#video game fanfic

[athena-the-writer]

It’s Kratos being so soft for Faye that makes me fall even harder for him

[brownsugarwrites]

Under the cherry blossom tree.

Pairings: Knight!sub-zero (bi-han) x Black!outerworld princess!reader

warnings: none :) just fluff and a grumpy x sunshine trope. A little bit of slow burn .uh non canon au besties :). Reader has braids and is shorter than Bi-Han

Wc: 1.1k

Tagging: @chosoist cause she inspired me to watch and write for MK1!

The sound of your feet pattering on the floor could be heard throughout the halls of your home. With the impending war between outerworld and netherrealm your mother requested you be guarded at all times to insure your safety. Of course this upset you but you knew protesting this would not work.

Making your way into the throne room you silently thanked one of the servants for opening up the door for you. You saw your mother talking to Liu kang and one of the members of the Lin Kuai

"Thank you for trusting us your majesty" He said with a smile gracing his face

Hearing the doors open the attention was immediately put on you as you made your way down to your chair. Greeting you , you returned a sweet smile before sitting down.

"It's nice to finally meet you princess. Your mother has told me much about you." Liu kang would chirp at you. But the guy who was standing next to him looked like he didn't want to be there. Almost like he was forced (he was) to be there. He had a brooding personality and it didn't help his nose and mouth was covered by his blue mask so you couldnt make out his facial expressions.

"This is Bi-Han your highness, he will be protecting you until the war comes to a resolution."

Turning to look at your mother you smiled nervously before nodding your head at the arrangement.

You knew this was gonna be a long journey.

As the months went by the two of you went with out talking. Mainly because you were too shy/nervous in fear he would blow you off. You soon got over your nervousness by starting small and s greetinghim in the mornings and before you went to bed. Which he would respond with a head nod and a tiny smile you couldn't see due to his mask.

Little did you know he enjoyed doing your simple tasks with you such as going out to the garden to tend to your fruit trees before going over to the koi fish pond to feed the fish for the day. You learned to enjoy his company. You felt safe and comfortable around him even though little was said.

Per usual you got up for the day and met with Bi han in the living quarters where you greeted him with your sickeningly sweet good morning. Which he replied "Good Morning princess. How did you rest?"

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were more so worried about the way your stomach was filled with butterflies at his words and deep voice. Quickly snapping out of your thoughts you smiled and started to make small talk with him.

He may not exactly show it but he actually liked doing the mudane things you do in the day. Like watching you plant and take care of the fish which pulled on his heart strings a little.

But he would never let it show.

He noticed your nervousness and could tell you wanted to spark conversation with him so he decided to lower his guard and actually talk to you instead of giving you head nods every so often.

One day, he watched you struggle to pick the peach from the tree. He quickly stood behind you effectively reaching the peach and picking it off the tree. The two of you stared at each other as he brung his arm down to put the fruit in your basket. You gawked at his biceps flexing before clearing your throat to tell him thank you.

"Would you like to try one" you asked as the two of you went over to the bench under the cherry blossom tree (which was your favorite spot to sit in). Your peaches had finally ripen and you were excited to snack on them.

Pulling down his mask you finally got to see his full face and goodness was he beautiful under that mask.

Handing him the peach you smiled before grabbing one for yourself. Taking a bite you hummed in delight reveling in the taste of the sweet peach. Looking at Bi-Han take a bite of the peach you watched the way the juice dripped down his chin from the forceful bite. Looking down to meet your eyes he saw the hint of nervousness in your face.

"Thank you princess, I enjoyed it." He said to you with a small smile gracing his usual stern face.

Feeling those same butterflies you gave a shy smile before tucking your braids behind your ear before telling him "No problem"

As the days pass the two of you became closer and started to have lengthy conversations while sitting under the same cherry blossom tree sharing fruits.

About once every two months Liu Kang would come and check on Bi han while also bringing some of his new students he needed to train. You would watch from the balcony watching him and the students spar in the yard (while also kinda destorying everything in the process).

You couldn't help but to stare in awe at his fighting style. You knew Liu kang and your mother made the right decision to have him by your side. After his fight with who you learned to be kung lao his eyes made their way to yours watching you watch him on the balcony. Giving a small wave your cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment from his stare.

You were sure you were in love.

That same night you were preparing for bed. Putting on your night clothes and throwing your braids into a bun. Wanting to get some water to put on your bedside table you quietly walked to the kitchen to grab a cup. Pouring some into a cup and in a pitcher you began walking back to your room before hearing light footsteps coming behind you.

"Ah! Oh- Oh my goodness dont scare me like that." you said turning around slightly spilling some water on your clothes.

"My apologies princess. I just making sure you got back to your room safely."

Accepting his apologized you noticed his hair being down from its usual bun with some droplets of water dripping onto the ground. The two of you made your way back to your room before he set the pitcher of water on your table.

"You're a really good fighter" you complimented shyly

Hearing you he thanked you before making his way towards you slowly.

"Thanks for walking me back I guess. Get some rest ok?" you said looking up at his tall frame with your soft doe eyes

Bringing his hand to your chin your body quickly ran hot as your breaths became staggered. You felt his soft lips meet yours as his calloused hand went to your cheek to caresses it softly.

"Sleep well princess." He said after pulling away from you.

Giving a soft goodnight you watched him leave while closing your door. Smiling to yourself you sighed dreamily before getting in your bed for the night.

Yeah. You were definitely in love.

[starbandit]

Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview:  Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out. 

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor. 

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school. 

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship. 

 You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her. 

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!” 

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know. 

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining. 

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories. 

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?” 

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible. 

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture. 

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted. 

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly. 

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right? 

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors. 

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin. 

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready. 

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight. 

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out. 

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.” 

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan. 

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached. 

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed. 

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!” 

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other. 

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids. 

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.” 

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.” 

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already. 

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening? 

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows. 

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers. 

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out. 

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you. 

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off. 

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick. 

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.” 

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet. 

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you. 

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered. 

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?” 

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over. 

“Is this okay?” 

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly. 

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second. 

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?” 

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?” 

“I asked first.” 

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.” 

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip. 

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked. 

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together. 

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered. 

“I’d be stupid to say no.” 

[blackpanda48]

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE!

Can someone give me some ideas bc I don't know what to write?! TvT So please help me!!!

I found this picture on Pinterest and I think it looks pretty. So until I get an idea what to write I post this picture. Hopefully I'm going to have an idea soon.

[horrorlove14]

Hello!!! I just started Lies of P and I was wondering if I could get a one shot of Pinocchio having a crush on the reader who is a companion on his adventures. She has two daggers and a katana as her weapons and is ready to lay down her life for Pinocchio even though he fears losing her. He gets nervous when the reader scouts ahead before going on their next adventure. One night, he gets very cuddly and wrapped his arms around the reader to keep her close and presses kisses wear he can reach. Fluffy please!! Thank you in advance!

Aww, that's a great request. I'll do my best to fulfil it.

The living puppet, Pinocchio, encounters a young woman named Y/N during his adventures through the ruined city of Krat, where he witnesses her battle against a horde of robotic puppets with her weapons.

After she finished battling them, she ended up collapsing due to exhaustion, and Pinocchio took her to his safe place to let her rest until she regained her energy and strength.

He noticed that she was injured after noticing the blood stains on her clothing, so he treated them carefully without waking her and carefully observing her with various questions regarding herself.

Once she had woken up, she looked at her bandages and gently asked him if he was the one who treated her injuries, and he replied with a yes. She thanks him, and the two introduced themselves before she asked him to let herself join him on his journey because she wanted to repay him for his help.

He lets her join him because he finds her to be quite skilled with her weapons and strength after seeing her fight and also finds her attractive based on her soft beauty despite her injuries.

As the duo goes through Krat during their journey, fighting against the puppets while being pursued by the 4 masked fiends who seemed to want Pinocchio dead and making new allies such as Lampwick, lady Sophia and Eugenia.

Pinocchio starts to develop new feelings towards Y/N that he couldn't seem to comprehend at first because it only occurred whenever he was around Y/N and the new allies tell him that he's in love with her.

One day, Y/N had gone scouting ahead of everyone to look around for any clearing void of any enemies. This had caused a panic within the group, especially with Pinocchio, because he fears of losing her after acknowledging his feelings towards her.

Luckily, Y/N was found to be safe and unharmed by everyone , and she explained that she was just simply looking for a clear route so they could proceed without issue.

Later that evening, everyone settled down in their new safe place to rest after a long day of battle against enemies and so. Pinocchio decided to build up his courage to confess to Y/N, so he went to her to find her polishing her daggers before making himself known, which caught her attention.

After letting him in, she puts away her weapons in a safe area. Pinocchio suddenly clings onto her to feel the warmth and softness of her body before placing soft kisses on her forehead, face, and lips, which made her blush a lot before Pinocchio confesses his feelings towards her.

Needless to say, Y/N returns his feelings as she is also in love with him, and the two spend the evening with him gently holding her in his arms in bed as he feels his mechanical heart beating fast in his chest knowing that his feelings of love towards her has been fulfilled and hope to become fully human just for her.

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[aesopsharpmybeloved]

A few screenshots I took yesterday

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sunny in some omori merch :]

[scrollsaplenty]

Developing Feelings in the Underdark

Here's another little one-shot of my OC - Mara - and Astarion's developing relationship.

No trigger warnings.

Enjoy!

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Mara smiled and playfully nudged the pale elf, “Come on. Let’s get back to camp before the others wake up and come looking for us. If you behave yourself, I may even allow you to drink from me.” 

“Excuse me,” Astarion scoffed as he rose to his feet and extended a hand to Mara, “I am always a perfect gentleman. Come on let’s go. I need to feed and I don’t want an audience.” 

The Underdark was freezing. 

Even wrapped in a thick wool cloak and sitting beside the fire, Mara could not drive the numbing cold from her body. Desperately, Mara rubbed her hands together and blew against her frozen fingertips as a chill ran down her spine. Mara missed the comfort and familiarity of their old camp. The gentle sound of the river crashing against the sandy shores, the warm spring breeze that tousled her hair at night, and staring into the stars to fall asleep. 

Of course, the Underdark was beautiful in its own right. But it was a dark dangerous beauty. Everything was a beautiful threat; from the bright pastel bioluminescent mushrooms to the natives. It was hard to relax in a place that would devour you the moment you let your guard down. 

But the worst part was the chill that ran through the Underdark. It was worse at night when the party attempted to relax. 

“Shitty excuse for a sorcerer,” Mara muttered as she conjured a small fireball and held it in her hands, “Can’t even think of a single warming spell.” 

The small fireball radiated enough heat to thaw Mara’s frozen fingers. She let out a satisfied sigh and smiled. Mara tilted her head back resting against the thick mushroom stem she was sitting against. The stem was rubbery and covered with a thin layer of lilac velvet fibers that felt similar to the tapestries lining the walls of her bedroom in the Upper City.

The rest of the party slept a few feet away from Mara. Shadowheart dragged her bedroll closer to Karlach to absorb some of the Tiefling’s heat. Shadowheart wrapped herself in a heavy blanket and didn’t bother to change out of her armor for the added warmth. Karlach’s infernal engine glowed a dull red and raided enough heat to keep her comfortable. Karlach slept in her camp clothes on top of her bedroll, blissfully ignorant of the bone-chilling cold the rest fo the party experienced. Mara imagined the cold air felt amazing for Karlach. 

Her eyes fluttered to Astarion’s empty bedroll. After Karlach and Shadowheart were fast asleep, Astarion said he was going hunting and left. That was a little over two hours ago and though she would never admit it, Mara was growing worried. Mara knew Astarion was more than capable of taking care of himself, but this was the Underdark. 

Memories of the Gur monster hunter tugged on Mara’s mind. She nervously chewed on her lower lip as the memory replayed in her mind. Cazador’s influence extended to a putrid bog in the middle of nowhere. If that monster could send one lone monster hunter after Astarion, what would stop Cazador from sending more? 

Panic began bubbling in Mara’s stomach as her imagination ran wild. Mara dismissed the fireball and scrambled to her feet. She grabbed her daggers and quietly crept out of camp in the direction Astarion disappeared hours ago. 

Mara found a pair of light footprints in the mud and followed the trail to the water's edge. After a few moments of searching, Mara found Astarion perched on a rock overlooking the dark purple waters of the underground lake. Astarion seemed to be lost in thought as he twirled one of his twin daggers in his hand.

But he appeared to be unharmed. 

Mara let out a sigh of relief. Mara’s shoulders dropped and her heart stopped beating against her chest as she quietly approached the rock. 

“You should be back at camp keeping watch,” Astarion sneered as Mara sat beside him. 

“You were taking too long,” Mara muttered as she pulled her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. 

A comfortable silence fell between the pair as they watched dull lights flicker off the lake’s quiet surface. The Arcane Tower loomed over the lake in the far distance as did the skeleton of the long-forgotten village. Fire beetles flew along the water’s surface before landing on massive branches of Barrelstalk protruding from the water. The distant hum of the Circle’s song echoed in the peaceful darkness. It was beautiful. 

In moments of silence like this, Mara was reminded of how deeply she used to long for freedom like this. Just weeks earlier, Mara was trapped in her father’s manor, watched like a prisoner by his guards and the Guild, and she was desperate for freedom. All she had for company were books and Kethan.

Now she was free. Parasite aside, this was the happiest point in her life. Mara was certain she could die this very moment a happy woman because she experienced more life in the past few weeks than she ever had in twenty-five years. Mara had friends, she took a lover, she broke free of one of her shackles, and embraced the magic she spent years fearing. 

Living - truly living - was intoxicating and Mara wanted more. 

Mara wanted to walk the same streets in Neverwinter that her mother once walked. She wanted to feel passion, she wanted to command the magic inside her to reign fire upon their enemies, she wanted to dance carefree with her friends once more, and she wanted to fall in love. 

Mara could be satisfied with the sliver of life she experience these past few weeks, but she desperately wanted more. 

Astarion noticed Mara far off in thought. A small crease formed between her dark brows as her golden-speckled blue eyes gazed across the water's surface. He also noticed Mara shivering. 

“Go back to camp and sit by the fire. I can hear your teeth chattering,” Astarion flicked a small pebble into the water. 

Mara shook her head and pulled her cloak tighter around herself, “The others are fine. I just want to sit here for a moment and think.” 

Once again silence fell between the pair. Astarion watched Mara out of the corner of his eye. Mara was losing hold of the woman she once was; the scared noble who was terrified by her own magic was slipping away. Astarion could see the confidence building inside Mara, and a part of him envied the young-half elf. 

She was breaking free from her chains, and as happy as Astarion was it terrified him. A more confident Mara meant she may not turn to him as much, wouldn’t confide in him as much, and he would lose his sway over him. 

It meant Mara may not need him. 

The building feelings Astarion still refused to acknowledge bubbled in the pit of his stomach. He hated himself for being worried that Mara would abandon him. Astarion replayed how fiercely she defended him to the others after he bit her in his mind. 

Astarion couldn’t let her abandon him - he needed Mara. 

“Perhaps I was too quick to turn away your company,” Astarion smoothed his voice and silently stepped into his familiar seductive character. He turned towards Mara and frowns at her shivering. He shrugs off his cloak and drapes it over Mara’s small frame. 

“There,” he says as he engulfs her smaller form in the cloak, “I can’t have my favorite little sorceress freezing, can I?” 

A soft gentle smile appeared on Mara’s face, “Won’t you be cold without your cloak?” 

Astarion shook his head as he moved to sit closer beside Mara, “No, the cold doesn’t affect me the way it affects others. You see, it’s one of the many benefits of my,” he paused for a moment to consider his choice of words, “condition.” 

Mara’s smile slipped from her face as her fingers gripped the heavy cloak tighter. She nervously chewed her lower lip before mustering to the courage to speak, “Thank you, Astarion.” 

Astarion loathed how he melted at the sound of his name on Mara’s lips. He despised himself for the dull ache in the pit of his stomach. The selfish part of him hated that Mara dug her way into his thoughts, into his feelings. 

“Consider it payment for the times you allowed me to dine on that delicious neck of yours,” Astarion replied as he flashed her a seductive smile. 

“You owe me nothing for that,” Mara’s voice was soft and sciencere, “You needed it, so I helped you.” 

Astarion hated how helpful Mara insisted on being. Whether it was a thieving child or a captured gnome, Mara extended her kindness to whoever needed it. She did it without expecting anything in return. She did it all while fearing they would think her a monster if they saw the magic inside her. 

“Stop being so nice. The hasn’t been kind to you. Why do you insist on showing everyone kindness when you receive little in return?” Astarion grumbled as a gentle breeze rushed through the pair. The wind carried her scent and it was like a drug for Astarion. 

Mara sat silently for a moment pondering his question. She hated how right Astarion was; the world offered Mara very little in terms of kindness. She never knew the love of a parent, was lied to and manipulated her whole life, and kept as a prisoner in her own home. The first time she successfully breaks free of Ilidan’s clutches sent  her right into the waiting arms of Mind Flayers, and now she was on a hunt to remove a parasite that would surly kill her. Mara had no rease to show the world any kindness, yet it was the obvious choice at every turn. 

Mara was determined not to posin herself against the world and show the world every ounce of kindness it denied her. 

“You’re right, I have no reason to show strangers the kindness I do. But it makes me happy,” Mara twirled her mothers ring around her finger, “I can’t become the monster my father made me believe I was. If I let my anger and resentment consumer me, then he wins.” 

Astarion heard the determination in her voice and chose not to push Mara on the subject. Instead, he filled his mind with images of the gloriously evil ways he would destroy Ilidan the moment he set eyes on the elf. 

“Well then,” Astarion sighed as he leaned back, “Then I guess I’ll have to stick around to keep the world from devouring you. I can’t have my favorite midnight snack being taken advantage of.” 

Mara smiled and playfully nudged the pale elf, “Come on. Let’s get back to camp before the others wake up and come looking for us. If you behave yourself, I may even allow you to drink from me.” 

“Excuse me,” Astarion scoffed as he rose to his feet and extended a hand to Mara, “I am always a perfect gentleman. Come on let’s go. I need to feed and I don’t want an audience.” 

Mara allowed Astarion to pull her to her feet and the pair began walking back to camp.

Both attempted to ignore their building feelings for each other. 

[thegirlwiththeblush]

Drifter

Deacon St. John x Reader

1.5k words

Warnings: Language

Special thanks to my dearest @vorsdany for proof-reading and editing 😌🫶🏼

please excuse my lack of talent :D but i hope you enjoy

It had been months since I’d given up counting the time that had passed since the infection began. It had been at least two years, maybe even closer to three, but there was no point in keeping track of time anymore. Without a schedule to keep, every day was the same: wake up and maintain the very basics of staying alive.

I’d managed to stay hidden in my family’s cabin in the woods all this time, eating fruit and vegetables grown in our garden (it truly was a miracle – how I’d managed to keep any of it alive), and the occasional small game I could catch without attracting freakers and swarmers. I’d lost all my family to the freakers; somehow, I’d stayed hidden and escaped.

Some days I wished I hadn’t.

I’d had little to no contact with the outside world since, only taking in the occasional civilian or refugee, usually on their way to a camp nearby. Every one of those on their way to 'sanctuary’ would encourage me to join them, insisting that there was safety in numbers and that being a part of a community would be so much better for me. With every such statement, I’d refused adamantly; I had it good here, and I wasn’t about to risk that by joining a bunch of strangers in a post-apocalyptic world. I got by, and that was enough for me.

That was, until an Anarchist army finally stumbled across my hideaway. They’d burned it down without hesitation, and I’d barely woken in time to the smell of smoke and the sound of triumphant shouts. Sprinting away from their molotovs and sniper rifles, I’d escaped with nothing to call my own. I was alone, with no way to defend myself, and nowhere to call home.

So here I was, losing track of the days since the attack – who knew if it had been days, weeks, or more – and sleeping in bushes when I could. I was starving, scavenging berries and mushrooms that I knew to be harmless, drinking from reservoirs and praying that dysentery wouldn’t come to plague me along with the rest of the world. I knew there was a good chance I was losing my mind, but I struggled on, as if I had a fighting chance.

That was, until the day I met the Drifter.

I was searching an abandoned car, as I often did, hoping for medical supplies or something that could sustain me in any way. Clambering into the front passenger seat, I shut the door behind me, like a fool, as if it would protect me. Opening and shutting the glove box and center console, I heard the throaty screeches of freakers in the distance, but disregarded them without even glancing up, presuming that they were far off by the volume.

The sharp screech of claws on metal sounded above me, snatching my attention with a jolt. My gaze shot upwards as my heart raced in my chest, and the sight around me drew a choking sob from my throat. About a dozen freakers surrounded the vehicle, clambering to get inside to me, their grotesque bodies writhing in delight at the sight of fresh meat. Judging from the screams I’d heard earlier, there were most likely more coming, and there was no way I could hold off a horde from getting in. I’d been an idiot to think I could make it on my own, and now I was going to pay the price in the most terrifying way.

Over the howling of the freakers, I barely heard the roaring engine of a motorcycle approaching, drawing the gaze of about half of the swarm. I stole a glance over my shoulder and caught sight of a lone figure approaching on his battered vehicle, a pistol in one hand, which he was lining up to the closest creature. I winced as he fired, and didn’t quite catch his wisecrack as he slid off the bike and ran into the midst of the throng. He grabbed a baseball bat covered in nails from a collection of weapons strapped to his back, and swung it in all directions, giving a war cry with each kill.

One particularly burly freaker grabbed him from behind, stopping him in his warpath. His shouts of pain awoke me from my reverie, and I scrambled around in search of some kind of weapon. Scouring each compartment, I found an old flashlight in the driver’s side door, and turned back to my door, ready to assist.

Another freaker stood at my window staring me down, its blood-red eyes gazing down at me hungrily. It shrieked, temporarily deafening me, but before I could freeze up in panic, I grabbed the door handle. As I yanked it, I booted the door open with all my might, throwing the freaker back with a yelp. I clambered out of the car, gripping the flashlight tightly and heading for the Drifter and his attacker. Standing up to my full height, I swung the makeshift weapon at the freaker’s head, momentarily dazing him long enough for the drifter to get free and swing his bat round, carefully avoiding me. Clocking the hefty monster, he breathed a sigh of relief as it fell to the ground with a loud thump.

“Good riddance, motherfuckers,” he murmured to himself, before turning his attention to me. His voice was deep, somewhat husky, and now that I could fully take in his features, I was somewhat taken aback. He was roguishly handsome, a half-unkempt beard lining his round jawline. His hazel eyes were softer now that he wasn’t on guard, and his dark hair was covered by a backwards cap. He looked down at me, checking me for injury; a rather awkward task given his height. “Are you alright?” he asked gruffly. “You shouldn’t be alone out here in the shit.”

I blinked at this, the memories of the last few days hitting me like a brick wall. The anxiety I’d felt at being alone and unprotected slowly dissipated; this Drifter felt safe, trustworthy. I wondered if he’d let me stay with him.

“Um...” He stepped awkwardly from one foot to another, and I realized I’d been gazing at him in awe and avoiding the question.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” I stammered. “Just a little shaken. I know I shouldn’t be, but...” I hung a hand from my neck shyly. “I kinda have nowhere else to go.”

“Listen, there are plenty of camps nearby that’ll take you in,” he explained, and I bit my lip at the familiar spiel. Given my circumstances, however, it was suddenly sounding a lot more appealing. “I can give you directions to any of them, but, you’d have to promise me you’ll go.”

I raised an eyebrow at this, squinting up at him. “Why so serious?”

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, do you not remember what happened just five minutes ago, when I came across you, helpless and alone and about to become freaker feed?”

I allowed myself a chuckle at this, and while he didn’t laugh, his eyes softened even more and the corners of his lips turned upwards in a cocky half-smile.

“Alright, alright, I promise,” I assured him, nodding in resignation. “Where’s the nearest one?”

“That’d be Lost Lake, about half a mile south of here,” he replied, gesturing vaguely in the direction. He hesitated before shuffling again on his feet. “I was actually on my way there myself, if you’d want a ride. Unless,” he waved his hands around dramatically, “you’re afraid of stranger danger and all that.”

“I wouldn’t say we’re strangers when you just saved my life,” I pointed out. “Besides, I’ve been walking non-stop for the last little while. My legs could use a break.”

I couldn’t believe those words had just come out of my mouth with such confidence. It was true, the Drifter seemed to pose the very opposite of a threat, but getting on a bike with a man I’d just met, and who I felt increasingly drawn to, did seem-

“Alright then, let’s get on the road,” he replied without hesitation, strolling back over to his bike and waving me over. I followed tentatively, glancing his bike over as if I knew anything about motor vehicle safety. It looked fairly sturdy. To my very limited knowledge.

He straddled the bike, settling down in the seat and raising his eyebrows as he looked up at me, waiting. His biceps flexed slightly as he gripped the handlebars, and I jerked my gaze away, a little too obvious, I assumed from his resultant small smirk. I climbed on behind him, and after he glanced back at me, wrapped my arms around his waist, my forearms pressed against his toned torso. I gulped back any possible accidental comments or vocal reactions and did my best to relax as he started up the engine.

“I never even asked,” he yelled as he kicked into gear and accelerated, “what’s your name?”

The wind began whipping my hair in my face as we sped up, and I introduced myself in as loud a voice as I could muster. “What about you?”

“Deacon St. John,” he replied, skidding around a corner and leading me to hold on to him tighter. “You can call me Deacon.”

I smiled. Deacon. It was a good name. And with that, I fully relaxed into him as he drove me away to safety.

[the-fae-tricked-me]

There is a sickening lack of days gone content on this app, both in terms of tags, posts, and fics. How did we stray so far from God?

[phandomtaleweaver]

“Chien de Garde”

No parings, fluff, humor, 700+ words

New to the team, Finka always get the feeling she’s being watched when she talks to Doc, Monty might be able to tell her why

(Please don’t come at me for my French or Russian, I used google translate)

Only a week after the team had returned from Truth and Consequences, Finka visited Doc in the med bay for the first time. The conversation had been innocuous, some follow up about the Chimera Virus. The doctor had been working in the main area of the med bay, rather than his office. After leaving Lera couldn’t shake the feeling that she and the doctor were being watched. Nothing terribly sinister, just the simple feeling of being observed. Thinking back, Finka didn’t remember seeing anyone else in there, as Jäger, the only patient, had moved back to his own room, where he was far more comfortable.

Over the next couple of weeks Lera noticed the same feeling, but only when she was talking to Doctor Kateb. She thought about asking him about it, or Oliver, except the latter might start a fight. Finally, after three weeks, Lera had had enough, so she approached the next closest person to Gustave to see if he knew anything: Gilles “Montagne” Toures.

She approached him one quiet evening in the common room. Most other operators were doing their own things elsewhere or had gone out to the pub for a pint and Lera and Gilles were virtually alone in the common area. Gilles sat on a couch reading a book titled Le Comte de Monte-Cristo. She sat on a chair catty corner to him and he looked up.

“Um, hello, Toures, I hope I’m not interrupting your reading.”

The older man chuckled, a rich, warm sound and shook his head. He then inclined his head for her to continue.

“I have an odd question, but one I don’t know who else to ask,” she watched his face for any adverse reaction, but none came. He merely maintained his previous warm expression, waiting patiently for her to continue. “Do you ever feel like you're being watched when you talk to Doctor Kateb?”

The Frenchman looked incredulous then seemed to think for a moment. “Non,” he finally responded. “But I may know what you are-” he paused searching for the word “-signifier, oh, what you mean.” He stopped speaking, realizing his faulty English was probably hard to understand. “I know, what the feeling you have, I understand it. You are aware of Gustave’s “Chien de Garde”. His, uh, guard dog.”

“His guard dog?”

“Oui, I can introduce you.”

“Why not?” Lera chuckled, still slightly confused.

Gilles stood and beckoned for her to follow him, “Viens.”

The two walked to the med bay together in companionable silence, and a bit of anticipation on Lera’s part. Upon arriving Lera saw the med bay looked empty, aside from the doctor organizing something. The minute they were fully in the room, the CBRN specialist felt like she was being watched.

“Bonsoir, Docteur,” Gilles greeted.

“Salut, vieil ami. добрый вечер, Lera. What brings the two of you here so late? Not an injury I hope.”

“Non,” Gilles smiled, with just the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes. “Lera wanted to meet your Chien de Garde.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes and shook his head. “He is in my office if you wish to speak with him.” He turned back to what he was doing.

“Not any more,” a voice said from the doorway of the aforementioned office. Lera looked and there stood Dominic Brunsmeir. Lera had never met the man formally, but he had been waiting for the team when they had returned from T&C, only to remain at Jager’s side till he was released back to his own room. She had heard jokes and whispers about him possibly being a drug dealer, though she doubted that. She realized in that moment that his intense blue eyes observing her was the feeling she had felt all those times talking with the doctor.

“I don’t see why you find it necessary to terrorize everyone, Dom,” Gustave sighed, breaking the silence.

“I'm not terrorizing anyone, artz, just keeping you company,” the German smiled, attempting to look innocent and failing.

“You are as good at keeping me company as Tania would be, you just like to lurk,” the doctor shot him a faux glare. Then turning to Lera he continued. “He hangs around me to make sure no one bullies me, though I don't need it. I think he just likes to scare people, hence the nickname Gilles and Julien have given him: Chien de Garde.”

[athena-the-writer]

Slight smut in a way where Kratos finds a Female reader in the woods while traveling in a pond or hot spring and he kind of lingers for just a bit and the reader 'senses him' and invites him in. He asks her about her powers or how she was able to tell and the reader confesses to having abilities to sense not only people but their powers and emotions on well. You can decide where this leads

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Warnings: sex, outdoor/public sex, casual sex (?), strangers to lovers kind of like a one night stand (OR IS IT????), some kind of dirty talk (??), language, sexual sarcasm….I made that up thats not a word

Note: I tried to look for any accurate Norse mythical creatures (I.e fairies, river nymphs) but I didn’t find any that were accurate to their history or culture so I just kinda made one up. Also, I make a lot of these fics without Atreus just with respect to the original plot and their story. However future works will include them.

Genre: smut, female reader

It was an autumn afternoon, and the forest was full of orange, red, and yellow leaves. They painted the skies and the ground with the change in seasons. Kratos was out for a hunt while and some firewood with his hunt of 2 deer. This hunt would provide him food for about a months worth if he rations them out correctly. No matter how much of a warrior he was, he still needed food and water, and at the moment he needed a drink quickly.

He found a small pond, it was small enough to not have any dangers but big enough to have fresh water, it even had a small waterfall on one side. As he took a drink he made sure to stay aware of his surroundings, as he filled a vase of water to take back with him he had noticed something- someone….

He carefully and quietly stood up to have a better look. The figure was underneath the waterfall, letting the water run over their head. As the figure turns the silhouette of breasts, a feminine figure comes into view. He lowers his guard just a bit but continues to watch and walk away if they had any other plans. Your hands trail from the threads of your hair down your body, cupping your breasts, down your sides, almost seductively.. almost as if you knew he was watching.

"if you're going to watch me, you should at least come and join me," you say over your shoulder. He said nothing and still stood his ground. You sink back into the water of the pond and swim over in his direction. Your shoulders and just the top of your breasts are above the water as you look up at him from the water. You gave a sweet and innocent yet scandalous smile

“And just what or who are you?” He asks

“That’s a good question…I am Y/N and I don’t know exactly myself” you chuckle “ever since I was young I was able to sense the power and emotions of others. Particularly those who hold tremendous power. And you are not short of powerful.” You smirk at him “now come and join me because I can also sense emotions such as sadness, anger, happiness….arousal…” it was true.

You were never explained the nature of your powers or where they come from. You don’t even know if you were some mystical creature or a god or a witch. However, your powers came in handy and you never complained of the and used them to your advantage. In both survival and everyday living and travel. You turn and head back into the waterfall where you let the water cascade over your body again. If he wanted to join you he could if not then do long to him.

Kratos was about to leave but after a long journey, he said to Hell with it and stripped himself of his clothes, and stepped into the pond. The water was refreshing but not too cold and very relaxing after a long he’d journey on foot. You smirk to yourself and turn to face him but stay in your spot

“So stranger tell me about yourself?” You tilt your head wanting to know more about the man with the strange tattoo.

“I simply travel for my survival. Gather food and resources.” He said simply

“Oh come on, there should be more to a god such as yourself.” You were that good huh, you already knew he was a god. “A god from another land for that matter as well. I’ve run into many from other lands but there is something different about you. What’s your name?”

“Kratos…I come from a land far from here and I have left my past behind me.”

“Hm, well I’m sure you had good reason to leave just be careful with the other gods and beasts you may run into here”

“Other than yourself?” He remarks

“He has a sense of humor does he?” You chuckle coming closer to him “you are a strange one I must say. You’re very calm yet tense but also something else… something passionate, lustful yet, deprived.”

You approach him slowly and settle in front of him “tell me are there any limits? Boundaries or desires…Kratos?” You ask

“may I touch you?” You ask as your hand haves closer to his shoulder

“Mmm” he hums and you take it as a good sign to touch him. You lay your hand against his skin. His skin was rough possibly from the years of travel and training..possibly war. His form was also hard and well sculpted, it was difficult not to stare or to keep touching him. Your hand caresses his shoulder to try and sense a deeper feeling of any kind of emotion from him. Even in the slightest, you had felt a sliver of grief even sadness in the stoic man. You wondered just what he had been through, where he came from who he was before this moment….

“Look you can probably tell what I’m going for here but I don’t know if you’re going for the same thing. I could make this a night for you to forget your anger, and regret any negative thoughts you have, even for a moment.”

“….” He says nothing as he pulls you into his side causing you to quietly yelp “I will entertain this for the night but know this may be the first and last time you see me.” He said in a serious tone

"There's first and last for everything...isn't there?" you ask coming as close as possible to straddle his lap. You guide his hands to run from your thighs, up to your hips, your waist and to come and cup your breasts. His hands instinctively give them a squeeze. One of his hands wraps around your waist to come flush against his body.

"Have you-"

"Had sex? Yes. You don't have to treat me like a delicate flower." you smirk at him. Turning around your straddle him backward lifting your ass slightly out of the water. Slowly you lower yourself onto his large cock.

Gods it felt amazing. The slight sting of being stretched, being filled up... you had never met before, and yet, he fit nearly perfectly.

"Ah, Kratos! Damn ...you feel so good" After sitting down until you were full to the brim. His low grunts of pleasure sent a shiver up your spine. His hands crawl their way up your body to squeeze your breasts. He brings your back flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you. Your wet skin is exposed to the cold night air but in contrast to his body heat against your back, it was just a whole new sensation.

(smash the O button)

"Mmm, so...so big" you moan into his ear seductively. The man of very few words flips you over to have you lean over the edge of the pond. He finds a steady pace, rough yet not enough to break you. Not much was said by the stoic god, but his breathing and grunts were enough to know what he was feeling

"Oh, Kratos! Right there!" you moan as you ride him back. His rough hands grip your hands keeping you in rhythm with his strokes. As for Kratos, it had been a while since he had been intimate with someone. This felt familiar but also totally unique. You tighten around him perfectly and take him with ease. This only made him much more aroused and nearly ready to finish.

"You know...I can tell you're strong. What if you could-ah!" you were suddenly lifted into the air and held up with ease by the god.

His cock was still buried deep inside. This new angle made you meet your end within 2 strokes. “Mmm, oh gods…that was…” Kratos was not done. Not yet

He kept pumping you up and down his shafts you felt yourself become overstimulated but you just felt too good to even consider wanting to stop. He filled you just so perfectly

“Ah! R-right there Kratos! Ah!” You whimper out as your head falls back. His lips come and meet your hard buds. His tongue working magic on the sensitive buds. His beard slightly scratching your skip as he sucked your nipples. You begin to feel him pulse inside of you

“I won’t-“

“No.” You interrupt him “Do it inside please”you felt your second wave coming on and it was just as strong as the last one

“Oh Kratos! Please cum! Cum inside me!” You cry out feeling the knot in your stomach tightening “oh! yes! AH right there!” You cry out as you both finally reach your highs together. He sits down in the pond once again with you still on him. He slips out almost agonizingly slowly. You guess the rumors were true about gods really having it all.

“Wow…that was…amazing…” you pant “what about you? Did you like it?”

“..it was…enjoyable” he says letting his head rest back just bit but staying guarded as usual

“Will I ever see you again?” You ask as you try to meet his eyes however he kept them in the water. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in talking. However he was on a long journey.

“Perhaps you will. The chances are still low.” He answered gruffly

“That’s good enough me” you smirk as you finally climb off his lap. You could already tell you’d be sore by the next day. “We’ll being the god you are based on your demeanor you’re probably gonna leave huh? Not even wait until morning” you chuckle already reading him well enough.

“Yes” he said not even trying to hide his answer “the longer I stay, the further behind j will be” he said starting the stand to get out of the pond. He gets dressed and you couldn’t help but stare and admire him for all he is

“We’ll this sexual experience has left a mark on this pond kratos.”

“Hm” he grunts as belts and ropes are heard.

“…you know maybe I could-“ you turn to tell him something and the man was gone. How could someone of his size be so quiet and fast??? However he did leave behind a cloak of fur for you to wear when you came out.

You were fully aware this was a sexual encounter and most likely would never meet against. Yet this was such a nice touch you couldn’t help but hope to see him again ones day.

[brownsugarwrites]

Poundcake.

✰ pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x black!fem!reader

✰ warnings: none! fluff with a liddol bit of suggestive content. reader cooks soul food (no debate)

✰ a/n: this was soooooo yummy to write! I hope I can write more ghost in the future I love this man.

There was a click of the knob at the door. “He’s home, you thought, eyes coming away from the TV as you stood behind the stove.

Hearing the door perch open, you hear his heavy boots stepping into the house as the smell of pound cake infiltrates his nose.

“I'm guessing my princess is in the kitchen, right?”

“Hi, baby!!!” You greeted him gleefully before shuffling your feet towards him and hugging him. Firm arms wrapped around your thick waist, crushing you slightly.

“I missed you around here,” you told him, pouting as he gave you a light pat on your head.

“I missed ya too, sweetheart. Food smells divine,” he compliments

You blush a little as you give a little thanks, telling him you’d been cooking all day for him, waiting for him to get back

It was something you started to do for him about a year into actually living with each other, and now that you were engaged, it became a habit

“Well, I'm going to make me a plate-“ he started

Your face scrunched up in disgust. He knows you make him shower before he can eat.

“Simon…. I dont know why you come up in this house acting brand new. You know to get in the shower before you sit at the table,” you responded with attitude, popping your hip out.

“But sweetheart-“ he began

“But sweetheart, nothing. Get cleaned up and put your clothes in the laundry room. Your plate will be ready when you come downstairs.”

Huffing like a child, he took his bag and lugged himself up the stairs to get into his house clothes.

As you watched him go up the stairs, you quickly turned your attention back to the oven, opening it to take the cake out to let it cool.

While he showered, you set the tray tables and queued the TV to another episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta.

About a good hour later, you turned your head to the heavy footsteps that came down the stairs to meet you in the living room.

You watched as his shirt clung to his body, showcasing his physique. To you, he looked a little more...fluffy than usual. You noticed in his abdominal area he was losing some defintation. Which you found cute and a little sexy, knowing he could still probably fold you into a pretzel while fucking you.

"What do you want on your plate, big boy?" you asked playfully, a smile gracing your face.

His cheeks were turning pink as he told you he was okay to make his own plate.

"Si, you've been gone for four months. What makes you think I'm not going to make your first plate back?" you said, standing up and going to meet him where he was at

"tell me what you want," you said, looking up at him so innocently

What he wanted was to take you upstairs and have his face in your cunt till the sun rose until he heard his stomach growling.

"A little bit of everything is fine, princess," he told you, hands moving down your waist, effectively cupping your ass with his big hands.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from him, going to the kitchen to make you and his plate.

Coming into the living room with the warm, fragrant food, you sat it before him as he drooled over it.

"lemme get you something to drink, ok," you said before scurrying to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water and a pop.

Seeing that he had already started eating his food, you giggled as you watched him stuff his face full.

"Is it good?" you joked, plopping down next to him and giving him his drink.

"Spectacular," he managed to get out before taking another bite

Pressing play on the TV, the two of you watched Real Housewives as y'all ate. Once Simon was finished, he sat back on the couch, rubbing his stomach in content

"You're gonna make me fat with all this good cookin', princess." he laughed

"Good!" you smiled at him

Seeing his eyes get heavy, you knew the food was sitting in, and he was getting the itis.

"You want a piece of pound cake, big boy?" you asked, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.

"No, thank you, sweetheart." he simply stated before cuddling you on the couch. "Thank you for the food, my love. I'm happy to be home." 

[thefanficmonster]

hi ! can you write jacob custos being jealous/angry when his girlfriend starts hanging out more & more with someone else, please

Aww my baby Jacob 🥺🥺🥺 Definitely sweetie! Hope you enjoy 💕

Childish Idiocy

Pairing: Jacob Custos x Reader (Female) [The Quarry]

Warnings: Jealousy, Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor

Summary: see request above

Jacob had been pestering Y/N all of May to join him in working at Hackett's Quarry. She'd originally had plans to work elsewhere and closer to the college she's been planning to go to but when those plans fell through, she'd overjoyed her boyfriend by asking him to put in a good word for her with the owners of the camping grounds and the resort in hopes of finding a spot among the summer staff.

Needless to say, Jacob wouldn't have taken no for an answer even if Chris Hackett's answer had been 'no'.

Although they had been hoping to take on the same responsibilities, their expectations weren't fulfilled. Instead, because of her culinary expertise, she'd found a spot in the kitchen alongside another guy who'd proven skilled in that field named Nick.

The two made fast friends, forming a strong - but still platonic - bond over their work and interests. In fact, she's been like an older sister to him, mentoring him through easier culinary strategies and crushes he can't confess.

Too bad Jacob fails to see that factor.

Rightfully so. If the other counselors hadn't known him and Y/N are dating, they'd definitely arise dating rumors of Nick and Y/N. All would be terribly wrong, but they wouldn't be entirely to blame - what meets the eye seems a lot more romantic than platonic. Poor Abi would agree too.

Jacob took it harder than her though. And showed it in a very out-of-character way that alerted Y/N to his change of mood right away.

The super friendly, happy, himbo teddy bear started being much colder towards you. Sitting next to Dylan instead of you, hanging out by the lake with Ryan afterhours instead of spending time with you, picking other people to supervise his group of kids along with him.

It's all strange and very off-putting. So she wasted no time asking him about it.

Or tried to not waste any time - she just couldn't catch him alone until the night he was walking back after cleaning up from the bonfire. Luckily, he was alone.

And luckily no one heard the scream he let out when his arm was grabbed and he got dragged amidst the trees near the counselors' cabins.

“Shhh! SH!“ Her hand clamps over his mouth. It’s a funny situation they’ve found themselves in. He’s quite a bit taller than her and yet he’s practically shitting his pants with fear.

That is, until he realizes it’s her, “Y/N?! What the hell?!” He removes her hand, allowing him freedom of speech once more but he once again forgets the tonal rule.

“Shhh! For fuck’s sake, shut the fuck up, Jacob!“ She’s forced to shush him, her tone brought up to a whisper yell.

“I shut the fuck up? You freaking kidnapped me?“ He hisses back but at least he does it quietly.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “I just pulled you slightly, don’t be dramatic.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she gives him a particularly bitter glare, “If you avoided me for a couple more days I might’ve even gone the whole eleven yards. A van, rope and everything!”

Jacob’s features twist in confusion, the shadows of the moon’s light venturing between the tree branches dancing across his way in a way that makes his expression almost funny. But she can’t allow herself to find any humor in the situation currently.

“I’m not avoiding you...“ He defends himself but his words have no heft when he doesn’t believe them either. So, he switches to an even worse approach, “Ok, fine, so what if I am? It’s surprising you even noticed.“

Taken aback, she just now notices her hands were resting on his chest and one of his arms. Now she’s about five feet away, offended, “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

She can tell he immediately feels sorry for his choice of words but his not-so-rational side prevails, “I’m sure Nick would have been perfect substitute for me! Oh wait, he already is!!”

“Fucking hell, Jacob, seriously?“ You suddenly feel just as ridiculous, exasperated even. You can’t remember when this argument became one straight from middle school but you’ll be damned if you let it carry on.

“Yeah, seriously! You can’t tell me I’m wrong, Y/N!“ He’s quick to try and back up his claims but you’re quicker.

“Yes, you’re wrong.“ Just as he opens his big mouth to argue, you beat him to it once again, “Cause I fucking love you, dumbass.“

Let me just tell you, that shuts him up real quick.

“You love me?“

“Yes!“

It’s safe to say it’s all water under the bridge when his lips find their way to yours. And they stay there, only pulling away briefly to return you an “I love you too” before you two go on to break one of Chris Hackett’s main rules.

[blackpanda48]

Lie's of P/ Pinocchio x fem!reader

A/n: Hi! I'm back with another story. And who would have thought that this is a Pinocchio x reader again? Coming back to the topic, this story popped out of my head not long ago. Because I don't see many stories where Carlo is mentioned. So yeah I bring you all something special.

Note: well it's a little bit sad and there is some fluff

Pinocchio just entered Krat Hotel and was met with Gepetto speaking to someone. He faltered slightly, flexing his robotic arm out of reflex as he waited for the two to finish speaking.

Gepetto: Don’t be shy, Y/n, he has Carlo in his ergo… He’s just… Go say hi.

Pinocchio heard Gepetto say to Y/n before he saw the new person walk closer to him.

Reader: Hi

Standing in front of Pinocchio, she greets not too close but not too far, avoiding eye contact. Pinocchio looked down at Y/n as she spoke to him. He remained silent for a moment to process what she was saying as his gaze then moved toward her face with a tilted head.

Pinocchio: Hello, Y/n, I am Pinocchio.

He greeted. Pinocchio's lips curved slightly in what could be construed as a smile. It made him look less like an expressionless puppet but his face still retained a stoic quality to it. She looked up to his face and his smile, it looked exactly like Carlo's. In her eyes there was a bit of sadness looking back to him.

Reader: I think it's time for me to go. Thank you for telling me this Gepetto.

Pinocchio hummed as he remained silent for a moment while he considered what Y/n had said. He felt a bit of disappointment as she said it was time for her to go but he knew there was likely nothing he could say or do against her wish to leave the premises. He tilted his head slightly, regarding Y/n with a bit of concern.

Pinocchio: Do you not wish to see Carlo?

He asked in a calm tone. She stopped by what he said and turned to see Pinocchio face

Reader: I wish to see Carlo again but....

Y/n stopped speaking she doesn't know what to say to him. Pinocchio indeed looked exactly like Carlo.Pinocchio remained silent as he waited for Y/n to continue speaking. He tilted his head to the side in what was almost an exact replica of how Carlo would tilt his head to the side. He glanced at Y/n, his gaze slightly softening as he saw her hesitation. She comes in front of Pinocchio looking at his face carefully. She put her hand on he's cheeks. Making sure that what she is seeing is really true. Feeling his softness and almost as if he was warm. She smiled at the boy gently. Pinocchio raised his eyebrows at Y/n's action, his face still. He remained silent but allowed her to feel his face, his expression remaining stoic. His gaze followed the movement of her hand as it moved from his cheeks to his chin. Pinocchio's heart raced as the reality of the situation began to settle in with him. She was the first human to touch him with that affection. Her hand went down to his chest feeling his heart beat. She slowly puts her ears to his heart hearing how it beats. Hearing how his alive. Pinocchio's heart raced as Y/n placed her ear to his chest. The warmth of her body against his was comforting but she might hear how fast his heart beat. Pinocchio wondered if she was alarmed as he remained silent while she pressed her ear to his chest.

Reader: You look exactly like him Pinocchio but.... You are not him. I'm sorry.

She said moving away from the boy.

Reader: I should really get going.

Pinocchio remained silent as Y/n stepped back. He still felt her warmth but her hand was no longer touching him anymore and he felt that. The thought of Y/n leaving made Pinocchio feel a wave of emotion, his heart raced again, faster than before. He wanted to make her stay but he knew he could not argue against her word.

Pinocchio: Y/n...

He finally spoke, his voice quiet and uncertain, his gaze fixed on her.

Pinocchio: please don't go...

Reader: I have to I'm sorry. But I hope we meet again.

Y/n said leaving the room going somewhere. Where she can be alone for a few days at least. Pinocchio wanted to stop Y/n again but he did not say anything. He simply looked at her as she left the room. His gaze turned cold and he remained still for a moment. He did not have the luxury to dwell on the fact that he looked like Carlo. He had a mission and he needed to carry it out. Pinocchio turned on his heel and exited the room. He would have to find out who exactly was Carlo and what kind of relationship he had with Y/n.

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[horrorlove14]

Safe Haven - Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Wife! Reader

Cute fluff, minor angst from getting separated due to the outbreak and brief mention of suggestive themes and injuries.

Leon and his beloved wife had known each other since childhood when they grew up in the same neighbourhood, attended the same schools and often played together where they were inseparable.

He asked her to become his girlfriend during high school prom, which she happily accepted as she shared the same feelings, which made him the happiest teenage boy ever.

They went on cute dates and shared their first everything together from kissing to losing their virginity.

They moved in together after graduation and eventually as time went on, Leon proposed to her with a beautiful engagement ring as he started the police academy.

Once the police academy was over, they got married and moved to Raccoon City as Leon got a job offer there as a rookie cop, hoping to make new memories in a new city together.

Unfortunately, they couldn't experience married life as the outbreak caused by the Umbrella Corporation happened and they, unfortunately, got separated without means of communication.

They never gave up on each other and always prayed that they will be reunited someday and finally experience the married life that they deserve by hopefully having children and growing old together.

After what felt like an entirety of waiting for so long, Leon and his wife were finally reunited and had an emotional moment together by shedding tears of happiness and hugging each other so tightly that they were afraid to let each other go if they were to get separated again.

They finally caught up with each other by telling stories about the adventures and missions they went on and have gotten scars and injuries as a result.

Later that night, they used their bodies and words to convey their feelings and relive their wedding night as they missed the sensation of becoming one together, having their bodies being entangled with one another and the high they experience during the act.

A few weeks later, both of them adopted the young Sherry Birkin into their family and found out that they were expecting at the same time which made it the happiest days of their lives.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, Leon and Sherry are so doting toward her and always making sure that she and the baby are alright.

Sherry looks forward to the day when she officially becomes a big sister because she was an only child back then with her late parents.

Once when it's time for the baby to arrive, Leon is in the delivery room with his wife to support her during the birth while Sherry is being looked after by Chris and Claire.

After a long and painful labour, both of they have welcomed their first child, a healthy baby boy which they named Logan.

They couldn't be more happier after becoming new parents with their own child but also being adoptive parents to a young girl who lost her own parents in tragic circumstances.

Needless to say, they all become a big happy family with hopes that the world would eventually become normal for the children's sake as they got a long way to go in life.

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