happy to give you some Reiner Smut. He's just... On another level 🥵🥵 hope you enjoy.

Feral sex with Reiner Braun h/c's

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Female bodied reader X Reiner Big balls Braun

Impreg kink.

So, you've gotten yourself in a bit of a sticky situation with Reiner Braun. (Lucky you). He's beyond just horny. Every primal binding within his DNA is screaming to fuck and impregnate you - right now.

No other person would do. It's you and your scent. Your skin. Your insides he needs to devour. Like a starving great white that has just caught a whiff of blood, his pupils dilate and his mouth starts to salivate. Not to mention his soaring heart rate and temperature starting to produce small beads of sweat on his head.

Towering over you, he corners his pray his lips colliding with yours with a loud groan. Large calloused hands grope and grasp frantically, ripping off your shirt with one easy movement. Buttons fly around the room, bouncing off the floor with loud patters. His instincts are to clasp his eyes shut in desperation - but he keeps his now dark orbs open, wanting to see every tiny detail on his woman.

You're so overwhelmed but in the most wonderful way. Your senses are assaulted and invaded over and over again. His lips, his teeth, his hands, his throbbing errection, fit to burst, pressing against you.

Before you know it you're naked and thrown onto the bed with a low growl, his body pressing against yours before you even stop bouncing.

His solid chest and abs ridge along you as he slithers his body up and down - unable to keep himself still for too long, needing every single little stimulation from you possible.

He's panting heavily, hands running over every inch of your skin, desperate groans in your ear as he begins to gruffly verbalise his need for you.

"I need you."

"I'm going to fuck you into the next world."

"Babe... My dick is aching for you."

His body is usually warm, but right now you could almost see steam rising from his flesh, rolls of heat from his inferno of desire swirling deep within him.

His mouth clasps around your clit not starting slow like he usually does. His flicks are fast immediately and urgently as his large two fingers push into you, groaning into your cunt at your smell and taste.

He needs to open you up and get you going before he could possibly fit his king cock inside of you.

He sloppily yet amazingly made out with your quivering pussy, the slicking sounds of his wet mouth like music to your ears.

His fingers curl in you and begin to roughly rock, instantly sending shooting stars across your vision.

"Do my fingers feel good inside your tight pussy, baby?"

"Let daddy know he's doing a good job."

Daddy?!

He didn't usually refer to himself as that, but he was so clouded with intense lust and passion, anything could slur out of his mouth at this point.

"You going to make me a dad?" He reiterated noticing your small flicker of confusion.

You nod, biting your lip.

He moans deeply at your answer, returning his mouth to your external G spot, lapping like a wolf who hadn't drank in days.

He recognises the familiar pattern of your internal clenching, knowing you were going to orgasm soon.

"Shit..." He hisses in an admiring daze.

He doesn't let up once as you reach the heavens, pushing you into over stimulation territory.

Pulling himself away, he returns to kissing your mouth, tasting your sweet cum on his warm tongue.

He's so fired up at this point, the front of his hair is starting to stick to his forehead with his sweat.

His teeth clamp down harshly on your neck, sucking and marking as he lines himself up to your core, his large head forcing its way into your small entrance.

He pushes and pushes, it slowly but surely worming its way inside of you. The stretching sensation too good to bear.

"Good girl. You can take it. You're doing so well..." He encourages you, already sweetly frustrated he can't just pound into you as his primal urges command him to.

Your back arches, your nails dig into whatever surface is available - sheets or your lovers broad shoulders.

He's still slowly pushing, when it finally passed the threshold and slides all the way into you, a loud groan vibrating his chest.

He clasps your wrists together in one large hand as he sits up, pushing your thighs up with the other as if forbidding you to escape. (Like you'd want to)

He pounds into you, his balls slapping off your ass, his hips rolling again and again, over and over, his abs moving under his skin as he did so.

His groans are so fucking loud right now. Like... Omg.

"Gonna fill you to the brim, baby."

"Gonna make sure you... Argh fuck... You can't walk after this."

"You're gonna be so full of my cum."

He releases his grip on your wrist before opening your legs wide and leaning over you, dipping his cock so deeply into you, you thought you could feel it in your throat.

You've never heard him make such primal noises before. You fucking love it though.

He suddenly flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air as he pushes himself back in, your eyes rolling as his huge hand pushes on your back, ensuring you stay down so he can be as deep inside you as possible.

"You're gonna be so full it's gonna be leaking from your mouth."

He's almost delirious at this point - his balls tightening and ready to unload everything into you.

"I'll split you in half with this cock you love so much."

You cry out loud as your insides pull him deeper, absorbing him into your orgasm.

The only way I can describe the noise he makes when he cums is like a very loud "NNNRRRRRR!" growl through his teeth.

His eyes roll and his knees almost buckle as he empties himself deep in your core, your orgasm sucking up all of his hot mess into your cervix.

"y/n ! Shit! Oh my god..."

Let's just say, when Reiner is in his rare Dom feral mode (he's usually a softer Dom or a slight sub) it's one hell of a ride. And it won't be just the one round either.

I am in love with this wonderful human 💞

#attack on titan #snk #snk imagines #snk season 4 #reiner braun #snk headcanons #snk fandom #attack on titan x you #attack on titan reiner #reiner headcanons #reiner smut #reiner braun headcanons #reiner snk

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besotted-eros · 3 years

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Visit from a Ghost

Eren x Fem!Reader

Content: Angst, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), pining, overstim, dirty talk, slight blood, bruising, established relationship, canon compliant

A/N: so this is a companion piece to my obsessed! Eren headcanons and fic. References to manga spoilers, heavy on the angsty sex. Very self indulgent. Hope you enjoy!

When you saw the figure at your bedroom window, lounging upon the sill as though he was meant to be there, you drew your gun.

It was a small, angry thing, wrestled from the grasps of a Marleyan soldier and entrusted to you to help protect the queen. You had yet to use it, but levelled it naturally now, letting out a growled command for the shadowed being to raise his hands.

When you saw the figure turn from your bedroom window, lazily leaning his head back so his viridian gaze met yours, you dropped your gun.

It hit the floorboards with a metallic thud, and in a better context you would have held your breath, jumped away from the risk of a bullet discharging from the fall. But you were motionless, staring at the apparition in front of you. That was what he felt like. A ghost, conjured from beyond the veil.

"Eren." You said it like one calls to the dead, your voice shaky and unconfident. But brimming, with hope. With fear.

"I come all this way to see you, and your first reaction is to shoot me?" He murmured, his rich voice creeping through the dark to find the holes in your heart.

Moth bitten, hung up in a closet and forgotten, you had lost the memory of the pain and euphoria that Eren brought you. But you could feel it now, searing your chest.

"You deserve worse. Months. It's been months." The words tumbled from your throat as you fought the urge to cry. "I didn't know where you were. For months. And they won't tell me what what happened, no one will." You felt like a child, choking on your words as your hands bunched into fists. The only thing you knew is that you were meant to raise the alarm as soon as you saw him. But you couldn't. Not for him. You wanted to fall to your knees, to see how he'd rush across the room to gather you in his arms.

"You don't want me to answer that truthfully." He moved from the windowsill, feet silently hitting the ground as he faced you completely.

You didn't recognize him. Those were the eyes of your lover, those the lips you kissed, the brow you rested yours upon. The man who was once the boy you slept beside, you fought beside, you grew beside. The face you had seen overcome with passion, with pain and glory. But he was stoic, as grey as the three walls. You had felt him slipping before Marley, but now?

Even though he was in the same room, breathing your air, he felt gone.

"I do. I know you're the one who pushed me onto this duty, you made Hisu call for me, and for what? To keep me stupid and ignorant?" You spat the words at his feet, and it made him bristle.

"To protect you, why else? This stupid farm house is the safest place on the island. Safer than any of the walls, or the inner castle, or-"

"Safer than with you?"

That touched him. The repetition of his vow, that as long as you were by his side you would come to no harm. That he would hold you with his heart and protect you with his life. As long as you stayed within reach of him.

"Yes. Safer than with me. So much safer." He didn't want that to be true. He wanted to be where you belonged.

But he needed to make the world safe for you.

"I needed to make sure you were taken care of, that I could do the things I was meant to do without risking you." He crossed his arms in front of his body, and the tone of his voice bordered on petulant. But despite his stoic face, you could tell he was nervous. The clench of his jaw, how his eyes looked past you instead of at you. This wasn't a man who had forgone emotions. Just a mask.

Maybe that was your Eren after all.

"I know you hate me-"

"I don't hate you." You cut him off sharply, reaching up to touch the pendant at your throat. It was a piece of sea glass, tumbled by the waves to the colour of his eyes. You had picked it up on a beach patrol, and told him how it matched him perfectly. He had stolen it out of your pocket that night and fashioned a cage with stolen wire. The next morning it hung from the leather cord his father's key once did, and found its permanent home upon your neck.

He told you it was his eye and his heart, and to keep watch over it as he kept watch over you.

He had been so gentle. You remembered how the sea breeze rustled the hair, grown to the nape of his neck, how he had given you a smile that had become so rare. He had known then that the boat would be returning without him.

"I don't hate you even if I want to. I never could. I... I miss you." The dam in your throat broke as you hiccuped a single sob. And the dam in his face broke, eyebrows upturned with remorse.

He had made you cry.

"No, no, no." He murmured, crossing the floor to take you in his arms. He was taller, his body somehow even more wiry than when he had left. Toughened by hardship. But the way his fingers curled around the back of your head, the way his arm wrapped around your waist. That was how he held you. How he always had. The familiarity made you weak, and you clung to him desperately, fists mangling the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face against him.

"Y/n." He said it through gritted teeth, and then repeated it. And then again.

You thought back to every time you had embraced after being apart. The sound of his feet pounding the stone of Wall Maria to throw his arms around you, his cries of your name loud enough to send birds flying. How he had whispered your name when you saw him after Shiganshina, his face buried in the crook of your neck and the weight of the world suddenly so much more heavy upon his shoulders.

"Eren." You reached up, taking his face delicately in your hands. His malachite gaze was wide, wild with desperation and hurt. "What happened to you, 'ren?" You asked, and his eyes shut tightly. "What did you do?"

"Please. Don't ask me. I'll answer to God, but I can't answer to you."

You could have pressed. He would have given up, at least... The Eren who loved you a lifetime ago would have. But the darkness in his mouth when he pressed his lips to your forehead convinced you not to.

He had followed you so diligently when you were young. Seeking the peace he had somehow found in you. And as you pulled him towards your lips, you knew it was that same comfort he was searching for. Peace, amongst his life of nothing but war. So you kissed serenity onto his lips, knowing that this may be the last taste of it he would ever have.

He groaned softly against your mouth, still for a moment before pressing into the touch. His fingers were gentle as they brought you closer, and closer still. Tugging at your hips, your shoulders, your hair, coiling around your neck. He was rediscovering you, reminding himself of the map of your body. It was like he was finding his way home again.

"I missed you. I thought about you, so much." He exhaled over your lips, and you tried to keep the welling of your tears from spilling over again. You had needed that. Needed to know that he still breathed for you. "Even when it hurt. I thought about you."

"I thought about you too." You whispered, stroking your hands through his silken hair. "I hoped... I didn't think it was smart, but I hoped. You would come to me."

Your hands traversed his chest and back, running down his shoulders and muscular arms. You grabbed his wrists, feeling the bump of your hair tie still upon it. He lifted for you to see, and you pressed a kiss to his hot skin, unable to hold back the tears anymore. You watered his skin with them.

"See? I kept you with me. Always." his mouth was against your forehead, tendons in his wrist flexing. "I lost a lot of myself. But I never lost you."

You let out a choked whimper and he pressed his cheek to yours, murmuring your name softly. Finally your knees gave out, but his arms were vices around your waist, holding you as you leaned against him. But he came down with you, kneeling with you in the puddle of moonlight. It painted him white and black, his shadows so much deeper but where it graced him, he glowed.

"I'm sorry." You sighed into his shoulder, all but pawing at his back. "I just... Am I dreaming, Eren? Are you going to be gone when my eyes open in the morning?"

He didn't answer for a moment, face buried in your hair. "I'm real. This is real. I promise."

"Prove it." You whispered, turning your mouth to his ear like a bloom to sun. "I've had this nightmare, every night since you've left. Prove this isn't one."

His fingers curled around your upper arms as his eyes bore into yours. They were shadowed, haunted by things you knew you'd never know. "Tell me how. I'll do anything for you."

Almost, you wanted to correct him. He'd do almost anything for you.

"Love me."

"I do." He murmured, voice strained as he moved to cup your face, his thumb stroking across your lips. You parted them, inviting his digit to press against your tongue. His eyes widened slightly, and you saw something spark. It encouraged you to wrap your lips around him, suckling at his first knuckle. You let it pop from your mouth, dragging your tongue from his palm to the pad.

"Show me. Show me the way only you can." You spoke softly against his skin, and he let out a soft groan, from deep deep within his chest.

"Only me?" He whispered hoarsely, hands squeezing the sides of your face. You nodded as best as you could. "You haven't touched another since I've been gone?"

"Of course not. Since that first night, since that first kiss..." You gripped his wrists tightly, voice thick with emotions you couldn't name. "It's only been you, forever just you."

He kissed you like he wanted to consume you. Open mouthed, hot breath, all teeth and clawing fingers. You fell into him, letting him pull you up and push you towards your bed. You fell backwards, welcoming the soft mattress against your back. A stark contrast to his body, all hard lines and firm hands.

Eren's heat was enough to melt you. You didn't realise you had been so cold. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling his warmth further against your core. He grunted softly against your mouth, jutting his hips forward so you could feel how you made him.

Your lips trailed from his, kissing along the sharp line of his jaw, up to his ear. You didn't need to say anything into it, just your breath made him wild. He tore at your shirt, sending buttons flying across the room as the moonlight met your skin. In response you pulled at his, unhooking your legs to push at his pants. You wanted skin, you wanted bare vulnerable touch. You wanted to see the parts of him he kept hidden.

He never scarred. Your hands traced the unmarred landscape of his torso as he flexed underneath you. No matter what horrors his body faced, it would never leave a lasting impression on him. The titan in him assured that.

You wondered if it was the same for love, as your teeth pricked at his skin, making him shiver. You marked him, delicate and light. In the sun it would look like stepping stones, tracing the path of a lovers touch. If it would even last till morning.

But you loved him anyway, even if it was temporary.

"So beautiful." His voice was guttural, hands cupping your breasts after yanking your bra down. Your nipples didn't have time to harden under his thumb before his mouth was upon them, suckling gently. You gripped his chestnut hair in response, letting out a soft whine of pleasure that encouraged him to suck harder. He switched sides, leaving the cold air to caress the wetness at your precipice.

"I can hear your heartbeat" he murmured, pausing for a moment to press himself against your flesh. "It's so fast."

Your nails traced vows on the back of his neck, down his back as far as you could reach. "You make me like this." You whispered, and his teeth sunk into your skin, making your back arch. "You scare me. You turn me on. You make my head dizzy and my st-stomach fill with butterflies." He stripped you as you spoke, pushing down the soft fabric of your pants, then the cotton of your panties. You felt the kiss of the cold night air for a moment, drifting through the window. And then his fingers were upon you, slowly stroking along your aching entrance and your slick lips.

"I make you wet." He murmured against your skin, and you flushed, nodding.

"Yes, you do." You responded, moving your hips along his hand, encouraging him. He obliged happily, digits wet with your desire now sliding into your hole. You had been so long neglected, not feeling the desire to even touch yourself without him there to see. He could feel your tightness, how you gripped his fingers.

"My sweetheart," he purred, lifting his face to gaze up at you. His eyes were heavy lidded, almost hiding the jade irises that haunted your dreams. "You're so tight, spread your legs." You obeyed him as easily as breathing, opening your legs as he began to kiss his way further down. You whined again, and his fingers gripped your thighs, forcefully enough to close them slightly.

"The fucking noises you make..." He hissed, breath hot against your pussy. He dragged a tongue from the bottom, to the very top, glancing off of your clit in a way that made you cry out. "I want you to keep quiet so we don't get caught but..." Another languid lick, another lewd gasp. "I want to make you scream too."

Your hand came down hard on the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly. He groaned against you, sending vibrations through you. You didn't mean to be hard, to have tugged so roughly. But Eren loved it, eyes glinting as he sank his tongue into you, letting your plush walls envelope the muscle eagerly. Each time your hand twitched, responding to the waves of pleasure he drew from you, you'd pull more. And it would drive him forward, tongue sliding across your lips desperately, lips closing around your clit to suckle at it.

Your body was uncontrollable, hips lifting from the bed and chest heaving. At points it felt like he was drinking from you, loud slurps as he thumbed your clit. The movement repeated, becoming faster and faster. The pleasure mounted, a knot tightened where his tongue touched you.

"Do it." He purred against you, feeling how your legs trembled and thighs touched his ears. He knew you, knew what every jerk of your body meant. "On my tongue, want to taste you."

That was what made the bud burst, your hips rocking desperately against him as your pussy fluttered, overcome with its first orgasm in months. It coursed through you, and you felt the bed wet with your love.

Your toes curled with pleasure and you moved onto your elbows, staring down at him.

"Eren," you whimpered, and his eyes opened once more. From your vantage point you could see how his hips moved, thrusting slowly against the mattress. He was as desperate for you as you were for him."Eren I need you. I need you so bad." With a final pop of your clit, one that made you gasp, he pulled back and straightened up. His cock bobbed as he looked at you, eyes filled with a dangerous mixture of love and lust. He was dripping, your wetness from his chin and his pre-cum from his mushroom head.

"How badly?"

You brought your legs to your chest slowly, and his eyes dropped from your face to your heat. Your hole closed around emptiness, so desperate to be filled. "More than anything."

His fist closed around his shaft, stroking slightly as he stared at you with a slack jaw, face softened with awe. He always looked at you as though you hung the moon. As if you were responsible for everything soft and wonderful in the world. You watched as he touched himself and his mouth twisted into a grin.

"Did this..." He whispered, his hand moving faster, the noises filling the room. They were hot, lewd. The hot slick of his skin, your moans rising to meet it. "Did this when I thought of you."

The thought of him, so far away from you, deep in trouble but still overcome by his want, the aching need of you. It was enough to make you gush visibly, and Eren moaned at the sight. Before you had the chance to beg again he was at your entrance, hands pushing on the backs of your thighs. You pulled at him, bringing him to your lips so you could kiss your moans into his mouth.

Because the moment he started pushing, moan you did. Loud and desperate, feeling how he spread you. How he made you stretch to fit him like a glove.

He was mumbling in your ear, alternating between sweet calls of your name and darkened swears. Your nails dragged down his back, digging into his smooth skin and making steam rise. His hips were slow, but only for a moment. The need took over quickly, and you bucked to meet him as best as you could. But he was long, long enough to make you start each time he bottomed out in you.

"Eren, Eren, Eren," you whispered into the dark, each iteration becoming more and more sloppy. He grabbed your face, pulling himself up so he could stare at you. Sweat beaded on his elegant forehead, his long hair slicked back. But his eyes glowed in the lowlight, focusing on your face as though nothing but you existed.

He pounded you in time with your chants, each drill concentrated on getting as much of himself into you as he could. He filled your needy hole like he filled your heart. Wholly, fully. Enough to make your eyes well with tears.

He caught one that trickled down the side of your face, lapping it up with his long tongue. You gasped for air, twisting his hair in your fingers as legs wrapped around him desperately. You wanted to stay like this, stay connected to him forever. His hands traversed you, finding the places he had made home. The curve of your waist, the precipice of your hips, the valley under your ass as he pulled you up further, hitting you now at an angle that dragged across the nub on your inner wall.

And then he lifted you, pulling back to sit on his heels and to suspend you in his arms. You grasped his face as you looked down at him, your hair falling like a curtain. Hiding him from the world, the world that would take him from you. He was beautiful. All wild eyes, soft pouting lips. His fine features were shadowed, his expression twisted with pleasure. You kissed him, once. Twice. Three times. Each time deeper.

Stay here.

You wanted to say as he began to bounce you, sliding you upon his length, fingers digging into the soft plush of your ass.

Stay here, we can be okay.

His mouth was hot on your neck and shoulders, leaving bruises that you worried would outlast him.

Stay here, I can love you safe here.

But all that came out of your mouth was a keening moan, your walls fluttering as you came like a river, washing over him. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, the wave of euphoria making you tremble and making him growl. He bite your shoulder, drawing soft droplets of blood, and you felt his hips stutter, and the telltale wetness that heralded his own cum. Filling you, as it should. He moaned, vulnerable and wanton into your shoulder.

"That's fucking it, baby. Cream on my cock." He cooed, his pace unrelenting as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. You were relieved when he let you fall back onto the bed, eyes opening to pull in for a kiss.

But he didn't stop.

"Er-eren..." You whimpered, and he kissed you hard, enough to bruise the pulp of your lip.

"Hold on... Hold on to me..." He whispered, teeth dragging across your sensitive flesh. You obliged, throwing your arms around his neck, legs circling him and pulling him in to the hilt. He pulled back, snapping in quickly, his pace sloppy and hurried.

"Need more...need more of you and I..." A gasp, a throb from deep within you. "need to give you all of me."

You were seeing stars. Bursting across your vision like supernovas. Though your limbs clung to him, the pleasure grew almost unbearable. A burning fire twisting between your legs, making you jerk and throb. It's like you could feel him in ways you never could.

The drip of his sweat, watering the forgotten lands of your body. The way his skin soothed yours, healing empty wounds. How his hair shifted, a lock falling to caress your cheek.

And his heartbeat. You felt it. Inside you, beating as though it was your own. The sensation drove you wild, clawing at his shoulders and yanking at his ochre locks.

"Gonna- it's gonna..." You whimpered, unable to form coherence. He drove into you faster, nodding against you. You were reduced to a babbling mess, eyes rolled back, mouth slack.

"Yeah, yeah baby yeah me too. Gonna cum in you again. Take it, take me. Take it all." He said, his voice thick with lust as he clawed into you, the slam of his hips hitting you in the most unimaginable of ways. He reared back suddenly, gripping your face hard enough to hurt as he placed his brow to yours.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." You replied, and with that you were both over the cliff, bodies shaking with pleasure. He filled you, his hot cum spurting from the slight space between you. His hand slammed against the head board, chest heaving, hips stuttering. But his eyes never left yours, gaze glazed with pleasure. His weight collapsed against you, and you cradled him, murmuring as his lips pressed to yours.

"Say it again." He demanded, hand moving to cup your cheek. "Say you love me."

"I love you." You turned your head to kiss his palm. "I love you, Eren. I love you."

He let out a soft sound, resting his mouth against your cheek. "More." He demanded, rolling over now and pulling you with him. His arms caged you, in a way that made you never want to be free. "I want a lifetimes worth."

"I'll give you a few months." You muttered, and could feel him smile against the top of your head. You wondered when was the last time he did that. When would be the next. "Just to catch you up." His hands stroked through your hair, teasing knots from it. You laid your ear flat to his toned chest. "You'll have to get the rest next time." His hand faltered and then tightened, pushing you into him. You could hear his heart pick up speed.

"Y/n-"

"Don't." You interrupted him. It was sharper than you intended, but you thought you had the right to it. "Don't say a word."

He went silent, resuming his grooming of your locks.

"Tell me we'll see each other again. Even if it's for a moment. Just once more. I don't want this to be it." His hands flattened on your back as he held you.

"I promise." He murmured. "We'll see each other again. But by then you'll hate me."

You didn't argue. Somehow you knew.

"For now, I love you." You pulled yourself to him, kissing his mouth with sweetness. You whispered it, over and over. Like a promise. Like a prayer. You said until your voice was hoarse, curled up on your side as his body surrounded you. You fell asleep with it on your tongue.

And you woke up to an empty bed.

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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This is a day late, but here's a birthday fic I wrote for my favorite man, Dazai♡

Happy Birthday, Love♡

"Good morning!"

A cheery voice echoed in Dazai's ear. He groaned at the noise. It was only 5 in the morning.

"Who?", he managed to grumble into the phone, shifting on his bed to stretch his legs.

"It's me, Dummy. Wake up and get ready. I'm picking you up in 5."

His eyes shot open. Why the fuck were you picking him up at 5.05 am on a fucking Saturday?

"Y/N, it's literally dark out there, "

"Shut up. Be ready!"

With that, you hung up.

Dazai groaned into his pillow, fisting the sheets and preparing himself to get out of bed.

He rolled off the edge, quite literally, and landed on his bum, hissing at the cold that kissed his ass.

He stumbled to get ready, pulling on his favourite hoodie and throwing on some jeans.

In exactly 5 minutes, his doorbell rang.

He huffed, pulling it open, and was about to whine when he took in the sight of you.

There you stood, a bright smile on your face and a bouquet in your arms.

On the flowers a hideously large note read, "Happy Birthday, Osa!"

He blinked, remembering that today was, infact, 19th June. The day he was born.

"Happy birthday, baby!"

You extended your arms, thrusting the flowers in his face. He smiled at you, accepting the flowers and pulling you in.

"Whoa-"

You were cut short by a pair of lips slamming down onto your own.

Dazai had you pinned to his door as he passionately kissed you, pouring all his love and thanks into it. He trailed his hand along your sides, eliciting an excited shiver down your spine. His tongue claimed your mouth as it's own, making you whimper at the intensity of the kiss.

You pushed his shoulders, trying to create some distance between your heaving chests.

"Not... not now!"

You grinned up at your whiny boyfriend.

"But why can't we just tear our clothes off and-"

"No! I'm not celebrating your special day like this."

He pouted, his angelic features almost making you give in. Almost.

"I have something planned for you, love. "

He smirked, leaning forward to kiss along your neck.

"Do you... really... want... to miss out... on this?"

He asked you between kisses. You gulped, pushing him away.

"No! Not now! Maybe later."

He grinned coyly at your flustered state, before yelping at the sudden pull of you grabbing his arm.

You pulled him out of the house, slamming the door behind you, and sprinting down the hall. He stumbled to keep up to you, your entwined fingers pulling him forward.

You reached down stairs to your motorcycle, putting your helmet on and tossing one towards your favorite brunet.

"Come on!"

You ushered him to sit behind you, and once he was seated, you revved you bike to life. You roared through the empty streets of Yokohama. Dazai felt excited, the rush of the wind against his face igniting a flame of exhilaration through his bones.

He hugged your waist, leaning into your warmth as the cool wind nipped at his skin, eliciting shivers.

He watched as the sun rose, it's reddish rays expanding over the land, like how the ocean usurps the sandy beach with every wave. He was left awestruck at how beautiful the city looked. There was so much beauty in this world. He was glad to be able to witness it. Especially glad that he was with you. You were another one of nature's beauties. He adored you so much. He maybe even loved you. But he wouldn't tell you that, for he wasn't sure if the feelings were reciprocated. Nonetheless, being able to spend time with you was a blessing from the heavens. He was going to cherish each every millisecond he got with you.

You maneuvered trough the twist and turns, and took your beloved to a hilltop. The view was splendid from up here. You parked, asking Dazai to get off as you turned the engine off.

"Beautiful..."

You heard him whisper as he looked over the city.

You smiled at his genuine adoration, pulling out a blanket from your bag.

"I know you like nature. I also know that you like food."

He turned towards your voice to see you sitting on a cute blanket that was laid out on the grass. Baskets of food and drinks surrounded you.

"I thought that a picnic is a perfect blend of the two!"

He grinned at your thoughtfulness and joined you.

You both spent quite a while just observing the city. How the darkness was slowly replaced by light. How the once lonely streets were filled with the buzz of humanity. Just Dazai's heart. It was so lonely and dark, then you filled it with light.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but feel... complete. His warmth, his smell, his touch.. it was all way too familiar to you. You both hadn't even been dating that long, but just the thought of him made you smile. You longed to see him everyday. Hearing his voice made you feel lighthearted. His smile lit up your day. Everything about the man sitting next you made you happy. He was your serotonin boost.

You gulped at the intensity of your feelings. You cared for him, a little too much. It scared you. But you knew he felt the same way.

Everytime he leaned into your touch, subconsciously grasping onto your warmth, you realized that he loved you. He never said it to you, but you could see it in his eyes. You could see it in his tiny actions. The way he would smile the brightest smile ever, when he saw you after a long time, the way his eyes lit up when you laughed on one of his stupid jokes, the way he hugged you a little longer than he used to at the beginning. It all just adds up.

You tilt your head to stare at your love, only to find brown eyes peering down at you.

You blushed at being caught, hiding your face into his neck.

Cute chuckles followed by multiple head-kisses made you look back up at the gorgeous man.

"What are you thinking about?"

He asked, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You.", you replied with a smile.

He froze at your reply, a pink hue dusting his cheeks.

"Are you blushing?"

You asked incredulously.

He shook his head a little too quickly to seem convincing, turning away. You grasped his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

Your intense gaze was full of adoration and it made Dazai's face heat up. You were looking at him with such gentleness. He didn't deserve you.

"I love you, Osamu."

He froze. It was a mere whisper, but it was enough to toss his world upside down.

You had finally opened up to him about your true feelings. You felt relieved to finally spill the beans. Your relief didn't last long, though, as your beloved was yet to reply.

You were beginning to worry.

Had you read into it all wrong? Maybe his affinity to your touch was merely a habit. Maybe he wasn't in love with you. Your mind was screaming at you for possibly ruining his special day. You had gone ahead and made it awkward.

"Hey, forget about it. I was not thinking straight, and-"

"I love you, too."

Now you froze. Y/N.exe has stopped working.

"What?"

You sat there, mouth agape. You had expected this, hadn't you? Until a few minutes ago, you had convinced yourself that he loved you back. Yes, you were confused for a second, but now he had told you that he loved you. So, why were you shocked? Why did it feel so good to hear those words from him?

He smiled at your frozen face, leaning forward to kiss you. You melted into his arms, telling him just how much he meant to you through the kiss. You loved how you didn't have to voice out your feelings with him. He simply understood you.

Your fingers threaded through his messy locks, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He grabbed your waist, lifting you up. You jumped at the opportunity and sat yourself on his lap. His hands took the liberty to express your back, creeping under your shirt to caress your soft skin. His skilled fingers teased their way higher and higher. You pushed him on his back, hovering over him, desperate to take control. He didn't let you break the kiss, pulling you down along with him.

A few moments later, it became hard to breathe, but his taste was intoxicating.

He pulled back first, grinning boyishly at you. Placing his forehead on yours, he licked his lips.

"Can't wait to claim you, tonight."

The meaning behind his words finally hit you, and you smacked his arm.

"Why would you say that?!"

"I'll make you scream your love for me, babe."

He winked.

You heated up, hiding your face in your arms. His chuckles made you want to fling a rock at his dumb head.

He was such a baby. But he was your baby. And as long as he was by your side, you would be content.

Hehe, idk if this was good enough, coz I wrote after a long time... but I love he so much uwu

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giggles-and-tiggles · 3 years

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Let Me Work!

You guys are really passionate about people sending me prompts, huh? XD I really appreciate it! Thanks for complimenting my work! It really means a lot to me. I was happy to make this fic! We all need some lee and ler Peter in our lives, right?

PLATONIC Peter x Reader

Summary: When Peter needs to work on an assignment that's worth almost half of his overall grade, you feel bored and the need to play. You try to take his attention off of the work, but it backfires when the tables quickly turn.

Word Count: 1,250

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You excitedly ran through the doors of the Avengers compound. Today was the day Peter promised you that you would spend the whole day together. Peter was your best friend and you never really got to hang out with him because of missions, and hero work. But today was going to be different. You and Peter were going to have a ball together. You made your way up to Peter's only to see him slumped over his desk with papers and books scattered all around him. He had one hand in his hair, while to other hand was messily scribbling down some words in a book.

"Wha - What are you doing?" You said, sadness taking over your voice.

Peter looked up at you with a sorry expression. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know we were supposed to hang out today, but something came up."

You made your way over to his desk and looked down at what he was doing. "C-Can't you just do the work later?"

"No can do, Y/N. This project is worth half of my grade and it's due tomorrow." Peter sighed.

You felt as if you could cry. You were looking forward to this day for weeks and now it can't happen. But you were still the kind of person to make the most out of a bad situation.

"Well, that's alright!" You said. "We can still hang out, I'll just sit on your bed and keep you company." You made your way behind Peter and took a seat on his bed.

"Y/N, I can't have any distractions." Peter stated.

"Okay, then. I won't talk." You said pulling out your phone and scrolling through social media. Peter turned around with a sigh and a smile and got right back to working.

The room was silent for a long while. With Peter flipping pages and writing things down, and you on his bed mindlessly pushing buttons and scrolling through random things, bored out of your mind. You let out a sigh and crawled closer to Peter's desk. You poked his back and he jerked violently.

"Y/N! Cut that out!" Peter demanded, but couldn't help the smile growing on his face.

"Pete, I'm bored!" You exclaimed.

"That's not my problem, Y/N/N!" Peter said, spinning around in his chair. "Go hang out with Mr. Stark!"

"He's in his lab with Dr. Banner."

"Go hang out with Steve."

"He went somewhere with Bucky and Sam."

"Wanda?"

"Wanda went somewhere with Pepper and Nat."

"THOR?"

"Thor... I don't know where Thor is."

Peter simply sighed.

"Everyone knew that we were supposed to be occupied today, so they went out to go do their own thing." You said.

Guilt soon took over Peter's facial expression. But he knew he had to get this project done.

"Y/N, as soon as I'm done with this, we can hang out together for the rest of the day. But this project is really important to me and I have to finish it today." Peter explained.

You looked at Peter with nothing but understanding. "Alright, Pete. No worries." You smiled. He smiled back and poked your side, before returning to his work. You giggled and fell back on the bed. You pulled out your phone again and decided to talk to some friends from school to pass the time.

An entire hour had passed and you were going crazy. How long was the project going to take? You arrived at Peter's room at around 8:42am and now it was 9:57am.

You sat up and poked Peter's side. He jerked violently and almost dropped his pencil. "Y/N dohon't!"

You smirked and poked both of his sides with both of your pointer fingers. You watched him jerk and flop around hilariously in his chair.

"Y/N stohohop!" He giggled, trying to grab at your hands. That's when you changed your poking into squeezing. Peter's laugh became louder and more frantic.

"What's the matter, Pete? A little too ticklish?" You teased.

"STOHOHOP Y/N!" I'm ahahalmost fihihihinished!" He laughed.

"Oh great!" You said making your tickling more sporadic and unpredictable. Peter clamped his arms down to his sides and laughed.

You shoved your hands into his armpits and he lost it. He threw his head back cackled.

"STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! AHAHA PLEHEHEASE Y/N!" He begged, kicking his legs under his desk and trying to roll away in his chair.

"No, I don't think I will-" You were cut off by a sudden swift movement. Peter had spun around, hoped off his chair, grabbed your wrists, and pinned you down on the bed.

"You have your fun, Y/N?" He asked, towering over you.

"Mhm."

"Oh that's great, because now it's my turn." Peter said before digging his hands into your ribs.

"Peheheter w-AHAHAHAHAHAIT!" You squealed, pathetically trying to hit his hands.

Peter scribbled his hands all over your torso, seeing what spots made you react the worst and staying there for a while. All you could do was toss your head back and laugh.

"What's the matter, Y/N/N? A little too ticklish?" Peter teased.

"DOHOHOHON'T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHT, YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK!" You squealed.

"Oh? But you said it to me first!"

Peter lifted up your shirt to reveal your tummy and blew a huge raspberry. Your laughter got loud and desperate. You starting hitting his head and grabbing at his hands, trying to get him to stop. But the more you hit him, the worse he made the raspberries tickle.

"NAHAHAO! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" You screamed.

"More? Whatever you say, Y/N." Peter looked up at you with a wink.

You squealed and kicked when Peter started wiggling his fingers on your sides and blowing raspberries above your belly button.

"PLEHEHEHEASE PEHEHETER! IHIHIHIHI'M BEHEHEHEGGING YOHOHOU! STAHAHAHP!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have tickled me first, Y/N/N."

"IHIHIHI'M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!"

Peter didn't listen to your desperate pleas, he just continued tickling the life out of you. You tried to roll off of the bed, but Peter always caught you and kept you in his grasp. You had nowhere to go.

Peter pinned one of your arms above your head and dug into your armpit. You squealed and tried to fight him off with your free hand, but of course it didn't work.

"PEHEHEHETER EIIHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"No, I don't think I will." Peter said with a smirk.

"YOHOHOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK!" You cried.

Peter placed his hands on your tummy and wiggled his fingers all around. You instantly dissolved into loud giggles.

"You're super ticklish, Y/N. It's so cute." Peter said, bringing his face closer to yours.

"Stohohohop!" You giggled, trying to pry his hands off of you. Peter picked up on the desperation in your voice and decided it was time to give you break.

"Ughh, fine." Peter finally let you go and you gasped for air.

You looked up at Peter and saw him getting dressed.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked.

"Getting ready. You still want to hang out, right?" Peter smiled.

You looked over at Peter's desk. "What about your project? Did you finish it?"

"Nah. But it's only a little bit of work left. I can do it when we come back."

A warm feeling rushed throughout your body. You really loved Peter, he was the greatest friend you could ever ask for. "Alright."

Peter took your hand and rushed out of the door. Your day was great. You couldn't imagine spending this beautiful day with anyone else.

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