#own personal ties to it before and after on such a deep level

[dykedvonte]

It's a shame that Sergeant Bitter-Root and Manny/Boone have never met cause those conversations would be fucking rough

[yandere-daydreams]

Not-So-Scary Moments With The Yan. Genshin Boys (Sumeru + Fontaine Edition).

Characters: Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley.

Word Count: 2.7k.

TW: Borderline Shitposting, Prolonged Imprisonment, Varying Levels of Emotional and Physical Abuse, Codependency, Mentions of Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

Alhaitham

It took Alhaitham about ten minutes to drag himself out of bed, his staggered footsteps audible through the thin walls of his apartment.

It took twenty for him to haul himself through his morning routine – water running somewhere in the distance and porcelain clattering against marble countertops as he washed his face and tried to work some life into himself. Alhaitham usually wasn’t so lethargic, but he’d had a rough week. There’d been a sudden influx of paperwork for the Akademiya’s sole scribe, and every second he didn’t spend buried under new legislation and requests for increased budging was, instead, dedicated to one of his many personal research projects. By the time he’d gotten home last night, it’d been all he could do to make sure you hadn’t starved to death and drag himself to bed.

He usually would’ve kept you waiting for a few more minutes, but an agitated grunt marked an end to his normal patterns. In a moment, he was braced against the doorway to his own study, his eyes narrowed half-hearted towards where you sat in his leather-padded chair, your feet propped on his desk. There was an book open in your lap – one of his, something about metaphysics and ley line abnormalities and how both tied into the Inazuman politics. He eyed it wearily before speaking, his voice still deep with exhaustion. “Where did you put my hearing aids?”

His tone was accusatory, his irritation visible. You put on your sweetest smile. “Where did you put my novellas?” you signed, thinking for a moment before adding, “Bitch?”

“They aren’t ‘novellas’, they’re—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “They’re filth. I don’t want you rotting your brain with smut.”

“The plots are very—”

“The plots are half-baked excuses for paper-thin characters to fondle each other in locations you can tell the author didn’t take the time to properly research and—” His gaze flickered to you, his frown deepening. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’ve read them?”

There was a long beat of silence.

Finally, he let out a labored sigh. “The dozen or so I couldn’t be bothered to throw away are in a cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. It’s locked – the code is your birthday. Now, where are my aids?”

“You fell asleep with them on last night,” you said aloud, abandoning his glorified textbook and pushing yourself to your feet. His hand shot to the side of his head, finding the metallic cuff only slightly displaced by having spent the better half of the night on his head. As you passed him, you paused, pressing a kiss into the corner of his scowl and pretending to ignore the muffled groan he let out in response.

Neuvillette

Of all the sights you thought you might see after arriving in your wonderous new nation, the Iudex of Fontaine standing over your drained bathtub with a look of potent remorse written across his expression was not one of them.

You’d imagined yourself strolling through the walls of the Opera Epiclese in vivid detail, been able to picture exactly what you might’ve seen standing below the Tower of Ipsissimus or above the bottomless pit that was the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, but even after you’d found yourself in the smothering care of Monsieur Neuvillette, you never would’ve been able to conjure this sight. He usually insisted that you bathe together, going so far as to have an in-ground tub that could’ve easily been mistaken for a hot spring installed in his (until recently neglected) personal residence to better indulge the habit. Thankfully, the trial he’d been presiding over had run long today, and you’d been able to save yourself an hour of his calloused hands running over your body, of his eyes burning into your skin with a nearly inhuman focus. You knew he’d be disappointed. Irate, even, depending on how his trial swung.

You hadn’t expected him to be so… sulky about it.

Half-lidded eyes, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips as he lingered idly in the doorway between your shared bedroom and the in-suite bathroom. Steam and silence laid heavy in the air – the latter you were eventually forced to break as you fiddled with the hem of your robe. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping more to break the tension than to make him think you were genuinely apologetic. “It was getting late, and I didn’t know when you were coming home. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.” When he didn’t respond, you braced yourself for the worst. “If you’re angry, please say so. I… I’d rather get this over with now, if it’s all the same to you.”

His expression softened. He let out an airy sigh and, with only a moment of hesitation, closed the space between you. “I’m not angry.” A pair of lean arms wrapped around your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale, and did what you could to suppress the shudder that ran up your spine at the thought of him basking in your scent. “I’ve just been… looking forward to it, I suppose. Your taste relaxes me.”

Immediately, you went rigid. “My… taste?”

“Mhm.”

“Neuvillette,” you started, very slowly, giving your own mind time to catch up to the dread slowly building in the pit of your stomach. “Have you been drinking my bathwater?”

He was quiet for a not inconsiderable amount of time.

Finally, he pulled away from you just far enough to speak. “…no?”

For your own sake, you decided to believe him.

Kaveh

“Kaveh.”

“Not now, treasure.”

“Go to bed.”

“I will, in another hour.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’ve already told you – I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, expression contorted by concentration. “Knight to B4.”

“Kaveh,” you repeated, leaning across the table. “You were showing me your blueprints.”

“Oh.” He blinked several times, looking over the sheet of blue paper marked with chalk drawings and near indecipherable hand-writing. “Were you impressed?”

Your frown irked, but you swallowed back your exasperation and pushed yourself to your feet. Slowly, you took him by the hand and, when he failed to protest, guided him out of his own seat and towards the room you were usually restrained to, when he wasn’t home. He’d kept himself awake for the past two nights, every moment of the past forty-eight hours devoted to finishing his proposal for a wealthy commissioner’s summer mansion before its upcoming deadline and, now that the coffee had been drained from his system and his adrenaline had been given time to fade, he was practically a shell of a man – all dark circles and hunched posture and disheveled blonde hair.

Sleep deprivation was, by far, the worst thing he could inflict on himself. At least he was happy after he drunk himself into oblivion. This was just depressing; as miserable for him as it was for you.

With a dutifulness you shouldn’t have had to show to your lover-turned-stalker-turned-captor, you brought him to his bed and watched as he collapsed onto it, what little strength he had to hold himself up immediately dissolving. With a sigh, a roll of your eyes, you turned to leave, but a hand lashed out from the crumpled heap and caught you by the wrist. “Stay with me?” His voice was muffled by layers of sheets and blankets, but clear enough. “Please?”

Usually, his bids for affection were met with bitter neutrality or, on your worse days, spiteful condensation. Usually, you would’ve torn yourself out of his hold and made sure he knew that he’d ruined any chance of living out his little domestic fantasy the second he decided his obsession was worth more than your happiness. Usually, you would’ve hated him that much more for daring to ask.

But, he could barely hold his eyes open and when you failed to immediately recoil, the sloppiest, most lovesick smile you’d ever seen plastered itself across his lips. It was his turn to pull you forward, this time; to drag you onto his bed and into his chest. With a satisfied sigh, he slotted his chin against the dip of your shoulder and draped his arms around your waist – an old position. A relic of better times you’d never been strong enough to completely dicard. “When it’s time to draw up the plans for our home,” he mumbled, only half-audible. “I won’t so much as breathe until its perfect.”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t say anything.

He’d already fallen asleep.

Tighnari

He glanced once at the thick packet of ink-marked parchment you’d slammed in front of him before looking back to you, his expression disparaging. “And this is supposed to be…?”

“A custody agreement,” you answered, grinning. “Alhaitham put it together during his last visit.”

“We don’t have any kids.”

“It’s for Collei. If I ever leave you,” and, to be clear, you would be leaving him, as soon as you figured out how to get away from a man who poisoned your tea whenever you so much as suggested entertaining a future that didn’t include him, “I want weekends and summers.”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Which is why we’re letting her pick who she wants to spend holidays with.” You tapped the front page with your knuckles. “Honestly, dear, if you weren’t going to so much as read the documents, we could’ve scheduled this for another day.”

His ears twitched, his tail sweeping across the floor in irritation. “Even if this was legally binding – which, by the way, something assembled by a scribe would not be – I would never give you weekends. That’d be too much travelling for a girl in her condition, and I don’t want her to feel like she comes from a broken home. Moreover, according to Regulation #531 as passed by the Grand Sage last year, you would have to get Collei’s signature before—”

“Check page twenty-seven.”

You watched him scowl as he thumbed through the pages. A second later, his ears flattened against his scalp, and he took to muttering under his breath. “Traitor.”

“If you don’t want your aggression towards the dependent party used against you in court, I’d suggest you sign on page four, seventeen, and thirty-two.”

You left his villa half an hour later with a with a new imprint of his fangs on the side of your throat and a signed document in-hand.

Cyno

“You have kidnapped me.”

“Technically, I was only—”

“You’ve blackmailed me, imprisoned me, and tortured me.”

“You can’t still be hung up on—”

“You’ve branded me with your name, forced me into your bed, and made me play out all your delusional, fucked-up fantasies—” You took a deep breath, pursed your lips. “—but if you show up to a black-tie event wearing that, it will be the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

He looked down, as if considering his attire for the first time. He was in his usual uniform – which was to say, shirtless and barefoot, his hair windblown and a fine layer of sand still coating what little he was wearing. You could only be thankful his polearm wasn’t slung across his back, but you knew he’d make it past the door without it. “The way I dress has never been a problem before.”

“There’s a difference between hunting down rouge scholars and going to a banquet being held by a literal god. Archons, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself might be there.” You gasped, dragged your hands over your face. “Everyone who’s ever gone to the Akademiya will absolutely be there.”

For all his many faults, he could never stand to see you in pain. There was a brief delay, a moment of unsure shuffling, then his arms were wrapping around you, his chest slotting against your back has he pulled you against him. “It’ll be alright,” he muttered, speaking into your shoulder. “If anyone so much as attempts to insult you—no, if anyone tries to talk to you at all, I’ll strike them down in the blink of an eyes.”

His comfort was stale, but you forced yourself to relax. At least enough to speak. “You know,” you mumbled, letting your hands drift to your temples. “Dehya was hired by an up-and-coming scholar, a few weeks ago. I’m not sure how long her contract was, but there’s a chance we’ll see her tonight.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Cyno?”

“I’ll change.”

Wriothesley

You could hear him trudging up the metallic stairs to his office; his footsteps heavy enough to drown out the soft music flowing out of his century-old gramophone. His head emerged from the curving staircase, first – his hair somehow more disheveled than its usual state of barely-tamed chaos – then his chest, his tie undone and his collar terribly mangled, as if he’d spent all day indulging the worst of his nervous habits. He was baring his teeth, his pale cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed into a pointed glare. It wasn’t quite the reaction you’d hoped for (in your wildest dreams, he would’ve managed to sink his beloved fortress before he ever reached you), but it was close enough.

You moved to stand, to greet him with the warm embrace he usually demanded, but he was already in front of you, already pinning you to the back of the lounge you’d been splayed across with a single fist planted less than a hair’s width above your shoulder. “You,” he growled, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your skin. “Do you know how many journalistsI had to deal with today? They were everywhere. I couldn’t go a step without tripping over some— over some glorified tabloid.”

“So, your meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette went well?” His scowl deepened, and you let out your most faux innocent laugh – a chiming, bubbling thing he’d never been able to stand. “You shouldn’t scowl like that, love. All those photographers will have to find a new model if you manage to give yourself frown lines.”

He jolted, but forced himself to shut his eyes, to let out a long, ragged breath. When he did face you again, he’d regained a degree of his composure – just enough to meet your smile with his own tight-lipped grin, more teeth than anything. “I’ll let you off easy if you tell me how you did it now. Before I decide it’d be faster to strangle an explanation out of you.”

“I didn’t break any rules, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You paused, folded your hands over your lap. “It was all thanks to our great and benevolent duke. Contacting people outside of the fortress has gotten so much more efficient ever since you decided prisoners should be able to send letters without administrative vetting.”

He buckled visibly, his shoulders falling as he lean towards you, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” There was a raspy chuckle, a hand on your thigh, squeezing just hard enough for his anger to shine through the playfulness of the gesture. “I think I’ve earned the rest of the day off, and I think you’ve earned—”

The door to his office swung open before he could finish, a masculine voice calling up from the voice below only a moment later. “Your grace, t-there’s a reporter here to see you! She says she’s been told not to leave until she speaks to your partner!”

“That’ll be Charlotte,” you half-sung. “She seemed like such a nice girl in her letters. It’d be a shame to keep her waiting.”

When he failed to answer, you brought up both hands and cupped his face, cooing as you used your thumbs to quirk the corners of his mouth upward.

“Just remember to smile for the camera this time, alright?”

[bloompompom]

Vengeful Hearts Club

♡ content: ~2.7k word count. eren jaeger x fem!reader, infidelity (reader's ex-boyfriend cheated), grinding, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected piv sex, consensual recording, rough sex, dirty talk, revenge, alcohol, explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised. 18+ ♡ a/n: just a quick lil something-something for valentine's day

What were you supposed to do when you found out your (ex-)boyfriend was cheating on you days before Valentine’s Day?

Easy: you fuck his friend. 

Admittedly, the stunt wasn’t that calculated. And if you were to debate semantics, the real answer to that question was to cancel your dinner reservation, which you did between sobs.

But once you pulled yourself together, you decided it was time to rip the bandage off, move on, and fuck someone else—because he certainly had. Twice, actually. The first time was a drunken accident, he told you, then the second was on purpose, but only because they ‘just so happened’ to bump into each other again.

Yeah, right. 

If your ex could move on—while he was still in a relationship with you, nonetheless—then you could, too. On a whim, you redownloaded a couple of dating apps and dusted off your old profiles. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, just swiping and swiping and swiping. You were giving into meaningless conversations in hopes they would lead to even more meaningless sex. But that never happened. No one held your attention for a day. No one’s witty one-liners were all that witty. No one remotely excited you until…

Eren Jaeger. 

You were about to swipe his profile away on impulse, but something in you gave you pause. You moved your thumb aside to look at his face, only in the first photo, but that led to the second, then the one after that. 

You couldn’t say your ex’s friend was the first person you had in mind, but now that you had no ties left to him, you could finally confess you found Eren attractive. Up until now, it was merely a forbidden thought, one you had stowed away since you were first introduced. You wouldn’t dare finish the sentence, even in the sanctity of your mind, because that would make you a bad girlfriend. Eren was strictly off-limits.

Now, you could argue it was more of a grey area, which only made him all the more interesting to you. Maybe it was karma, how the universe ‘just so happened’ to drop Eren into your lap.

No, it had to be karma because why else would it have been an instant match between you? Eren had already made his choice. Dug his own grave, so to speak. But it was you who decided you would make this mess together. 

Didn’t think I’d see you on here.

You wondered if Eren even knew about the breakup, let alone the details of it. You made it crystal clear for him.

I didn’t think I’d have to dump your friend for cheating on me, but here we are :)

His reply: Fuck, you serious? I’m sorry.

It arrived in two separate messages, and strangely enough, it disarmed you. Not because of his sentiment but because of the familiarity, the specific sense of comfort he evoked. For once, it wasn’t a grueling performance where each of you would spend no less than fifteen minutes crafting every message. 

You knew Eren well enough—about as well as anyone knew their boyfriend’s friends, as deep as conversations shared in loud sports bars. When you thought about meeting up with him, your stomach didn’t pit the way it did when you imagined a stranger. 

So I figured I deserved to have a little fun now that I’m single.

You weren’t forthright with it, but the intent was obvious enough. And God, it sent him absolutely reeling. From Eren’s perspective, you were entirely off-limits. Like blaring horns and flashing-red-lights level of off-limits. He couldn’t just go and fuck his friend’s ex-girlfriend!

But he was going to. 

Which brought you to tonight; not just any old Friday night, but Valentine’s Day. You could have complained about it, but getting drinks with Eren consoled your ego more than spending the day alone. Though you could do without the incidental comments mistaking you and Eren as a lovestruck couple. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day. You make a stunning couple, by the way,” the bartender said. Earnestly, too, in the way you could tell she wasn’t just doing her job. 

“That’s all her,” Eren replied, tossing you a cheeky grin.

Okay, maybe the night wasn’t all that bad. 

Halfway through your second drink, you drummed up the courage to ask the question you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer to. 

Stirring your drink, you asked, “You didn’t know about it, did you?”

You didn’t need to specify what ‘it’ was before Eren answered, “Of course not.”

You found relief knowing you weren’t the only clueless one, the person ambling around with the ‘kick me!’ note taped to your back for everyone’s entertainment. 

“Of course not,” you repeated. A confident answer if you’d ever heard one. You sat higher in your seat, interested. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, I would’ve told him to come clean about it. Any of us would’ve,” Eren said, listing a few of your mutual friends. Well, they were just your ex’s friends now; you had nothing in common with them anymore.

“And,” his gaze lifted from the drink swirling in his hand to you, “maybe I was waiting for you to break up.”

Your eyes narrowed, but your smile widened. “Why?”

“You’re full of questions tonight,” he said with a slight laugh. He took a long sip. “Isn’t the answer kinda obvious?”

Between the lines, you read: Because I wanted tonight to happen. Because I wanted to get with you. Because I want to fuck you. 

You tossed back the rest of your drink, slammed it back onto the bartop with, “Your place then?”

And that was exactly how you wound up back at his apartment, in his bed. With limbs strewn amongst tousled sheets. With legs pulled apart and his hand between, fingers buried inside you, working in tandem with his thumb against your clit.

You could hardly hold your eyes open, only catching glimpses of him fucking you with his fingers through fluttering eyes. He’d found a rhythm you could only describe as mind-numbing, leaving you desperate and twitchy in his arms. 

It didn’t take long for him to get you nearly there; for either of you to get each other half-naked, with him stripped to his boxers, and you with panties still circling your ankle, shirt shoved over your tits; for him to have you slick with hot desire after a few chaste kisses placed thoughtfully against your neck. 

It had been over a year, nearly two, since you’d last been with anyone other than your ex-boyfriend. You’d forgotten the dizzying rush that came along with it. The exhilaration of someone new’s hands exploring your body for the first time, discovering the parts they like best. Every touch came as a surprise, keeping you teetering the edge in the best way possible, with your mouth slack and gasping, and your skin prickling in delight.

You puffed an exhale when Eren slipped his fingers from you. It was a much-needed moment of respite, allowing you to steady your shallow breaths, but you ached for release just as much, squeezing your thighs together like you could replicate the loss. 

Eren indulged himself with a taste, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. Before you could register it, he used the same fingers to grasp your jaw, angling you for a kiss. Heat radiated through your stomach as you tasted yourself, the muscles clenching hotly as his tongue rolled against yours. 

You lightly pushed him down onto his back and crawled atop. You straddled him, perched on your knees as you worked his boxers down until they were out of your way. His cock bounced to tap his lower stomach, only for you to ignore it. 

You made yourself comfortable, palms flattened to his chest, with your cunt settled against his ungiving abdominals. You rocked your hips, teasing not only him but yourself as you showed him just how wet, how warm, you were. 

You made a mess of him, your arousal coating his front and the pretty trail of hair leading to his insistent cock. Swollen and begging for your attention, you felt it resting against the curve of your ass, jolting with every one of your little movements, and your little moans to match. 

Sitting a bit higher this time, you took him in your hand and slipped him between you. You glided your soft cunt over the length of him, back and forth, your head lolling to one side as you enjoyed the steady pressure of the head of his cock nudging your clit. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Eren groaned. His voice lowered, grew breathier, encouraging you with every word.

He placed his hands on the tops of your thighs, squeezing and smoothing over them, guiding you from a languid pace to something less torturous. Your hips spasmed then, your mouth dropping to a small O for him to pop his thumb into, wetting it before circling your clit.

You were caught in the headrush, in the frissons pulsing through your being before overtaking you like a power surge. Something came over you, you didn’t know what, but when you decided you needed him inside you right then and there, you told him, “I have an idea.”

Despite his better judgment, Eren would probably do just about anything you asked if it meant he could fuck you. Even if it entailed him recording the act just to send to his friend in some sort of revenge scheme. 

He couldn’t tell if you were serious at first, but your eyes were full of purpose when you asked for his help a second time, throwing in a ‘pretty please’ and all. 

Eren knew he wasn’t thinking straight, but frankly, he didn’t care. Seeing you, like this, he found his friend an even bigger idiot than before. How could he possibly give this up?

So that was how he would justify sending his friend a video of him fucking his ex-girlfriend raw. 

Eren angled his phone so the camera only captured you from the waist down. The video would remain entirely anonymous to just about anyone—except you, Eren, and your ex. He wouldn’t need to see your face to recognize you; he would be able to tell even as you sat reverse cowgirl on Eren’s lap. He would recognize your giggle of a moan as Eren pinned your wrists against the dip in back with a single hand, and recognize your frantic whines as he began to fuck up into you.

While the video was intended for your ex, that didn’t mean Eren couldn’t film it for himself just as much. It was hedonistic, the way he spread the fat of your ass for a better view, filming how your pussy gripped him so fucking perfectly. He thumbed over your tight hole, letting the camera catch the cute way you flexed in response. Eren touched you wherever he pleased, every place your ex no longer could. 

He yanked you down on him, stealing your breath as you cried, “Oh, fuck, Eren. I’m gonna come.”

Eren watched you on the screen of his phone, watched how your body slacked with disappointment when he pulled out just shy of your orgasm. You thought it was an accident until he stopped you from putting it back in. You let out a pathetic whine of his name as your greedy cunt clenched around nothing.

“So impatient,” Eren tutted, his voice teeming with self-satisfaction as he stroked himself at the sight. 

He locked his phone and tossed it to the other side of the bed. It was becoming a needless distraction from what he really wanted. He sat upright, pushing you down onto all fours. 

If he was going to make you come, he wanted it to be on his face. 

You expected to feel his cock bullying at your entrance, but he met you with something much gentler: his tongue lapping a broad stripe through you. Your toes curled like he had licked a spark up your spine as he continued flicking and focusing on your clit.

He was methodic with it, dedicated to your undoing. He found the pressure you liked, the right speed, then he stuck to it. 

Your head dropped between your shoulders as you panted, “Ah, hah—that feels so fucking good. Don’t—don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t dream of it, licking and licking you until you came crashing down, quite literally. Your orgasm stole whatever strength remained in your wobbly elbows, and your chest collapsed to the bed. It put such a pretty arch in your back, your ass high in the air for Eren to push back inside your fluttering, now sopping cunt.

Your mouth fell open with a silent yelp, smothered by your cheek smushed in the sheets. You were so sensitive, whimpering with every maddening ram of his hips, but all you could think about was how you wanted a recording of this, the obscene sight in the mirror opposite you. 

Eren’s eyes were trained on your reflection, dedicated and concentrated as if you would disappear if he dared to look away. He was mesmerized by you, your body, every bounce of it as he tugged you back by your hips.

You caught his eye in the reflection, his sharpened gaze meeting your dreamy—or as he’d call it, fucked-out—one. You reached a hand back to try and touch him, fingertips barely grazing his thigh. 

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere,” Eren shushed softly, contrasting the harsh, deep, thrust that had your vision spotting white. 

You didn’t notice when his movements turned sloppy or how shameless he became in getting himself off the more it closed in on him. 

He curved a hand around your neck, just beneath your jaw. He tilted your head back to look at him, not with a choking force but with a caress of your face. It was tender despite the filthy way he asked you, “He never fucked you like this, did he? Never made you feel this good, like you deserved.”

You could only moan incoherently, but Eren felt his word’s effect on you. Your walls throbbed around him, like you were sucking him in for more. You wanted more. 

He pinched your cheeks together. “Tell me what you deserve.”

Your voice was a moony babble, barely-there whispers of, “To make you come. Please, Eren. Come for me.”

He moaned—practically whined—at your unexpected pleas, quite possibly the hottest thing he’d ever heard. He didn’t last another second before pulling out just in time, pumping his come across your back.

You finally let your heavy limbs drop to the bed, shooting Eren a lazy smile over your shoulder. He breathlessly returned it, running a hand through his hair. He plucked a few tissues from his nightstand and wiped you off before you rolled onto your back. 

You watched the rise and fall of your chest, the valley between your breasts sporting a thin layer of sweat as you sweltered in the heady bedroom. You stayed like that for what felt like too long, leading Eren to worry he was too rough.

He propped himself on his elbow, pushing some of your hair from your face to get a good look at you. When he asked if you were okay, you assured him you were. You were only a bit dazy, basking in the comedown of it all. 

Eren remembered the recording and searched for his phone. He flipped through it, ready to ask if you seriously wanted him to send it to your ex-boyfriend (and secretly crossing his fingers you wouldn't ask him to delete it), when he interrupted himself with, “Fuck.”

“What?” you asked, unbothered and lying there with your eyes closed. 

“I didn’t press record,” he groaned. 

You shot upright. “Seriously?”

“Sorry, I was a little occupied,” he deflected. You pulled a face. “Listen, I’m just as disappointed as you. Trust me.”

You flopped back to the bed with a sigh. You supposed it didn’t matter much; who knew if you even had the courage to send it anyway?

Eren thought it over as another silent minute passed between you. He had already crossed the point of no return, so surely, there was no harm in innocently asking, "We could try again, you know?"

thank you for reading xo

[astrologydayz]

SOUTH NODE IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY💘

South Node in partners 1st house makes the house person feel so fucking comfortable. South Node person can help the house person with how to have a healthy, and loyal partnership. House person is alright with South Node person being the leader in the relationship, and feels like South Node is someone they have a deep soul connection with. This placement is meant to have a relationship of some kind, and a very deep one. U left a deep impression on each other in a past life and you're supposed 2 meet one way, or another in this one fam ✨❤️‍🔥.

South Node in partners 2nd house makes the house person feel very possessive over the South Node person, but not in a toxic way. House person feels safe for the first time, and doesn't want anyone to ruin that. Honestly, they were probably together in a past life so house person will do anything they can to protect the South Node, maybe sometimes even do irrational things 2 keep South Node around. But they'll love to be in each others company, and can last a very long time cuz they feel so secure together 👫🌤.

South Node in partners 3rd house makes the house person feel like they met in a past life, or have some unfinished karma to take care of. House person finds it very easy to communicate with the South Node person because they've met before, they could also have been siblings or neighbours in a past life ⭐⭐⭐. House person can also feel a little tense at times, because they think so alike ⚡⚡⚡.

South Node in partners 4th house makes the house person have deep karmic relations 2 the South Node person, can be bad or good tho depending on aspects 😇👿. They have each others back at ANYTIME! against anyone that tries 2 tear them apart. House person feels so connected, that they sometimes even go against their own morals. But they are meant 2 be together, and they're family 🖤. Till death do us apart baby 💋⛓.

South Node in partners 5th house indicates that they were lovers in a past life, maybe even an extramarital affair between the two 👀💍. In this lifetime you've come together 2 do it right, and be together properly. Social events, and parties is ideal 4 u guys. Kids could also have been a big theme in a past life 4 u guys, so no kids could be a big option in this life 💍🥂🍾.

South Node in partners 6th house makes the toxic traits a bit more obvious here, than any other placement. House person could feel like the South Node person owes them something from last life. House person might have the upper hand in this lifetime 🗣💪👀 it also indicates that they will feel like they can't be without each other , so you'll keep coming back together 🙅‍♀️🙅💗.

South Node in partners 7th house means they were tied by death in a past life🤲🪐, and will be together in this one. House person will feel like South Node pushes the house person to change, but 2 change with them and not feel alone while doing so. After they worked their karma out, there's a high chance that they will part ways. South Node helps house person 2 find out who they are, and when they do? all bets are off 🤷‍♀️❤️‍🔥

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South Node in partners 8th house means that you guys were probably enemies in a past life, and no we're not talking about petty shit. One of y'all could have killed the other, especially the South Node person 🧐😮‍💨👁, now let's get2 the good shit. House will have been waiting 2 find South Node person for a long time. House person feels like South Node is the only one who can connect with them, soul level indicated 💋💋.

South Node in partners 9th house makes the couple expand every area of their lives, especially when it comes to higher learning, spirituality and long distance travels. They are meant to be each others "guiding star"⭐ in this lifetime, cuz they've healed each other before and will do it again ❗❗❗. House person will feel like South Node person knows best, not because they don't trust their own judgement but because they have so much faith in South Node person<33.

South Node in partners 10th house indicates great business deals and partnerships - u guys helped each other a lot in a past life so naturally you'll do the same in this one 💁‍♀️💸💸💵💵. Could also indicate an arranged marriage by your parents tho 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. House person may feel like South Node person want to get married, getting started on creating a family quick and things like that. They naturally look good together btw 💅✨✨.

South Node in partners 11th house could be an indication of step kids in this relationship, both or one partner could have kid/s before meeting the other 💜. Your soul contract is 2 finish unfinished business, and start 2 love how fucking nice it is that y'all are different. You met in a past life, and probably didn't like each other 😭🤣, but in this lifetime you'll learn how to love each other and come together when things get rocky 🦾🖤.

South Node in partners 12th house is a deep soul contract/karma that these two have. One can end up with a deep soul connection, or a deep heartbreaking experience with no understanding of what was really going on 👿🥺. South Node could take advantage and use the house person, 4 their own personal gain! but look at the aspects 2 c which way it will go babe<333.

THANKS4READING BABE💜

APPRECIATE U, ALWAYS!

[sasukesun]

i’ve said it before that naruto and sasuke break the rules of their world (and the genre itself) for the sake of each other but they also break their own rules when it comes to their feelings for one another.

naruto says he refuses to die before he becomes hokage, his main goal, and yet, he is willing to die with sasuke so they can understand each other in the next life. it’s even more interesting that naruto usually says he won’t die until he becomes hokage in big battles, some of which he still isn’t powerful enough, so he can’t guarantee that he will live, and yet, he makes the choice to die with sasuke when he is a high level shinobi already, during a moment that he has things under control. he puts sasuke above his dream, a goal he swears it will happen. naruto says he never goes back on his word, that’s something important to him, to his character, and yet, it’s not that important when sasuke is involved. he makes a promise to sakura that he would bring sasuke back, but after sakura tries to make him break such promise (for herself) naruto admits that it was never about it and he would go after sasuke with or without it. it’s not that he necessarily is going back on his word here, but something that is important to him is dismissed when it comes to his own personal feelings of wanting to help sasuke. naruto wants peace, he wants everybody to get along, he takes time to listen to his enemies because of it, but he will also declare war by himself against another village if they happen to kill sasuke. he doesn’t want people to get revenge on each other anymore, but he will get his personal revenge if something happens to sasuke. he shows those contradictions whenever sauske is involved, because sasuke will always be his exception.

sasuke says he refuses to die before killing his brother and getting his revenge, his main goal, and yet, he instinctively jumps in front of what he believed was a fatal attack to save naruto’s life, he literally admits that when he’s dying in naruto’s arms. sasuke also puts naruto above his own personal goal, and in sasuke’s case, his goal is pretty much tied to how he lives his life, or actually, how itachi said he should. with hatred and anger and isolation. but sasuke is still able to get closer to naruto, to consider him, not only a friend, but his closest friend, his one and only, despite believing that bonds make him weak, naruto goes above those beliefs, goes above that way of living. it happens in vote1 when he refuses to kill naruto for the mangekyou, which is very interesting because his excuse is that “he won’t do it in itachi’s way” yet, he still tries to do all the rest in itachi’s way (having enough hatred so that will make him stronger). and it happens in vote2, when he accepts naruto’s love for him because, deep inside, he doesn’t want to be alone, he doesn’t want to cut naruto off. because his revolution in the shape that he believes it must go goes against what he actually feels. both sasuke and naruto have those contradictions inside them, they are each other’s exceptions.

they break the rules of the violence that was taught to them with the love they feel for each other, but they also break their own rules and principles for the same reason.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Arrows and Rags

Daryl Dixon x reader

You help a wounded creature who leads you to its hideout, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 🐺 🐺

With that last horde catching your camping group off guard you were eventually all split up in the still unfamiliar woods.

You were told to grab a pack and run, so you ran until your legs gave out and you hid in a tree.

The light of the full moon illuminated parts of the ground far beneath you where walkers still stumbled by every once in a while as you laid on a thick branch and worried about your group and hoped the others had the same plan of navigating back to the campsite where you all dispersed at first.

You sang a song in your head to try and keep track of how often walkers passed by underneath you and by the time you finished your song for a third time in a row without seeing any passing near you it was time to hop back down and go backtrack.

What you quickly realized was the fact that you were in no way a tracker. You cooked for your group and patched up wounds.

You wished you had gotten away with Daryl but he had been gone for a full day by now, tracking a larger animal that would feed the group for a long while. With your mind so distracted you didn't realize you had been walking without direction and recognized even less of your surroundings now.

Panic started setting in and you franticly looked around you, begging someone familiar would walk into view and not be dead.

Standing still you grounded yourself, taking deep breaths and re-evaluated your plan.

Except you had no plan. You were alone in the woods after running in god knows what direction because your camp with all your new found family got attacked by the undead. All you could do was stand around until a sound caught your attention and you jumped up, grabbing your hunting knife and holding it out in front of you in the direction the noise came from.

The rustling of leaves and heavy breathing got closer and all you could think about was how this large walker with the heavy footsteps was gonna take you out in no time.

What caught your eye wasn't a walker.

Its head was about level with yours with bright blue eyes that held nothing but hurt in them. It limped towards you on three legs, dragging its fourth along. The way it circled you and stepped fully into view had you wondering what exactly the creature was. Stopping at an angle that showed you the arrow sticking out of its hip and looking between it and you it let out a soft, pained whine.

Your heartbeat rung in your ears and your knife shook in your hand as the creature stepped closer to you, keeping its head low. A garbled howl left its maw as it dropped to the ground, yelping in agony as its hindleg slipped on some leaves and moved the arrow around in its hip. A paw reached out in the leaves like it tried to get you to come closer.

"Am I really gonna help the crazy big demon dog thing? No way, I'm gonna walk.." Talking out loud to yourself felt like the only that was gonna keep you sane, but unexpectedly the thing seemed to reply in its own monstrous way.

You sighed in disbelieve of yourself and huffed as you gave it a look. "Help?" You stated, waiting for an answer like a crazy person and to your surprise it nodded in agreement, motioning its head toward the arrow.

You took a quick breath to ground yourself and stepped towards its side, giving the bleeding leg a good look and noticing a piece of fabric stuck to its tail. You diverted your attention to it for a second and recognized it as Daryl's red cloth he always carried in his back pocket. Besides, the rag wasn't stuck in its fur. It was tied around the base.

"Where did you get this?" You asked no one in particular as you untied the rag and went back to the arrow.

With one hand pressed to the fur around the wound you wrapped your other around the arrow and apologized over and over again before breathing in and pulling at the arrow on exhale and yanking it out in one smooth motion. This earned you a loud growl, all clenched teeth and tensed muscles before the creature seemed to deflate with a deep huff.

"You good?" Why you were still talking to the creature was a mystery to you, but you got a nod as response again, this time along with a large paw on your leg.

The sudden touch had you jumping away from the creature and accidentally pressing onto its hurt leg by accident, earning you a loud pained yelp.

"Ah fuck I'm sorry." You kneeled back down to rub at its furred torso, taking a good look at the wound by softly brushing aside the fur to inspect it. Before your eyes the flesh in the wound seemed to move and stitch itself together for the closed up skin to regrow fur and entirely disappear in a matter of minutes.

You sat frozen staring at the hind leg that just healed on its own, not realizing the creature's front had moved and its face was inches away from yours until a warm breath fanned across your cheek and a thick, wet tongue dragged over your cheek.

The lick startled you so bad you grabbed at your cheek and stumbled sideways onto the forest floor.

You wiped the drool off your face with Daryl's rag, giving it a sad look remembering you had no idea where he was.

With its leg healed again the creature sat up, hind legs folded in front of its body and front legs-- arms? reaching for the rag and pointing at its tail. Its movements resembled that of a human, and its proportions as well but everything else was wolflike. Now that it was moving around properly and seemingly not attacking you, you really got a good look at it under the bright moonlight.

"I'm not giving you this." You pulled back the rag close to your body. "It's my boyfriend's and I don't know where he is." The initial sadness of having to run away from your group and not knowing if your boyfriend was even alive.

You looked back up at the creature. "How did you get this anyways? You didn't hurt him, did you?" Like you'd get an answer, this animal didn't understand you.

Except you got a surprised look and a quick shake of its head, paws raising, mimicking the human gesture of defense.

It moved around its paws, pointing at the rag and then holding them out like a bowl in front of you before curling the fingers inward and bringing its closed paws back to its chest, pointing at itself lastly.

"You want this. I know. You're not getting it."

An annoyed grumble left the animal before its maw opened and a garbled noise came out like it tried to speak but forgot how to and huffed in defeat.

“What even are you? I mean, you understand me but you’re an animal.” It gave you a look that screamed ‘do I look like I can talk?’ and just pointed up at the bright moon.

You thought for a second before a dumb suggestion made its way out. “Werewolf?”

An excited nod made it clear you were right, but somehow it still hadn’t clicked all the way because you still hadn’t recognized him and given him the rag back.

As he thought how to get his point across he grumbled until he decided to take you to his hiding place where he kept his stash of clothes and weapons. He got up and motioned for you to follow him, hoping you trusted him enough to do so and to his luck you did. You two walked through the forest, taking out the occasional walker with either knives or claws until you reached a steep ditch.

The beast slid down into it and held out its paws for you to jump into. He squeezed his paws twice to indicate he would catch you, and even though you called yourself insane you hopped in his direction. You were caught and placed onto the dirt gently, suddenly seeing the ditch was partially covered by fallen trees and created a sort of hideout.

As he led you underneath the fallen trees you spotted a pile of items, haphazardly thrown together but easily recognized as Daryl's full attire. Boots, winged vest and even those Calvin Kleins you had snagged on one of your inner city runs.

"What is all this? Where is he?" Panic rose in your chest and tears started flowing freely as your mind went through every single worst case scenario it could come up with.

An apologetic whine left the beast as it took you by the shoulders and pulled you into a hug that enveloped your entire body in soft fur and warmth.

With the side of your face shoved into his chest you had the inside of his upper arm right in your eyesight. There was a weirdly shaped dark spot in his lighter brown fur there and without thinking you had put your hand on it, tracing the shape with your fingertips.

A realization hit the creature as you were touching the mark in his fur.

Large paws took your upper arms as he moved you to face him, one finger pointing at the spot you just touched before letting go and turning around. A hand came over his shoulder to point at the darker spots on his shoulder blade in his shaggy fur. You inspected those as well, fingers tracing the edges and looking over the full expanse of furred muscle, seeing all the familiar scars your boyfriend carried as well. You sniffled and wiped away your tears. “..Daryl?” Your palms laid flat against his back when he turned around and nodded slowly. He couldn’t tell if you were afraid or not, the overwhelming amount of emotions coming off you made his senses useless.

Your eyes scanned over his entire body, grabbing and squeezing at any area your could get your hands on to make any sense of it.

“Is this why you left camp?” Another nod answered your question and another thousand filled your mind but one shoved all the others aside and came barreling to the front in bold letters. “Wait,” with eyes wide and mouth in an open smile you slap him against his chest. “Is this why you’re so growly during sex?” A surprised noise left his lips as he ..laughed? Yeah, that really sounded like a laugh. A grumbly Daryl laugh.

“I thought you were dead..” A relieved sigh left you as you let your body sink into his, all fur and warmth and genuine love for the one you thought you had lost earlier tonight. The rumbling of his chest as he let out a content noise made you feel like the world hadn’t decided to chase you up a tree. With careful touches you were led further into the hiding space and took you down to the ground with him, pulling you down to lay on top of him. He settled into a comfortable position and held you close, making sure you wouldn’t fall off as you slept.

“You’ll keep me safe, right?” Your question was half muffled by how you were speaking into his large chest, but the answer that sounded oddly like a ‘yes’ gave you all the comfort you needed to really sleep for the first time this night.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: This was one of the suggestions I got for ways to make reader find out her boyfriend is a werewolf! Very enjoyable to write ♡

[theresattrpgforthat]

hello! I've played the fallout ttrpg (the one they had to pull the rights from when it was pretty much done so they called it Exodus instead), I wish it didn't suck so bad! Is there any system I could borrow that would fit with Fallout's setting? I love the world in itself, but Exodus was rushed and published half-baked

THEME: Fallout

Hello friend, I have quite a few games for you to check out today! Some of them are direct homages, while others simply just have elements that might remind you of the video game.

Rebels of the Outlaw Wastes, by Nerdy Pup Games.

Play misfit outlaws fighting against the authoritarian Powers That Be in a hyper-saturated, film-grained, retro dystopia. Save the future with the power of friendship, whoopass, and explosions! Features sticker-based character advancement, effortless cinematic vehicle action, and player-driven Ride-or-Die system usings d4s, d6s, d8s, d10s, and d12s.

This game is a bit more colourful and punk-rock, and a little less morally grey than some of the more popular Fallout games. The designer cites some pretty colourful inspirations, such as FLCL and Six-String Samurai, but also concedes that you can make the tone fit that of Borderlands, Fallout, and Mad Max. It depends on how you build your world - what tech was there before? What kinds of weirdness persists? What beliefs have survived?

You’ll make skill rolls that can be boosted by gear or your personal style, with anything above a 4 granting you a success, with bonuses for rolling even higher at an 8 or a 12. Badges are the representations of character growth, tied to the skills that you choose to improve, somewhat like how concentrating on certain skills in Fallout gives you access to perks. If you want a stripped-down basic idea of the rules for this game, the designer has a Pay-what-you-want playtest that you can download for free, just to dip your toes in the water.

Earth: After Death, by Hammer City Games.

Boasting deep and crunchy mechanics reminiscent of the golden age of 90s TTRPGs, Earth, After Death focuses on OSR-style gaming, dungeon and hex crawling, fast-paced combat, high lethality, and a unique and fascinating setting to explore.

There’s plenty to do: kill mutants, explore ancient ruins, get lethal radiation poisoning, find a gun that has infinite ammunition, use psionic powers to blow up peoples heads, replace your legs with tank treads, and more!

This is a chunky, old-school style game that takes care to mention that your level-up system is just like the advancement system in Fallout games. You’ll be dealing with mutations, ghost machines, bartering for gear, and hex-crawling through dangerous wastelands. The character sheets point to a lot of moving pieces, so if you like wrangling together a character that does exactly what you want them to do, you’re going to have a lot to play with here. It looks like mutation is also a pretty big deal in this game, with over 100 different kinds advertised on the game’s store page.

Right now just the Wasteland’s Handbook is available to purchase, but the kickstarter for this game will be taking off later this year. If this sounds like your kind of game, then maybe hop over to the website to get in on the first full edition as it releases!

Fallout: The Roleplaying Game, by Modiphius.

In 2077, the storm of nuclear war reduced most of the planet to cinders. From the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization will struggle to arise. A civilization you will shape. How will you re-shape the world? Will you join with a plucky band of survivors to fight off all-comers and carve out your own settlement? Will you team up with pre-existing factions like the Brotherhood of Steel or Super Mutants to enforce your own ideals on the Wasteland? Ghoul or robot, paladin or raider, it’s your choice - and the consequences are yours. Welcome to the Wasteland. Welcome to the world of Fallout.

Utilizing Modiphius’ celebrated 2d20 cinematic role-playing system, the Fallout RPG will take players on an exciting journey into the post-apocalypse! Create your own survivors, super mutants, ghouls, and even Mister Handy robots. Immerse yourselves in the iconic post-nuclear apocalyptic world of Fallout, while gamemasters guide their group through unique stories and encounters. The 2d20 edition of Fallout is as close to the bottlecap bartering, wasteland wandering, Brotherhood battling excitement as you can get.

Modiphius gets the license to make a lot of games for different properties, so a Fallout game fits in alongside other big titles like Dune, John Carter of Mars, and Alien. This company uses their own 2d20 system, with a focus on inventory and Perks in an effort to make the game recognizable to any typical Fallout fan.

That being said, the game has come under fire for being poorly edited and inconsistent when it comes to finding the right rule. The company updated the game last year and released a Settler’s Guide book, so this might be something that’s a bit more read-able now. But if you want something set directly in the Fallout universe, this is your game.

WASTELAND, by MaelikGames.

WASTELAND is a simple tabletop RPG about adventurers in the world that has only recently became hospitable after a War that might not end all wars, but almost ended the world. You and your friends decide whether this world is bleak and hopeless, like the one in Metro, or somewhat whimsical, as in Fallout. 

Much of the inspiration from Fallout appears in the character options of this game. Arkanites are homages to Vault-Dwellers, Radkin are inspired by Ghouls, and robots are, well, robots. The talents also look like they are directly inspired by Fallout perks, such as Animal Friend, which allows you to turn hostile animals into allies. Gear and inventory are both very important in this game, which is something that I never find surprising in post-apocalyptic games, since having to track inventory feels like a pretty important thing in a game about scarcity. Your skills are also based on a percentage of success, because you’re rolling a d100, with the goal of rolling under your target number. If you’re looking for a game that can mechanically reflect much of what’s available in the Fallout video games, this might be for you!

Dystopia Rising: Evolution, by Onyx Path.

No one knows how long it’s been since the world was blasted with nuclear radiation and became infested with the undead. The survivors of the Fall were the first strain of deviation of the human condition and were able to make it through the rapidly spreading epidemic. Finding a community of decent size in this world is rare; finding one that has any concept of equality or morality is rarer still.

Oh, and people have the unnerving ability to come back from the dead, regrown from the very virus that destroyed the world.

This is a completely different world from Fallout and yet I think it might still be worth talking about in this rec post. Dystopia Rising has a rich, detailed world, with various factions and faiths, and your characters are differentiated by the Strains that have helped them survive. There are plenty of conflicting beliefs that can be the seeds for unlimited conflict, including various faiths in things like evolution or the preservation of humanity, strains that give you psychic powers, and a universal ability to come back to the dead so many times before you’re turned into a mindless zombie.

There’s plenty of opportunity to fight things hand-to-hand, but there’s just as many possibilities to politic your way out of tough scenarios, which is a hallmark of Fallout New Vegas. Not only that, there's no clear "good guys": this is a complicated world with complicated people. If you want a game that carries a lot of similar themes of Fallout but puts you in a new setting, maybe check out this game.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Extinction Punk, by Extinction Punk.

Wastoid, by Jason Tocci.

[ashonheavenscloud]

Manners || Seo Changbin (+18)

Manners || Seo Changbin (+18)

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

⚠️warnings: dom!changbin, brattysub!reader, swearing, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation (use of the word slut), bit of praise, manhandling ahaha-

word count: 3.9K

🎧: tied to your body - monsta x

a/n: my first smut on tumblr! i finished writing it yesterday, and i’m really happy with it. enjoy!🥀

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In terms of stamina when it came to sex, no one could outdo Changbin.

You didn’t need any proof- it was just undoubtedly true. He could go round after round on you, and that wild fire in his dark eyes would never even flicker. Whether he was eating you out, or slowly making love, or shoving your body into the pillows, he never seemed to tire. Sometimes, sessions didn’t end until you were too exhausted to go any more, and you’d fall asleep the instant he collapsed next you, pulling you gently to his firm chest as your tired body succumbed to rest.

Yeah, his stamina could never be matched. But as for actual sex drive? For that gutteral desire to fuck and be fucked whenever the opportunity arose?

Now that, you won at.

Could you really be blamed, though, when Changbin just gave you everything he could- and did it so fucking well? And Changbin, as much as he loved to ruin you- and take his sweet time doing so- had always been the calmer, level-headed person in your relationship. You, on the other hand, had no problem admitting how crazy you were over him- in every way, honestly. 

Today, your mind just happened to be wandering to… dirtier places.

Maybe it was just because you hadn’t seen him most of the weekend- he’d spent a lot of time working, you’d spent a bit out of town. Maybe it was just an instinct, or maybe it was hormonal or some shit. Or maybe it was because, the moment you walked into the studio to find him at his laptop, eyes narrowed and focused, arms just barely able to fit into his shirt, you realized that you were only human.

And you were down bad.

You let the door shut behind you before speaking up. “Hey.”

The boy didn’t even look up, so invested in his work that he couldn’t tear his eyes from it. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Just stopping by.” You responded, fidgeting in your spot. “Binnie?”

“Hmm?” Again, he remained locked on the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard.

You stepped closer, and placed your hand on his shoulder. Dressed only in a white tee and tight black pants held up by a thin belt, he looked like a hundred bucks, all firm muscle and broad back. You resisted the urge to feel up his arm, going for a straightforward approach. “I brought you something.”

“What?” He asked, at last turning to look at you- and you were suddenly glad for the short skirt you’d decided to wear. The way his eyes scanned your body was enough to make you flush, skin burning.

You smiled coyly, playing with the hem of your skirt. You just knew it drove him crazy. “Me.”

Slowly, he began to smile. “Five minutes, babe. And I’m all yours.”

He turned back to his work, headphones placed back over his ears, and honestly? You were a little bit pissed. Well, frustrated was probably a better word. God, did he look fit and fine, biting his lip as he tried to finish the project he was working on.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt him… your very core was tingling with need. You clasped your hands together, playing with the bracelet around your wrist in hopes of distracting yourself, but to no avail. Especially not when he began to hum something, in his deep, sultry voice.

It’s just five minutes. You told yourself firmly, inwardly scoffing. You can wait five fucking minutes.

But you knew now that all your patience had flown out the window the moment you’d stepped into the studio. You couldn’t help it- he was your weakness. 

And if he wouldn’t pay you any attention on his own, you’d make him need to.

You discarded your shoes and purse, taking a deep breath before approaching him. You placed a hand over his shoulder, making him briefly look at you with a smile. You smiled back, then quickly slipped onto his lap, facing away from him, smirking at the feeling of his tip prodding your ass. You not so subtly shifted over him, feeling him tense as you did.

You glanced over to see Changbin raising an eyebrow, and you knew he wasn’t at all oblivious to what you were trying to do. You tilted your head, making him sigh. “Okay, babe, okay-”

He swiftly pulled you closer to him, spinning you around on his lap to face him. You eagerly began to situate yourself- but it seemed like Changbin had other plans. He firmly gripped your hips and moved you, keeping you centered over his firm right thigh.

“There.” He pulled his head phones over his ears, acting nonchalant- but his gaze never left yours as he added, “Go on.”

His thighs flexed as he shifted slightly, and the small amount of friction to your core already had you whining, core burning with desire. A tiny flicker of a teasing smirk pulled against Changbin’s lips.

“Go on.” He repeated, this time quieter, tone dark and taunting. “If you want it so bad, get off yourself.”

A red hot flush burned your face as it dawned on you what exactly he wanted. He was going to sit there. And you were going to have to do all the work yourself.

You couldn’t deny that the idea of riding Changbin’s thigh was hot, to say the least. He didn’t work out nearly every day for nothing, after all. But you didn’t want to settle for something so… effortless. You wanted to be straight fucked out. So, you made a resolution.

You’d listen to him; ride him like your life depended on it. And you’d make sure you broke him at the same time.

Slowly, you brought your hands to his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders. Was that your imagination, or did his upper body tense ever so slightly? You let your fingers dig into his skin, let your body fall against his chest, and then-

You moved.

You slowly dragged yourself forward, feeling every flex and tense of Changbin’s thigh through the fabric of your panties, every taunt muscle stimulating your clit and dizzying you when a gratifying wave of pleasure rolled through your gut. You didn’t have to see Changbin smirk to know that he was tensing and relaxing his thighs on purpose, each small movement electrifying against your dripping pussy.

And honestly, it felt so. Damn. Incredible.

The next grind of your hips was less hesitant, and you set a rapid pace, hoping that this was driving Changbin just as crazy as it was you. Every drag of your core against Changbin’s thick thigh made the fire in your gut roar louder- you needed him. Inside. Now.

Your fingers wandered, first to his chest, running along the toned muscles of his pecs and massaging his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. The reaction was almost instantaneous; Changbin shifted again- adding to the pleasure of your clit rubbing against his thigh- and cleared his throat.

“Y/n.” He said under his breath, dark tone warning.

You ignored him, grinding your hips down again, dragging yourself slowly over his massive thigh, certain he could feel your arousal dripping from your panties. And you made a show of it, moaning against his skin, making your legs tremble as your hands moved again. This time, they followed the ridges of his stomach, and the dip of his hips underneath his shirt.

You could see the veins along his neck, more noticeable than before, as he swallowed roughly. His fingers had paused, hovering over the keyboard as you fingered the waistline of his pants, taking careful note of how he reacted to each touch of your skin against his. His eyes, resolute, stayed on the screen in front of him- but the glaze across them proved just how unfocused he really was.

Now- now was the time to really play dirty.

“Binnie…” you breathed, fingers ghosting along his stomach, then lower, dipping under his pants. You leaned closer, pressing against his chest, pressing your mouth to his ear, dragging your lips along the curl of his ear before taking his earlobe in between your teeth. “Mmm…”

You could feel his breath stutter, but he still tried to remain calm. “Y/n, let me… finish this.”

“It’s my turn.” You pouted, pressing your tongue against his golden skin. Your teeth nibbled his earlobe, your hands crawling further and further, caressing the dip in his hips. 

“Y/n-” He sounded so gloriously desperate- the kind of desperate you were. “Just…”

With the next grind of your hips, you brought your knee up with you, making sure to brush against the- now very obvious-tent in Changbin’s pants. Immediately his body stiffened, muscles tensing, as his hands shot out to grip your waist and firmly hold you still. Your heart jolted at the sudden movement, a little worried you’d crossed the line- but when you pulled back to look at him, you were met with a gaze absolutely dripping with red hot lust.

His next words came out in a low, dangerous tone. “Someone needs to learn a thing or two about manners.”

You could only hold your breath, nerves tingling at the pure anticipation of it all. His erection against your knee was rock hard, practically making you drool at idea of being absolutely fucked out by Changbin. Indeed, the way he was staring at you made you unbearably hot.

And then he was kissing you, and it wasn’t like how Changbin usually started a make-out- slowly, as to take his time letting the fire heighten. But the fire was already roaring, and despite all his talk of patience just minutes before, he seemed anything but patient now.

You could hear his grunts as he kissed you harder, slipping his tongue between your lips and making you practically melt against him. Your hands kept wandering, hips digging into his thigh, as your gut screamed for something. Your legs closed around his, eyes squeezed shut as Changbin’s mouth dropped yours, and he started kissing down the column of your neck.

“Can’t wait even five minutes for me to finish my work? Do I make you feel that needy?”

“Mm… yes- yes-” you managed, gasping when Changbin nipped at your skin, then sucked on one of your sweet spots, right by your collarbone.

“You just can’t wait for me to ruin you, hmm?” He blew on the red mark that was sure to bruise dark purple later, making you shiver, hands clutching at his belt. “Want me to fuck you so hard, make you feel good?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You plunged your hand farther into his pants, and squeezed his dick over his boxers. Immediately you could feel him twitch, and he hissed, thighs tensing, chest heaving. “God, baby-”

“Please-” you whispered, willing to do anything he asked.

“Good. That’s a start.” Changbin hummed, drawing his head back from your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist. In one swift movement, he tossed you over his shoulder, making your insides jolt with excitement as he carried you quickly to the nearby sofa and placed you on your back.

Without wasting any time, Changbin pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over his abandoned chair. Next he made a show of pulling the belt from his pants, before tossing those away as well. At last, he turned back to you. His eyes were piercing and hooded, and everything about that gaze had your core clenching around nothing. God, he was so attractive, with his sculpted figure and firm muscles all on display for you to admire. He crawled over you, straddling you, thighs around your waist keeping you in place.

“I want you to ask nicely this time. Be a good girl, and tell me exactly what you want.” He said in a hushed voice, staring down at you with his fingers tracing absentminded patterns up and down your sides. 

You ignored the question, tired of waiting, and pulled his face down to you. Your lips connected with the strength of magnets, locked to each other as Changbin gave in- at least momentarily- to relish the feeling of you. You arched your back to feel the heat of his body against your skin, and felt suddenly irritated by the amount of clothes between you and his bare chest. Quickly, you peeled off your jacket and stripped the shirt beneath over your head, allowing only a second for your lips to be away from his own in order to get it over your head. Then you’d whipped the shirt away and reached to cup his jawline, at the same time that his hands gripped your neck to pull you back, craving endlessly for more of his mouth devouring yours.

“Well-” he sounded breathless, lips crawling down to find your breasts and suck at the nipples, making you arch your back further at the wet, warm feeling of his mouth around the bud. “Guess you’re not being my good girl today.”

“Please, Changbin-” you moaned, core clenching helplessly- his lips sucking on your nipple was driving you insane. “I just want you to fuck me.”

His crotch was pressed between your hips, and at the words he offered a subtle grind. You gasped, and he murmured, “Oh, that’s all? Say it like you mean it.”

You whimpered as his other hand dropped to massage your other breast, desperation growing in the form of arousal coating your pussy. “I want you to fuck me so bad- o-oh-” another sublte grind of his hips, and you had to take a minute to catch your breath before adding fervently, “I want you to fuck me any way, every way. God, just please, Changbin I-I need- ah-”

He was sucking deeply on the bud of your other breast now, and it was almost too much- but still far from enough. He was a drug you could never be tired of.

In desperation, you dug under his boxers, clamping both hands around his dick, feeling the pulse and twitch of his member as he released a deep groan, hips bucking into your grip. 

You caught his gaze, caught the way they were beginning to tremble, their resolve fraying. You’d almost won- and all it took was…

“I need you to ruin me, Changbin.”

His eyes widened. Between your hands, his cock twitched. He closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply before sitting back on his heels. In a matter of seconds, he’d discarded his boxers, gaze never falling from your eyes. Soon enough, he was over you again, teasing the buttons of your skirt.

Before he did anything, though, he leaned down. “Hope you locked the door behind you.” He breathed into your ear, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

And then his lips were attached to your neck, and his fingers were frantically pulling at the buttons of your skirt, and your stomach was churning with excitement. The moment he freed all the buttons, you lifted your hips so he could slide them off, along with your panties. The cool of the studio greeted your bare skin, but you’d never felt so feverishly hot in your life. 

Changbin lightly touched two fingers to your folds, making you gasp at the sensation. He lifted his gaze to you, eyebrows raised. “You’re fucking soaked.”

You couldn’t respond, only watch dazedly as he turned his attention back to your dripping pussy. The glaze of his eyes made you shiver, heart beat flying a million miles an hour. He was so focused on your wet little hole- and then all of sudden, he was bending down, offering feather light kisses to your clit. It was all you could do not to jerk and grind against him, the shockwaves of pleasure from his touches addicting in every sense of the word. 

Then you felt the stretch- two fingers inserted into your hole caused a stifled groan to leave your throat. Changbin chuckled, the sound vibrating against your pussy, before he pulled them out again. The pace he set was fast and merciless; he pumped into you, curled his fingers exactly the right way, before pulling out again. And repeat, and repeat, and repeat.

And you were a mess because of it.

He knew your best spots. He knew how to work you, exactly when to flick your clit or take it in his mouth. He knew how to please you, how to finger-fuck you like you’d never experienced it before. Soon enough your chest was heaving, sweat glistening on your skin, eyes squeezed shut, head dizzy from the pleasure.

Changbin barely said a word, too focused on his task, until he pulled his fingers out for the last time. You opened your eyes, the ache in your core only heightened by his foreplay. Changbin, however, took his time rubbing his swollen cock, covering it with your arousal before he was over your hips again.

“Look at my baby.” He whispered, hands feeling up your sides. “So fucking needy. You’re practically drooling over my cock.”

You couldn’t even argue against it, so you just lifted your hips to grind against him, sending a very clear message. Changbin’s eyes flashed the moment you did that.

“You want it so bad? Hmm, baby? Fucking take it.”

And what followed was the most intense stretch as Changbin entered you, throbbing cock rubbing against your walls and filling you so well you almost screamed through your next string of moans. Changbin hissed and grunted as he pushed into you, and at last bottomed out. Your thighs trembled and your breaths were coming out erratic, because god, did he feel incredible. Every pulse and small movement of his dick was like electricity.

Changbin glanced at you, making sure you were adjusted before pulling back out. He hesitated only a moment before plunging back in, pulling your hips back to his at the same time. You cried out when he hit your g-spot, head spinning, mind blanking out. Words tumbled from your lips, but you barely heard them. He was going to destroy your sanity, and you held no complaint.

He pumped into you, rolling his hips in just the right way to have you desperately grabbing onto his shoulders, profanities and absolutely pornagraphic sounds echoing across the room. You were really glad for those soundproof walls right now.

Now Changbin was really going at it, huffing and groaning with each heavy pound into your core. He was all but shoving you into the couch cushions; the frustration you’d felt all day seemed to be rubbing off on him. He hissed through his teeth when your core clenched around him tightly, and his head fell forward, hot breaths sending shivers over your skin.

“Shit- you feel so fucking desperate. You’re always so needy for my cock, aren’t you? Just can’t get enough.” He growled into your ear, never ceasing his harsh thrusts into your throbbing core. He roughly grabbed your ass to yank you closer, the tip of his length abusing your g-spot with every following ram of his hips. The sound of skin on skin echoed off the studio walls, sounding so perfectly sinful that with the next snap of Changbin’s hips you let go of a whiny moan. Your eyes fluttered closed as sharp, shocking waves of pleasure destroyed your senses, and the boy responsible chuckled.

“You’re wrapped around my fingers, aren’t you? Dirty slut. My dirty slut.”

“Your- your dirty slut.” You managed- anything to make sure he didn’t stop. And you knew he liked to hear it from your own mouth- the proof was in the soft, muffled groan that spilled from his lips with another forceful thrust.

“So fucking good for me, too. God, you’re so gorgeous-”

He slipped his fingers down to finger your clit, and your hips immediately lifted from the cushions, desperately whining, “O-oh, god-”

He moved further to touch your entrance, feel the pulse of your pussy as it took in his cock with every thrust. He used the angle to press his palm against your clit and skillfully grind his hand against the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve in your body as you gasped, eyes squeezing tighter shut as you took it all in.

The rolling rhythm of his cock gliding along your walls. The press of his fingers to your entrance. The way his fucking palm drove up against your clit over and over again. Your body quivered under his touch, thighs shaking, the knot in your gut beginning to clench tighter and tighter. All the while Changbin kept his mouth by your ear, kissing up your neck and jawline, sucking slowly on your earlobe and nibbling at your skin.

Soon, it was almost unbearable. You felt like your whole body was on fire, burning white hot. Changbin never slowed, murmuring curses and moaning against your skin. The studio, previously cool, was practically simmering now.

With a particularly sharp thrust you choked out the words, “I- I need to come-”

“Me-me too-” Changbin grunted, squeezing your ass with his free hand. The other never stopped moving against your clit.

His cock was throbbing inside you, and you could feel your high approaching fast. You could barely breathe, but you managed to pant out, “Paint me white.”

Your body tensed at the same time he did, and a stream of heavy moans fell from both your lips as you tipped over the edge. Changbin continued to thrust into you, slower this time to milk both of your releases, before pulling out, dripping with your mixed juices.

He sighed as he lowered himself onto you, and you tiredly smiled, finding his hair with your fingers to thread between. He hummed softly in content, smiling gently back.

“That was fucking amazing.” You murmured, dragging your fingers across Changbin’s scalp, watching him snuggle deeper into your chest.

He started kissing your skin, and you could feel how he smiled while he did it. “And you did so fucking well, love.”

He lifted his head for a second, cocking a brow, and you felt that tingly feeling all over again with the way he was looking at you. Staring at you.

You’d nearly forgotten.

“Ready for more?” He whispered, rubbing your thighs. He was smirking again.

Fucking stamina-

But, of course, you held no complaint.

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hey you - your writing style is amazing and I'm so happy to see your little icon every morning at the top of my push up notes.

Maybe you have an idea for Larissa x reader and this line:

“The only place I enjoy being tied up is in bed.”

I think it could be the first impulsive line Larissa ever said and only then reader notice her deadpan humor. Things get out of hand really fast after that.

Or maybe this line breaks the camel's neck so to speak and reader just grabs her neck and kiss her.

I hope you enjoy this one, Anon.

Larissa Weems was easily the hottest woman you’d ever seen. You wished that was an understatement but it wasn’t. Women like her shouldn’t exist. It was doing your head in, trying to keep it from effecting your work and your sanity.

But then she did things. Things like touching you. Fingertips brushing over your shoulders as she walked by. Fingers wrapping around strands of your hair. Brush of lips against your cheek. Things like heated glances and half smiles in your direction. Things like looks that made you think she was mentally undressing you.

Then there were the flirty comments. Suggestive comments. Comments that had you flushing and turning into a stuttering mess under her amused gaze.

Someone that hot shouldn’t be allowed to flirt with you. She definitely shouldn’t be allowed to be so good at it.

You probably shouldn’t have encouraged it, either. But it was so much fun and it certainly gave you a confidence boost when you managed to make her cheeks flush. You just wished it would lead to more than a few lingering looks and touches.

“Only one person has ever tried to kidnap me,” you said to her one day as you cleaned up after a seminar on stranger danger for the students, “but they were not good at tying me up and we were in an open space.”

“The only place I enjoy being tied up is in bed,” Larissa replied, shooting a wink in your direction.

That shouldn’t have been the straw that broke the camels back, but it was. You lunged forward, letting the chairs in your hands clatter to the floor. You grabbed her by the face, pulling her down to your level. Her eyes widened before you kissed her.

Maybe that was the straw that broke her camel’s back, because she wrapped her arms around you tight, backing you up until your back hit the wall. You gasped into her mouth, letting her kiss you long and deep, and hotter than anything else you’d ever experienced. And she was still dressed in about a million layers of clothes.

Her hands grasped your hips before lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around her waist, shamelessly moaning into her mouth. She pressed you harder against the wall, kissing you with a skill you could only dream of. Hot people shouldn’t be that good at kissing.

Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving smears of lipstick in her wake. Your fingers dug in to her shoulder as she sucked on your pulse point and a curse fell from your lips. Her own hands were gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises. You wanted to have her leave all kinds of bruises on your skin.

“So fucking hot,” she murmured into your skin before her teeth sunk in.

“Fuck, Rissa,” you hissed, “so good.”

“Want to fuck you right here, baby girl,” she whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “want to taste you.”

“Oh god,” you groaned.

“Oh no, baby girl, you’ll be seeing god later,” she murmured, “once I show you exactly how well I can tie you up.”

You kissed her again, desperate for her touch. Desperate for her. Sanity be damned. She could have it all, as long as she did exactly what she said she wanted to. Because you wanted it too. Very badly.

[fortunekookie07]

Ok, so here is the warning. This one is definitely angsty sad. I wanted to write about Xavier in this kind of way when I got to chapter 8 in the game. I have my suspicions, and I used them to write this. Stellarian is what I decided to call him. Let's face it. The boy is definitely not human.

More Than Star-crossed

Xavier probably had as many secrets as there were stars in the sky. No one could ever predict his movements. He was mysterious, laid back, and cold. His personality was standoffish. He'd never allowed anyone to get close.

Jeremiah had known Xavier for a long time. He could recall a time in the distant past when he hadn't been so, but then he'd still had you. The first time you met, you'd been drawn to each other like a moth to flame. Like the sun and moon eternally chasing each other.

Xavier had said once that star-crossed didn't describe the two of you and soul mates wasn't deep enough. Jeremiah wasn't sure what the difference was. He didn't understand the level of devotion he showed you.

He knew one thing for sure, though, every time Xavier met you again he was elated, he reverted back to his old self. The way he'd been in school. The memories had been mostly good, right up to the end. Jeremiah would never forget the look on Xavier's face that day for the rest of his life.

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They had come suddenly, no warning or time to prepare. The hole had ripped open in space and they swarmed in. No one knew where they came from, creatures like them had never been seen before. All they sought was destruction and chaos.

At first they had been able to fend them off, they seemed relatively weak. With Xavier by your side you felled one after another. Your training and reflexes made you an outstanding swordswoman. Xavier being the only one you could never best. Those rounds you tied didn't count. He'd gone easy on you.

Then the bigger ones had come, your classmates started dropping one after another. Unable to beat them so easily anymore. You saw the one headed for Xavier's back and that he was currently unable to fend it off and then your feet were moving before you even knew it.

The first strike you had easily blocked, the long blade spinning against your own. It was the second blade you were unprepared for. Appear from nowhere and sparkling in the sun like glass, the blade is thrust through you. "Uhnnn!" A groan escapes your lips as you drop your sword and fall to your knees.

A scream peirce your ears as your name is cried with anguish. You can't even turn your head. All you can do is look down and see the large blade stuck through you. Your brain whispers that the injury is fatal, there will be no recovery period this time. Blood is already seeping from the edges of the blade and staining your uniform a dark red.

The monster in front of you bursts into dust and then your body is falling backwards, no longer held up by the blade. Xavier's warm arm are holding you up and he's crying as he looks down at you. His hand is pressed to the injury trying in vain to staunch the blood flow.

"Why are you crying?" You ask holding a hand to his cheek. He just shakes his head unable to say anything. "Xavier, you have to save everyone. I know you can do it." You place a hand to his heart and his eyes open at last. In the deep depths of his brilliant blue eyes all you can see is a profound sense of loss, pain, and desperation. "No, I can't with out you. I don't know how to see the light without you anymore." His words come out in sobs. And your heart aches at the pain in his voice.

"Xavier, you are the light. Send the darkness from the place and shower it with your light. I can help you." You say pressing more firmly against his chest right above his heart. "Open your heart to me." Having never been able to deny you anything, he drops his guard and you begin resonating with eachother.

All around you a bright light begins glowing intensifying by the second. Building and building, until finally it explodes and then there is silence. All traces of the invaders are gone. The fallen bodies of your classmates are scattered throughout the school courtyard and many other places. No one had been able to prepare for the attack and many had fallen in the first wave.

"Xav", you say weakly getting him to open his eyes. He's panicked again at all the blood. Your blue tinted white dress is crimson now and his pants are stained with the red as well. It's pooled on the ground below you and spreading slowly. Your time is almost up, it's now or never. You place your hand against his cheek again. "I love you." You manage to say, voice nothing more than a whisper now. Your vision is rapidly growing dark.

He's crying again, tears stream endlessly down his face and his eyebrows are scrunched together. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love you." You know what it means when a Stellarian falls in love. Not just this life but every life you can only fall in love with the same person. Two halves of a whole, not soul mates it's deeper than that. No words can describe the bond that exists between you. But between you, no words are needed.

"I don't want to live without you." Xavier says, his voice is defeated. You manage a smile. "Don't come find me now, I'll be heartbroken if you follow after me. Promise me." You tell him putting all the strength you can muster into you voice. Instead of answering he leans down and presses his lips to yours. A smile graces your lips as your vision goes completely black.

A soft thump has him pulling back and he stares down at you. The light is gone from your eyes and your hand fell from his face. He squeezes your body close even though he knows it's futile. It's already turning to shimmering dust, going back to the stars.

Xavier's second cry of anguish shatters the silence, your body is gone. Having faded away to nothing.

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Xavier did not like to remember the past. He did not like to think of the times he'd found you again, only to lose you again. His heart was almost dead when he found you again on earth when you were twelve. Earth had been invaded by the same monsters that had destroyed his home planet Stellaria. He was determined not to let it happen again.

He was also determined not to approach you again. His heart couldn't take it anymore. Finding you, seeing you fall back into love with him and then dying again. Fate was cruel, it seemed like it was out to torture him until his long life finally came to an end. Not for the first time did he curse his long life.

Watching you almost die to the same monster that had killed you the first time had nearly undone him again. Tezcatlipoca, or Wanderer as they had come to be called was a monster that hid in mirrors. That was how you'd died that first time. It had emerged from a mirror as you were fending off an attack from a different Wanderer.

Xavier really did try to stay away from you this time, but it seemed the harder he tried the more you seemed to appear before him. He'd almost completely lost his composure that day you showed up in your Deepspace Hunter uniform. Freshly graduated from the academy and fighting these monsters once again.

He'd made it his own mission to eliminate them once and for all, he'd never intended for it to be your as well. However when he learned that you had a protocore fragment in your heart he knew that he could not keep you out of the battle any longer.

He'd let his guard down all to much and you wormed your way into the cracks in his armour and warmed his chilly heart once again. He hadn't been able to tell you any of this yet.

One of the reasons he was always so tired is because after he lost you the first time, he spent a long time sleeping. He felt only in dreams could he see you again.

So he constantly slept if only to remember the exact tone of your voice, or shade of your hair. Later on this too became something of a curse. Often he would relive your loss again and again.

Jeremiah didn't dare to ask him questions about you, that was dangerous. He'd only been there after you were gone. He'd managed to fend off the monsters until that light surge. Finding the spot where Xavier still knelt and seeing all the blood, he'd been able to put the clues together.

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You were jolted awake by tossing and turning next to you. Xavier was having a fitful dream. You raised up onto your side and gently lifted his arm before moving into his embrace. Waking him up was sometimes impossible. Just letting him hold you seemed to be the way to go. He would wake up soon, he always did after a bad dream. You waited patiently.

His arms tightened around you and then he was groaning. You looked up at him, waiting for his eyes to open. Finally the did. His pupils darted around and then finally rested on you. He tried to hide the sheer panic and pain but you still saw it. He wasn't fast enough but you weren't going to ask.

If Xavier didn't want you to know then he would dodge question and evade the point until time ended.

"Xavier, I'm not going anywhere you know. There is no where else I'd rather be then right here with you." You kiss his neck and snuggle into his embrace. He says nothing but you feel the tension fade from his body.

You're almost asleep again when he whispers, "I love you too much to let you go anywhere again." You know he's going to be ok. Tomorrow is a new day, after all.

[rabbiitte]

Character analysis #3

Saving Others, Losing Himself: Sand's Savior Complex Explored.

EP8 titled "save me" can be interpreted in multiple ways but, since the title of the episode refers to a plea for help, who's the savior in the episode?

Top is the sevior: he joins forces with Cheum to try to save Mew from himself. In the process, he saves Ray from being arrested.

Sand is the savior: despite Ray's poor treatment, Sand still wants to help him. He comforts Yo after the breakup. He attends the party to support/confort Nick. In the process, he saves Ray from being arrested.

However, I would like to focus on another perspective:

Sand is the savior and the one who must be saved: despite Ray's poor treatment, Sand is trapped in the “hero” role. He has a lot of empathy but no strength to set boundaries, hence he's trapped in a toxic relationship.

Actually, Sand occupies the "hero" role in each of his interpersonal relationships. Have you noticed that the people closest to Sand are people he has to take care of? Like his mom, Ray or Nick.

Of course, wanting to help someone is a positive and normal desire. However, excessive saviorism has a wide range of consecuences.

Saviorism: refers to the belief or attitude that one person or group can save or rescue another, often from difficult circumstances. It can manifest in various contexts, such as in charitable efforts, international aid, or personal relationships, where one assumes a superior position with the intention of helping or fixing perceived problems.

Excessive saviorism can lead to the development of what is commonly referred to as a "savior complex".

Savior complex: refers to a psychological phenomenon characterized by a strong need to solve people's problems or "save" them from painful situations, to the detriment of one's well-being. Individuals with a savior complex may have an inflated sense of self-importance, believing that they alone can solve problems and rescue others. This mindset can be driven by a variety of factors, including a desire for validation, a need to feel needed, or a belief that one's worth is tied to their ability to save or fix others.

Perhaps the best-known example of someone with a savior complex is Superman:

He often embodies this complex with his unwavering commitment to protect and save people. He feels a deep responsibility to use his powers for the greater good and puts others needs before his own.

Sand's const desire to save or help those around him (even in moments of conflict), and his willingness to prioritize others' needs over his own, suggests a pattern of behavior that goes beyond typical friendship or romantic dynamics and aligns with the traits of a savior complex. Let's explore the characteristics of the savior complex and how they're reflected in Sand:

Attraction to people in need: refers to the tendency to be attracted to relationships where the other person is in a vulnerable or dependent position.

Unconsciously, Sand is drawn to people who need his help or care like Ray or Nick. He's drawn to Ray once he learns more about his life, childhood trauma and motivations. He also develops a friendship with Nick, someone with a strong need for affection.

High empathy: refers to a strong ability to empathize with others' pain or struggles, which intensifies the desire to alleviate that pain.

Unlike Mew (the other sevior of the series), who saves but judges people in the process, Sand saves with a high level of empathy.

For example, when Sand is scolding Ray for drunk driving, he tries to understand his reasoning by speaking without judgment, since he understands his motivations. Same with Nick, who he doesn't judge for his actions because he understands his motivations too.

Compulsive need to save: individuals with a savior complex often feel a deep compulsion to save others from their problems or challenges. Neglect of own needs: they may neglect their own needs, well-being, or boundaries in the process of trying to help others.

Sand's willingness to endure discomfort, mistreatment and put others' needs ahead of his own, reflects a pattern where he assumes the responsibility of being the savior or caretaker. Even though his relationship with Ray is hurting him, the need to help him in times of vulnerability is still compulsive for Sand. And, even if he was trying to compensate Nick for stealing the audio, he agreed to go to the party to support him, even though he knew he could get hurt or stressed (by seeing Ray with Mew or even Top).

Difficulty leaving unstable romantic relationships: people with this complex may force themselves to stay in an unhappy relationship due to a sense of responsibility, dependence or belief that the other person may change.

Personal importance: refers to the atribution of a sense of self-importance and personal worth connected to the ability to help and save others. This act of salvation becomes a crucial source of validation and self-esteem. The need to be needed may be developed.

Sand doesn't seem bothered by Ray's “addiction” to him, he seems flattered. We all want to be needed to some degree, but no one wants other people to be emotionally dependent on you. However, for Sand, who his ex cheated on, Ray's emotional dependence seems to raise his self-esteem.

The behavior (associated with the savior complex) might be rooted in his past experiences, particularly in taking care of his mother, which could have shaped his inclination to rescue or support others, even when it becomes detrimental to his own well-being.

The moment Ray tells Sand that he knows Sand is in love with him is key, as Sand freezes and looks slightly scared. This is because Ray has become aware of Sand's feelings and how they affect his behavior patterns, just to use them against him. At that moment Sand snapped back to reality.

If Sand should be saved, who saves Sand? Himself. If Sand is becoming aware of his tendency to play the savior role and its negative consequences, his decision to set a boundary by leaving the party with Nick and not staying with Ray is a pivotal step in breaking those patterns. Acknowledging one's own patterns and taking conscious steps to change them is a sign of maturity and self-awareness.

Read my other analyses about Mew and Ray.

[sleepyfaequeen]

Kon'nichiwa <333,, may I request lifewevaer x f!reader short story?? May-b a friends to lovers type of theme

Authors note: Ask and you shall receive! Enjoy^^

Just One Touch

Lifeweaver x f!reader

Summary: Sometimes someone just needs a helping hand to meet the right one.

Pairing: Lifeweaver x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff

Requested: yes, anonymous

Song:

Fear had always settled in whenever (Y/n) had met new scientists or doctors. They always poked her arms with needles and injected her with unknown substances. Even after being captured by a corrupt corporation like Talon. They would always treat her like a monster, an animal, because of what she could do. They would lock her up in the dark for days. That didn't mean they wouldn't feed her daily but only slide the food tray through an opening, and she would rarely see anyone's face. Whenever she did see anyone, it was like a nightmare. The doctors would always laugh and poke at her. Almost mocking her distress. She had always felt so alone, but maybe it was better this way, she had always thought.

So when she saw a bright light entering her room, she backed into a corner and cowered away from the person who had entered the room.

"Easy.. no need to.." He paused, his voice so gentle, but he was hesitant as he looked around the room. He almost looked at the room in disbelief, and when he looked back at her, his gentle eyes met her frightened ones. ".. You are safe now. There's no reason to panic, Kwāng n̂xy." This was enough for (Y/n) to furrow her brows in confusion. What did he call you? He chuckles, and from the way she flinched, he stops laughing and holds a hand up.

"No, please!" Her voice was practically begging him not to come near her.

"I won't hurt you." He reminds her and eases closer, but she rushes to another corner, shaking as she begs not to be touched. He stands up and looks at her. He could hear the rest of the Overwatch agents entering the Talon base. He didn't know what they did to her, he didn't know anything about her but she reminded him of a deer. Whatever they did to you must've been too much. He looked around the room before approaching the frightened thing.

(Y/n) could hear commotion outside the room, which made her curious what was going on. She barely noticed the man approach her. That was until she felt something familiar over her, a blanket. As she looked behind her, she found her eyes meeting something so peculiar. It was glowing a rose and gold color.

"Do you want to hold it?" Niran asked as he held the rose to her.

"Yes.. what is it?" She asked as she slowly held her hands towards it.

"It's a rose." He smiles as she held it, her fingers stroking the stem of the flower he had generated thanks to the technology he had created. The way her eyes looked at every part of the flower with such curiosity. It then hit him that she was a prisoner here, but for what? He wondered.

"It's not.. dying." She said.

"It's not supposed to.. not mine, at least." He mumbles the rest. "Why are you talking about death?" He asked as he kneeled down to her seated level.

"Everything I touch dies."

Those words hit him deep when he finally understood why you had been kept in this tiny little room. Still, this was no way to treat a human being. Especially someone so fragile looking as yourself.

Niran had brought you to Overwatch, the new and improved heroic team. That's where he and Satya had conducted their own experiments based on the Talon files. It was little what they could work with. Niran was sure to understand the things you can hold, what you can touch. Doctor Zeigler made it very clear, absolutely "no touching" the subject. But Niran would choose to go against this rule, just a bit. It wouldn't kill him to just touch you, right?

He understood he could not lay a hand on (Y/n), but no one was stopping him from conducting his own experiments. Even now, he could see the confusion in her doe-like eyes as he tied a cloth to one of your wrists before wrapping the entire cloth to your hand before he held it.

"See, it's like we're holding hands." He smiles brightly.

"Huh..? Holding hands." She gave his hand a small squeeze before looking up at him. "You want to hold my hand?"

For some reason, Niran felt his cheeks grow hot. "O-of course I would!" Smooth. "Who would not want to hold such soft and delicate hands?" A small laugh escapes her, and he can't help but high-five himself for making her laugh.

Later, both Satya and Zeigler have a talk about how dangerous you are to touch, and he should not "find out for himself" because it could lead him to his grave. Death was a constant thing they seemed to talk about whenever they referred to you. To (Y/n), in his eyes, he just saw someone so use to it that she thought it was rightful people not come near. But to him, he saw someone who had every right to experience human touch, life.

That's when a wonderful idea occurred to him.

"What are you working on?" Satya asked as she approached her old colleague from Vishkar.

"A test." He answers as he continues to focus.

"If it's for that woman, I would suggest you give it more thought." This makes him stop and look at her with confusion.

"Meaning?"

Symmetra rolls her eyes and points at his creations. "I would not even wear something so unsightly."

"But it's not a present for you." He smirks.

"Still, those are simply horrendous looking."

"It's a prototype." He pouts as he looks back at his work. "Although maybe it could use some beauty." He looks over to her as she smirks.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to help."

Niran couldn't help but think of how she'd react to seeing this gift he had made. He had the gift all wrapped up in a small box with a white ribbon to compliment the color.

"Well, go on. Open it." He urged you with a soft smile lining his lips as he watched how you shifted uncomfortably when he set the gift in front of her.

"What is it?" She asked as she hesitated to even touch the box.

"It's a gift. A surprise gift." He chimes as he holds his hands behind his back as he stands by the table of your much more decorated room with much more space for you to stretch your legs. It is still a place to confine her but with much more freedom. "The surprise is that you have to open it."

"Oh, I see." She said her fingers held onto the top of the box. Eyes showing how mesmerized she was already. This makes Niran smile in pure pride. "How is this.. gloves?" She asked as she placed the top of the box down and reached inside to hold the clear yellow laced fabric.

"Put them on." He insists as she did he immediately reached over and held her hands. She flinched back, moving away and glaring at him. Her eyes were more concerned if she had hurt him. "I'm alright.. see?" He holds his hand out, showing her every side.

"But I.. destroy things." She said quietly.

"If you happen to destroy things, I can always just fix them." He held her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"And I kill things- I take life too." She lowers her gaze, feeling her eyes starting to burn with tears. He simply rolls his eyes and comes close, she flinched when she sees a familiar rose appear before her. When she looks up she can't help but gasp when she feels lips pressed against her own. She yelps, stepping back and clasps her hands over her mouth so fast. "Are you oka-!?" That's when she feels something against her lips. Looking down at it, she sees a single petal, still glowing with life before it disappears.

"You're not meant to be feared.. I think we just need to understand what we can learn from you and find a solution. Maybe one day cure you. If you'd like." He smiles softly as (Y/n) smiles.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem, Kwāng n̂xy." He answers.

"What does that even mean?"

"If I'd tell you that, you might kill me!" He winks and can't help the laugh that escapes his chest as his cheeks become more rose colored.

Translation: Kwāng n̂xy/กวางน้อย = little doe

Authors note: Yes, I'm working on other anonymous ask. Patience, my darlings. I've been waiting for someone to request this very handsome individual.

[m0llygunn]

good sunday here’s something I wrote a while ago. it’s part of a bigger piece, so there’s references that are foggy, but if I simmer it and reduce it to its essence, it is amateur writer!eddie x amateur writer fem!reader, reader wears a lot of layers and is pretty closed off. I don’t think it needs more explaining for how small this snippet is (1.8k) but if you’re curious about one thing or another, my ask box is always open. (sorry this is out of the blue but I just reread this and I like this part, I don’t think it deserves to die in the docs like all my other wips lol) (this won’t die in the docs but it will die unedited)

18+ only pls this is soft and not horrifically explicit but

“Do you think drugs help with your creative process?”

“Sometimes, dunno,” he shrugs.

Eddie asked if it was okay if you went to his place today. He told you that Friday night was his last chance to make a good chunk of his profits before Christmas and he had things he needed to do in preparation.

You watch as he weighs out little baggies of fuzzy green and brown product.

“Can I help?” you ask.

“You want to help me with this?” he laughs.

“Yeah, s’boring over here,” you say, feeling a tinge of embarrassment for your enthusiasm.

“Must be hard being such a pretty girl that has to sit around waiting, huh?”

You ignore his comment, pushing yourself off the bed and using your own judgment on how to help him. You help by opening the plastic bags and by tying them after he fills them.

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“A woman’s love makes all the difference,” Eddie teases, pressing a kiss to the edge of your face as he puts away all the neatly made bags. “They look good, thank you sweetheart,” he presses another kiss to your skin, this time closer to your inner cheek. He stands and you do the same. While he put his stash away in a drawer for now, you settle back into his bed, sitting cross legged in the middle.

“You ready to go home or wanna stay longer?” he asks, catching your gaze.

“It’s barely been an hour,” you complain with wide eyes as you check the time. Eddie crosses to the bed, laying beside you so his head rests adjacent with one of your folded knees while his hand closes over your other.

“So stay then. I want you to stay,” he smiles.

“Sounds like you’re kicking me out,” you mumble.

“You could stay forever, I’d be happy.”

You scrunch your face and Eddie barks a laugh. His hand grabs further up your leg, getting closer to you as his fingers reach high on your thigh. You push him away with a flattened palm on his chest, fighting his advances just enough to make a point.

“Don’t be weird,” you scold.

“I’m not allowed to kiss you when I want and I can’t be weird? What am I allowed to do then?” He asks, laying on his back in comical defeat.

“Be normal.”

“See, that’s impossible when I’m with you,” he smiles cheekily. He folds both his hands over his chest, severing his ties from you, leaving you with not a single point of contact.

“And that classifies as a weird thing to say,” you say pointedly. You watch as he absentmindedly twirls one of his heavy silver rings around the knuckle it sits under.

“I like you, is that such a crime?”

He continues twirling the ring as he smiles up at you.

His room matches him to a T. Dark colours, hints of deep red that peak out under the clutter of personality that adorns every surface. Music is in your face, with posters that are screaming levels of confronting as soon as you walk in. The quietest part of his room is the novels that stay hidden in plain sight. A tattered book under a beer can, condemned to the life of being a coaster, a short stack just under his bed, they scatter everywhere and don’t demand the attention that everything else does.

When you feel like you understand Eddie it comes in waves like this. Like you have all the puzzle pieces but you need a particular clue to help fit them together. When they click into place it makes your stomach flip and your heart patter in your chest. It surges you forward and you find him. You kiss him to let him know you hear him.

He kisses you back and you hope he understands.

It’s awkward the way you hunch over him. Your knees press into the edge of his stomach and dangerously close to his crotch so you move carefully. He rises to accommodate you until you can sit a little straighter, feeling less of a stretch in your lower back. His hand finds your waist, encouraging you to sit up and uncross your legs while also pulling you into him. His kiss is soft yet firm and once you’ve both comfortable, it’s clear that you’re the driving force here. His hands don’t roam and he doesn’t deepen the kiss, he takes what you give him, as always.

You want more though, you want his hands to roam.

“Touch me,” you breathe into the kiss. With your hands on his forearms you drag them up your sides and he takes over, he feels up and down and he tugs and pulls the clothing barrier with every movement. You let your own hands sit low on his stomach, and it’s unfair the way your hands slip so easily under his thin cotton shirt, pulling it up to feel how the hair just under his belly button grows thinner the higher you go. His mouth stops moving against yours and he pulls back gently.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, searching your eyes while he holds the seam of your most outer layer.

You nod, agreeing quietly. He works slowly, letting his fingers gather the seam before pulling upwards, careful not to disturb the layer that lives underneath.

When it pulls over your head, he folds the material in half, placing it down on the bed beside you both.

He moves in closer to you, eyes landing on your lips but you motion for him to pause.

Finding his hand and placing it on the hem of your next layer, you meet his eyes. “Keep going,” you whisper. He nods, fingers finding their grip.

He could take every layer off at once, tug them over your head in one clump of clothing, but he doesn’t. He takes his time, unwraps you like a gift, paying special attention to the bells and whistles of zippers and buttons. He folds every layer with respect, making a pile of the mismatching fabrics that he’s silently cursed a handful of times for keeping you from him. He doesn’t want to make that mistake now, so he takes his time. When he gets to your second last layer he finds your eyes, making sure it’s okay.

“Go ahead,” you whisper. Inch by inch, the prize of your bare skin is revealed to him as he lifts the ribbed thermal from your hips, your waist, your chest, your shoulders, all the way to your wrists. Your poor thermal gets discarded without a gentle fold but you don’t mind.

Eddie’s eyes dance with lust filled adoration. He sits forward on his bed but doesn’t touch just yet. He traces curves and connects barely visible freckles with his eyes and when he’s looking for longer than you deem necessary, you find his hands again, bringing them to your skin and it feels grounding.

You part your hands from his once they flatten to your sides, giving him permission to roam. He hums appreciatively and his hands glide. They cover places you wouldn’t deem worthy of dwelling on and eventually, they start to squeeze. They feel like they’re molding you, pushing you in, and drawing you out all at the same time. You feel like you’re clay in his hands, but really it's the other way around. He’s learning how his hands fit to you, he’s adding the curves of your body to his lexicon, teaching himself how to speak to you through his touch. It’s a beautiful thing and you could cry.

“Kiss me, please,” you ask, needing him to take the swell of emotions from you. He nods before he meets your eyes, and when he does, he looks like he melts into valleys of softness.

“C’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers, using his new found language to fit his hands against your waist, tugging you forward into him.

He kisses you and it feels like breathing anew. Like words you’ve yet to discover, and dialects of feelings you never knew existed, it makes your heart hum.

It’s not long before his kiss translates every stirred up emotion into pure lust. His hands roam, rough at the fingertips but substantially softer at the palms.

Down to your last layer, he lingers at the equator of your back until it becomes the hottest part. The band burns at his fingers with every grazed touch over and under it. Despite that, he plays with fire, tracing the lace back and forth in quick movements that tell you what he wants. With a giggled approval, you feel the way he beams when he pecks at your lips.

Talented with his fingers, he one handedly releases the tension on your ribcage. Both hands move to the straps on your shoulders and he pulls back from his onslaught of quick kisses with a candyland worthy smile.

His eyes visibly dilate and your chest stutters with the breath that gets stuck in your lungs. He drops your bra to your lap, not letting it go too far just yet and he looks back to your eyes.

“Beautiful. Prettiest girl.” His mouth opens another time to speak but he closes it, mullingly.

“What?” you ask, shifting so your shoulders press inwards, unconsciously making yourself smaller in front of him.

He notices the way you change and brings gentle hands to your shoulders, coaxing you to straighten out. He moves in closer, letting the edge of his head press to yours, cheek meeting cheek.

“I just want to say thank you for sharing yourself with me,” he whispers quietly into your ear. “Not just for this, but for everything. I know it's hard,” he continues.

You nod, but you don’t know what else to say. It leaves you choked, throat swelling with emotions again.

Eddie pulls back to see you, not your body, but you and he smiles adoringly.

“I do like this though, I like it a lot.” His smile switches to a smirk and your choke becomes a sputter of laughter.

He kisses your lips, across your cheek, down your jaw. He kisses your collar bones, up the peaks of your chest and down the crest of each breast. He places a lasting kiss to the center where your ribcage ends and moves back up.

He lavishes you with kisses. Gentle, sweet, appreciative, and when you promise it’s enough for you to feel his purified adoration until next time, he helps you redress, but not without substantial kisses to your lips.

Eddie Munson hasn’t shown you any of his writing yet, but you trust he has perfected the art form because the way he looks at you is with the gaze of a man who’s dedicating more words to you than you’ve ever read, more words than you’ll ever know.

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[noridoorman]

More scrapped Nuzi fics (warning, some is angsty)

Fragmented/Fragments of the past/Echo/Whatever freaking title I had for this:

Uzi crawls on the ground, one arm missing and every inch of her metallic body feeling like extra weight she’s forced to carry. The room around her trembles, the walls shun a blinding white color, piercing the optical sensors of her visor. Some furniture pieces around her began to fade gradually into the white voice as Uzi continued pushing forward, crying out a name so familiar and yet so distant, grasping for something, anything, in her vicinity.

She hears another voice; a feminine one calling out the same name yet everytime it did, their voice would glitch or distort, making it unable for Uzi to hear it.

Yet she knew, the name somehow carried significance.

Uzi pushes forward, her vision partly recovering after having been assaulted by the light to see a silhouette in a glass capsule, several heavy machinery surrounding it. The silhouette turns to her and despite not being able to discern any facial features or attributes tied to the person she can see its somber smile as it kneels down to her level - or as far as it could go.

Again, Uzi calls this name as she stared at the figure, placing her hand weakly against the glass, a feeble attempt to break it. Sobs wreck through her body, begging the person, whoever they are, to get out of the capsule, to not do something that she couldn’t grasp no despite her own words repeating it. The figure’s eyes closed as they shakily exhaled, trying to communicate to Uzi yet all words came out as equally distorted as the name.

And yet, Uzi begged. Pleaded, cried, anything to convince the figure to leave. Yet it only responded by placing its hand against the glass, its words coming out glitched once again.

“Uzi, I love you…”

Her eyes hollow as the now clear words hit her audial sensors. A deep sense of both love and grief shocks her to the core, all sounds she once made fall mute as a sudden realization settles before her. For the few seconds of silence she had, the figure muttered a thousand apologies before the bright void engulfed them both.

What it was: this was meant to be a "what-if" kinda fanfic. Basically, N cannot take the thought of Uzi dying and looked for any chance for an alternative, which he found. He found a machine in the labs that could rewind time, bringing the time back to a time before they met. However, the machine needed fuel and N was the only one that could fuel it through his core. He sacrifices himself, despite Uzi's pleading. Time rewinds and Uzi wakes up without any memory of what happened and N has been completely ereased from the timeline. However, I really don't like sad endings and this fanfic would have ended on Uzi somehow remembering and bringing N back, however...

Why I scrapped it: I don't trust myself to handle heavy topics and angst and make it believable while also emotional. Plus, I started working on Cinnamon Scent and never found the time to develope it further than the prologue. And as time went on I thought of the concept to be boring and was scared it wasn't going to stick with others through all the other creative stuff out there.

Reborn:

"The absolute most angst-filled idea I could possibly think of for this series is N dying and Uzi proceeding to feed Eldtrich N living worker drones out of desperation, willing to sacrifice anyone to get him back. N revives but without any memory of what Uzi did to resurrect him,' with a traumatized, oil-stained Uzi hugging him in silence."

This was a comment a different Tumblr user made and I asked them if I could write a fanfic about it and they said "Sure". Aaaand, I never write it cause again; I don't trust myself with Angst.

Cinnamon Scent Chapter 5:

N // Today at 10:11 AM

“Uziii, I got the appel strudel u asked for! :D”

“But also… a bit of a surprise”

Uzi raised a brow at that, her mind already going in overdrive to try to think what surprise he might have planned.

Uzi // Today at 10:11 AM

“And that is?”

N // Today at 10:11 AM

“How do I say it ahhh”

“Well, it depends on you if it’s a positive or a negative surprise!”

Uzi // Today at 10:12 AM

“Don’t dodge the question”

N // Today at 10:12 AM

“Wahhh, you’re so scary when you’re serious!”

“It’s kinda hard to tell you bc they told me not to tell you”

Uzi // Today at 10:12 AM

“???”

“Who’s they?? Where are you?”

N // Today at 10:13 AM

“OO I said too much, we’ll meet u there!!”

“Wha?” Uzi whispers under her breath, an uncomfortable feeling emerges at the pit of her stomach, making her thoughts go even more in overdrive.

Did he bring a friend along?

With confusion and determination both etched on her face (and some sprinkled in nervousness) her pace quickens as she beelines towards the amusement park, ready to smack somebody if she needs to.

-

“Hey, Uzi!” Uzi turns around to the sound of N calling for her, spotting him standing near the entrance. And as Uzi had expected, he didn’t stand alone.

“That’s her?” A human with a large bow in her brown/reddish hair and a few freckles on her tanned skin. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”

“Yeah, so nice” A drone with her white hair styled into two twintails responded sarcastically, making Uzi forget about her shock for a second to glare at her.

“Don’t be like that, J!” V lighty smacks the shoulder of, who Uzi now knows is, J. J in turn glared at V’s direction, though the latter seemed not bothered by it.

“I… I didn’t expect you to bring your family,” Uzi chuckles awkwardly, pointing at all the new (and not so new) people behind N. He scratched the back of his head, opening his mouth to speak.

“Yeah, well-”

“We weren’t going to leave him alone with a stranger” J interjects, making N cower underneath her harsh gaze. Uzi only returns that, her shoulders tense.

“Friend. I’m his friend,”

“Guys, let’s not fight!” Tessa stands between J and Uzi, making N breathe a huge sigh of relief. Uzi’s eyes softened a bit, her stance growing less defensive. “N talked about an amusement park at some point. We all thought it would be fun to go together!”

“I wouldn’t be able to sneak out again anyway,” N shoots Uzi an apologetic smile that she returns with a soft sigh, both not hearing J yell in the background ‘again?’.

“No need to be sorry, bud,” Uzi hides her hands in her pockets, trying to mask her disappointment with a casual attitude. “It’s your family, I’m not going to deny you not taking them out here,”

“And we’ll get to spend more time together!” N cheers, looking excitedly at Tessa. “Right?”

“We’ll have to see how it will work with your schedule but otherwise, I don’t see why not!” Tessa ruffles N’s hair, chuckling.

“We’ll also have to see if she’s not a threat!” J argues back, however, it fell on deaf ears as everyone turned towards the entrance, all making their way inside the amusement park while J grumbled something under her breath.

“So, which rides look the most fun?” Tessa strokes her chin, looking at all the different attractions in her line of sight.

“The rollercoaster is pretty cool,” Uzi shrugs. “There should also be a carousel somewhere, but it’s for kids,”

“What about this?” N runs ahead towards a giant mechanical octopus with seats attached to its tentacles. “This looks fun!”

“And dangerous,” J crosses her arms, her eyes moving along the rotation of the octopus.

“I think it’s safe,” Tessa smiles, turning to Uzi. “Right?”

“Oh, uh, sure!” Uzi scrambles together an answer, somewhat surprised that Tessa would ask for her opinion. “I wasn’t on the octopus a lot, it always bored me. My mom thought it was tons of fun though,”

“I got us tickets!” V cackles as she hands each and every one of them tickets, with N taking it eagerly and J more reluctantly.

“V, you know we have to save,” J glares, making V roll her eyes.

“I know, I know, but we can take it easy once,” V hands the last tickets to Tessa. “What fun would we have if we saved every penny only for necessities?”

“They’re called necessities for a reaso-”

“J,” Tessa places a hand on J’s shoulder, making her eyes widen a bit. “Don’t worry about the money. I’ll take care of it”

“But-”

“See? Tessa got it covered!” V walks on the ramp as the ride stops, choosing eagerly which seat she’s going to take. “Besides, you should take it easy especially!”

“If this is what it's like to have siblings then I’m happy that my parents only adopted me…” Uzi speaks her thoughts out loud, flinching as N’s laughter rings out next to her.

“At least it never gets boring!” N takes her hand, leading her to two empty seats. Uzi’s core flutters at the contact, her eyes drifting towards their hands. N helps hoist Uzi up due to her smaller size, only intensifying her already prominent blush.

“I’m… really surprised they came along” A employee fastened their seats, taking their tickets with an odd look. Uzi returned the look with a glare before sighing. “How did you convince them?”

“Oh, there wasn’t any convincing needed!” N beams. “Tessa wanted to go somewhere, I just mentioned the amusement park!”

“Did you tell them about me?” Uzi grips the edges of her seat as the ride slowly begins.

“A little, yeah” N admits sheepishly. “J got suspicious that I knew about the amusement park”

“Of course” Uzi rolls her eyes, her grip tightening as the ride picks up speed.

“Tessa was all for it!” N grips Uzi’s hand, squeezing it as fans begin to whirr louder. “Th-This is my first time here, you don’t mind that I…?” N’s gaze flickers towards their hands, making Uzi shake her head frantically.

“N-Not at all!” Uzi squeezes his hand back, partially to reassure him, partially due to her internal panic. “Be warned though, it’ll get faster,”

“Faster?!” N yelled as the seats began to spin along with the giant octopus in the middle. Uzi cackled as the ride began to spin quiet fast in all directions while N’s grip on Uzi’s hand tightened, screaming as the seats moved up and down.

“Are you afraid?!” Uzi yells, her smile disappearing as she looks at N. However, a nervous smile etched on his face as turned to Uzi.

“This is awesome!” He kicked his feet in the air as the ride continued, making Uzi laugh in response.

Despite the wind tossing and turning her hair in every direction, the adrenalin in her body going on overdrive or the constant spinning of the ride, the feeling of N’s hand intertwined with her’s turned her entire brain functions into mush.

-

“That was so cool!” V fist bumps in the air as she excitedly jumps off the ride with the rest trailing behind. “We should do that again!”

“Yeah, right, it wasn’t THAT exciting!” J crosses her arms, a frown etched on her face.

“I saw you laughing like crazy, J!” Tessa giggles, fixing up some strands of J’s hair. “Admit it, you liked it,”

“J-Just a little!” J balls her hands into fists but doesn’t fight back against Tessa’s hands undoing her twintails to make it even again. “It’s still overrated!”

“What J actually meant was, thanks for taking me out on this fun trip away from my crippling workload and the same walls I have to witness every day!” V holds her shorter hair up, mimicking J’s hairstyle, posture and voice.

“Aren’t you mature?” J rolls her eyes as Tessa ties the first pigtail up.

“We’re kids, let’s enjoy it as long as it lasts!” V rests her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face.

“V is right, J” As Tessa finally tied up the last pigtail she kissed the top of J’s head. “I wanted us here so that we don’t have to hide away anymore,”

J groans, her arms dropping to her side.

“Where did you guys live before?” Everyone's eyes turned to Uzi who immediately felt herself shrink under their intense stares. “...too much?”

“I-I can tell you sometime later!” N places a hand on her shoulder. “Right now, let’s just enjoy our… Wait, what’s that?!” N instantly runs away, leaving them all dumbfounded and scrambling towards his direction.

“N, don’t just run off like that!” J scolds as they finally reach him, his gaze concentrated on a giant Shiba Inu plush hanging from the side of a stand. Cans are stacked on top of each other with more different plushies and prices hanging on the sides.

“Do you want this?” Uzi points at the Shiba Inu plush, making N rapidly nod his head.

“Yeah, but… I’d have to win to get one,” N sadly scratches his arm as he eyes the plush.

“My mom used to be really good at those, she taught me a thing or two” Uzi responds somewhat smugly, yet a shy blush showed itself on her visor. “Maybe I could try winning you one?” Uzi smiles, her hands resting on her hip. N’s eyes brightened as he happily bounces on the spot.

“Only humans can participate,” V points at the sign, her expression turning sour. “How stupid…”

“I can try!” Tessa beams, handing the vendor money. “I’m probably not as good but it’s worth a shot,”

“Really?!” N claps his hands, they light in his visor shining somehow brighter. Tessa nods eagerly, grabbing one of the three balls on the counter, raising her hand behind her shoulder to throw the ball. Her eyes squint as pure concentration etched itself on her face, every fiber of her being channeled into landing the perfect shot. The drones all gather around her, looking with both excitement and unease in their eyes.

However, for Uzi, all she saw were the static covered eyes, an image of what should be her mom standing there, ready to throw the ball. Khan places a hand on Uzi’s shoulder, making her look up to him with a curious gaze.

Nori throws one ball and misses.

Wait… Mom never missed?

She throws another. Again, miss.

That’s not a memory.

“Come on, Nori, you can do it!” Khan cheers, looking as if he doesn’t see what Uzi is seeing. The static over her eyes, the clouds in the sky going faster than they should and the feeling of the breeze hitting them in all places at once.

Nori throws again. This time, all the cans fall down.

Cheers emerge from all directions of Uzi’s auditory sensors, voices so familiar and strange.

“Look, Uzi!” Uzi jolts as N holds the Shiba Inu plush at her face, recoiling slightly at her reaction. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“N-No, it’s fine, I was just… thinking?” Uzi shakes her hands.

“Explains why you stood there like a zombie,” J crosses her arms, raising a brow. Uzi opens her mouth, ready to defend herself until N presses the Shiba Inu plush again against her face.

“Look how adorable it is!” He offers for Uzi to hold it but she raises her hands in the air instead, taking several steps back.

“Uh, I-I…It’s cute,” N’s head tilts to the side, a puzzled frown on his face.

“Your fans are really loud!” Tessa notes, kneeling down to Uzi’s level. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine!” Uzi takes more steps back as Tessa tries to place a hand on her forehead.

“Are you sure-”

“Bite me! I said I’m fine!” Uzi crosses her arms.

“Watch your tone!” J takes some threatening steps towards Uzi but is stopped by N who stands protectively in front of her.

“J, stop,” N says with a somewhat authoritative tone, surprising everyone. “She probably just feels overwhelmed. Leave her alone,”

J raises a finger, her mouth opening but after several seconds of no sounds coming, her hands fall to her side.

“I think we should all take a break,” Tessa says, trying to defuse the situation. “Maybe we could sit on a bench and stare at the ocean for a bit,”

“Great idea, my legs are starting to hurt,” V stretches her arms above her head, exhaling heavily before walking ahead. “Come on,”

“Do you know where you’re going?” N asks, staying next to Uzi’s side who looked at the ground, absent minded.

“It shouldn’t be that hard to find a quiet corner!”

“You’re walking into the crowd,” J groans.

“Hey, trust my intuition once!” V glares, looking behind her.

“Your intuition got us in more trouble than it actually helped” A exasperated sigh escapes J’s lips but V only chuckles in response.

“Like that one time in the mall?” J cracks a small smile as V mentioned the incident, making Tessa laugh along.

“We were looking so long for you two!” Tessa picks up her pace to walk between V and J. “What made you guys think that hiding into the gaming store was a good idea?”

“It was V’s intuition that made her think you’d look for us there first,” J rolls her eyes albeit with a smile. “Truthfully, I think she just wanted to look at the games there”

“Lies!” V gasps dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing!”

“It was the truth, wasn’t it?” N laughs from behind the three. “You told me, V!”

“N, you suck!” V yells, making both Tessa and J burst out in laughter.

“Ah, oops, shouldn’t have revealed it, huh?” N scratches the back of his back, a sheepish smile on his face.

The three began telling more stories of the past, recounting incidents or happy memories and sharing smiles and laughter together. However, N caught on to Uzi’s silence and somewhat distant behavior the whole time.

“Hey,” Uzi jolts slightly as N places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You good?”

“Yes, for the thousandth time, I’m fine,” Uzi sighs.

“You’ve been so quiet though,” N sheepishly smiles. “Sorry about, uh… all this,”

“All what?” Uzi raises a brow.

“I should have told you my family was coming along and not make it out to be this surprise.” An unusual somber expression falls on his face as his lips twitch downward to a frown. “I’m sorry for overwhelming you like this,”

Uzi opens her mouth to speak again but N kept on rambling.

“In fact, I probably should have gone alone!” Slight panic arises in his expression, making Uzi feel a pang of sympathy in her chest.

This is scrapped because I felt embarrassed about the family drama. However, this is only the snippet of what's being edited, there's a ton that will stay the same bc it's Khan and Uzi bonding stuff :3

[thisreputable]

omega!ghost x fem!alpha!soap thoughts

bear with me plz. so, august of last year i read an omega!ben x alpha!rey fic that has lived rent free in my head ever since. ben had isolated himself, doing research that kept him far from civilization - far from alphas - until rey shows up

now, imagine. big, silent, deadly ghost who keeps to himself, begrudgingly accepts he needs to interact with the others of the 141, if only to kept things cohesive out on missions. accepts the fact he had to socialize a little. keeps it to the bare minimum, though. never volunteers anything personal: his past, family, plans for the future, designation. sometimes he'll give short, clipped answers, simple questions. tea over coffee, mystery novels (will never, ever admit, even under pain of death, his love for bodice rippers). action/adventure movies with a sprinkling of sci-fi. nothing too deep. nothing anyone could potentially use against him.

(price knows some things. more than most for sure. an unfortunate necessity as ghost's CO. not everything. not what or who ghost is under industrial strength blockers and the best suppressants money can buy. under the mask where simon lurks.)

so ghost's innermost everything is locked up tighter than america's fort knox. impenetrable. inscrutable. impossible to know beyond mere surface level. even then, the mask assures it's not something likely to happen.

enter joan "soap" mactavish, the newest member of the 141.

loud. young. offensively confident. vibrant. unafraid. alpha.

she smells like his and it terrifies him.

everything ghost has tried to steer clear of for longer than he can remember. since before he died and clawed himself out of the ground. since before betrayal, and being the last riley, and learning the taste of his own blood in his mouth. before ghost and ghoulish masks and too many scars to count.

since the shape of his father's meaty fists bloomed purple-red across a pale canvas. since useless and pathetic and omega became synonymous with simon.

she's everything he fears and hates and admires and envies and desires and covets. everything he ever wished but could never be.

he does his best to steer clear of her. does his job, of course. would never let anything keep him from completing his objectives, keep him from making sure everyone on his team made it back in one piece. wouldn't jeopardize the one good thing in his life just because an alpha has his skin prickling and his hind brain whining for something he'll never be worthy of.

soap's a force of nature unto herself, though. persistent doesn't begin to describe her. every obstacle he attempts to put in her way, she bulldozes right through them. leaves a trail of destruction in her wake with a beatific smile on her face and a manic, gleeful light in her too-blue eyes.

for whatever reason, she's set her eyes on ghost and nothing he does or says seems to sway her from getting closer to him. she seeks him out if they're ever in the same room. will lean into his personal space. will ask him question after question and stare until he gives her an answer good enough to satisfy her curiosity. will sit next to him during meals and shamelessly nab food from his tray before giving him things off of hers (he steadfastly ignores the warmth that pulses in his chest when he realizes everything she puts on his plate are things that he enjoys).

will place a steady hand on his arm or shoulder or back (the one time she touched his chest is seared into his memory). doesn't blink when he flinches. will just smile - a little smile that has too many meanings for ghost to parse - before staring him right in the eye and touching him again. like she's daring him to run away, to tell her to stop.

he never does, tongue tied and mind wiped of every thought.

he doesn't know what she wants, is the thing. to be friends? colleagues? more? less? to be the first to peel back a layer of the thing called ghost and brag to everyone else that she's succeeded where so many others have failed?

to be one soul inhabiting two separate bodies?

eventually, though, he buckles under her continued attentions. like all man made things when faced with the awesome power of nature, his defenses are washed away, eroded until nothing remains but the tender core of a man. of an omega desperate to feel wanted and desired and safe.

until all that's left in the aftermath is simon.

it's terrifying. he feels naked. scraped raw. unmasked. seen.

he expects many things once she corners him in his office and he gives in. expects condemnation. ridicule. confusion. scathing remarks as to his designation. expects to be left in tatters after she realizes that her efforts were wasted on him.

instead, she kisses him. instead, she slides a gun calloused hand to the back of his neck and pulls him down, down, down until their lips meet. instead, she steals the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his stuttering mind and his awareness of the world beyond a flimsy door.

ghost is remade, reborn, in the seconds-hours-years they kiss. he's left gasping, knees weak and hands fisted in soap's ridiculous (stupidly attractive and absolutely against regulations) mohawk, in the aftermath. it takes more effort than he's willing to admit for his eyes to flutter open. he's met by a sight that steals his breath all over again.

soap's eyes are blown wide, pupils rimmed by the crimson of an alpha barely grasping at self-control. a delightfully fetching blush has spread from her cheeks down the column of her throat. her lips are glossy with their shared spit, swollen and tender looking. just beyond them, he can see a hint of wickedly sharp fangs.

she's the most beautiful person he's ever seen. it's almost debilitating how much he wants her. how much he wants to be hers.

"mine," she says and it takes his foggy mind an embarrassing amount of time to realize that that wasn't some kind of auditory hallucination. that she's just... staked her claim on him. just like that.

ghost is left blinking owlishly, mouth opening and closing but unable to form a comprehensive thought, much less words.

well.

"my simon." a purr underscores her claim. "my omega."

and who's ghost to tell her otherwise? how could he possibly deny her the one thing that has ever felt right in his long, wretched life?

and then something something sudden heat and rut something something reverse knotting something something claiming bites something something years later something something retirement and pups something something they lived happily ever after

...yeah. just a silly little thot 🙂

[chittychittyyangyang]

“Knowing what it is to feel loved…”

So, I want to preface this by saying some of this is from my own personal experience as well as just kind of what I know from adopted people in general. While not outright stated, Summer Rose basically did adopt her, and the fact he was so young when Summer died, and she found out about Raven are both relevant. Because I feel like if Yang truly knew what it was like to feel loved on a deep, visceral level, she wouldn’t put herself in a position to always sacrifice herself for others. She wouldn’t martyr herself and have someone else feel the pain she has felt by leaving them behind.

The thing is, I don't think people understand how unlovable you can feel when you are adopted. Our society, puts motherhood on such a pedestal (and RWBY not existing in a vacuum we can assume there too), that it is so easy for a child to internalize there is something inherently unlovable about them that would make their own mother give them up. And you can just learn that as a kid even under ideal circumstances where others try to make you feel loved. Had Summer not left, Yang could have possibly lived a happy life without ever knowing Raven didn’t want her. But that’s not what happened. She had two mothers leave her and was left with a dad unable to take care of her and having to step up for her sister. No one ever stays, and Yang has to be the one to pick up the pieces.

When Beacon fell, Blake ran, Weiss’s father came and took her back to Atlas, and Ruby went off on her mission. Her own father says in ear shot he can’t go looking for Ruby because he has “to look after other things” while looking over to Yang’s room. As if she’s in the way of the daughter he really cares about because he out right states she reminds him of Raven. Speaking of, imagine growing up knowing your dad almost resents you for reminding him of the mother who left you, who you’ve been trying desperately to find, only to find out your father knew where she was and was intentionally keeping that information from you. Yang’s feelings of being unloved are so directly tied to being Raven’s daughter, and being forced into a parental role way before she should have been. I also mentioned with Blake in another post, that she did everything “right” with Blake, and she still left without even saying anything. “What if I needed her here for me?” Blake leaving her is just further proof that she must inherently be unlovable and not enough to stick around for.

Yang’s feelings seem so secondary to her that she finally finds Raven to help find Ruby. Yang gets to confront a woman who is nothing like the woman Tai eventually told her about, just for Raven to deflect and not answer the question of why she left. Yang’s feelings truly don’t matter right now because right now this is about getting to Ruby. Never mind, finding her trying to find Raven was how we were introduced to her character (Yellow Trailer). When Yang gets to confront her again, no one around, call Raven out on her shit, all but beg Raven to pick her over power and safety. Beg Raven to be a mother to her and love her, and Raven can’t. We, the audience, can see that Raven is conflicted and loves Yang as much as she can (which Yang can’t see because her back is to her), but it’s truly not good enough. It’s not what Yang needs. Raven might have been able to come up with an excuse before for leaving Yang, but now Raven is actively not picking to her face. Because in the end no one picks Yang.

But Blake did. Blake picked her all the way back in the Emerald Forest, and as far as we know Yang doesn’t know that. We don’t know if Yang knows that Blake ran to keep her safe. Yang doesn’t know Blake wanted her to hate her to further keep her safe. Everything Blake did was for Yang, but Yang doesn’t know that. Yang doesn’t know Blake is doing so well now because of Yang being in her life. Blake is in a perfect position to be there for Yang now and help Yang feel loved. Blake has gone through her journey and processing, and she’s seen and been demonstrated loved through her parents. We can only truly understand love when it’s been demonstrated for us. Yang has never had that, and Blake can be there to focus on her needs and show her what a good partner is like, because she knows what a bad one can be. Blake can take the lead and allow her to feel love in a way neither of them has felt before. It won’t completely fix Yang’s feelings of abandonment, but Blake can be there to help her hold that feeling so it’s not such a heavy burden.