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viviangreeneart · 6 months

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At The Foot of My Bed

I stood at the foot of my bed. I was wearing a dark blue suit I didn’t recognize. The material was clearly expensive and well-tailored, hinting to a fit, lean body underneath. A neat, white handkerchief was folded with care in the suit jacket’s breast-pocket. Staring forward , my green eyes were not the usual unattractive mix of exhaustion and hatred, but of contentment and maybe a little joy. Dark circles, like permanent eye shadow, of which I had grown accustomed to had not claimed these eyes. No, at the foot of my bed, those eyes did not have sagging, purple-grey flesh clinging to the bottom of their sockets like loose, cooked chicken skin. This skin was pink and tight. This me could be in an advertisement for eye cream they looked so damn healthy. Oh, and my scar! Where was that? The right side of his lips were unblemished. Had I never met the enraged man at the bar? Had his class ring that glimmered in the light as it came crashing down on me, snagging my lip and tearing it apart, not existed? Or had I simply not goaded him into a fight to begin with?

If I had fought the man with this body, I would’ve surely won. I hadn’t lifted any form of weight in decades and a vegetable had not graced my dinner plate in just as long. The body in front of me most likely thrived on a high protein diet with a substantial side of greens. Perfect me smiled warmly, revealing his pearly white, exceptionally aligned teeth. It was apparent he never missed a single dentist appointment. I self-consciously rubbed my tongue against the bottom row of my broken, grey teeth. I felt like Narcissus gazing into the pool, aside from the fact that I did not have the beauty that the me at the foot of my bed possessed.

“Honey,” a ragged, drained voice called out from just outside my bedroom, ripping me out of my visual love affair with Perfect Me.

“Uh, yeah?” I shifted my body to the left so I could see down the hallway. I could just make out the silhouette of my wife leaning out the bathroom doorway.

“Did you lock all of the doors?”

“Yes, of course,” I sighed. This was part of our routine. I would say yes even I forgot. I could always lock up during my midnight fridge raid.

“Oh good,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

My attention returned to Perfect Me. He had only folded his arms during the pointless discourse with my wife. Suddenly a thought occurred to me - what would Tammy think when she saw him? I was still processing this when she ambled into our bedroom, wrapped in her floral house coat. Tammy passed the well-groomed me without a glance, plopping onto the bed next to me. It creaked under her weight as she settled in, shuffling the sheets about. Perfect Me’s eyes followed her movements with palpable endearment. A light smile played upon his lips as he watched her grab a book from her bedside table and open it to where her bookmark had laid snug since the night before.

I struggled to recall the last time I looked at her with any form of love. Tammy was comforting and sweet in personality, but she was very mundane. I didn’t dislike my wife, but I found no beauty in her, inside or out. However, this undeniably gorgeous version of me, reacted as though Ava Gardner had just sauntered into the room garbed in an extravagant dressing gown. It was perplexing to say the least.

“You don’t mind if I read for an hour or so, do you?” Tammy asked, eyes already glued to her book.

“No, of course not,” I replied. I wanted an excuse to keep the lights on anyway. I couldn’t lose sight of Perfect Me. I wanted to speak with him. To ask how and why he looked so good compared to the ghoulish version of me that was hunkered down in a sagging bed next to his mediocre wife. Was he handed better opportunities than me? A better family than the hostile, demanding one I had been presented with? Was he accepted at a proper University instead of the community college I begrudgingly applied to? He certainly had a successful career, as was evidenced by his suit. In this life, I had only rented suits for special occasions. Fortunately, I was rarely invited to any occasion.

I needed to speak with him, but if I could I only see him, I would look like an idiot speaking to myself. Well, I would be talking to myself. As I struggled to form a plan to communicate with him, I felt the bed sink slightly near my feet. Perfect Me had planted a knee down onto the bed. Too stunned to move, I caught sight of Tammy in my peripheral vision. She was oblivious to Perfect Me’s sudden advancement, with her nose inches away from her book, mouthing the text as she read. Perfect Me then leaned forward, placing his left hand next to my knee. His right hand, which was free of a wedding ring, reached out. Without hesitation, I brought myself upward and gripped his outstretched hand. His flesh was so soft in comparison to the harshness of mine. He must have a job that has been very kind to them, or at very least he moisturizes on a daily basis. My heart swelled as I met his gaze. I no longer cared about the possibility of Tammy looking up to see me holding onto an invisible force. Perfect Me grinned, letting out an easy, melodious chuckle.

“Would you like to trade?” he whispered.

My mind went to a story I read in elementary school, the Prince and the Pauper.

“Absolutely,” I whispered back.

“So be it.” His grin widened into a sneer as he yanked me directly into him.

Bracing for a collision that never happened, I found myself on my back on the bedroom floor. Sitting up, I rubbed my forehead in an attempt to reorient myself. As I temporarily became distracted by how heavenly my skin felt, an unnatural itch crept throughout my body. I glanced down and saw the expensive suit Perfect Me had worn. It looked so comfortable on him, but on me, it felt like tiny bugs were burrowing their way into my skin. I tugged and pried erratically at the buttons of the jacket to no avail. It was like it was now a part of my skin. Or rather, it was my skin.

Above, muffled voices broke me briefly from my turmoil. I jerked around and realized I was in front of my bed. Moving to my knees now, I peered upwards. I saw my old self in bed with Tammy. Hideous Me, with the horrific scar and the unfit body. They were deep in conversation. She giggled at whatever nonsense he was spouting. Her book lay abandoned on her lap.

He pointed to her book and she nodded, giving a him a sugary sweet smile. As her eyes drifted away from him to the book, Hideous Me’s eyes shifted over to meet mine. He winked then returned his attention to my wife. I cried out to her, but could only release pitiful croaks as I fought against my suddenly weakened and dry vocal cords. I banged my fists on the bed as my warnings fell on deaf ears. I doubled over as blinding pain tore through my body. I silently whimpered, as I could no longer create sound. Despite it all, I shakily rose to my feet. Maybe after sometime I could convince whatever I traded places with to switch back. He will eventually regret inhabiting my old, misshapen body with my boring bookworm of a wife. Surely he will, I thought, as I watched him kiss her.

I stood at the foot of my bed.

#Short story #horror #Horror story #doppleganger

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butchcraftwrites · 2 years

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For the 50 prompts, 1 or 20 Fluff, or 2 or 11 angst, please? Love your writing!

Dearest anon,

I am so sorry it took me so long to respond to your prompt. Apparently, my perfectionist ass can't write a drabble to save its life. So instead, I offer you this 1.5K one shot. Thank you for your ask and kind message; I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Angst #2 "When will you come back?"

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

The shallow rhythm of breath was ghostly among the absence of sound.

Byleth dared not move, lest she cause some creak or groan from the wooden chair she rigidly sat in, and she dared not alert the sleeping figure of her presence. All that she chanced to move were her eyes, drifting from the slight rise and fall of cotton sheets back over to the haunted, unconscious face of a woman who she, admittedly, had begun to lose hope that she would ever find. She didn't know which sight of the woman's body pained her less, and whenever she shifted her gaze to search for some semblance of the calm and comfort the sleeping figure had once emanated, upon finding none she found instead that she was more and more uncertain.

She'd begged Seteth to allow her to see her; oh, she pleaded. She pleaded for days and days until finally, after nights of neither of them getting any sleep, she'd worn him down, the shadows under their eyes only pale imitations to the caverns trenched below the sleeping woman's. She wasn't to make a sound, he'd told her as much, but Byleth couldn't imagine allowing herself to, even without the threat of his command following after her into the room. Rhea looked so fragile, so weak. The bones of her shoulders protruding from her skin, her once luscious hair now thin and wiry. It seemed unnatural, so unjustifiably unnatural, and Byleth wasn't certain why.

Had she been awake during it? During whatever degradation the Empire had inflicted upon her. Starvation, surely; but after bearing witness to the mighty behemoth the Archbishop could become, Byleth doubted that starvation alone would be enough to quell the majesty of her prowess. Had it been dark magic then, or torture? Had it been both? Was Rhea praying upon her knees in the bowels of the pit, for five year's time for her rescue, and if so, did she ever wonder why it had taken Byleth so long to save her?

Was there some part of her that spited her?

Rise and fall; even with the unnerving wheeze of her breath, Byleth had to watch to be sure. The healers had stimulated her systems and cured as much as they could, but with a barely contained helplessness in their eyes, they'd confessed that the rest of the Archbishop's recovery was within her own hands. Even before the war, Byleth had never seen so many believers praying within the chapel walls. She knew she had to believe, had to have faith that this miraculous woman before her would pull through. And yet... and yet her eyes remained glued to the frail figure, so worried that each release of breath could be her last. And the long moments that stretched between each exhale and gasp braided her stomach into ropes.

At some point, she wasn't certain how long, as her gaze trailed from the slow movement of her chest upwards to yet again take in the macabre scene of her hollow visage, she found two dark green eyes gazing back at her. In a state of shock, Byleth almost called out her name, but found herself halted by a sudden panic that perhaps Rhea was still sleeping, perhaps after the untold horrors of her ordeal she'd found reason to sleep with her eyes agape.

“Professor...” she raspily breathed, and the voice she emitted was so small, so vulnerable. “Byleth...”

Byleth almost threw herself to her knees then, as though in prayer, herself, the thin carpet beside the bed doing little to cushion her from the hard wood of the floor. “I'm here,” she said, her hands tentatively resting against the mattress.

Even turning her head seemed to sap her of what little energy she had, and Rhea, on her back, strained to behold a better glimpse of the girl – no, the woman – who'd rescued her just a week before. As though what little she could possibly see verified her hopes, slowly a weakened smile found its way across her face and as gracefully as she could, she strained to push herself against the mattress so she could rest against the headboard.

Byleth's hands were upon her struggling frame not a second too soon, the healers' words echoing through her mind. “You shouldn't,” she protested, concern plain upon her voice.

But Rhea just peered up at her, adoration lingering in her eyes. “How long have you been here?” She strained to ask, surrendering to Byleth's tender touch, and allowing the worried woman to guide her to roll upon her side. “I had worried... maybe you wouldn't come,” she sheepishly admitted, when her head rested against the cool waiting pillow, assumedly positioned by Byleth when she guided her down.

Byleth pursed her lips and timidly left a hand upon the other woman's. They were so cold. “I didn't want to disturb you,” she lied, and even in her weakened state Rhea released a weakened tut.

“Seteth kept you away, did he?” She asked, her tone perhaps not void of minor amusement. Noticing the worry burning behind Byleth's eyes, she continued. “Worry for me not, dear Professor. I am not dead yet.” Encircling her fingers around the other woman's, she brought the smaller hand up to her face and sighed as she rested the her cheek against the palm of her hand.

Absentmindedly, Byleth found herself timidly caressing the small section Rhea's face with her thumb and then finding more courage, she dared to brush a few wayward strands of silken hair out of her eyes and behind her ear, the shape of which she had only come to learn was a feature of whatever it is she was. Again, Rhea sighed and Byleth took that as permission to continue lovingly and gently caressing her hair. It was strange... outside of sparring, Byleth did not remember a time where she had ever really touched the other woman before. And now, in the privacy of her own chambers, at a time when she was more vulnerable than perhaps she had ever been in the entirety of her life, Byleth found herself filled with an utterly consuming need to touch her, now more than ever, through the uncertainty and fear of whatever unknown agony she had endured. And Rhea, in the state she was in, seemed to crave it all the same, asking her for the touch, not only permitting.

And how was Byleth to know, besides, that in the five years of a starving woman's dreams, she sometimes felt just as real then as she did in the flesh. A dream as corporeal as any other, a respite, if only that, preferable to the rot and rime in the darkness of a centuries' forgotten dungeon. That whether she were of the waking world or slumber, the starved woman before her would bind herself, spirit and body, to the fingers trailing her scalp to never again exist in a world apart from them. Salvation, whether found or imagined, proved true if one only chose to believe. And Rhea, humming against her pillow, chose to believe.

'Are you sleeping?' Byleth wanted to ask, but found that the question would be self defeating, should the answer be so, and thus she continued to warm the chilled skin of her companion, and run her fingers against her scalp until her breathing once again began to slow. As carefully as she could, she made the painstaking decision to withdraw her hand and quietly rose from her knees to make her way for the door.

And yet, she halted in her tracks as a hoarse voice called from behind her. “When will I see you again?” She heard, and turned to see Rhea gazing upon her, half asleep and barely able to contain the fear and sorrow which took residence upon the delicacy of her features. Byleth knelt back down, then, and cupped Rhea's sunken cheeks as a few stray tears navigated within hollows of her face. “Ah, forgive me. For you to have to see me in such a state...”

But Byleth was already brushing the droplets from her, then, and giving into instinct, she pressed a gentle, lingering kiss in place of one of them, and then in place of another. Kissing her forehead, Byleth brushed away any further remaining tears that began to spring from the corners of her now closed eyes. “I will visit you every day,” she promised, “every day until you heal.”

Rhea sighed and savored the nostalgic scent of the woman who saved her, again and again, in the most unexpected of ways. A woman she first viewed as a puzzle to be solved and now accepted as an individual brimming with solutions of her own right. Bringing the hands upon her cheeks to her lips, Rhea kissed Byleth's knuckles and trembled with the mere effort of simply raising her own arms. “My dear Byleth... Thank you.”

Byleth brushed her cheek once more and then reached down to pull the cotton sheets up and over the woman's shoulder to keep her warm in the brisk embrace of the evening.

'Promise me you will get better,' Byleth wished, but the guilt of asking the frail woman now curled up at her hands for anything kept her from vocalizing her thoughts. And yet the need for such was strong, and as Rhea so tenderly smiled up at her with the residual trails of dried tears staining her face, Byleth found herself drawn down to the other woman, thumb caressing the bottom of the lips that had only just graced the fingers beside it.

With far less hesitation that she would have expected of herself, Byleth's lips found another method of beseeching their request, and Rhea inhaled sharply in delight as their lips pressed against one another, Byleth cupping her face tenderly and supporting the delicate woman through their affections.

When she pulled back, Rhea's face was flushed and brimming, and Byleth found herself smiling back at the exhausted woman she so dearly cherished, as well. Drinking in the sanctity of their shared silence, the two women felt their spirits blooming beneath each other's gaze. And when Rhea could support her body no longer, Byleth again kissed the corners of her eyes and helped her to gently settle down onto the bedding. She was weak; sleep was threatening yet again to overtake her, and Byleth caressed her hair and face, lulling her into slumber's hypnotic embrace. As her eyes fell shut, her demeanor held grace, a small smile painted delicately like watercolors upon her face.

Certain from her companion's rhythmic breathing that she had finally returned to the realm of sleep, Byleth kissed her forehead once more. “Have sweet dreams, Rhea,” she breathed. And for the first night in five year's time, she thought maybe, just maybe, she indeed might.

#my fic #doing a little self satisfying reblog #one because i think this drabble is quite nice and two because i fixed a typo #and three because i just uploaded it to ao3

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windflower-eve · 22 days

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Letter to an old friend — Marshall R.

Sometimes when I lay in my bed in complete darkness, guilt starts to creep on me. Like a black shadow that slowly wrapped me in, little by little. Starting from my toes making its way to my knees, then my thighs, then my waist, then my chest, my mouth, my eyes and finally, each strand of my hair.

Guilt for being alive while you were six feet under.

Had you been alive, you’d be 26 and working in fashion industries. Building your career and collecting knowledge from left to right; front and behind so that you could build your own clothing line. I’ll bet there’d be dark circles around your eyes from sleepless nights trying to design dresses that impress a lot of people, you’d be surrounded by models, fashion designers; fame of that world.

Whilst me, a 25 year-old with no accomplishment whatsoever. I’m stuck to my bed scrolling social media, only sleeping when it’s 5 in the morning and doesn’t wake up till it’s 3 in the evening. And then glued to my desk while trying to get a job on Indeed then cry because they all ghosted me. Lying to my parents about having a job and tell them stories about my non-existent colleagues. It’s seems that nothing works in my favor no matter what I do. I don’t know where to start when there’s nothing to even begin with.

The more I list out my failures, the more I feel like you the one who should’ve lived and I’m the one who should’ve died. You know what they said, “People that everyone knows would’ve achieve something big in this life are most likely the first ones to die.”

If only you see the way I live my life, you’ll feel the same way as I do. Envy would be understatement.

#grieving #sad thoughts #sad poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #tw depressing thoughts #late night rants #close friends #friendship #stories #letters

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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maybe? first time with vax x reader?

A lil spice 🌶 🥵? Some romance?? 😉

was thinking of making it hc’s but now it’s a Drabble 🥰🔥 18+, smut

EDIT: THERE’S A PART 2!!

It was one of those rare sleepless nights for Vax. Be it his nerves, his thoughts, the lingering traces of a nightmare. Or whatever feelings he felt bubbling up for you.

Nights like these, he was grateful for the keep’s broad halls and separate rooms, seeing as how he felt like a talk might soothe his restless mind for the night. And the one he wanted to talk to most was you this moment. The shadows worked in his favor tonight, trying not to wake the others. As he knocked at your chamber’s doors for a good while, he still heard no response. Figuring something was out of the ordinary, he turned the knob to enter.

“Sweet? Peach? You in here? Seeing the covers overturned on your bed, and the cool breeze from the opened window, Vax figured where you might have been. He chuckled at the sentiment, seeing as you had trouble sleeping too apparently.

It was a starry night that reminded you of back home. Ever since you were little, you admired nights like these because it let your imagination run wild of fantasy worlds that inhabited each star. You would climb up to the top of the family house roof and just admire the stars and give them their own names. Each with their own story and history that let your mind run until it lulled you to sleep. Ever since you had joined Vox Machina, you still kept this habit up especially after the tougher missions. Tonight was one of those nights.

Liberating Whitestone, facing one too many near-death experiences on your part, and realizing that you may or may not have feelings for one of your best friends. It was a lot to process, but for once this was something in your control that gave you a semblance of your old life. You were snapped out of your revelry as you heard the roof creak with another presence. Soon, you saw Vax’s hand reach up towards the roof as the rogue pulled himself up to where you sat. “Figured you’d be out here tonight. Couldn’t sleep either?”

You smiled softly as he scooted closer to you. “Am I really that easy to read? A lot’s been going on, and I still like to sit under the stars. Helps clear my mind.” Stars, a cool night, you letting your walls down around him. Was this a sign? Should he take that chance right now. Vax swallowed before he decided his next words. “It is a nice night, but even nicer with you here.” You laughed as you slightly bumped into his shoulder. “Careful Vax’ildan, that sweet talk of yours will get you into trouble.”

“And I know that you’ll be there to get me out of it, just as you always do my hero.” Your laugh rung through the clear night, not making matters any easier on for the poor half-elf’s heart. He inched closer to where your shoulders were practically glued to each other. You turned your head to face him, heart hammering in your own chest and eyes searching for any indication of what you always assumed.

“Vax...how long have you had feelings for me?” It was so sudden that you practically felt time freeze for you both. You could see the brown eyes widen in anticipation and the blush creep up on his face. He tried to turn away for a while, but you could hear him muttering something under his breath. “What was that?”

“I said...is it really that obvious? How could I have kept it away for so long?” He laughed nervously, trying to play it off before jumping farther into the abyss of his heart. “You know I’m in love with you, but it’s not a big deal...if you don’t feel the same, I understand if...”

You leaned closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “That’s what I wanted to hear. I’ve felt the same way too.” Vax smiled at you in such a sweet manner that it squeezed your heart. He returned your kisses, whispering his confessions to only your ears in between them. “I’ve always desired you...for quite some time now. And truth be told, you’re making it harder and harder to NOT act on those feelings right now.”

This was it. You knew yourself and what you wanted, and you wanted this now with him. “Then prove it then.”

By the time you reached your chambers, you both laid claim to each other. A mesh of touches, kisses, and embraces with clothes strewn across the floor. Your body and kisses accepted the love that poured from Vax as you felt him worship you. You opened yourself and your heart to him, and returned the love you felt. Lying across your bed, your hands joined over your heart as he worshipped every part of you.

Vax never knew how delicious his name sounded on your tongue, but he knew that he never wanted it to stop. He could just languish away for hours, making love to you and bringing each other to endless rounds of pleasure with your touch, hands and mouth. When you took him inside of you, it was a union of souls that longed for each other.

His hips rolling back and forth only increased your pleasure, taking you higher to that peak. Vax’s lips founds yours again, murmuring his heart’s deepest desires. “I’ve wanted you to let me be yours for the longest time now…gods…you’re gonna make me…I’m..”

You clenched around him as he throbbed in ecstasy. The rogue cling to you, hands intertwined and and spread above your head. You had never heard such desperate moans sound so beautiful as wave after wave racked through his body. For a good while, you both laid there spent form your passions. When Vax lifted his head from the crook of your neck, he gently kissed you before pressing his forehead against yours.

After tonight, there was never a sliver of doubt in your mind. Your feelings for him were true, and Vax would go to the ends of the continent with you without hesitation.

#critical role #critical role x y/n #critical role x you #critical role x reader #tlovm #fanfic smut #smut #tlovm x y/n #tlovm x you #tlovm x reader #vax’ildan vessar #vax’ildan x y/n #vax’ildan x you #vax’ildan x reader #Vax’ildan #tv: the legend of vox machina

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hey can you write Eren Yeager with prompt 76

There was a lot less NSFW than the prompt might hint, but what I do with those prompts is my businesses unless specific instructions are given though. I just wasn’t in the mood I guess…

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, worshipping, intimidation, insecurity

Prompt 76: "You think you're ugly? Who told you so? Tell me so I can give them an agonizing death for making you think that. And after I'm finished with them, I'm going to worship you in bed until you see how beautiful you really are."

"You know, I'm just sort of surprised that you caught the eye of someone like Eren Yeager. You're more of a grey mouse who doesn't stand out very much. You're a normal civilian after all and did you ever see with whom he spends his time with? Damn, they’re attractive. In comparison to them you and me are ugly.”

A quote from your best friend after having gulped down all of the booze in a bottle during a celebration. A quote made a little bit over two weeks ago yet still echoing in your mind whenever you stared at your own reflection. You honestly were used to them spitting out some controversial things and speaking what was on their mind. It was a double-edged sword to say the least, so far the teasing you had gone through had been mild. They hadn't meant it, you were sure they had been under the influence of alcohol which had resulted in their loose mouth and the words spilling past it.

However, those words had been glued into your thoughts ever since, repeating themselves over and over again until you had started to question how much truth was in them. Especially since they came from your closest friend who had known you since childhood, a status that made those words worth the pain of a dagger. You had thought back on it and had drawn the conclusion that your friend had hinted that you weren't really someone who stood out in the past before and that it had been the reason why you had never attracted someone much before. You were more of a background character who never stood in the spotlight, even for a short moment. People just brushed past you, forgot you and didn't pay you much mind except your family and your friend.

Eren was special, the so called savior of paradise, a Titan Shifter and had been the centre of attention for years now. You...you had just been kind of there, hadn't done much though. It hadn't been until news had broke out that Eren had an interest in you that people had been even aware of you and it wasn't until you two had been in a relationship that they recognized you.

You had done a thing that was incredibly toxic for your self-esteem yet had done it nonetheless. You had started comparing yourself to people who were close to Eren and people in general around you and had come to the shattering realization that you were a mere shadow in comparison to them.

Mikasa was pretty yet handsome, ridiculously strong and fast and Eren's childhood friend. Armin was smart and a Titan Shifter and a childhood friend of Eren as well. Historia was the Queen of Paradise, beautiful and if you were to believe certain rumors, her blood was special. Your friend (...) was hot-blooded and had a thick skull, was able to say anything that was on their mind without feeling embarrassed and was extremely confident, a fire burning in their eyes.

Then there was little, average you.

The traits that made you stand out could be counted on one hand and were insignificant if compared to those the people listed above possessed and you couldn't identify that anything about you made you very attractive. You knew that you had people that cared about you, loved you even.

But why exactly you? What was so special about you?

You had longed to ask your friend and talk with them about those hurtful words, but something had held you back. You knew yourself that you were overthinking this all, that you were just too sensitive for your own good and afraid you would get (...) in trouble or worse, just not taken seriously and instead being told that you shouldn't take those words too much to heart. You feared to offend one of your closest friends on top of that.

Because no matter how you looked at it, you were just mundane in your eyes and that thought was humbling and humiliating at the same time.

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"Are you sure that you don't want to come? We've all been looking forward to seeing you since we haven't spent much time with you these past few weeks. Eren has been looking especially forward to it.”

You had your doubts that your half-hearted smile was very convincing but it was the best you could come up with to convince Mikasa right now.

"Hmh. I just haven't felt really well the entire day, you know? I guess I'll just try to get some sleep so I am fit soon again."

She didn't fully believe you, you just felt it in your bones from the way she was looking at you, mustering you with worried sceptism written over her face before she just let out a small sigh.

"Fine, I'll inform the others that you won't come then. Is there something I can bring you if you're feeling sick? Tea or some special medicine?"

You waved your hand dismissingly, the awkward smile still stitched on your face.

"You don't have to bother with me. I don't need anything, just a little rest. I appreciate the offer though and wish you all a lot of fun.”

A moment of silence passed by where Mikasa was just staring at you for a little while, her brain processing something that had her eyes flickering with something before she hid it.

"Alright, don't hesitate to inform us if you need something. Get well soon." she said before standing up from the couch, making her way to the door to leave.

You just nodded in reply, feeling the guilt already fuming inside of you from Mikasa's disappointed reaction alone. You didn't even want to imagine how Eren would react. At least you had time since you knew that he wouldn't be back until later in the evening.

"(y/n)" Mikasa spoke suddenly up, hand already on the doorknob.

"Yes?"

"...Eren really loves you and to us you're precious as well. Just know that, please."

With those words and one last glance over her shoulder, the girl left, leaving you with your thoughts and feelings alone. You stared blankly at the doorframe where Mikasa had just left, letting her words sink slowly in as you reflected back on your behavior in those last two weeks. You had distanced yourself a bit from everyone and prefered staying more at home ever since you had become hyperaware of the fact that people glanced at you and knew that you were the one who was in a romance with Eren Yeager.

They were judging you, you were sure of it because if you were in their shoes, you'd do the same. You had nothing accomplished, hadn't been outside to kill Titans nor had you gone through any of the things those guys had gone through. You hated the feeling of searing gazes directed at the back of your head and the ugly thoughts and fear that filled your mind and heart, how your hands got clammy the longer you walked through streets.

It had affected the way you acted in front of Eren and his friends who suddenly seemed untouchable, on a completely different level. You had become more hesitant, timid even to interact openly with them as your insecurities were holding you back. Mikasa had indirectly just told you that she, Armin and especially Eren would listen if you had something that you wanted to talk about.

You knew that you would most likely not do it though. You didn't want to be a burden with your sensitive feelings and waste their time. They were important for the future of this island and the people and your fragile heart wasn't that important in comparison. It was surely only a phrase and you'd eventually get over it.

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The day at home passed by in a flash and yet felt like it dragged on forever as you just lamented quietly over your own foolishness and anxiety and labeled yourself as a terrible friend and partner. You tried your best to comfort yourself by saying that at least you wouldn't be a fun killer nor had to deal with Floch whose interest had spiked ever since he had found out about Eren's crush on you. His opinion about you was critical and even if he never voiced it out, you knew that he, like many others, wasn't so sure if you were a good match for Eren.

Spending time in your home and doing nothing since you didn't feel motivated to do anything had to be better, right? What you did those few hours was easy to list since besides laying in bed and attempting to read a book in which you had quickly lost interest, you hadn't done much else.

There was no appetite to eat anything and since you had lied about feeling sick, you couldn't even go outside and risk going outside and be seen by someone who would inform your friends.

Not like they weren't aware already.

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The sun had already long kissed the sky goodbye as darkness had wrapped everything up in it's blanket. The lights inside your house were still burning as you had decided to transfer your location from the bedroom to the kitchen, head on the wooden surface of the table. You couldn't stop wondering what the others were doing now, without you. You decided to not get lost too deep into those thoughts as you felt the guilt sinking it's nails into you. You were sure they would be fine, they had been through more together than you had been with them.

Your eyes pinpointed slowly back and down the room since you had no idea what to do with yourself right now. There was nothing that you needed to do in the first place so you were left alone with your train of thoughts. A voice in your head reminded you that you had declined the offer to go with Eren and the others, the question was whether ditching people who care about you and being alone at home was better than having gasoline poured into your insecurities by seeing people’s reaction and feeling like an outsider whilst listening to their stories. Both sounded terrible in your opinion which brought more misery into this already stupid situation.

A firm knock on the door nearly caught you off guard as you had spent the whole day in silence. You lifted your head from the table, noticing the sore muscles in your cheek from having rested too long on the surface and you were sure it had left a red imprint.

Your gaze was stuck to the door as your brain slowly started wondering why anyone would come to check on you now? It was already quite late and you had just sort of hoped to avoid any sort of confrontation for this day.

Hope alone often ended in futile situations, you kind of guessed that and when the firm knock turned into a loud banging, you made up your mind to open the door and try to think of a valuable excuse as fast as possible.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you called passively as you walked towards the entrance of your house. You were mentally preparing yourself for a moment before you turned the knob and opened the door.

Greeted from your sight was Eren, his fist still in the air as he had seemingly been about to knock one more time. He seemed tense as you took notice that both of his hands were balled into fists with his fingernails digging into his skin and his jaw tightly clenched. His face was twisted into a furrowed one and most prominently was the look held into his eyes.

You were mildly shocked to see him here, decided that it wasn’t that surprising though given his more overbearing nature and judging from the fact that he had grown impatient with your increasing absence.

A moment of silence flew by before he slowly retreated his hand, still staring at you with those green and grey eyes of his. You just sort of waited for his next course of action, waiting for a chance to avoid a confrontation.

“Can I come in?” he finally managed to press out and you could imagine that he was trying to hold himself together right now as his voice was perfectly showcasing his emotions.

You blinked, slowly feeling how nervousness got the better of you as your mind already started playing the unpleasant scenario where he would push you to tell you the truth. On the other hand you were very well aware of the fact that slamming the door closed right in front of his face or telling him to leave would only increase his suspicion. He looked worked up already, he didn’t take your recent separation from him too well.

So you slowly stepped away, silently bidding him to come inside which he did swiftly. His eyes were scanning the place as if he was looking for something. What it was, you didn’t know and you had this conclusion that he might not know it himself.

“Do you…want something to drink or eat? I don’t have much at the moment but I’ll see what I can do.” you muttered silently out, one hand clenched tightly around your other arm as tension started to build up in the room.

“I don’t want anything to eat or drink. That’s not the reason I came all the way to you.” he stated firmly, still trying to get a read on you and still searching the room with his eyes as if believing he would magically discover the problem by doing so.

“Well, why are you here then?” you replied whilst trying to maintain eye contact to make yourself appear more believable yet the way your one hand was clutching your arm and the way you had made yourself smaller had the opposite effect.

“You know why I am here, don’t you?”

His eyes narrowed even more and a short glimmer of irritation appeared next to the confusion in his eyes as he stepped closer to you. It made his gaze you had felt upon yourself already so intensely as if he had tried to read your soul all the more worse, you basically felt like he could lit you on fire in that moment.

“Why are you avoiding me and the others?”

Someone had finally asked you after two weeks, you were surprised that you had gone through your life that long without anyone asking. Mikasa and Armin had subtly asked that question as well, had stopped though whenever you had avoided a straight answer and had changed the topic.

“I…wasn’t feeling the best.” you just said, still choosing to turn your back and avoid to tell the truth.

“You’re not telling me the truth. Again. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”

Eren sounded slightly exasperated, confused, maybe there was even a hint of anger in his voice, though if there was he hid it well.

“It’s really nothing, Eren. Just a light nausea, that’s all. Those past few weeks have just been a little bit different for me but it’s nothing I can’t handle on my own.” you insisted, your own voice turning an octave more desperate.

“There, you do it again! You’re trying to dismiss this problem again. For the last two weeks, you’ve constantly tried to avoid me with random excuses of work or you not feeling well and whenever I or Mikasa or Armin have tried to talk to you, you’ve changed the subject. You’re not even really leaving your house anymore!”

His frustration grew as much as his tone did and even if he wasn’t screaming, his voice was above the normal volume.

You felt your own jaw clench and your heart hurt when you saw how the look in his eyes went from confused frustration to silent begging.

“Why aren’t you telling me? Is-is it because I did something wrong? Is someone threatening you, are you scared? Or is it because you don’t love me anymore?”

“That’s not it!” you snapped shortly, your head starting to pound with your own frustration and growing desperation to just stop this conversation.

“Then what is it? What else am I supposed to believe when you’re even now attempting to avoid me? (y/n), please tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you. You know that I love you and would do anything to protect you but you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

You stared at him, a conflicted look on your face as your lips were pressed together. Debating whether or not to tell him such a silly thing, such stupid insecurities you had.

“Please.” he begged once more, both of his hands holding yours in a firm grip.

He was turning pushy and you knew that he wouldn’t leave before he got an answer out of you and even if you would remain stubborn, he wouldn’t leave you alone anymore.

When you took a longer breath, hinting that you were about to start talking, Eren leaned closer with suppressed eagerness.

“I…I just feel like it’s something way too stupid for you or anyone to worry about.” you admitted honestly, your eyes by now avoiding his own.

“It bothers you so it automatically bothers and worries me as much. I promise I’ll take it seriously.”

His voice was basically just coaxing you to finally pour your heart out to him and after taking one final sigh, you finally spoke what had been pulling on your heart for a longer while now.

“I-I guess I just feel sort of useless and like I don’t really belong with you or your friends.”

You shortly let your eyes jump to Eren to see his reaction. His expression had morphed into one of disbelief, from all the things he might have expected, this hadn’t been it.

His expression quickly changed though and he looked expectantly at you, silently encouraging you to continue and explain further.

And so you did, talking a weight off your soul by admitting how insecure you had gotten recently about pretty much everything. The doubts, the fear of the judging look of others and the constant comparisons your mind made and how you felt like you weren’t really special enough to be friends with them and even have him as a boyfriend, be it because if your looks or because of your basic personality and talent.

By the end of it you were just rambling, your feelings that you had kept locked away for a while streaming out of you and you only stopped after you were positive that you had talked about absolutely everything.

Eren had just listened silently but you could tell that he still was in disbelief, still confused.

“I don’t expect you to understand. I know that I’m just being an idiot.” you mumbled, already feeling how his gaze made you feel smaller again and the short-lived feeling of relief turned into uncomfortableness again, pricking your neck.

“You’re right, I don’t really understand.” he answered truthfully, triggering a dejected laugh from you.

“I expected as much…” you trailed off, yanking your hands softly away from his grip, not knowing what to do next and biting your bottom lip to push the tears back.

“I guess, I’ll just go to bed now. Sorry for being so silly.”

Your first impulse was to just flee from him and hide in your bed where you would silently screech at yourself, instead you were stopped when two well-toned arms were slung over you and you were pulled against Eren’s body.

“I don’t understand why you would think that way because to me you’re lovely and beautiful in every sense imaginable.”

His response tickled the shell of your ear and had your heart flatter in your chest as you felt him sprawling kisses against your cheek. Yet you still had shards of doubt stuck in your mind and it was like Eren read your thoughts.

“Your laugh is one is the most beautiful things in the world to me, when you smile I feel like even the worst day will be alright, I adore the way your eyes sparkle when you’re excited and those are only a few things of the infinite reasons why I love you. I even love you for all of your flaws and imperfections since they are just so like you.”

The warmth reflected in his voice transferred to your heart and your face as you felt your cheeks heat up which caused your head to turn away in an attempt to try to hide your flustered state.

“Do you want me to continue counting down every small thing I love about you from looks to your own quirky charms or do you want me to stop?”

“You can stop there, you’re turning way too cheesy now.” you huffed out, still prone to not meet his eyes yet. You felt relieved to have finally told him your problems and you were happy that he took it so well, if self-doubts could disappear that easily though the world would be a merrier place.

“You still don’t fully believe me though. You never cared about such topics before. What changed?”

“Someone told me that I’m just a grey mouse, ugly and a average citizen and that there are really attractive people in your regiment. Honestly though, that person is sort of right.”

It didn’t hit you instantly what you had said despite the salty tone you had used, too comfortable in his arms to regulate what came out of your mouth. Eren on the other hand was processing instantly what you had just said.

“So it’s their fault.” he stated in a sharp and frosty voice that had no trace from the previous comfort and warmth, a change that instantly threw you back into reality as he removed himself from you and had you realize what you had just said.

“Alright, I know it might sound terrible but I swear, that person didn’t mean it. They were half drunk at that time.” you instantly tried to erase your mistake, careful to not imply who it was for safety measures.

“But it was the reason why you started thinking so in the first place?”

Less a question that it was an observation, one you couldn’t deny for it was true. So the silence he was greeted with was all the answer he needed to hear to feel his blood boiling.

“You think you’re ugly? Who told you so? Tell me so I can give them an agonizing death for making you think that. And after I’m finished with them, I’m going to worship you in bed until you see how beautiful you really are.”

The damage to you had been done and he did not care whether that person had been sober or not and from what he had heard so far, they had most likely not apologized either.

Now you could hear the gears turning in his head as he rummaged through his memories to find the person you could have meant.

“Eren, it really was just an accident of their loose tongue whilst in an intoxicated state. They didn’t mean that. They’d never say something like this to me otherwise.”

Rash and etching closer to panicking, you gazed worriedly at Eren who appeared to be silently fuming, his bright eyes had turned a few shades darker and he was contemplating something. He was scaring you a bit now and your fear for (…) continued to chew on your nerves. Mixed in with this was another feeling though, one that had followed you throughout the whole day and weeks but made itself fully known now that it was late and you had finally been able to enlighten someone about your train of thoughts.

Exhaustion.

“Just don’t do anything, Eren. And please just don’t argue with me on this one…Just forget it.” you begged meekly, clutching the fabric of his shirt in your hands and averting your eyes to the ground.

The anger in his heart couldn’t just be rewritten like this but he seemed to notice that you wanted to call it a day. One glance outside reminded him that it was already night and another glance at you reminded him that he hadn’t come here to have you stress out even more.

So he swallowed his fury for your sake, at least for now.

“Fine, but I’m going to stay with you tonight.”

Originally you planned on protesting, but his stern tone changed your mind quickly. He was stubborn, you had little energy left and having him a little longer over to comfort and hold you had your heart swell.

—-

You were on a fast route to fall asleep, the previous tension in your body soothed out, your breath deep and calm and your eyes barely open anymore.

It brought peace to his mind and heart to hold you like this again, your head resting against his chest and your legs entangled with his. He had felt like he had gone insane the moment it became apparent that you had ignored and avoided him.

The issue of your little friend not being able to shut their mouth, he assumed at least strongly that they were behind the whole mess, was still something he had to take care of. He had enough time though and the first thing he would do was making sure that you’d spend more time with him or Mikasa and Armin rather than with them since he knew he’d never hurt you and he trusted his friends to do the same. He could do something about Floch and all the others as well to stop every source of discomfort and insecurity for you.

“I won’t let someone else let you think like this or hurt you again.” he whispered promisingly to your sleeping form.

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prelovednikaidou · 3 years

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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naoyas90dayfiance · 3 years

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+18 | The night before | Naoya Zen'in x Reader

NSFW, so graphic

Naoya Zen'in x GN! Reader

Word count: 2.5k of porn

Warning: female-bodied reader, and Naoya uses you like a fleshlight but lovingly.

Summary: Naoya can't keep his hands to himself the night before your wedding so he ends up taking you in three different ways.

Author's note: I tried to write pornography but I ended up making this funny.

Author's note II: Naoya knocks you over with his cock, for real. Read it

Naoya's beautiful face was resting in his palm; his gaze went through the window as the piano in front of him remained quiet. His eyes fixed on the entrance of your room, which he could see perfectly from his spot.

His breathing was calm as his whole body focused on following your shadow reflected on the thin sliding doors. He saw how you removed your kimono softly, letting him see the curves of your figure.

His mind wandered to how your naked body looked like, and how it felt under his touch. Naoya unconsciously twitched his fingers on his face.

The corners of his lips were upturned; he was cheerful that he had finally found the person he wanted to wed, someone who supports him while he is leading one of the most important clans. It was a relief for Naoya to have someone he could trust and that he could count. At least, that is what he expected from the relationship.

Naoya’s thoughts died down, and his eyes slightly widened as he saw you caressing every curve of your body in a circular motion. His pupils followed your hands as you went from your neck to your sides, and then you bent over to massage your legs. He guessed you were putting on lotion, but that wasn't the most important thing for the young heir. What mattered to him was how much he missed you having you under him, squirming and pleading him to fuck you harder.

Since you two became engaged, the daily work of getting ready for the wedding didn’t allow you to be near each other. Besides, you weren't allowed to be with each other yet, even if you were together when you first met. The heir of the Zen’in clan was grateful that finally, your wedding day was going to arrive tomorrow.

Naoya's breathing became deep and hot when saw how you stood and placed your hands on your buttocks, circling the chubbiness of your sides. He wanted to replace your hands with his and make you moan once again under his touch.

"Tomorrow night," he thought.

However, Naoya’s strolling to your room said differently. His eyes kept looking at your figure as he walked through the open hallway and made his way to your room.

In a matter of seconds, Naoya was in front of your sliding door. His nose picked on the vanilla smell that came from what he supposed was your lotion. He placed two fingers on the side of the entrance, and with almost no force, he slid it lightly and sneaked himself in.

Naoya saw how his reflection on the mirror made you jump in fear. You were putting on white silk kimono for sleeping. His fingers slid the door again and closed it behind him.

"Naoya, what are you doing here?" You said while turning your body away from his lustful gaze, and adjusting your robe so he wouldn't see your naked body. There were rules to follow.

"You're my spouse." He took small steps towards your figure.

"I’m not your spouse, Naoya."

He got near you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You shivered at his touch and turned around to face him. You saw his dilated pupils. You smiled at him and embraced him in your arms. Naoya was delighted at the feeling of your body, so he possessively placed his hands on your back, his fingers imprinting your curves on his memory.

"Are you leaving me tomorrow?" Naoya looked at you, the upturned corners of his lips showed a dangerous smile.

"How can you say that?" You playfully patted him on his chest. Naoya got goose bumps at the first contact you made with him after you got engaged. His smile grew wider and the distance between your faces was getting alarmingly smaller.

"Then you are my spouse." Naoya used his right hand to lift your chin, and he held you there so he could examine your face. His golden eyes appreciated every single mark, bump, and line on it. He couldn’t feel luckier at that moment.

Naoya pushed you further into his embrace and locked his silky lips with yours. His right hand now was on the back of your head, keeping you in place as he sucked and bit your bottom lip. You placed your hands on his nape and opened your mouth to give him access inside you.

After a final bite on your bottom lip, Naoya pushed his wet and hot tongue inside your mouth; when Naoya found yours and started to fondle it, his cock twitched and your insides clenched. Both of you were holding each other in a loving and erotic display of affection, on which Naoya took the lead to slowly caress your tongue, with the same motion that he had used to tease your clit. Naoya let out a groan when you locked your hands on his hair and pulled him closer to you.

Naoya's left hand placed itself in your kimono’s front knot, and skillfully undid it. He sneaked his hand inside the fabric so his fingers could touch the warmth of your belly. Then, they snaked to your waist and finally to your lower back. His grip got rough on your skin; it was an electric experience for him.

His right hand seductively went from your shoulder to your collarbones; your skin felt like fire to him, one that he needed to get more of. So, he moved his skinny pianist fingers to your chest, until he got to your right breast and cupped it with his hand.

A moan came out of your lips, and Naoya squeezed hard your tit, making your legs tremble under you. He kept you in place with his left grip on your back. He pulled you to him even closer, so your body was giving his stiff cock the friction that he desperately needed.

Naoya’s hard dick was poking your right hip. The feeling of his mushroom head against your naked skin was delicious to the young man. But he never expected that you pressed yourself further into him until you could feel on your skin the ridge between his hardened shaft and his aroused head.

Your hands quickly traveled to his obi and undid the knot to give you further access to his hakama that you quickly untied. Naoya’s cock hit your belly, leaving his pearl pre-cum on the skin; he pulled away as he felt it was enough for him to paint you white.

"Lay down," Naoya commanded.

You lied on the bed in a heartbeat, and the minute your head touched the mattress, you opened your legs to give your husband-to-be a good view of your glistening and swollen pussy. Naoya’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him.

Naoya carelessly removed the rest of his clothing, and let you see his toned body. His left hand went straight up to his dick and made a fist on it as he kept his eyes glued to your clenching pussy. He pumped himself slowly while watching your undressed figure waiting for him.

Your right hand went to your right breast, your delicate fingers played with your nipple; when you finished teasing yourself, you moved them in a seductive curve to your waist, then your hips, and finally to your clit. Naoya took his hand out of his raging cock and slapped your fingers when they got to your pussy. An animalistic and angry look was on his face, he was enraged that you dare to touch something that belonged to him.

Naoya placed his knee on the mattress, making it sink as he moved his weight on top of you. The Zen’in took his cock with his right hand and align it with your moisten cunt.

Soon enough, you felt how his tip started to open your hot entrance, and as he pushed himself in your walls widened even more.

First, it took his large head, and then his shaft with a chubby curve in the middle of it. Your face contorted in pleasure and a depredator-like smile surfaced on Naoya. Your pussy surrounding his cock was a feeling he missed too much, and he was going to experience it as much as he could.

Naoya slowly pushed his erect cock in you until he filled you wholly; it was the perfect size for your cock-hungry pussy. His eyes remained on your agape mouth, and he waited until you closed it and so he kissed your beautiful lips.

Naoya pulled his cock out until the thick middle of his dick was stretching your entrance; then, with a loving and patient motion, he pushed himself back. Moans were coming out of your throat but they didn't get to your mouth, as Naoya was busy giving you soft pecks on your lips.

Naoya took his cock out once and pushed it back again, mixing your moisture and his white pre-cum using with pumps on your pussy. His eyes were closed and he focused on how your wet hole was entertaining his stiff dick.

Naoya opened his eyes and broke the kiss; but his eyes fixed on your expressions as he kept the soft motion on his hips, that made little to no sound in the room.

You opened your eyes, curious about your fiancé's doings. Naoya noticed your moans had stopped, and you saw a glimpse of mischief on his gaze.

Naoya reached out for one of the pillows beside you, and with his cock still inside, he signaled you to lift your pelvis. He placed the plush beneath you.

The heir started to shift around until his knees supported his weight, and his position was upright with his hands on your hips.

Naoya began once again his exploratory thrusts inside you. He got addicted to the feeling of your pussy clamping over and over again on his cock, asking for more.

Naoya felt the need to gain up speed, and he did. His thrusts inside you became primal, creating a loud slapping noises of his hips against your inner thighs, getting to the point where the people near your chamber knew what was going out in the bedroom. That is if they hadn't heard your obscene moans coming out of your pretty mouth. Naoya showed them he was the one making and breaking the traditions as he pleased, especially when it came to his spouse.

Naoya's breath was pushed outside of his lungs with each of the strong and fast thrusts he made inside you. He pushed his cock with such force that your tits could hit your chin and the sheets were coming off the edges of the bed. Naoya was focused on making your body tremble with his cock. He couldn’t get enough of the bouncing and the sounds you made when he fucked like that.

His cock and motion were punishing your pussy, the bed squeaked loudly in the room.

You held tight to the bed, trying to not fly off of your fiancé's abusive pacing. Your cunt felt so full of his fat cock that you clamped harder on his dick, making him let out a loud moan that took him off guard.

Naoya felt how tight your pussy got and pulled out immediately, as he sensed he was about to shoot his entire load inside you.

The slapping of the skin stopped, and you glanced at Naoya with squinted eyes. His body was covered in sweat, and his breathing was agitated.

The young heir's cock was lying against his abdomen, and it was shining with the moisture of your pussy juices. His hands were still on your hips but moved to your backside, and pushed you upwards until he could retrieve the soaked pillow he had placed earlier underneath you. He threw it away to an unknown place in the room.

"All-fours," Naoya commanded once again. His speech was low but at the same time domineering.

You tried to gather all of your force to stand up; and even though you struggled on closing your legs, because of your abused inner thighs, you managed to present to Naoya your bum and a clear picture of your dripping cunt.

As you were positioning yourself, you immediately felt his rough grip on both sides of your legs. His cock was already inside you before you could even get comfortable in the pose. And with a sudden push of his hips, you were knocked face-first into the mattress. Your backside was the only part of your body remaining up in the air as Naoya held it in place with a bruising force.

Naoya angled your cunt so his cock would dominate all of you. He placed his knees wider on the bed so he could have a better balance. He took you in his hands and began to pump his cock faster and harder into your pussy.

The slapping sounds were worrisome to others, and your screams of pleasure made the servants avoid all the vicinity of your room.

Naoya kept his punishing pace, the ridge of his cock pulled out your mixed juices; they coldly slid out of you and onto your thigh and knees, making a puddle of your arousal in the bed.

Naoya hunched over you and locked his arm on your waist started to abusively thrust his erection inside you. Your walls clamped harder around him, making him curl his toes in pleasure. However, he had a point to make in your battle for power, so even if your cunt was impossibly tight, he kept pushing himself into your pussy so it would swallow him whole.

"Naoya", you lewdly moaned his name.

Naoya buried his face on the back of your neck as he kept hitting his balls against your vulva; your belly contracted, and Naoya felt how you repeatedly clenched on his dick. Your moans of euphoria combined with his name were enough for him to shot his load in many ropes inside you.

His thrusting kept going, and the juices running down your thigh turned white and sticky. Some drops of his cum with your juices made it to the mattress, but others remained on your soft skin. You could feel how he was emptying his cum inside you, painting your insides and outsides with his white and hot seed.

It wasn't long until your consciousness started to fade out, and Naoya felt how your body was starting to collapse on the bed, but the joy of your swollen cunt welcoming him was enough for him to keep going until his cock gave up on him and softened.

Finally, Naoya pulled out of you and opened your butt cheeks so he could see your cunt pushing his cum out. A proud smirk took over on his features. His hands then cupped your bum and moved from your lower back to your neck and finally to your hair, which he moved aside, so he could see your sleeping face. His proud smirk turned into a soft and loving smile.

Naoya placed himself right next to you and gave you a peck on your forehead. Then, he took you in his arms and guided you to his chest, so you could sleep well while listening to his heartbeat.

#NaoyaKnockMeOverWithYourCock2021

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yourtamaki · 4 years

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tu me manques

kiba x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: established relationship, breeding kink, bunny as a nickname, mutual masturbation, fingering, creampie, scratching, marking, premature ejaculation, lactation kink mentioned but not featured

dedicated to: @onyxoverride

he was on you the moment he walked through the door.

kiba had been away for weeks on a tracking mission. the target was better connected to the underground crime rings then they’d anticipated, disappearing in one country just to pop up in another. you’d resigned yourself to a long wait when a hastily written note from your husband came a few days after his departure explaining the situation.

this was far from the first time you’d spent time apart but that didn’t make it any easier. your home was too quiet without him and akamaru and nothing you did could fill the silence. the nights were the worst, when you had only your too small fingers for company. nothing could ease the ache between your legs. kiba had ruined you long ago, ensuring that the only way you could find release was with his help. it made missions like these all the more torturous for you.

you were getting ready for bed after another lonely day when you heard the front door slam open as though it had been kicked in. your body moved before your brain could catch up, grabbing a kunai from under your bed and clutching it in a shaky hand the way kiba had taught you. you were no shinobi by any means but he had refused to take any missions outside of the village until you could hold your own with a dagger. he had even entertained the idea of leaving akamaru behind just to protect you in his absence. you had shot down the idea but it brought tears to your eyes knowing kiba loved you so deeply, so much so that he’d go without his partner for you.

as heavy footsteps drew near you steeled your nerves, all the lessons you’d learned flooding back in your mind. the bedroom door opened and you had only a moment to recognize who it was that just walked through before he was on you, kissing you with a ferocity that screamed kiba. you dropped the kunai in favour of bunching his jonin vest in your fists. he was home, he came back to you and you couldn’t stop from smiling into the kiss. you broke apart from each other only when your lungs started to ache, your hands trailing down his body in search of injuries.

“i just got here and you're already feeling me up, sweetheart?”

“says you, you practically jumped me just now.” he took your wandering hand and placed it over his crotch, letting you feel his growing bulge.

“i fucking missed you, baby. one look at you and you got me like this.” your face warmed as he used your hand to palm himself over his pants. his forwardness still managed to make you shy all these years later. “i can see you squeezing those thighs together, you miss me too? gonna let me take care of us both?”

“y-yes please i missed you so much.” there was more you wanted to say, to ask about his mission, his well-being but it was lost as you both began to pull your clothes off between rough kisses, stumbling naked backwards into bed.

“yeah? did you miss me or this?” he growled as he bit into your neck, leaving a stinging path in his wake and grinding his length against your already glistening folds.

“both, kiba ‘m so empty it hurts.” you whined when he pulled away, sitting back on his heels and gripping the base of his cock.

“show me how my baby took care of herself while i was gone. can you do that for me, bunny?” the nickname never failed to make you clench around nothing but it was the sheer desperation in his voice that urged you to do as he asked despite the shyness that crept in the corner of your mind. a hand drifted between your legs and began rubbing small circles on your clit. there was a bit of relief but you couldn’t help but let out an irritated groan, eyes closed shut in concentration. it felt nothing like when kiba touched you, when he played with your pussy and had you seeing stars from his fingers alone. it was made all the more worse knowing he was so close and still not touching you. you couldn’t mimic him no matter how hard you tried and tears of frustration pricked the corner of your eyes.

“kiba help me ‘s not enough.” you glanced at him through wet eyelashes and felt your whole body flush at the sight of him stroking his drooling cock, eyes glued to your wet cunt.

“don’t even know how to touch yourself right, do you? that’s okay baby that’s why this is my cunt, huh? only i know how to treat it right.”

with that he batted your hand away, replacing it with his own and your hips lifted off the bed as he slid one long digit inside you that reached deeper than yours ever could, slick from your arousal and his. he kept two nails blunt just to always get a chance to pump and curl them inside you. a swell of adoration rose in you knowing he’d been thoughtful enough to shorten them before coming home despite being tired from his mission. “you’re so tight, bunny. how’re you gonna take me when i can barely fit a finger in?”

he ignored your babbling about how you didn’t care, you wanted him now and pushed a second finger inside you, slowly scissoring you open. no one in the village would put kiba and patient in the same sentence yet when it came to prepping you he always took his time. his care for you never dulled no matter how much he wanted to fuck himself dumb with your cunt. he’d neglect his own want that hung heavy between his legs until he was sure you wouldn’t feel an ounce of discomfort and you loved him all the more for it. you swallowed down your impatience and did your best to relax for him, keeping your legs spread as wide as you could.

“good girl.” he pulled his fingers from you and spat on your pussy before you could whimper at the loss of contact, laughing at how you jolted at the sensation. he lined himself up with your entrance, running his blunt tip along your folds and smearing the spit over your clit. “deep breath, baby.”

that was all the warning you got before he buried his thick cock inside you in one stroke, your mouth falling open as an orgasm tore through you when he bottomed out. all the prep had left you more sensitive then you realized and kiba rocked his hips against yours, grinding against your clit to help you ride out your high. kiba watched you with a wild light dancing behind his eyes and he threw your legs over his shoulder as he waited for you to adjust to him, turning his head slightly to nip at your calf.

“so fucking pretty. you missed me that bad that you cum as soon as i’m inside you?”

“please move, baby. please.” you whispered as the ringing faded from your ears and kiba was pounding away at you a moment later, heavy balls slapping against your ass almost as loud as the squelch that came from where you were connected. but with kiba’s hot pants in the shell of your ear, you could hear him clear as day over it all.

“fuck you take me so well don’t you? this sloppy cunt sucking me in. this is all i fucking thought about the whole damn mission, princess. fucking your pretty little pussy the way you deserve. gonna let me do that? gonna let me make up for all that lost time? wanna hear you say it, bunny.”

“please!” you could feel your thoughts slipping from your head with every harsh thrust, so full it was impossible for him not to hit every sensitive spot, but you fought to do as he said. “need you so bad kiba, i hate when you’re gone.”

his hips slowed to a stop as he captured your lips in a messy, desperate kiss that had him licking the roof of your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away. “when we finally caught the bastard, i wanted to gut him for keeping me away from you for so long. nearly did until shika got his shadows on me. i hated thinking of you alone in this damn house.”

his words rang in your head for a moment, thoughts swirling so fast you almost didn’t realize what conclusion you came to until you’re blurting out, “i don’t… have to be alone.”

“you know i’d stay in the village if i could, love but-”

“no, i know i meant…” you trailed off, searching for the right words for the sudden intense desire that overtook you. “you could leave someone here with me.”

kiba cocked his head in confusion. “i thought you said it’s a bad idea leaving akamaru here.”

“not akamaru.” you said with a whisper. “a baby.”

his cock twitched so hard inside you your hips bucked up instinctively to meet his before he pinned you down, settling more of his weight on you. “wa-wait fuck i almost came don’t do that.”

this isn’t how you thought you’d be having this conversation, with kiba balls deep inside you but it didn’t take away from how badly you wanted this. it felt right, expanding your family to include a little one. someone to ease the deathly silence when your husband was gone. someone to pour all the love and care and attention you housed that would wither away otherwise.

“kiba.” you said, cupping his face so his wide eyes met yours and smoothing your thumbs over his clan marks. “i want your babies.”

his eyes screwed shut as a familiar warmth spilled deep inside you, his hips stuttering weakly once, twice before he let out a low groan. a bubble of laughter escaped before you could stop it, half giddy that he liked the idea as much as you and half genuine amusement that he came from the thought alone. the sound died in your throat just as fast as it came as kiba levelled a glare at you.

“you don’t think we’re done, do you?”

he untangled himself from you, cock slipping out with a lewd pop and heat bloomed across your face and down your chest when you saw how hard he was despite just emptying himself, soaked in both your cum and his. you let out a squeak as kiba began to manhandle you in a way he’s only done when he’s truly worked up, rotating your body to face the edge of the bed and setting you up on your hands and knees.

“if i’m gonna breed you, bunny, i’m gonna do it the right way.” the word sent a thrill shooting down your spine, stoking the fire in your belly. “oh look at you squirming. you like that, huh? already got cum dripping out of you and you still want more?”

you looked back and nodded eagerly, nearly delirious with need. “wanna be filled up so bad, kiba please. fuck me till ‘m full.”

he settled between your legs, using his tip to collect some of the cum that had leaked down your thigh and pushed it back into your sopping hole. kiba had been rough with you before but never like this and you craved more every time his hips pressed flush to yours, fat balls slapping your clit so hard it made your eyes roll back and drool escape the corners of your mouth. you felt him settle over your back, both hands reaching around to grope at your chest.

“can’t wait till these get nice and heavy.” he pinched and rolled your nipples, playing with them the way he knew you liked best. “i’ll help you out when they hurt, bunny. suck you dry if you want.”

you didn’t recognize the sound you make, a cross between a scream as he battered against that soft spot inside you that had black spots bounce across your vision and a moan at the delicious image kiba conjured in your mind. you wanted to tell him that yes, you would like that very much please and thank you but then he was straightening back up, sharp nails digging into the flesh of your hips so deep you knew you’d wake up with throbbing scratches littered on you as a reminder of tonight. he fucked you with enough force to push you further and further off the bed with every thrust. your hands shot out to brace yourself against the floor when your torso left the bed and still kiba pounded away at your poor cunt, the same intense, single minded focus he used during missions to catch his prey now targeted at you.

“cum for me, sweetheart. cum so i can fuck you full of my babies.”

your arms gave out as the coil in your gut snapped, letting out a strangled cry of his name. before you could crumble in a heap on the floor, kiba wrapped a burly arm around you, keeping you pressed to him with ease, thrusts never slowing.

“good girl. ‘m gonna fill you up nice and deep, bunny. gonna give you everything you fucking deserve. as many kids as you want a whole fucking litter i love you i love you shit-!”

you were sure he’d somehow cum more this time, endless heat spilling inside you. kiba was slow to stop his hips, making sure to fuck his cum as deep inside you as he could before he stilled, softening cock still buried within you. you waited for you both to catch your breath before groaning at the uncomfortable position.

“pull me up, baby.”

“let gravity do its thing. i wanna get you pregnant first try.”

“but if you don’t, that just means we have to keep trying till it takes.”

you could feel his smile when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “you’re a smart one, aren't you? knew there was a reason i married you.”

“just one?”

“i’ve got all night to tell you the others.”

masterlist

#kiba imagine #kiba smut #kiba x reader #naruto smut #naruto imagine #naruto x reader #inuzuka kiba imagine #inuzuka kiba smut #inuzuka kiba x reader #cw breeding

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startanewdream · 3 years

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Prompt: “you bask in the sun like a house cat”

Thanks so much for this prompt! I knew what I wanted to write for days now, just didn't have time until now. Hope you enjoy it!

Set during the summer of HBP, because Harry clueless to his feelings is just too cute:

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There is something enticing about the way Ginny is sleeping.

Harry never thought about how anyone sleeps before and some part of him thinks this is maybe strange of him, but he just can’t take his eyes off. It’s just… Ginny rolls while she sleeps.

It’s a hot summer day, so after lunch everyone decided to rest. Ron and Hermione went to sit under a tree outside, Ginny went inside to take a nap, and Harry decided that he didn’t want to hear his friends’ bickering, so he grabbed his favourite Counter-Curse book and went to read it in the living room, only to find out that Ginny had throw some pillows over the carpet of the room and had fallen asleep there.

It was not something that should have drawn Harry’s attention. He had sat quietly in one of the couches, busy with his book, but then…

Ginny moved in her sleep a lot and it took Harry a few minutes staring at her to realize the pattern there: she was searching for the sunlight, avoiding the shadow.

And then looking away was impossible, so Harry finds himself enjoying his rest time watching Ginny’s sleeping profile with a kind of interest he never felt before.

It’s the movement, he thinks. How at the moment her sleeping body realizes it’s away from the sunlight, she moves, rolling absently, lazily, until she can enjoy the warmth of the sun, even on a hot day. And the sunlight filtering through the window has a nice effect on her, he thinks; her fair skin sparkles, the freckles more evident than ever, and it occurs to Harry how soft her skin would be if he would touch it; her hair shines, more orange than red, flames of a fire that seems to draw him, inviting him to feel the strands between his hands.

She is...

He can’t define the word.

And then her eyes are open, the pupil barely visible under the sunlight, the brown colour reminding him of melted chocolate, the kind you eat after meeting a dementor and it spreads happiness through your body.

Then the eyes blink and Harry blinks too, startled, realizing he is caught in his staring.

‘Hey,’ she says, yawning, and Harry enjoys this moment where her eyes are closed to pretend he is busy with the book on his lap, though he can’t remember one word of it. She looks at the clock on the wall. ‘Merlin, it’s five already? I slept all afternoon.’

Five? Harry didn’t see the time passing at all—well, unless he counts watching the sun moving in the sky and Ginny following it.

‘Why did you let me sleep this much?’ she asks, teasing. ‘Tired of me beating you in our Quidditch games?’

Harry should join her playful tone, should make some remark how she sleeps like a log and he could never wake her up; but all he thinks is that he truly didn’t mind her sleeping because it was fascinating and… adorable, but that is a strange thought to have about your best friend’s little sister.

‘You bask in the sun like a cat,’ he says, the words leaving his mouth without him being able to control them at all. Ginny turns to him, eyebrows lifted, and Harry feels his face burning as if he were the one to be basking in the sun all afternoon. ‘I mean—‘cause you roll a lot in your sleep.’

For a second Ginny still looks confused, as if she is not understanding why he is saying this—a confusion that Harry shares with her—before she lets out a laugh.

‘I know, Mum says this a lot about me. You should see my bed in the morning.’

The playful tone is back, and of course she is not really inviting him to see her bed, but then his mind suddenly creates the image of Ginny in the morning, the sunlight coming through the window of her room—though he never saw it before—, highlighting her profile, shining on her face as she raises her hands to stretch them, her nightdress thin and short enough to reveal…

He shakes his head violently, urging his mind to forget these images, impossible as it seems.

‘Are you ok?’ Ginny asks, and Harry doesn’t look at her, afraid of something he isn’t sure what it is. He stands up suddenly, going to the window, holding the book carefully in front of him until… until he forgets those dangerous images.

‘Yeah, just wanted to see the day outside.’

‘You can actually go outside,’ she teases, coming to his side, and suddenly Harry feels a trace of flowers in the air, even though the window is closed. ‘It’s a beautiful day.’

He knows Ginny is talking about the summer feeling of the day—cloudless blue sky, birds singing, green grass dancing with the breeze—but he can’t see it suddenly.

Beautiful, she said. That was the word he was looking for before to describe her.

She pats him on the shoulder, making him jump.

‘First one in the shed gets the Firebolt,’ she jokes, running, and though Harry should run after her, he feels suddenly glued to the ground, watching her hair whipping the air as she runs.

Yeah, Ginny is beautiful. In a friendly way, of course. It doesn’t mean anything.

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chasingpj · 4 years

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𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 4,931

warnings: none

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! this is part one of a self-insert series I'm working on. in this story, y/n is a child of hecate, and this storyline follows the books. the current timeline here is post sea of monsters and will continue through the Heroes of Olympus books. though it follows the original plot, y/n has her own storyline and quests. i tried to make y/n gender-neutral but as I continued to work on the timeline for this project, i had decided that this fic is for a fem reader. guys, this is really just me projecting my fantasy into fanfiction lol. i feel like this is a slow start?? and there is a lot of info dumped in this so bear with me. it'll get better and I'll be working to improve my writing as the series continues. I was on a writing hiatus for a really long time and I'm out of practice so this is my way to get back and hopefully, exceed the skills I had when I was a consistent writer. anyways, if you have any feedback, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think. as i get deeper into the series, i might ask for some suggestions on what to do with the fic. anyways, i'll stop rambling and i hope you like it!

Part One Part Two

You ignore the aching in your neck as your focus is fixed on the herbology book in front of you. You’ve been seated at your desk for Zeus knows how long reading and taking notes in your Book of Shadows, determined to finish reading it as fast as possible. Your half-brother, Alabaster, insisted that you need to memorize all the herbs and their properties before he can properly teach you how to use them in potions. Even though you understand its importance, you hated introductory work. You are itching to get to the real stuff, resulting in you glued to your chair, studying through the night as your cabin mates were fast asleep in their beds. But as determined as you are, Ambrose, your familiar, wasn’t much help. Ambrose whines as he rubs his head against your legs like a needy kitten, making it difficult to ignore him.

“What is it, Ambrose?” You whisper, sitting back in your chair in defeat. You take a second to massage the back of your sore neck before turning to face the translucent hound sitting attentively at your side. His tail sweeps the floor as it wags excitedly, and a short huff leaves his snout as if he was proud to have finally gotten your attention.

Your eyes meet his, racking your mind to figure out what Ambrose needs to tell you. At first, you thought he wanted to play, but you didn’t have time for that, so you decided to ignore him. Usually, after being ignored for a while, Ambrose will give up, finding something else to occupy him. But tonight, he was particularly persistent, and he’s only like this when he needs to tell you something.

Before you can ask what he wanted again, Ambrose gets up from his seated position, running over to the small table that stands beside your bed. You furrow your eyebrows, the first thing you notice when you walk over are your crystals neatly placed in front of your spell books as usual. Seeing them made you suddenly remember what you had planned to do.

You had told Ambrose to remind you to charge your crystals and collect water from the lake since there is a full moon tonight and of course, Ambrose being your loyal companion, did exactly that. Before looking down at the hound, who now is breathing heavily, his tail somehow wagging faster than before, you smile to yourself.

“I told you to remind me earlier, didn’t I?” Ambrose snorts and runs around your feet enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement as you reached down to pat his head. “Good boy. What would I do without you?” You continue to praise him, grabbing a black pouch and carefully placing the crystals in it. You put your index finger to your lips, signaling Ambrose to be a little quieter despite his excitement. If he accidentally wakes anyone up, then you definitely weren’t going to be able to fulfill your plans.

You bite your bottom lip as you tiptoe out of the aisle between the bunks. You look around the notoriously cramped Hermes Cabin to make sure your assumption that everyone was asleep by now was correct. It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of your cabin mates since seeing clearly in the dark was one of your many gifts, so you carefully walked along the bunks, being as quiet as you could. You are especially cautious as you approach the front where your cabin leaders, the Stoll brothers, slept. You study them for a second, knowing for sure Travis was asleep since he was snoring and loudly at that. Before you can check if Connor is asleep, you hear him shifting in his bed. You stand frozen in your spot, hesitantly looking over and you were expecting to be met with the usual mischievous grin. Instead, his back was towards you now. You have a feeling in your gut that he wasn't asleep, the timing of his moving was much too convenient. You really didn't want to wait any longer though so you decide that you might as well leave before he could stop you.

You turn on your heels, walking over to the window before you push it open. You cringe softly as the hinges creak, and you look back at the cabin to double-check if anyone has woken up from the sound. You sigh in relief when you see no one has moved, and you turn back to the window, carefully crawling out of it. This wasn’t unusual for you. You’ve done this so many times that using windows as a mode of exiting and entering a room was as natural to you as walking in and out of a door, and soon you were hopping down onto the grass. Your back is pressed against the cabin as you walk the side of it. You look up at the trees and the sky, eyes scoping around for any harpies hanging around. After deeming that you were alone, you begin making your way to the lake, Ambrose walking by your side attentively and cautiously to make sure you are safe.

The night was clear; the stars and especially the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sigh softly, taking in the stillness of the night, admiring the glistening lake reflecting the full moon placed above it. You’ve always enjoyed how quiet and cool the nights were, preferring it more than the daytime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid it as much as you wish to. Most of your siblings can agree with you that they’d prefer to sleep in most days so that they can study and practice their magic at night. However, that wasn’t the schedule of the Hermes Cabin. It was pretty impossible to sleep in since the mornings were always hectic. In fact, the cabin was just hectic, period. There was always something going on, whether it was an elaborate prank or the guys arguing over who gets to shower first after coming back from training which usually resulted in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. You can’t say that you didn’t like it; at least you were entertained.

You also always had someone to talk to, and because there were often new campers coming in and out of there, you have easily familiarized yourself with a lot of the kids at camp. However, like your mother, you did enjoy and yearn for the occasional periods of solitude. As fun as living with the Hermes kids was, you and your siblings did find yourselves getting a little irritable at their shenanigans. It was at those times, you did wish that your mother, Hecate, had a designated cabin.

You and your siblings had always said if they ever got a cabin of their own, they would make sure everyone had separate rooms and would have designated spaces to socialize and practice their magic so that it was quiet for the most part. Alabaster, especially, was really passionate about this topic. He complained how it didn’t make sense that your mother wasn't recognized since you and your siblings were a powerful little bunch. You all needed a space to practice your magic and practice preferably at night since you were the most powerful at that time of day; you were also less prone to making mistakes in your spell casting at night. You agreed with him and would get upset about it sometimes, but the Hermes Cabin was a place you considered to be a second home. The communal feel of the space was something you enjoyed, it was one of the few places where you felt fully accepted which was rare to find being a demi-god with abilities like yours. In return to the Hermes Cabin welcoming you with open arms, you accept the inconveniently loud environment as an admirable quirk and went on with your days.

Then to compensate for the lack of silence and solitude, you would often stay up late, taking advantage of the quiet to focus on your studies. Even if you had to sacrifice the amount of sleep you got, you felt like it was worth it.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the dock, sitting down close to the end with your legs folded under you. You first collect lake water in a jar before carefully taking out the pouch's crystals. Assuming you had only a few left in the pouch after laying most of them on the dock, you tilt it with your hand under it, only for the crystals to come out all at once. You fumble, hands trying to bring them to your chest, but with your luck, one of your crystals falls right into the water with a plop.

“Dammit!” You peer over the edge and groan, Ambrose whining at your misfortune as he stands beside you. You look down at the water, noticing Ambrose’s and your dim reflection in it. There was no way you could get that crystal now because you didn't know how to swim, and you consider that maybe tomorrow you can convince your twin brother, Atticus, to look for it or Alabaster if Atticus refused, which you were expecting him to.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat, jumping back as a head of dark hair abruptly pops up from right where you were staring. Ambrose barks loudly next to you, equally as startled, and your eyes widen. You stand up hastily at the realization that Ambrose's loud barks in the dead of night will catch the attention of the harpies, and right now, that was more important to you than the mysterious person that just sprouted up in the water like a zombie coming out of a grave.

“Shush! Ambrose, quiet!” Your frantic command was enough to make him stop with a whine, and you sigh shakily, turning towards the camp to check if there were any harpies.

“I think you dropped something.” Ambrose moves in front of you protectively, a low growl coming from his chest as he cautiously studies the person. You look back where the voice came from and to your surprise and your relief, you find that the mysterious person in the lake was no other than Percy Jackson. You never had a conversation with him before, but you definitely knew about him. It was kind of hard not to know who he is since he’s been the talk of the camp since he’s arrived. Your thoughts about him weren’t any different from most of the camp. You’ve seen him fight and use his powers during capture the flag, and you were just as impressed as everyone else. You did have to admit that you found him to be pretty cute too. His eyes were gorgeous, clear, and bright like a shallow, cyanic sea. You also found it adorable how his hair always looked a little disheveled.

Your (e/c) eyes met Percy’s green ones before looking at your rose quartz in his hand. You smile sheepishly, noticing the amused look on his face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s mine.” You walk over to him, but as you get closer, so does Ambrose, and his growls get louder. "Ambrose, heel. It's okay," you say softly, and he stops in his place, but his stance is still at alert, his eyes watching Percy cautiously. You pat Ambrose's head before walking past him and over to Percy. "Thanks," you smile, taking your rose quartz from his hand.

"No problem… I don't think your ghost dog likes me," Percy jokes, moving to look past your legs at Ambrose, who’s standing tall on your left side.

"Yeah, well, you kinda scared the crap out of us," you point out, amused. You take in Percy's goofy smile as he pulls himself up from the water, and you notice that he’s completely dry as he settles on the edge before turning his body to look at you.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asks, and you nod, figuring he’s probably heard about you in passing from Connor and Travis since he was friends with them too. “What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retort playfully, making him smile. You move to sit down where you were standing. You spread the crystals neatly on the wood, making a mental note to get them before you go to bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out here to hang out, but then a hippocampus swam up. One of its friends got stuck in a fisher's net not too far from here, so I went to help," he explains, and you nod. "I told you my excuse, so what's yours?"

You hum, "It's a full moon out tonight, so I thought I should take my crystals out. I also needed moon water for a potion, so I collected some for that," you point over at the big mason jar full of lake water. "It’s not as cool as your excuse,” you say playfully.

A short laugh comes from Percy, and when you look up from your crystals, you notice he was looking at Ambrose again, who was still in his tense stance. Ambrose was especially protective of you and Atticus, and it wasn’t unusual for him to be cautious of the new people you come across. You assumed that Ambrose was particularly tense with Percy since he had successfully caught you both by surprise.

"Ambrose, relax.” You pat the top of his head to soothe him. "Lay down." Ambrose whines, licking your hand affectionately for a little, and you can tell he was still uneasy about the other. He was hesitant, but he follows your command anyway, laying down with his head on your lap.

"You can touch him?" Percy asks, his eyes wide and curious as he watches you pet Ambrose.

"Yeah, I can touch ghosts in general. My mother is Hecate, goddess of necromancy, along with magic, the night and the moon," you tell him. "This is Ambrose. My mother gifted him to me to be my familiar, kinda like a guardian." You look down at the hound, smiling softly as you scratch behind his ear softly.

Ambrose is a burly Molossian Hound who lived in the time of Alexander The Great. From what your father told you, his breed was well valued in Ancient Greek and Roman times and was often used in war. It is easy to understand why the breed was used in war. Ambrose is huge and muscular, about 6 feet tall when he stands on his hind legs, and he weighs around 200 pounds. At first, Ambrose can come off as a little intimidating. You remember how your siblings had avoided him when you first arrived at camp before they realized that he was the clearest definition of a gentle giant. Even though he was trained to fight when he was alive, he was still as gentle as a well-trained house dog unless he was given a reason not to be.

"When did you get him?" Percy asks, his eyes focusing on Ambrose’s translucent body that looked like it is made up of this gray swirling vapor. He couldn’t exactly wrap his head around how Ambrose’s head was comfortably propped up on your thigh.

"We met on the night I was on my way to Camp so about 2 years ago. Without him, my brother and I probably would have never made it to the borders.” You look up at Percy, meeting his eyes again; you watch as his face softens as he shifts to lean back on his hand.

"Really?" You hum and nod, ready to drop the conversation there, thinking you shouldn’t bore him with the details. You didn’t really like talking about it much, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was inviting you to continue talking.

"We got separated from our father at the gas station a couple of miles away from here. He went inside the convenience store to get us snacks, and while he was in there, a cyclops had found us, tried to grab us out of his car. We jumped out and ran into the woods nearby," you explain as you look out at the dark horizon.

You remember the sound of your father yelling after you and Atticus and how it broke your heart hearing, for the first time, such despair in his voice. You knew your dad didn’t want to bring you guys to camp, but he knew it was in Atticus’s and your best interest to come here and be with other people like you guys.

When you and Atticus started developing your powers, your father had simply told you guys that you were special and to refrain from using your telekinesis anywhere else but home. He didn’t say anything more until one night, you and Atticus had gotten in a screaming match about a reason you don’t even remember. However, in your screaming match, the both of you were so angry that a green aura had formed around you both, and books, magazines, even cutlery were being flown across the room because of the sheer energy you were admitting as a unit. It was then your father had decided to take you and Atticus to the camp to control and learn about your powers before you guys destroyed the house over a dumb argument like who’s turn is it to have the TV remote.

"We were more concerned about the monster hurting our dad, so we decided on a whim to run in the forest. My brother and I have telekinesis powers, and I aimed well enough to send a rock right at the cyclops eye. We lost him a little after that, but we didn't know where we were. We made too many twists and turns; we had no idea what direction we came from. And then, this buddy appeared out of nowhere from a distance. I saw him glowing from far away and couldn’t make out what he was, but I felt that I had to follow him. So we did, and he got us to camp with no detours for any other monsters. He's been with me ever since," you say, and a low whine comes from Ambrose’s mouth as he nuzzles the side of his face on your thigh contentedly.

Percy nods, and he huffs softly, "You guys got lucky. How old were you and your brother when you got to camp?"

"12, we're twins. We actually got here a couple of weeks after you did,” you mention. You watch Percy’s mouth curve into a half-smirk.

“Wow," he says, amused, and shakes his head. “So you have a twin and a dead dog, no fair," he jokes. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully,

"Oh please, and you have crazy water powers. You’re completely dry after swimming! I think that's pretty envy-worthy."

"Hey-,” he shrugs, taking a second as if to form a protest. “I guess you're right,” he admits and laughs. You laugh with him, opening your mouth to say something else but unfortunately, you were interrupted by a screech echoing in the distance.

Both you and Percy stand up quickly, trying to figure out which direction it came from. “The harpies,” you both mutter in unison. You bend down to grab your things, and you look at Ambrose.

"Go distract them, bud," you tell him, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet, and you watch as he runs away, barking to get their attention. Just then, you see the wings of the Harpies coming up from the trees of the forest. You turn to Percy, grabbing his hand quick,

“Incantare: Transpectus!" You exclaim confidently, closing your eyes to envision you and Percy becoming transparent on the dock. You've never tried doing this spell before, but you've gotten better at visualizing and setting intentions, so you had some hope in yourself. You open your eyes, not feeling any different, and you hoped that you just didn't make a fool of yourself in front of Percy. But when you look down at your hand hesitantly and notice it was hard to make out since you were see-through like glass, you sigh in relief. You smile to yourself, more than satisfied that you were able to pull that off.

"Woah, are we invisible?" You look over at Percy, able to see him just fine since he was under the spell with you. Percy looks down at himself, eyes widened as he processes he can’t see his body anymore. You observe him for a second, finding it cute how he looked surprised and obviously entertained at the fact that he was completely see-through. You feel yourself growing a little flustered, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you were holding hands with him.

"Something like that. C'mon, it won’t last too long," you whisper, and your grip around his hand tightens as you guys begin running to his cabin. You hear the harpies screeching in frustration as they swoop down to try and grab Ambrose, only for their claws to go right through him. While the harpies were growing more annoyed, Ambrose, on the other hand, was having way too much fun, running in circles and barking at them as if he’s teasing.

"Man, I wish I had a ghost dog," you hear Percy mutter behind you as you arrive at the steps of his cabin.

"Yeah, Ambrose is pretty great," you admit, watching him play with the harpies before shifting your gaze over to Percy. "Thanks for getting the crystal for me." As much as you wanted to stay talking to him, you knew you couldn't stay too long. You were still eager to finish studying, and Ambrose can only hold off the harpies for so long.

"It was no problem. It was on my way up anyways," he shrugs, and you smile, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You look down, the two of you still holding hands even though the spell wore off already. You awkwardly let go of his hand, shifting on your feet.

"Well, I'll see you around," you say sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, I'll see you.” His hand comes up in an awkward wave. You nod, returning the wave. Your eyes meet Percy’s green ones one more time before turning on your heels and walking down the steps of his cabin. You notice that Ambrose is now long gone into the forest, taking the harpies with him to give you time to rush to the other side where your cabin is.

As you hurry back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you replayed the interaction you just had with Percy, and you couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you could talk to him.

You carefully hoist yourself up, climb back into the cabin through the window, sighing softly once you get in. You slowly close the window, your face scrunching at the creaking sound, but you successfully get it closed before turning around, only to be faced with Connor Stoll standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You gasp loudly, almost dropping the mason jar in your hand, being startled for the second time tonight.

“Oh, look who’s back,” he says, his lips pulled in his usual mischievous smirk, his right eyebrow raised as if he's suspicious of you. You shift, giggling nervously under his graze,

"Hey, Con.” Shit. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a part of you wasn’t surprised that he had caught you sneaking out again. You weren’t too worried since Connor wasn’t one to be strict or easily angered, neither was Travis, but you can understand if he did get a little upset with you since the cabin could also get in trouble, and he worried about you getting hurt.

"You leave so often, I'm starting to think you're seeing someone," he teases, and you furrow your eyebrows, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

"I'm not seeing anyone. You know what I do when I sneak out," you tell him, putting your hand out to show him the jar full of water. After being caught the first couple of times, you had explained to Connor why you occasionally needed to head out at night. He was understanding of your reasons, telling you to try and not sneak out as often. When he did catch you, he always kept your outings secret. It came with a price, though. You were sometimes stuck doing extra chores, especially anything that had to do with cleaning, since he hated doing anything that had to do with mopping or sweeping.

"So that wasn't you and Percy on the dock?" Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get hot again. You shake your head, stumbling over your words for a second.

"Uh… n- that was a coincidence!" You hear him snort, laughing quietly as if he didn't believe you. Even though he couldn't see your facial expression very well in this lighting, he can still tell how flustered you were at his sudden question.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically, and he hums, "Anyways, what are you going to do for me so that I don't tell on you?" He asks, and your mouth drops open. Usually, he wasn't so forward, and he never threatened to tell on you. "I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

You gasp, "Connor, are you blackmailing me right now?" You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs,

"I guess you can say I am." You shake your head, walking over to your desk to put down your moon water before turning toward him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"... what do you want?" You ask, expecting him to make you take up one of his chores. But from the way he was smiling at you, you can tell that there was something more he wanted, and you were beginning to worry.

"Help me turn the Ares Cabin into bunnies," he says, and you shake your head frantically,

"No way! Clarisse will kill me," you whisper. Connor smiles,

"No, she won't. She can't kill you if she's a bunny," he points out, and your face falls flat,

"They're not gonna stay bunnies forever," you say, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously at the idea of the outrage you'd get from the Ares Cabin after shifting back from being bunnies. "I don't know, Con. I don't even know if I can turn all of them into bunnies at once."

Connor waves his hand at you, dismissing your concern. "I don't care for the logistics now. We can work on that later, but you have to agree to at least help me," he says. "Or I'm telling everyone I saw you smooching Percy on the dock."

"What!? We didn't even kiss. We talked for like 5 minutes!" You whisper-yell, your reactions much too entertaining for him, and he was having a hard time holding in his laugh.

"Your decision, y/n."

You sigh, throwing your head back. You look at the ceiling for a second as you consider your two choices. And you decide that getting your head potentially put on a stick by Clarisse was better than the burning embarrassment of Percy thinking you're spreading rumors about kissing him. "Fine, whatever. I'll help you do the bunny thing," you mumble, your shoulders slouched.

Connor nods with a proud smile on his face for trapping you into helping him. "Good choice. I will be going back to sleep now. Good night… again," he announces, turning on his heels and walking over to his bed. You frown a little as you walk back to your desk to study. Plopping down onto your chair, you decide that you’ll worry about Connor’s little plan later so you can focus on your studying. After a while, Ambrose comes trotting in, joining you by the desk as usual. You smile at him, praising the other for distracting the harpies for you before he lays down, his head laying on your foot.

As you study, you find that you couldn’t help your mind drifting back to Percy once and a while. You deem that there was no way that you could have a crush on him since you guys have only spoken once. In the midst of your internal debate to decide what you felt for him, you suddenly remember the crystal that was retrieved for you. You remember how Percy presented it to you, holding it out for you with his fingertips. It was your rose quartz. What a coincidence. You smile, rolling your eyes as you tell yourself that you’re thinking too much into it. You look over, noticing the dim illuminating light of the beginning sunrise shining through the curtains. You sigh, deciding that you should probably get to sleep and take advantage of the maybe, four hours of sleep you’ll get tonight. You close your herbology book before making your way to your bed, and with a soft sigh, you retreat under the covers, and finally, you surrender to your drowsiness.

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An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

~~~

"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

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slenbee · 3 years

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Sunshine | B.B x Reader

Summary: You’ve known him for almost all of your life, and now that you’ve got a chance to finally meet him, will you risk it all to prove it to yourself that he’s real? The answer is yes. (I suck at summaries, this i what you’re getting. lol)

Pairing: Merman!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY - This content is NSFW. It contains monster!bucky, flirting, touching, and oral(f). Word count: 1991

Notes: A gift for @dirtychocolatechai <3 THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO PLEASE BE GENTLE @u@;; haha.... <3 Love you friendo. Comments and reblogs appreciated! You can find this on Ao3 too!

Your mother had told you time and time again to find the right man.

To settle down and have a few children and a happy home to boot.

But no one had ever said anything about falling in love with a merman.

Few would call you lucky.

Some would call you crazy.

Others? Well they would call you down right mad.

The first time you met him was when you were young, playing down by the bay.

You were skipping rocks across the water at your favorite spot when you noticed the splashing of water nearby.

Curious as ever you went to investigate, and by the time you came back?

All of the rocks you’d skipped had been returned.

Neatly placed in a pile on one of the wet stones at the water's edge.

Eventually you started covering your eyes after skipping each rock, counting to thirty before lowering your hands.

The rock would be there, right in front of you.

Right where you knew it would be.

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As you grew older, you grew bolder.

After gathering a basket of flowers or herbs you’d go down to the bay to sit at the water’s edge where the water lapped at your ankles and the fish would nibble at your toes.

You would see movement in the deeper waters, the peak of a fin or a flash of color that filled you with excitement.

The water would churn nearby and the tiny fish would disappear.

Other times you’d catch movement out of the corner of your eye, and sometimes you’d even hear a voice chuckling with amusement, sourceless and unseen.

Then, one day, he started bringing you presents and leaving them nearby.

Pretty little things.

Like pearls or smooth, polished glass, and sometimes even carved stones.

You kept each one, of course.

Tucked away in a little box that you hid under your bed.

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One sunny day you found a trail of gifts waiting for you.

Each little gift was a colorful stone that led you towards the cave at the end of the bay.

Any sane person would have seen it as a trap, but you?

You knew better than any of them what waited for you at the end.

And so you followed. Picking up and pocketing the stones, your bare feet carrying you across the smooth stones by the waters edge until you reached the mouth of the cave.

Sunlight peeked through a large crack in the ceiling, casting the pool of water inside in a warm and oh so inviting glow.

The gifts ended at the mouth of the cave and yet you carried on, water reaching your ankles and then your knees as you made your way deeper and deeper inside.

Staying close to the edge of the cave you pulled yourself up on a rock that rested in the shallows, allowing you to sit with only what was below your waist submerged.

You waited with baited breath, every splash and drip of water making your stomach flutter and your toes curl.

Then, a dark shadow moved in front of you beneath the water, growing and stretching until--

“O-oh..!”

A head of dark hair breached the water in front of you, followed by sculpted shoulders and a torso that would make even Adonis jealous. His left arm was more monstrous than the rest of him, bearing claws that could easily rend your flesh with just a flick of a finger.

Your eyes wandered lower, only to find glittering scales and a magnificent tail that disappeared into the depths of the water below.

“My eyes are up here.” He mused, his voice rough from a clear lack of use.

With every breath his chest expanded, the gills on either side of his ribs fluttering.

“You’re- you’re really-- ” Your voice trails off, eyes wide with excitement and disbelief.

“A merman?” He flashed you a smile that would rival the cheshire cats.

“Real.” You finally say, your shoulders sagging as a bubble of laughter escaped. “I thought I was crazy. But you’re really real!”

Webbed hands came to rest on the stone at either side of your hips, the sharp nails of his left hand scratching into the stone with just the slightest bit of pressure.

You reached out with hesitation, hands hovering just shy of touching his face.

To your surprise he leaned closer, cheek nuzzling into your palm while his right hand lifted to cup your left.

“Do you have a name?” You ask, watching as he closed his eyes and purred at your touch.

“Bucky.” Dark lashes fluttered, his steel blue eyes flicking upward to greet your own. “You?”

“Y/N.” You say with a gentle sigh through your nose, your expression softening as he continues to nuzzle into your hand, the left brought to his lips where he kissed along your knuckles and wrist, nose brushing along your skin as if to scent you.

“You smell like sunshine.” He comments, tongue flicking out and dragging across your fluttering pulse.

Pink tinted your cheeks, your smile turning shy as you pulled your hand away.

Bucky lets you go without issue, but he shifted closer a moment later, invading your personal space.

Water dripped from his hair and fell upon your dress, the sudden chill against your chest making your nipples hard.

Leaning in he sniffed at your hair and then your neck, eventually making his way down to your shoulder. Following an unseen path his nose brushes across the front of your dress, lips grazing the spot just above your heart. "Heh.. You’re so small, I could just gobble you right up.”

A sudden spike of excitement and fear had you jumping, your heart leaping to your throat. “A-are you saying you’re going to eat me?”

The mer pulled back and looked up at you as if you’d gone and smacked him, brows pitched high with startled shock before it bled away into smug amusement. “Eat you?” He repeated, pulling himself up and between your thighs, putting you both at eye level.

Leaning in he spoke lowly, his lips brushing yours. “Never.”

A chuckle escaped Bucky at your flustered look as he pulled away and gave you a wink. “Well, not unless you want me to.”

Sinking back into the pool he breathed in a fresh lung full of water, his expression dropping to one of shock and awe before it evolved into a look of straight up hunger.

He remained submerged up to his shoulders in front of you, watching as you quickly closed your thighs, fingers digging into the hem of your dress where his eyes were currently glued.

“Oh… Oh Y/N…” Bucky let out a shaky breath, his tail giving a flick that brought him back into your personal bubble. With his head at level with your stomach he brought his hands up to brush across the outside of your knees.

When he spoke, his voice was practically a purr. “You do want me to eat you, don't you."

His hands dared to wander up towards the outside of your thighs, so close yet so far away.

Wetting his lips, he looked up at you with lust blown eyes. "I can smell you."

Feeling your cheeks burn you looked away, the heat steadily building between your thighs.

The telltale prick of his nails sent a shiver down your spine, your thoughts wandering to darker places.

All it would take is a flick of his claws or a bite of his teeth and you’d be done for.

And that’s what excites you.

The danger of it all, and yet here he was, being so, so gentle with you.

As if drawn closer by an unseen force the mer lowered himself back between your thighs, head dropping to nuzzle against your stomach. "I have to know. I have to know if you taste like Sunshine…"

When he looked up at you with pleading eyes you felt your stomach flutter and your breath hitch.

"Will you let me find out?"

Biting at your lower lip you gave a nod, a hand sliding into his hair as he sank beneath the water and into the apex of your thighs.

Pushing your dress out of the way Bucky looked up at you, needing to see the look on your face before he looked down, drinking in the sight of your bare sex. The water tasted of arousal, filling his lungs and captivating his senses.

It was like a single drop of blood in the water, and now the sharks were circling.

A soft stream of bubbles tickled across your inner thigh, his shoulders wedging your legs further apart so that he could better fit between them.

His arms scooped under your legs, fingers digging into your dress at your hips when he pulled you closer to the edge. Warm lips danced across your inner thighs, the scruff of his facial hair causing your muscles to twitch and jump on their own.

Bucky took his time, teasing you with kisses to your thighs and the gentle nibble of his teeth, breathing you in and savoring the sweet arousal that was waiting for him.

You pet a hand through his wet hair, a low moan of pleasure leaving your lips when he finally moved in close enough to brush his nose across your folds. His lips followed, peppering you with kisses that sent the butterflies in your stomach aflutter.

Growing bolder he flicked out his tongue, tasting the warmth of your skin and the sweetness that tainted the water. You heard him moan, the hot, slick brush of his tongue pushing past your folds.

A single lick against your clit and you gasped at the new sensation, thighs clenching around his head while your hand tightened in his hair. One lick became two, and two became three as he took your reaction as a positive reinforcement to continue.

Pressing in even closer he sealed his mouth around your sex, licking and sucking as if he were a parched man given his first taste of water.

That sinful length of his tongue danced across your sensitive bundle of nerves, lavishing it in quick little licks only for him to stop a moment later. Sliding lower he teased and prodded at your entrance, lapping up your moisture before slipping inside.

Bucky flickered and swirled his long tongue inside you, licking and scooping out your honey before delving back in to seek out more.

“A-ah~ Buh-Bucky-” You gasp with a moan, voice echoing off the walls of the cave as you hang on to his hair and the nearby stones for dear life.

This man could drag you under the water and have his way with you five days til Sunday and it would still be so very worth it.

Heat pooled low behind your navel, inner walls fluttering around his tongue as he ate you out like a man possessed, his nose brushing against your button with every hungry movement he made.

Just as you were nearing that unseen peak of pleasure Bucky let out a deep, throaty growl, the sound reverberating through his tongue and into your sex, tipping you over the edge without warning.

You tipped your head back and keened with pleasure, inner walls twitching and fluttering around his tongue as he scooped out your cream and licked up your juices.

Breathless and near shaking you sit back against the wall of the cave, thighs shaking.

Bucky pulled himself back and rose up to gaze up at you, looking every bit the cat who’d gotten the cream as he nuzzled against your thigh.

After a moment of catching your breath you open your eyes and look down at him, your toes curling at the sensation of his clawed fingers grazing across the outside of your thigh.

“I was right.” He eventually says, rising out of the water to brush a chaste kiss across your lips.

“You do taste like sunshine.”

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #monster boyfriend #Bucky Barnes #Bucky oneshot #mcu #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky x reader #Bucky x you

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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don't go yet, please : h.z

you shouldn't have followed after your dear friend, but then again, the baron should know better by now that you'll never be too far behind. (1.8k)

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requested: well I had a request from @geekgirlofarchangels for friends to lovers and this is what I came up with as I'm a bitch for zemo rn warnings: mentions of blood, descriptions from tfatws also a brief attempt at german (I'm sorry if it's terrible)

It was one big mistake going along. You should've stayed back in the apartment as Zemo suggested. However, having been friends with the Baron for many years, he should know better by now than assume you'd do as he suggests.

Standing in the warehouse, you were watching Walker carefully. He was becoming twitchy, his patience clearly wearing thin. "It's too quiet." He states, looking over at Bucky who remains silent.

"I could check, but I am preoccupied here." Zemo chimes in, holding up his cuffed wrists, not missing the quiet chuckle from you.

"Tough crowd, Baron." You spare him a glance, noticing how he is already eyeing up the small lock on the cuffs.

"I'm going in," John steps forward, only to be blocked by Bucky.

That was the beginning of the end for things to work out smoothly. Sure, Zemo being handcuffed by Walker was one thing, but you knew Zemo well enough after all these years to know he'd be out of those within minutes. However, Walker himself was becoming a loose cannon, and you know what they say about those.

"It hasn't been ten minutes yet, John. Just sit tight." Bucky comments.

John continues to pace, nearing you and Zemo. "Don't do that, don't patronize me." John spits back, his breathing becoming frantic.

"He knows what he's doing." You speak up, ignoring Zemo muttering your name at the sight of John pausing and turning his attention to you. "Unlike some people."

"You might wanna watch yourself," John seethes, watching Zemo tug on his handcuffs. "and find better people to hang around with, sweetheart." He looks you up and down, forcing a smirk before focusing on the clock.

Stepping backwards, you can feel a hand brush across yours. Without looking, you accept it and squeeze it three times, relieved when he squeezes back.

"I'm goin' in." John marches toward Bucky, only to be pushed back. "This must be easy for you. With all that serum running through your veins." He scoffs. "Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?"

The question hangs in the air too long, and without needing an answer, John shoves past Bucky with Lemar on his tail.

"Seriously?" You huff, moving toward Bucky and following behind him.

"Y/n," Zemo speaks up, his voice now echoing in the empty room. "you seem to be forgetting my situation." He motions to his cuffed hand.

"Well, Helmut," Slowly you walk toward him, crossing your arms over your chest whilst you try to suppress the grin forming on your lips. "I suppose you'll just have to get yourself out, you're a pro after all." You tease, turning around and leaving him be knowing he'll be right behind you in a matter of minutes.

Echoes of gunfire and voices bounce from the walls as you continue to run through the endless corridors, unsure where you're even heading.

Breathlessly, you find Sam who couldn't look more disappointed. "I was so close getting through to her." He admits, shaking his head. "Walkers lost control, Y/n."

"Where is he?" You ask, but Sam sighs. "I'll find him."

"Y/n," Bucky walks into the room. "I lost her." He states. "There's a dozen of them in there."

"This place is a maze." Sam mutters, taking his eye off you for a moment, just a moment long enough for you to slip out of the room and toward a spiral staircase.

If there's anything Zemo has taught you over the years, always look for a distraction. And for once, it's actually working in your favour.

Your feet guide you toward a large open part of the warehouse, lined with dusted windows.

"Don't," Karli yells, another round of shots being fired from someone whilst you remain out of sight, ducking behind one of the barrels.

Daring to peer around it, you swear to yourself seeing the Baron stood with his gun aimed at the young girl.

"This, this is all," Zemo keeps his gun trained on Karli whilst his attention shifts to the vials of serum beneath his feet. "wrong." He smiles to himself as he stamps on the first bottle, ignoring Karli's cries for him to stop.

"Helmut!" You yell, leaving your hiding spot and head straight toward him.

Before Zemo can finish his mission, his eyes widen at the sound of your voice. "Y/n?" He turns around, only to see the shield enter his peripheral a millisecond too late.

Falling to the ground with a dull thud, your out cold.

Unable to focus on anything else, Zemo rushes to your side. Blood marks your hairline from the impact and he lifts your head up, cradling it in his arms. "My liebling," Zemo mutters, brushing his fingers along the crimson dripping down your cheek. "why must you be so reckless?"

"I learn from the best." You weakly mutter, forcing your eyes to open despite the immense pain coursing through your head.

"What have you done?" Walker emerges from the shadows, a darker look across his eyes that Zemo easily recognises. "You'll pay for this," Zemo seethes, reaching for his gun as his hand shakes, crimson coating his fingertips.

John laughs and steps toward the pair of you, noting you trying to stay awake with little success. "I don't think I will somehow." John states confidently, tearing Zemo's gun from his grip and throws it forcefully against the wall, breaking it into pieces. "Have fun, Zemo." John salutes to the Baron before disappearing back into the shadows, knowing what he has to do.

Taking your hand in his, Zemo squeezes it three times in hope of a response, but you remain limp in his arms. "Come on, Y/n," He whispers, bringing your hand to his lips and presses his lips against your palm. "I can't lose you too."

When Zemo emerges from the building, the world is a different place. A man's body lies beneath the feet of Captain America, blood staining the shield and you lay in Zemo's arms.

"Y/n?" Bucky hits Sams arm forcefully, averting his eyes from the scene in the middle of the square to a dishevelled looking baron cradling your body close to his chest.

"What happened?" Sam demands, now walking alongside Zemo who remains lost in his thoughts, thinking back to all that time you spent visiting him in prison, trying to provide some level of sanity to keep him occupied for the short while you had alone.

"He did." Zemo spits the words, his eyes remaining glued to your face, dried blood coating the left side that is hidden in the fur of his coat, tainting the pure white. "I'm going to kill him once my Y/n is awake." He mutters under his breath, not caring if either men hear his comment.

Once they reach Zemo's apartment, the silence between the trio is deafening.

Zemo takes you straight toward his bedroom, knowing you'd prefer privacy rather than being under the watchful eyes of your other friends.

"Oh, little dove," Pulling the silk sheets over your body, Zemo lowers the glass of scotch onto the bedside table alongside a damp towel to clean your blood.

As he presses the towel along your hairline, his free hand cups your face. He brushes his thumb across your cheek, humming a familiar tune.

"This is a nice way to wake up." You mumble, feeling Zemo tense momentarily whilst you keep your eyes closed. "Are the blinds open?"

"Hold on." Zemo moves away from you, taking the warmth with him causing a shiver to ripple through you.

Hiding you from the daylight and the cold reality of the world, darkness coats the walls. "Thanks." You comment, trying to sit upright only to wince and have your arm bat lightly by Zemo's hand.

"Don't move." Zemo instructs, perching on the edge of the bed, his coat thrown across the chair in the corner of the room, hiding the bloodied fur from your view. "You really are stupid sometimes, schatz."

"You really want to have this conversation, now?" Quick to retort, you glare up at your friend, having not forgotten what you witnessed in that warehouse. "It's all gone, isn't it?"

Zemo's prolonged silence answers your question, and he listens to you hum in response.

"Du bist ein idiot, Helmut." You state in German, not missing the tug on the corner of his lips. "But you're my idiot, nonetheless."

Stretching your arm out, you take a hold of his hand, squeezing it three times. "I thought I'd lost you for a moment in there, Y/n." Zemo painfully admits, knowing you were slipping in and out of consciousness.

"I know," You rub your thumb across his knuckles, his hands were always so soft against yours. "but I promise you, Helmut, I'll never go down without a fight."

"I don't want you to fight, Y/n." Zemo sighs heavily. "I just want you to be safe."

Scoffing lightly, you force yourself upright despite Zemo shifting closer. "You can't control that, Helmut." You remind him, having visited him once or twice with some minor injuries from smaller missions with Sam. "Nothing about us is certain, I mean," Trailing off, you can feel the mere thought of the conversation is causing your head to thump.

"Come," Zemo rises to his feet and walks around the bed. "get some rest. We can talk in the morning."

As Zemo approaches the door, you interrupt him. "Helmut, please, don't go." You whimper, faintly seeing him turn back to face you. "I don't want to be alone if I don't have to."

Smiling sadly to himself, Zemo removes his shoes and slides beneath the covers. Within a matter of seconds, he holds you close in his arms, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/n." Zemo whispers, kissing the top of your head as your eyes close, tears dampening his shirt. "Not when I just got you back."

"You sure about that?" You dare to ask, glancing up to see the faint outline of a sad smile crossing his lips as those dark eyes remain on yours.

"When it comes to you, I'm certain." He mutters, feeling you shift in his arms.

Your breath fans his lips before you softly kiss him. Zemo reacts instantly, his hand moving to cradle your neck as he kisses you back, desperate to not let you go.

Eventually, you both part. "Helmut," You breathe out, only for him to kiss you chastely. "I,"

"Don't say it, Y/n." Zemo hushes, knowing if he heard those three words leave your lips he'll never forgive himself if anything happened to you or him. "Save them for me, okay?"

Nodding in response, you mould back into Zemo, his fingers gliding across your shoulder creating various patterns including love hearts without realising it.

Yet, as you begin to drift off, you hear those three words from him, hoping that one day you can say them in return.

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floralbuckleys · 3 years

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Control | Buck

♡ Pairing: Buck/Gender Neutral!Reader

♡ Genre: Smut

♡ Word Count: 1.5k

♡ Warnings: Dom/Sub, Riding, Rough sex, Hand Ties, Daddy Kink, Brat Reader

♡ Summary: Some attempted role reversal fun with Buck.

♡ Note: Dom/Sub drabble for the sthb square!! Having fun working through the bingo, prob my last one for a bit until insp strikes again tho

The first time you tried to dom Buck in the bedroom doesn’t go quite as you envisioned in your head. Rather than a domineering prescience able to make your boyfriend submit in pleasure, you were a stuttering mess of fumbling hands and heated cheeks.

Here you were, straddling this handsome, colossus of a man whose hands were currently tied above him to the bed. Ready and willing to follow your every command, completely at your mercy and it was all you could do to tell him to wipe the cheeky grin off his face.

“Stop that, Buck!” You whined, lightly slapping your hands to his bare chest and leveling him with your best glare. Which really was more of a soft puppy dog pout, rather than intimidating.

“I’m sorry, sweets. Won’t happen again,” he chuckled lightly, winking at you teasingly.

Buck couldn't help it really, he just found you so absolutely adorable, and had been interested to see how you would handle this since you suggested switching the roles up.

He loved dominating you, giving it to you just the way you liked it, and had never been in the opposite position nor wanted to. But, it was you, and he would give you whatever you wanted.

Even if you weren’t sure just how to take it.

“So, tell me baby, now that I’m at your mercy, what do you plan to do to me?” Buck prompted.

“I’m going to ride you, of course,” you huffed.

“Oh?” Buck challenged, cocking his head to the side, “are you sure about that my love? With my hands tied up like this, I can’t pound you up and down my cock like I usually do.”

You blinked a few times, gnawing on your lips subconsciously at the memory as the high of a past pleasure shot through you.

“S..So what? I’m perfectly able to ride you by myself, I don’t need you to guide me,” you stammered.

“Of course you don’t, you’re in charge here, aren’t you baby? Look at you, doing it so well.”

Buck’s cooed words of praise caused you to preen, a smile spreading across your lips.

Part of you wanted to vie for more praise, for him to tell you to be good in whatever he wanted so you could receive it.

Pushing that way, you let your hands slowly trial down the expanse of his chiseled chest, until you reached the white band of his dark gray boxers.

The evidence of his arousal was clear, as you could see the shadowed imprint of his thick bulge.

“Seems like you want me pretty bad, baby.”

“Desperately. I’d have you already if it weren’t for these damn ties.”

“Hey now, watch it,” you giggled at that as you swiftly moved off him for a moment and positioned yourself to his side so you could easily pull down his boxers.

Gripping the sides, you pulled the fabric down slowly, letting out a low whimper at the erotic sight of his fully erect cock popping out in its full glory.

Quickly tossing them to the side, your lustful eyes glued to it as you fought the urge to have a taste.

Usually, before riding Buck, he’d have you suck him off, telling you to show him with your tight little mouth how much you wanted it. Praising you, pulling on your hair and telling you to keep being so good for him.

How intoxicating.

So lost in your thoughts for a moment, you did not notice the growing impatience of your lover, who was not used to having to wait for what he wanted. He shifted under you, a slight grumble coming from him.

Your eyes flickered to his baby blues as you realized, a knowing look on your face.

“A little impatient are we?” You questioned coyly, crawling back on top of him and positioning yourself just in front of his dick. Tracing your hand on the sensitive skin surrounding the area rather than stroking him off like you know would please him.

Something flashed in his expression at that, the little nerve you’d worked up clicking on a switch for him.

“Am I, now? Because I’m pretty sure you were just fantasizing about my cock stuffed in your mouth, baby?” He rasped, letting out a dark chuckle, and suddenly, despite being on top of him and in control, a surge of submission rushed through you.

“I.. I wasn’t,” you mumbled, shaking your head as your mind jumbled. Damn him for throwing you off.

“You were. What have I told you about denying what you want?” He questioned, raising a thick blonde eyebrow.

“Not to, daddy.” Came your immediate response.

“Mhm, that’s right. Now, tell me, why am I fully naked, but you’re still wearing my shirt?”

“Oh,” you breathed, looking down at yourself in surprise. Honestly, you'd forgotten that you stripped off everything else before tying his wrists to the bed, but kept it on just to tease him.

“Take it off, now. I need to see you.”

You didn’t even hesitate to follow through with the order, hands flying to the bottom of your shirt and slipping it off, and throwing it to the side.

Buck swore, humming low in appreciation at the sight of your exposed chest. All of you so perfect, so smooth, and inviting. He wanted to touch every slope and curve of your body, mark you and remind you that you were his.

Bristling under the weight of his heated gaze, you awaited his next words, knowing that he was running this scene now. You didn’t mind in the slightest. The two of you could try reversing roles another time, you just wanted him to take control now and melt away.

“You’re so beautiful to me—so fucking sexy. Want you to ride me, now baby. Wanna feel your hot, tightness wrapped around my cock.”

Not needing to be told twice, you swiftly raised yourself up, gripping his cock with your left hand and languidly guiding it to meet your already sopping core. The anticipation too much for both of you.

A sharp gasp left you as the bulging head brushed against you, whimpering from the sensitivity as you sunk onto his cock, enveloping him inch by inch.

“Shit,” your boyfriend swore, the ties on his wrist straining as he tried to raise him up, wanting to sit up and wrap his hands around your ass. Make you slam down on his cock just the way you deserved.

Within seconds, his cock had fully disappeared into you, your breath slipping out of you in pants as you gave yourself a second to adjust to his size and the pleasurable sensations.

Buck didn’t seem to agree with your slow movements however.

“What do you think you’re doing brat? Start fucking yourself on me now,” He hissed, impatience laced in his voice.

‘Mmm,” you quivered, splaying your hands on his chest for support as you started slowly rolling your hips, building up your momentum.

“Y/N,” Buck warned lowly, and just with that you were moving, slowly raising yourself up on his thick length with a shudder before slamming back down. The lewd sounds of you sliding up and down his cock filled the air as you did so, the pleasure already intense as you found your rhythm and repeated the motion.

“That’s right baby, just like that,” He groaned out, his eyes glued to the sensual sight of you moving up and down his cock, pumping him like a velvet vise.

“Oh god, Buck, it’s too much.”

Everything about this situation drove you crazy. The feeling of Buck’s heated gaze drinking in your every move whilst restrained, but so clearly dying to touch you. The way he was desperately using his lower bottom strength to buck himself into you.

Instinctively, leaning back, your hands moved to your chest, fingers running over your own pert nipples in a bid to increase your pleasure.

You squeezed your eyes shut, allowing yourself to give it to the pure ecstasy of the moment. A wanton moan leaving your mouth as Buck’s cock hit you at just the right angle.

More, you wanted more, and it wasn’t until Buck suddenly shifted under you, that you realized he did too. Eyes tearing open, you gasped as Buck sat up, having freed himself from the cloth bindings without warning.

“Buck!” You called in surprise, as he wrapped his strong arms around you, placing them at your waist.

“I’m sorry baby, but I can’t resist touching you, fuck.” He whined, pulling you closer to him, with his back now against the bed board.

“Hmm,” you hummed, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “you might just be in trouble for that.”

He chuckled at that, a sly grin on his face. “I think it’s you whose in trouble now, sweetheart.”

Before you could give another cheeky reply, his hands moved down to your ass, and with a swift motion he gripped you tight, raising you up on his shaft and slamming you down like a rag doll.

Moan after moan split from you as Buck begun fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how good you were being for him and how he was so proud of you. The two of you losing yourself in the passion until there was just you and him, and nothing else mattered.

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