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tripleyeeet · 4 months

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40 SHADES OF CHOKE

SUMMARY: Astarion's grumpy, Bea's a brat... I'm sure you can figure out what happens next.

PAIRING: Astarion & Original Female Character (Bea belongs to @tatterings!)

WORD COUNT: 2,475

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, brat taming, face fucking, knife play, a little bit of degradation/dirty talk (but not a ton), overall just two rogues getting nasty in the woods.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: What started out as a mere art trade has become one of my favourite smut pieces, so I'm posting with permission because y'all deserve to be exposed to the beautiful little gremlin that is Bea!

MASTERLIST

It doesn’t take much to get on Astarion’s nerves. With the patience of an already lit fuse, a lot of the camp has learned to tiptoe around him. Surveying certain behaviours through a cautious scope, by now it’s a well-known fact that it’s best to just leave him alone when he’s in one of his moods.

Having experienced their own individual moments of his wrath, even Lae’zel who’s often known to lack the care of offending others has found it’s just easier to avoid the conflict altogether. To distance oneself from the brooding vampire as he wanders around camp, muttering angrily under his breath. Sometimes tossing a knife or two at whatever tree enters his vision first.

Coincidentally, today is a knife-tossing day. As he strides past the back of Bea’s tent late into the night, she can hear the repeated thunk of his blade making contact. The aggressive sound repeating over and over until she can’t help but scrunch up her face in annoyance, wondering what the hell he’s doing.

Or more so, why he’s doing it. Especially this late at night when everyone’s trying to relax.

Poking her head out of her tent, she immediately notices that no one’s around. Most likely having already called it a night, all that’s left is her and him, prompting a sigh to slip through her lips as she crawls around to find her boots. Slipping them on with a soft groan before she inevitably steps through the canvas and makes her way over.

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask me to play,” she says, pouting at the back of his head as he flicks his wrist in front of him, the blade shooting out in a precise line that, unsurprisingly, sticks the landing.

“Are you offended?”

After he speaks, he turns to flash her a sly grin. The kind that makes her own lips twist in amusement as she steps into his space; her hands lingering for a moment at her sides before they creep towards his torso. “Terribly, actually,” she tells him. Allowing her fingers to slip across the fabric of his shirt, her dominant hand moving down while the other goes up.

Almost immediately, it piques the vampire’s interest. As her fingers trail soft, distractive patterns, he can’t help but watch. Staring at the ends of her nails threatening to dig further in as they eventually brush against the exposed part of his chest.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I thought we were friends.” This time, her pout is more pronounced. As she pushes her lower lip out, she begins to dramatically bat her eyes up at him, watching the way he turns away, shaking his head.

“Friends.”

The word sounds foreign on his tongue. Despite having heard her refer to him as such a multitude of times, he still finds himself questioning whether it’s true. Considering their relationship has been… well, mostly physical for a good portion of their time together, it’s rather hard to imagine them as friends. Lovers? Sure. Enjoyers of the world and all its endless debauchery? Absolutely. But friends?

Slowly, his palm moves to cup her cheek. The contrast of their skin tones melding together as he brushes his thumb across the markings that line her under eyes. “Is there a reason you’re feeling so sentimental tonight? Have I not given you enough attention, darling?”

His tone, despite probably sounding sweet and soft to the average ear, feels like a threat in Bea’s. A series of words phrased as a cautionary tale that she’ll inevitably ignore the warnings of, knowing deep down he enjoys it. These subtle moments of defiance. The ones where she pokes and prods for no other reason but to selfishly push him to the brink of madness.

A madness both of them can feel slowly building. Based on the way he bites through his words, revealing teeth so sharp it has Bea gulping with excitement, trying not to move too quickly lest she forget to savour it.

“It has been a while since we’ve had a little fun.”

In response, Astarion clicks his tongue and lowers his hand. Slowly slipping it down the edge of her face, it eventually rests against her neck —his thumb lingering at the base of her throat as she swallows hard. Pushing down ever so slightly with a low hum that has her thighs clenching together.

“You’re allowed to ask, you know.”

All she does is scrunch up her face in annoyance, using the lower of her two hands to grab his belt loop and pull him close, causing him to huff. “That’s no fun though.”

“Neither is being manhandled by some brat.”

Opening her mouth in false offence, she roughly pats his shoulder and scoffs. “How dare you! I’m a good girl.”

Once again, Astarion huffs —this time more humorously. As if subtly mocking her as he tightens the hold he has on her throat. Testing the waters ever so slightly before lowering his head to brush his nose against hers.

“Good girls ask.”

As soon as he says it, she’s a goner. Lost to the perpetual bliss of what’s to come, all she can do is laugh. An almost malicious giggle erupting from her lips as he violently maneuvers her to the ground. Forcing her down to her knees with enough force to already feel the bruises forming.

“You never learn, do you?”

Suddenly gripping the base of her hair, she feels her neck quickly rip backwards. The subtle outburst of pain in her scalp causing her previous grin to shift even wider as she groans. A sound she knows he hates —or rather, hates to love based on the way he chucks her aside, cursing under his breath. All while pulling out the blade attached to his hip before he dives back in, pressing her further into the grass.

“Ooh, what are you gonna do with that? Slice me open or something?”

While wiggling her brows, she can’t help but reach up to wrap her arms around his waist, attempting to press herself against him, already expecting him to be hard. Instead, though, he works just as hard to defy her attempts in the form of more aggression; his hands forcing her to fully lie against the grass.

At which point her breath is scarce. A mixture of fear and excitement wrapping around her lungs as she watches him undo his trousers, mumbling profusely about her lack of manners.

“Perhaps I should take a page out of your book,” he practically growls. His voice low and full of irritation. His eyes narrowed and staring —refusing to divert even for the briefest of moments as he haphazardly works to free himself. “I’m sure you’d enjoy that.”

“I would, yeah.”

“I bet you’d love to be stuffed full of me —to feel me burrowed in your holes.”

Already imagining it, she bites her bottom lip and nods. “I bet you’d fuck me so good.”

Ignoring her response, he immediately works his palm across his aching cock once it’s out. Using his fingers to pull the foreskin back, Bea can already feel her mouth-watering. The edges of her tongue slipping down to coat her lower lip in moisture. Happily repping herself for the delicious snack that lingers above.

“I bet you’d love to be stuffed full of me —to feel me burrowed in your holes.”

At first, his movements are slow and steady. Bordering on painful in the way he holds back, she can feel the inside of his thighs tighten around her own. Every muscle begging to be touched, prompting her to reach out only to be driven away by a simple tut. His tongue clicking as he shakes his head and lowers the knife to the side of her neck.

“Whores like you don’t get to touch,” he tells her then. Practically breathing into her mouth as he presses his forehead against hers before ultimately pulling away to readjust his position.

It makes her angry almost immediately. A new-found rage welling up inside her chest as she pushes back the temptation to defy further, knowing that there will be other opportunities. Ones where he’ll be too distracted to care about the caress of her hands or the desperation swelling inside her cunt, feeling him shift further up her torso. Eventually situating himself so that his cock is just slightly out of reach of her mouth.

That cheeky bastard.

Sensing her stress, Astarion then doubles on the relentlessness. Returning to his previous pace, he allows her to watch and nothing else. Regardless of how much she quietly whimpers beneath him, parting her lips like a hungry beggar.

“You look pathetic,” he barks. Suddenly twirling the knife so that the blade faces down as he moves the hilt to her face. Digging the end into the hollow of her cheek while he slowly fucks his hand, deliberately twitching forward so that her tongue makes contact.

In response, she lets out a moan, savouring what little taste she’s been offered before her hands move up to grab the backs of his thighs. Giving them a rough pinch that has him grinding his teeth and moving the handle of the blade into her mouth —roughly pressing the pommel against her tongue.

“Do you lack hearing or are you fucking stupid?”

She wants to respond with the latter. To smack his ass and laugh right into the head of his cock but thanks to the knife slowly slipping further into her mouth all she can do is mumble out a streamline of distorted sounds full of disobedience, hoping he understands.

“Gods, I swear you’re the most infuriating brat I’ve ever met.”

As he continues to chastise —speaking in that familiar bite, he continues to move his hand. In long, slow motions, his palm deliciously drags against his pale skin, lingering at the tip so that he can swipe the pre-come away with a swish of his thumb, making Bea narrow her eyes, annoyed that it isn’t her tongue that’s doing it. Frustrated that instead of feeling the taste of his arousal prodding the back of her throat she’s left to taste his blade.

Unfortunately though, despite the anger, all it does is further fuel her defiance. Prompting her hands to shift where they shouldn’t, one moves to wrap around the hand that’s on his cock while the other grips his opposite wrist, latching on for dear life as, all at once, she feels the shock of her actions tensing beneath the surface.

Against her sternum, the tightness of his thighs immediately make her breathless; against her hands both tendons and fingers flex with discomfort, forcing her eyes to move to his, noticing how enraged they are. His stark white scleras acting as the perfect backdrop for his blood-red eyes that dilate in arousal.

An arousal that’s full of temptation. The urge to give in so obviously heavy on his mind as the hand holding the knife falters long enough for her to toss it aside before grabbing his wrist again, panting at the presence of air despite longing for something else to fill her up.

“I can’t… I—I can’t believe you shoved your dirty knife down my fucking throat,” she snaps. “Do you have any idea how many—“

Before she can finish, he’s silencing her with the head of his cock. Forcibly shaking her hands away so that he can grab her chin for support, he fucks her tongue immediately. Moving his hips back and forth far quicker than the pace of his hand, she feels herself gag at the impact. Pools of saliva forming against his skin —drowning them both in pleasure.

“Be a good girl and just shut the fuck up, please,” Astarion says, and for the first time, she listens. Not because she’s full of him, but because he’s earned it by giving her what she truly wants —what she knows he wants.

Which is to be fucked into oblivion by her mouth. To prod her throat with his full length, brutalizing her esophagus in the process so long as he comes.

Gods, just the idea fills her with delight. Her head completely emptying, causing her body to move on its own accord as she bobs her head in time with his hips, splaying her palms across the plushest parts of his thighs.

Digging her nails into his skin, she suctions her lips to his base and sucks obscenely, hearing him groan above her. Feeling his other hand run through her messy hair with an uncharacteristic softness that has her going the extra mile.

“See? Not so hard, is it, love?”

Her eyes shift towards his, half closing in response to his honeyed words. Unable to form a response on account of her empty brain and her overflowing mouth working against her. Something she’s sure Astarion loves based on the genuine smile that creeps across his lips, showcasing his sharp fangs.

“That’s my girl, keep it up. You’re doing so well.”

Out of habit, she hums around him. The vibrations causing him to shudder ever so lightly, tightening the hold he has on her hair to push himself further in. Resulting in both of them working together, moving in tandem as Bea continues to suck whatever part of him isn’t jabbed down her throat. Which at this point, isn’t much. Having basically opened her gullet up for him to fuck, if it weren’t for her nose she’d be dead by now. Suffocating around his girth —past the point of no return thanks to the increasingly fast pace he presents.

For the average fuck, it’d be hard to deal with. Borderline impossible. But thanks to Bea’s determination and Astarion’s words of affirmation, he’s able to continue to fucking her. Jutting his hips back and forth, all while twitching against her tongue in a way that has her reaching down to the waistband of her trousers and—

“Don’t even think about it.”

Pausing almost immediately, her brows furrow in response, but ultimately she relents, knowing the reward of forgoing a few moments of her own pleasure will be worth it. It always is.

So, instead of being selfish like she wants to, she focuses her attention on him, relaxing her jaw as much as she can. Using her tongue to further aid in his eventual release while her hands move to stroke his stomach and his thighs. Alternating between the two as he begins to violently twitch, the movement of his hips staggering to a halt as he lets out another moan and empties himself into her mouth. The delicious taste of his arousal gathering on the back of her tongue as he slowly breaths and pulls out. Allowing her to once again breathe as he cups her cheek and cleans the spit off the edges of her lips.

“That’s my good girl.”

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#40 shades of choke #astarion fan fic #astarion x original female character #astarion x fem oc #astarion x bea #tagging them together because... i might write more of them tbh #summer writes

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wlfpet · 1 year

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i want to run my pussy on abby's hammer like a cat in heat i need her to make fun of me i want to suck on her tongue spit everywhere i do not care amen

AN; this is that shit that makes you embarrassed to look at mirrors after you write it. I gotta go... repently shamefully for this... if you know what I mean.

content tags: MEAN dom!Abby, assplay, object insertion (r!receiving, anal, yeah...) spanking (r!receiving), degradation (abs calls the reader whore, slut, bitch, etc.) , humiliation, name calling, affectionate pet name used in mean ways, mindbreak if u squint and tilt your head, strap on penetration (r!receiving), messy/dirty sex? public sex, nobody walks in but reader has thoughts about if someone did. spit kink but not in the mouth. abby and the reader and kinda nasty dirty and unhinged but are deeply in love and there IS aftercare!! started as an informal headcannon, somehow we got to paragraphs and thousand-word counds

WC: 3.1k

proofread?: yes \ no \ barely

tl;dr: abby sluts you out for being bad, you become very well-acquainted with a hammer.

just want u to know that you’re sick (lovingly) and I had to get in peak porn writing position to pump out this reply… no pun intended.

first of all we would have to fight over the hammer but that’s neither here nor there let’s unpack mean, condescending dom abby who loves to tease and make u cry.

I know I said Abby wouldn’t like fucking in public but I also love going back on my word and maybe this is one of those times where she gets super frustrated with you and decides to take u down a peg. she’s forever the doting, loving girlfriend but she knows she’s created a spoiled brat, nd sometimes u just push her too far; running your mouth too fucking much, using your body to rile her up right before her next assignment, and leaving her high and dry, the way you flaunt everything around the stadium, traipsing around in short little skirts, or a paper-thin button up, the hard baby buds of your nipples greeting everyone you talked to. hell, even the one time she caught you going commando at your job, flashing her little slips of your wet pussy as you passed her items over the consignment desk.

if you wanted to be a loose, disrespectful whore, she could play that game too. if she had to punish you into being good for her again, it was a low price to pay.

she’d tell you she had something to show you in the woods outside the stadium, ‘just something for you and me, mouse.’ of course, she’d give you one last chance to make it up to her, to prove that you’re good. but you’re too cocky, wandering hands trailing over her skin, down her chest, cupping that space between her thighs to feel the fat strap she was packing, just for you. Feigning dropping something on the ground to grind your hips against that hard, imposing bulge. She’d play nice, just for a second, looking down at you from your place on your knees. You had that innocent face plastered on, the slightest pull of a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth.

“hi, mam-“ you started, but she shushed you, instead using her palm to push up your head gently, the telltale sign of your favourite ritual. you opened your mouth hungrily, fanning out your tongue in that pliant, pretty way that she loved, letting her know you were all hers. For a second, it softened her; you, happily on your knees, that look of sheer devotion painting your face, waiting to be molded, created in her image. but it was never that easy, and you recoiled as a heavy spray of saliva drenched your face, sticking to your skin and dribbling from your stuck-together lashes. You blinked it back, vision obscured, hands moving away to wipe it causing a filthy smear on your visage.

Your play at aloofness was the last straw, and you found hard fingers tangling their way into your hair and forcing you down in a different position, the pit of her lips and her hot breath beating the side of your face.

“you take me for a fucking joke, cunt?”

“No mama, never— jus’ playin’ a little bit—“

you’d pout, craning your neck to look at her through fluttered lashes and teary eyes. Her jaw was clenched tight, forcing her words through gritted teeth. Eyes dark and predatory, looking over you like a piece of meat. A trail of fear cobbled down your spine and Abby walked it, shoving your mid back down to get you exactly how she wanted you. You were arched up with your tummy and breasts pressed down into the grass, the soft globes of your soft, plentiful ass poking from your flipped-over skirt, knees scuffed by the soil. you were sure that your face was caked with mud or would be. Your cunny wet your panties easily from the excitement of it all, dripping from that pit of terror and sheer animalistic arousal that only Abby, your one true owner could unlock. The slick ran down your thighs, filthy little drips painting your skin that made her own cunt boil internally. From below, you could see the woman who towered over you crack a crooked smile.

There she was.

“Didn’t I say that if you make it hard for me, I’ll make it hard for you?”

You nodded, silently, shamefully. Abby was cruel, palming your ass violently, kneading it, a rage that had been simmering for weeks boiling over in one moment, and you were the frog who didn’t notice the temperature rising until it was too late. “Better brace yourself, dumb fuckin’ whore.”

You wanted to press your luck. to tease just a bit harder, to say ‘for what?’ with the hopes she’d squirm, get out of her body a bit, see if you could brat your way into getting just a little bit more. But before you could open your mouth to let out a cheeky quip, a sound something like the swing of a knife in the wind cut through the silence, and a forgiveless, merciless blow dented your little ass. Your body shot forward against your will, every muscle in those damned delicious arms working overtime to knock you off balance. You knew you were severely fucked, that Abs would have you walking funny for days after how you behaved, that she had no plans of going easy on you.

“Mam- mommy, mommy,” you started, babbling like a fool, nose running and mouth awash with drool as you took your punishment, warm flesh being peppered with harsh smacks that reddened your beloved dom’s palm and indented your skin with hot spiderwebs. She didn’t respond, but you could hear heavy breaths and grunts of exertion pushing out of her nostrils. Your pussy was still leaking, panties nearly translucent from how ruined the fabric was. she was sure to leave a couple of blows there, too, your bitty clitty fighting its way out of its cloak of protection, unwittingly making it a prime target for the abuse your ass was under.

The cloth was removed from you, and abby silently marveled at your redness, the juiciness of your drooling snatch, and how your nub pulsated like it had its own mini heartbeat. she gripped it best she could, wetness making her fingers slip before she could catch good traction, and pulling the bundle of nerves towards her slightly. You were squeaking, moaning, guttural, and animalistic as you fucked your hips in her direction, the pinned hands still captured in her large fist slapping and clawing at any flesh it could find, even the still sensitive globes of your asscheeks. “Ple— fuck, please mama, be niceeee.”

“Fuck are you crying for? You’re a fucking faucet down here, we both know you need this.” water from your eyes dripped down, inky black marks rolling over your nose and into the dirt beneath you, marring your pretty face. your pussy was drooling though, and the rough treatment was exactly what you had been needing. she was always too busy with patrols, or supply runs, or any of the stupid vanity projects Isaac would spring on her at the drop of a hat. she’d feel remorseful about it, trying to placate you at night with lazy rubs to your clit or skating her tongue through your slit, but it wasn’t enough, and all you needed was to get taken down the way you deserved.

like this.

“open up those legs.” she said it like you had a choice, ha. “needa get you ready to take my cock. I mean, that is what you came out here for, right?” you wanted to say a lot, yes mommy, I’m a whore, yes mommy, I’m addicted to your dick, yes mommy, I’m a needy cockslut who has to have it every night lest I lose my fucking mind. but you were already gone; already in that soft, stupid, braindead space where you happily existed as her favourite hole and nothing more, so all you could do was force a weak nod.

but that wasn’t enough for mommy, never enough for mommy. her disapproval came down in the form of her hard, dirty boot on your ass, jostling you, enough to shock you back to life and give you a little scare, but enough to not hurt her baby too bad, because that was unforgivable. she angled her knee over, the tread gripping your ass and splitting your lips apart to reveal the ruby red of your hidden jewel. you could hear the telltale flick and jingle of her utility belt flipping open. there was only a second to exist in confusion before you hissed, keening unintentionally at the feeling of cold metal persisting against those red-hot folds between your thighs.

It was… whatever it was, but it drove you insane; slight bumps, divots, irregularities working every moan and scream out of you, tapping you like a leaky faucet as Abby tormented your hole. That damned work boot kept you open as she took her time, sometimes dipping the unknown attacker into your hole only to let it pop out as she fucked her arm back and forth, up and down, veins pulsing from the exertion. You were insane, fully broken without even feeling her cock in you, being painfully teased, barely fucked with the cold steel she had summoned.

She had fucked you with a lot; grinding on her pistol while she raked the clip through your hole, some shitty keepsake Issac had gotten her to celebrate her first 100 confirmed kills that was just the right size and girth for an anal dildo. fuck, even detached the quiver of her crossbow so that you could grind and get off like a good little girl in the front of the Jeep while she filled up the boot after a supply run.

But you couldn’t pick this one.

Abs was always good to you, a little mean sometimes, but this was just another way she was good to you, devoted to making your slut pussy feel the way it needed to. She was mean, however, when she left you empty and whimpering at the lack of stimulation as she pulled her arm away, dropping her foot and leaning over you as she brought the weapon of m(ass) destruction to your face. “you run that fuckin’ mouth enough, can use it for useful shit too, right?” She started, rough and imposing. “Get your new friend nice and clean for mommy.”

it was… a ball-peen hammer, flat on one side, rounded and fat on the other, and dripping with your nectar from end to end. You shuddered with excitement. She was so fucking dirty, so fucking sick for this, and you were impossibly turned on by it. you needed more. Your lips formed an O instantly, taking the less girthy head into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own sinful juices coating your tongue. if anyone came upon this sight, if a passing group of scars came by and blew your head off, It didn’t matter, nothing mattered right now, the two of you could get ambushed at that very moment, and you would die happily as mommy’s perfectly debased whore.

she released the grip on your arms, pulling your head up by your hair to fit more of the tool in your waiting, happy mouth. you lapped it all, wetness leaking down your neck and between your pert breasts. Your saliva ran lengthwise down the handle, Abby’s palms being coated in the slick, drippy and sticky. You whined as she took it back, pouting immediately with disappointment. you could hear something muttered, a nonchalant ‘calm the fuck down’ and then the telltale drag of zipper teeth as Abby forced her cock free, dragging the fat head through your folds.

“Want me, mouse?” she said, tone almost sweet again as she fucked slightly into your waiting pussy, just the tip and nothing more. It was almost enough to make the waterworks start again, what felt like hours of evil teasing, toying around with your body like it was a game. She slipped in deeper, then pulled the sheathed inches completely out, biting the fat of her bottom lip as the diamond lines of your wetness stayed connected in thin air. you were fucking gorgeous, and she could take you right here and now, give you all the dick you needed, and melt your brain until you needed to be carried home.

But she wanted to drag it all out, wanted this to be the punishment. You could take all of the receiving, even if the cruel and unusual, but the anticipation, the not having is what killed you; and she knew which ticks would force you to lose it.

you were stumbling, babbling, everything swimming through your head too fast. Your exploited cunny was pulsating, the air blowing between your netherlips making everything so much more sensitive, making your brain even foggier. A thick, adept thumb flattened against your folds, dipping in to collect some of the sacred liquid and smearing it against your inner thigh. Her fingers drummed the fat of your butt impatiently. “So you’re gonna make me take you home? That what you want?”

“No!” You shrieked, on the verge of tantruming. It was too much, enough to wake you up, at attention and ready to take what she was willing to give. “No, no, I mean— want you! need you mama. So bad.” You swirled your hips around for emphasis, grinding against nothing, searching for anything to put out the fire she set inside of you. “On your elbows for me, then.” She said, waiting for you to comply in order to drop your head back down. She hummed in appreciation at your unwavering obedience, enjoying how much you were willing to degrade yourself for this, before she spread open your pussy lips and bottomed out all at once. “Goood fuckin girl, Mouse.”

The fire never got put out, it was quite the opposite, as though your whole body was alight from each nerve ending as she pounded into you with that body made of sheer muscle. She pressed forward, repositioning you with no hands and deepening your arch until she had the proper leverage to hit that fucking spot. She grabbed your hand from behind, guiding you to split your own pussy apart for better access.

Abby loved you for shit like this, how you clenched as you approached a peak, how that sloppy white ring would collect on the blue of her dick. You needed to be fucked like this, to be reminded what happens when toys step out of line and give their owners problems, and she had no qualms with destroying your brain and rebuilding it piece by piece. She could die in this pussy.

Another bead of spit rained against you, a large gob deep in your asshole. She worked you, effortlessly, snapping her hips to batter your cunt every time, using you completely for her twisted desires, moving to slip her thumb into the taut ring for a better grip. You were on cloud nine, barely forming words, sounding like you were speaking in code. Just loud, loose moans ringing from your throat. Yeah, you were sure you’d have to get put on recess for a couple of days to survive the mental effects of this cock.

“Relax for me, babe.” she whispered, softly and sweetly removing her thumb from your tightest hole before the sensation was replaced with something larger, more foreign, cold and hard, and —shiiittt

Abigail Anderson was a fucking crazy person, pushing the ball tip of the hammer into your quivered hole, letting the handle rest on your back as she continued destroying you with no mercy. “Aww, my lil’ Mousey got her very own tail.” She teased, jiggling your ass with her free hand as she watched the brown handle tap against your back in time with her thrusts. You whimpered, and she wrenched your head back up with a firm palm on your neck to meet your eyes. “When Mommy tells a joke, Mousey fuckin’ laughs, right?” She growled into your ear, punctuating her anger with a harsh slap to your already bruised ass and a rough thrust, pounding your secret spot and sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You tried to force a giggle, but the sensations from your battered pussy warped the sound into a ragged moan, and you tried to whine, beg, sputter your way into her favour. All you could manage was the stupid repetition of ‘Mousey has a tail, Mousey has a tail!’ until it broke down into just ‘tailtailtailtailfuckkinnnntail’ and until that melted into nothing, just a cheap sob and a scream running through the forest as your orgasm ran through you in the form of floor-sprinkling rivulets and a clench around mommy’s cock.

You wanted to fall but she wouldn’t let you, wanted to cry but she didn’t let you, and then, everything was gone and she was around you, strong arms holding you up, steady hands wiping the dirt from your face, soft lips kissing you everywhere in spite of the dirt on your face. “Got you, Mouse. You’re okay, you’re with me.” She whispered, running a reassuring palm through your hand, moving down to massage the back of your neck.

“Wanna lay down?” She said, motioning to her pack. She always brought a blanket, clean clothes for you, water, snacks, her gun, so that you would never have to hold one with her around. She tried her best to unfurl the fabric with one hand, laying you down and wiping through your poor, swollen kitten with a cloth damp from her canteen. She redressed you, fresh panties, one of her tee-shirts, tented by the hard pebbles of your nipples sticking out. She spread out next to you, letting you find your way to the crook of her neck, to that chest-to-chest position you loved because you could feel her heartbeat like it was yours. she still loved you, of course, would kiss your cheeks and soothe the bruises she left behind and remind you what you have is a forever thing, but that sometimes you need the bad with the good. You were such a bad girl, too whiny and needy for your own good, a spoiled little monster *she* created, but she loved you because of it.

Yeah, she fucking loved you.

#anon messages!!#tiki answers #abby x reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson ff #abby smut #i dunno what to say like i'm shocked. had to put this under a cut because I was so fucking shocked!

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snarryauctoberfest · 7 months

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2023 Snarry AUctoberfest Masterlist 💚❤️

Without further ado, the masterlist for the House of Snarry’s 2023 Snarry AUctoberfest! Thanks to all the participants, Tumblr followers, Discord members, Snarry enthusiasts, and then some! You guys were amazing and we can’t wait to be back next year!

Podfic

💚❤️ Out of Place by Faelyee || T || 189 minutes Podficcer: Cailynwrites (AO3) Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry wakes up and the world has changed. Then he does it again.

Filk

💚❤️ Game Over || T || 3 minutes Filker: EleanorPhoenix (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

As the war ravages on, they meet again, years after Snape’s betrayal. Filk (fanmusic) to the tune of Zu Ende (Dracula the Musical original German performance).

Art

💚❤️ Kings of the Forest || G Artist: SerenaEW (AO3) / @serenaew Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

There the trees, holly and oak, stood through sun and rain, always ready to spread their leaves over visitors and inhabitants of Hogwarts Castle who came their way. - modified according to Tate, W. K., Withers, S., Browne, H. (1917). The Child’s World.

💚❤️ Nightly Wanderings || G Artist: Trueliarose (AO3) / @trueliarose Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Snarry AU - Cats Watercolour on paper, digitally edited

Art + Fanfic

💚❤️ How Deep a Promise Goes || M || 6.7k Artist & Author: Evocative_Enigma (AO3) Archive Warning: Underage Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

When the owl Harry is gifted by Hagrid is threatened by his Uncle Vernon, Harry makes a solemn vow to protect his familiar from the man. This sets Harry’s life on course to be protected by the most unsuspecting characters.

Fanfic

💚❤️ all that’s left in the world || E || 16.8k Author: WeAreTheLuckyOnes (AO3) / @peujeune Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

He’s a different person; he thinks differently. He used to think like a victim who had barely escaped their capture, but now… now maybe he thinks like a soldier; like a survivor. He thinks like a leader. He isn’t sure how he managed to land himself in this position, he never wanted to lead them, but he does, and he does it well. He’s kept most of them alive, somehow, through everything.

💚❤️ The Barter System || G || 5.6k Author: whythehellnothavefun (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

The first conversation they had resulted in a breakup. Things can only get better from here. Right?

💚❤️ Brat! || E || 25.7k Author: Coconutice22 (AO3) / @coconutice22 Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

“Every child in the world will know his name!” With Voldemort gone forever, Harry’s childhood goes a little differently. Years later, Severus is called in to help deal with Harry’s magical outbursts. Life will never be the same again.

💚❤️ Calamity at the Canadian Call Centre || E || 3.7k Author: Coconutice22 (AO3) / @coconutice22 Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry has a bad day at work. His manager calls him into his office to check up on him.

💚❤️ For I Have Found Salvation || E || 7.1k Author: lumosatnight (AO3) / @lumosatnight Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

💚❤️ Harry Potter and the Monster in the Woods || T || 5.8k Author: wendymarlowe (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry is sent into the woods to be sacrificed to the creature who lives there in exchange for the creature lifting his curse on Harry’s village. Harry is rather surprised not to be eaten. The creature is rather surprised that Harry turns out to be a tolerable life companion.

💚❤️ i would follow you into the deep || T || 3.5k Author: DandelionConstellation (AO3) / @dandelionstars Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Last year, when Harry Potter dove into the Black Lake to retrieve a treasure he’d sorely miss, he hadn’t counted on finding an even greater prize in the murky depths. Severus Snape, a merman of many talents, is a mystery that Harry is just itching to unravel.

💚❤️ In darkness, there is fear and comfort || T || 6.4k Author: SerenaEW (AO3) / @serenaew Author: bluebird8683 (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

The anguished scream, muted only by distance, had his feet racing before he could even consciously recognize who the voice belonged to. Even if he wasn’t pulled to the sounds of agony and loss and despair like a bloodhound on a hunt, the fact he recognized the voice as Harry’s would have made him run regardless. Ten years after the end of the Wizarding War, Severus and Harry face their worst fears once more. They’ve changed and so have their fears.

💚❤️ Innocent Lilies || E || 1k Author: emeraldlove (AO3) / @givereadersahug Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It was bittersweet to have Harry as he was back then — a charming boy who asked after another’s health, who cared for the hippogriffs roaming the castle grounds, and who greeted Severus each day with a bashful hello. Now Harry was the Dark Lord, ruling the land with a tight grip and harsh declarations, so different from his first eighteen years of life. Severus receives confirmation one night. A 2HA Snarry inspired fic.

💚❤️ Just Me and You || E || 63.6k Author: Somn (AO3) / @somnwritessometimes Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry was just trying to get supplies but winds up completely alone and in dire straits. Just when it looks like he might really be finished, his magic spontaneously Apparates him to Hogwarts…and delivers him right into Severus Snape’s clutches.

💚❤️ The London House || M || 21.5k Author: Acid (AO3) / @ac1d6urn Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus never anticipated the stroke of luck which led him to discover kindred spirits in Muggle London, yet it turned his life around. He never expected to fall in love either, but he must now deal with the consequences. Written for a prompt: “At London Pride, Police Officer Harry clashes with Drag Queen Severus, who has An Opinion about cops at Pride.”

💚❤️ Long Time Coming || G || 6.6k Author: Fikadrw (AO3) / @fika-drw Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It is as easy as breathing. To fall in love with your best friend. To make your whole world revolve around each other. There are no timelines where we didn’t end up together. There are no timelines where your mere presence didn’t light up my day. You, my best friend, my lover, my spouse, are everything to me.

💚❤️ The Mail-Order Bridegroom || E || 7.6k Author: maraudersaffair (AO3) / @maraudersaffair Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It’s 1888, and Severus needs a spouse to help him manage his homestead. His friend Lucius submits an advertisement for a mail-order bridegroom and Harry answers the call.

💚❤️ The Mistake || NR || 593 Author: whythehellnothavefun (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

You know how embarrassed you feel after accidentally sending someone the wrong link? Wouldn’t you hate to imagine how bad it would be if you sent the wrong link to *two* people? Imagine no more.

💚❤️ Never in Your Favour || E || 20.8k Author: zalil (AO3) Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Muggle AU. Headmaster Dumbledore decides it is time for Harry to train resistance to interrogation so he can properly join the Order of the Ostrich. And who better to administer that training than his very own Chemistry teacher, Severus Snape? “I am not merely talking about discomfort – you will be hurt, you will need medical assistance, there is going to be a severe impact on your mental health as well. We will be far, far out of range of a student-teacher relationship.”

💚❤️ A Potter Thing || E || 5k Author: Kuronekochan (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus had always been sensitive to other people’s magic. Lily’s relaxed him, the Marauders’ made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he vomited the one (and only) time he felt the Dark Lord’s. But Harry’s, the new Defense Professor’s, arousedhim. “You’ve been avoided me, Severus Snape.” “Hardly,” snapped Severus, turning his emotions to anger in a desperate bid to keep the arousal at bay. “Today, you stared down at your desk while thinking of another man. “And how did you even know what I was thinking anyway, you creep!” Potter pursed those plump and kissable lips of his in apparent annoyance. “That’s certainly no way for you to talk to a professor, Mr. Snape.” “Oh gods…you look so much like Potter I thought you’d be saved from the Black madness but you’re positively raving.” “You’re not the only one who feels it, you know,” Potter replied, his voice seeming to drop an octave as he did so. “It’s a Potter thing. From what James has told me, he’s felt the same pull from Lily since the moment he met her. Unfortunately, since she’s a Muggleborn, I suppose she’s not sensitive to it the way you are. Are you done fighting me now? Why deny what is inevitable?”

💚❤️ The Prince and the Painter || E || 8.3k Author: Aeternum (AO3) / @aeternumregina Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

For the prompt: Renaissance!AU. King James and Queen Lily are trying to marry off their son, Prince Harry, and have hired Europe’s most revered court painter, Severus Snape, to paint a portrait of him to send out to prospective princesses. Severus is so charmed by Harry that he wants him for himself. His professional pride means he can’t bring himself to paint a bad portrait of him, but how can he prevent any royal wedding from taking place?

💚❤️ The Promise || M || 28k Author: SquibNation10 (AO3) Archive Warning: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Ever since Harry arrived at Hogwarts: Home for the Orphaned Magicals, his life has been perfect. all the Sisters are here to help, he has a family in his friends and is working hard to be Chosen to graduate. But Hogwarts is keeping a dark secret and Harry needs Severus now more than ever. Prompt 2023-197: Based on Promise Neverland Premise (you don’t need to read the story to read this one). “I want you to be part of that whole”- is a paraphrased quote I took from one of the main leads from the anime.

💚❤️ Receive You || T || 11.5k Author: babygray (AO3) / @babygray Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It was supposed to be a typical investigation, even if “unwanted mischief in Glenloris” left too much up for conjecture. Suspicious characters were sneaking around the ancient dragon tomb just outside of town, and Severus had been sent to look into it. Things become a bit more complicated, however, when a young man and his white horse come to town. Prompt: 0001 - Wild Card! Snarry meet-cute in a Skyrim reskin with a dash of Yakuza/Like a Dragon mixed in for flavor.

💚❤️ Resurgence || E || 37.9k Author: armassy (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Prompt: #26: BDSM-AU: magical folk have certain dynamics between them. Magic ebbs and flows freely and healthily if one’s dynamic needs are met. Severus is a sub, but to keep his spywork perfect, he pretends to be a dom. It’s a thing that could seriously mess up a lesser wizard, but he is anything but lesser. He is not well though. Harry sees this, and, a dom through and through, craves to help. I love a good worldbuilding with these dynamics and the many ways bdsm-worlds could shape our favourite characters

💚❤️ Season of Growth || E || 25.8k Author: sillybeans (AO3) Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry has everything he needs to live a simple but good life: a roof (and what a roof it is!) over his head, a loving family and a somewhat fulfilling job. What more could he want? Then he meets the prince’s new surly tutor, and everything changes.

💚❤️ A Stray Adventure || T || 6.6k Author: Trueliarose (AO3) / @trueliarose Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Taking in an injured stray cat when walking home drunk was an idiotic idea; even more so if said cat turns out to be a (very attractive) wizard who captures Severus’ heart in an instant.

💚❤️ These Gifts are Made for Using || T || 9k Author: whythehellnothavefun (AO3) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Possessing the Family Gift is enough to elevate a half-blood or pureblood to become the Heir of a Family, regardless of the current Lord or Lady’s wishes. The Princes, Blacks and Potters each have Family Gifts, and in the annual Ceremony, Heirs are chosen, leaving some relatives… disappointed. The 1970 Ceremony will change people’s lives, for better and for worse.

💚❤️ Unexpected Suitor || T || 6k Author: GenesisCrisis (AO3) Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Prompt: Historical AU. Harry must marry before his 25th birthday in order to receive his inheritance or see it given to a distant relative, but he has driven off every suitor. Fed up, Lily decides he can marry her childhood friend Severus, who won’t let himself be scared off by Harry’s antics. James is less enthused, but can see no other option for Harry to receive his inheritance. - “Severus, you’d be perfect!” “Excuse me?” exclaimed James and Harry simultaneously, one horrified, the other shocked. Severus’ eyes narrowed. “I’m not quite sure what you mean, Lily.” -

💚❤️ Whiskey and Whine || E || 5.5k Author: Likelightinglass (AO3) / @likelightinglass Author: Serpenscript (AO3) Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Omega Severus Snape and his Alpha Harry Potter have some fun between classes. But they aren’t alone!

💚❤️ Wicked Wiesn || E || 18.2k Author: Trueliarose (AO3) / @trueliarose Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus fought tooth and nail to be spared the experience of visiting the famous Oktoberfest with his colleagues, but of course Albus made him come. Being forced to endure the crowds of people, a handsome waiter catches his eye. Maybe this whole affair is not as bad as it seems, and maybe Severus can find something (or someone) to enjoy this craziness.

#2023 snarry auctoberfest #house of snarry #snarry fanfic #snarry #pro snape #snarry fanart #snarry podfic #snarry filk

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mixingpumpkins · 1 year

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Got any baptist school stories you want to share?

Okay, technically it was a “non-denominational” Christian school, but it was attached to a Baptist church, the teachers were Baptist, like 98% of the kids were Baptist, the religious bent was all from a Baptist lens — it was a Baptist school, okay?

So, Baptist school stories… There are so many, because I went to this school from the ages of 10-17, and although those are great years of your life for anyone to block out for literally any reason whatsoever, I unfortunately remember a fuckton of it. :)

OH, I KNOW. Fun almost-became-a-literal-horror-movie-but-I-remember-it-sort-of-fondly storytime.*

So on top of all the ridiculousness that was everyday school life there, which tbh was legitimately horrifying, we had Spiritual Retreats. It was supposed to be a time near the start of every school year where we’d go to bond as a school/with our class and get 5 million hours of religious lectures and worship services and time to “have fun together.” (I was not a fan. Yay to not having classes/homework, boo to every-fucking-thing else.)

But apparently, bussing an entire small high school to a remote camp somewhere in Michigan for a week every year to “focus on God” and “bond with each other” was something this school took to be a deadly serious spiritual obligation and not an Incredibly Stupid Idea that was probably a nightmare for the teachers, and it’s kind of astonishing that no one died. At least one person ended up in the hospital nearly every year I went, though.

In an event the first night of my second year that shockingly didn’t send anyone to the ER (or the morgue), they decided to let my class “bond” by making us play hide-and-seek.

At 10 p.m.

In the middle of fucking nowhere.

Literally ALL of the teachers except the one explaining the game were hiding somewhere on this several-square-mile property that was mostly thick woods and some rocks and lakes. And they thought it’d be fun to divide the class of us into groups of people we didn’t hang out with or actively hated and throw us out into the night and tell us to go find the staff members.

Oh, also: No flashlights. (Phones didn’t have them at that point, and most people didn’t have phones anyway.)

ALSO: Everyone in each group had to be duct-taped by the wrist to a single 7-foot piece of rope so we couldn’t “sneak off on our own.”

Even I, who at that point was pretty much up for anything that didn’t involve another homophobic sermon followed by a rousing chorus of “How Great Is Our God,” could see that this was a ridiculously terrible and unsafe idea.

My favorite part was that somehow, the staff actually expected that these little groups of students who a) didn’t like each other, b) were largely spoiled suburban brats, and c) were fucking tied together would somehow be able to not only wander through wild territory in the pitch dark and not die but would also be able to find every single one of the hidden staff members (who each had a radio!)… within an hour.

Spoiler alert: no one did. I assume at some point around 11:30 the hiding teachers stopped gloating about their awesome hiding places and started thinking, like, “Oh my God, we a tied a bunch of 14-15-year-olds together and put them in the woods in the dark with no way to contact anyone, what if someone got hurt? Maybe we should have thought about this?”

Or maybe they were just like, “Huh, it’s late and dark and kinda cold and no kids have found me by now, maybe I’ll radio the other staff and tell them I’m going to hike back and go to bed” and then discovered that apparently no one else had heard or seen any of these groups of kids in the last hour and a half and that was probably concerning.

Or maybe they were like, “Fuck yes, I got my hour of peace and quiet time. We should probably regroup and search the woods and hope no one’s died.”

I don’t actually know what was going on there, because I was stuck in an abandoned horse corral in the forest with three crying people and two other panicky assholes whose stupidity had led to our group’s rope getting tied around a fence.

To be fair, I wasn’t really stuck there. After about 2 minutes of getting hit in the face by branches and getting tugged around by the people in front of me tripping over everything and each other, I’d started working on un-duct-taping myself. And as the only kid there who was both a Science Nerd and had done, like, nature scout stuff, I figured I’d have probably been okay peacing out and navigating my way back to “civilization” myself. But I kept holding the rope, because as much as I didn’t trust these idiots not to end up killing me if I stayed tied to them, I also didn’t trust them not to dump my body in a lake if we all got loose and it became a free-for-all.

My dumbass 14-year-old self also didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving the group, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It was probably the universe making sure that people didn’t actually die. Eventually, when the assholes wore themselves out snarling at each other and everybody was on the same page of just wanting to get back to the cabins, rules be fucked, I helped get everyone un-taped by the dim light of somebody’s Nokia brick screen — no service, of course — and started finding the way back. One of the people I couldn’t stand insisted he knew the right way to go, and we absolutely did not listen to him, since it was his fault they’d gotten tied to the post in the first place. (We found out the next day that we were about 10 feet away from walking off a cliff into a lake, if we’d gone that way.)

We got back around… 1 a.m.? One other group had made it back bleeding, and almost all the rest of the staff had to go out with flashlights and find the other groups, who also miraculously had not died but were dead lost, as should have been expected from the second anyone mentioned “teenagers,” “nighttime hide-and-seek,” and “forest” in the same breath.

The remaining staff yelled at my group (and then, more specifically, me) for having broken the rules and untied ourselves. 🙃

So yeah. Instead of being happy that despite their apparent best efforts, 1) we were alive and pretty much unhurt, 2) we’d found our way back instead of being lost out there for who knows how much longer, and 3) my actions specifically were a big part of us NOT dying or being lost from their stupid “class bonding” game, they were so mad that I “broke the rules” that I got sentenced to getting up an hour earlier the next day for “quiet contemplation and prayer and apology.”

And though I’d had plenty of mounting evidence before, that was the day I definitively learned that my teachers were full of shit. :)

(While this whole experience is not by any means something I’d say is “typical” of a Baptist school … it should kind of tell you everything you need to know about my Baptist school.)

*Before anyone gets up in my ask box with, like, “...Dude. Do you not see how horrifying that story is?” Yeah, I know. A few decades of hindsight later and this sounds a lot less fun for a whole lot of reasons. But I used this story because it’s one of the things that I found funnier at the time and isn’t something that I’m actively angry about, like the ridiculous rules, brainwashing, and other harmful things that are still being practiced in thousands of religious schools around the country and directly contribute to the shittiest parts of the shitshow that the US has become. You want stories about that, I’ll be happy to tell them, but they will be under cuts and tagged for triggers for my followers.

#asks #story time #long post #religion #(sort of)#religious school cw

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your-nanas-house · 2 years

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Hii! I was hoping to get a matchup because i have been wondering who I would be best with so tysm!!

I am 5’0 with dark brown hair and eyes. I’m a introvert with a little of extrovert in there but its rare lol, I mostly want to stay home but whenever i do go out i have fun but my preference is to stay home. I love to explore and try new things even if they are a little dangerous because i would love to be in the action i find the thrill and adrenaline rush of things. I find myself to be a sub with a brat temper and love a challenge. My hobbies include: Sleeping (mostly lol), reading, going on walks in the dark, watching shows, writing, listening to music, etc. I have anxiety which i control sometimes but other times i need someone so give me comfort. I always find myself attracted to more of a toxic person when in a relationship.

Anyways tysm! Love your stories <3

Aw thank you! I think you are...

Pre-spray!Jeremiah's pet!

There are many things you have in common such as preferring to stay home instead of going out, being introverted. He would really appreciate your hobbies and participate sometimes if he has time.

He doesn't look that toxic but I'm pretty sure he is, he just hides it well.

A coat

Pairing: Pre-spray!Jeremiah X Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words:

Summary: Y/n is walking in the night

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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Walking in the woods was not a good idea but Y/n liked to walk at night and since she lived in a forest inside a bunker, the only option was to walk in the nature hoping not to trip or meet dangerous animals.

That evening the wind was colder than usual given the change of season and Y/n really should have taken her coat like Jeremiah had suggested but she didn't and now she found herself walking in the woods alone, at night, in the cold; she didn't mind the cold, she liked it kept her..awake in a way but she would have liked to have a warm body, possibly her boyfriend's, next to her holding her hand and walking together without talking or talking, she didn't mind either option.

Her mind wandered and she did not notice the warmth that was now on her shoulders caused by a jacket, her face lifted to meet the gaze of Jeremiah who was already looking at her "I told you to bring a coat".

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@gabile18

@mrsfullbuster500

@trainer--taylor

@elizamalfoyy

@eovjjj

@animefan3223

@jeremiah-va1eska

@gothamchic16

@rabbiteggz

@dieg0brandos-wife

@rottenecstasy

@lazyexuseforausername

@teh-vampire-bunny

#jeremiah valeska #jeremiah valeska imagine #jeremiah x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #gotham x reader #gotham tv #gotham

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docalu · 1 year

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Monsters

Prompt: Supernatural

Ship: Nagano Trio

The room he was led into was tidy and bright. Lanterns lit the walls made of silk paper and the cushion of red brocade. Everything looked wealthy and expensive. Even the bamboo mats on the ground felt soft to walk on.

Kneeling down he sat on the ground, putting the sword from his side in front of his knees. Then he waited. Hands resting on his upper legs, he held his head low, as was expected. That was until it started to hurt. He didn't move. He stayed as he was but the wait got longer and finally, he slipped to the side, releasing his bad leg of the pressure.

A quiet rustling made him look up and the boy peeking into the room from behind one of the sliding doors flinched. He couldn't be older than maybe five or six. His hair was short and his eyes big, filled to the brim with fear but also fascination. Scared he vanished behind the door, just to peak in once more at the waiting man.

"What's your name, boy?" The stranger's voice was rough but not unfriendly. It made the child flinch once more and bite his lip.

"... Ryu", he mumbled, after hesitating.

"Ryu-kun, eh? Good name. Means dragon. Right?"

The boy smiled shyly just before he nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Ryu-kun. My name's Kansuke."

"Kansuke-dono."

At the bow from the boy Kansuke laughed quietly.

"No need for that. Come over here, would you?"

Glancing around, the boy hesitated, before he shoved himself into the room. He came closer with a limp, sitting down next to the swordsman with a bit of difficulty. When he was done he shyly smiled up at the stranger and the stranger smiled back.

"Ryu-kun, can I ask you something?"

Curiously the boy tilted his head.

"The village outside. How long does it look this... ragged already?"

"Ragged...?"

"I've seen many houses with broken roofs and missing doors. Everything looks like it's not cared for, but there are people around."

Hungry-looking people in badly repaired clothes. Poor people.

The boy glanced down at the Kansuke's outstretched leg, thinking. Scars were peeking out from under his wide trousers. Pale scars on dark skin.

"I don't know. It always looks like this."

"Hm... so it's been a while."

"How did you get the scars?"

Blinking Kansuke looked down at the boy who pointed at his face with big, curious eyes. The man reached up and touched the cross across his missing eye.

"You see, I once fought with a Tengu and almost lost."

If it was possible the boy's eyes grew even wider.

"RYU!"

The sharp voice made the boy flinch. Hastily he got up and limped away, as fast as he could, vanishing behind the paper walls.

"Useless brat..."

Grumbling under his breath a fat man entered the room. He pulled the silken hems of expensive robes behind himself as he walked up to the cushion and sat down. The woman following him, immediately put a small tray with tea down next to him. She didn't look up, nor did she show any sign that she had noticed the stranger. She just stood there, head lowered and hands crossed in front of her, hiding bandaged fingers in the folds of her yukata.

"So you're the sword to hire?", the lord of the house snared.

"That I am." Shifting a bit Kansuke got back on his knees. "I heard you need help."

"Indeed. A dreaded monster settled in my forest. It eats my peasants and makes working impossible. For months we can't get wood out and losing on our income."

"I see. So you want me to chase that monster away?"

"No. Kill it! Kill it and bring me its pelt! It's living on my property, so it's mine."

Kansuke nodded slowly.

"If you say so. What's my payment?"

"Ten copper."

A think dark eyebrow wandered up.

"I get that much for a half day of weeding someone's garden."

The fat man grumbled. "Didn't you listen? We've no income for months now! We're practically starving!"

Sighing Kansuke got up, leaned on the sheet of his sword. While he did, his glance found the small boy again behind the doorframe and the spotted cat rubbing against his legs. For a moment he thought there were two tails wrapping around the boy's ankle, but maybe it was just a reflection in the lantern light.

"Fine then. If you're starving..."

"Good." A grin spread on the fat man's face and he reached for the steaming teacup in the tray. However, when he took a sip he made a face, throwing the cup in the direction of the woman next to him.

"What's that?! Can't you even cook proper tea, you useless wench?!" The tray followed the teacup, hitting the woman against the shoulder, but she didn't even flinch. Instead, she endured the curses and insults, kneeling down, in the end, in the end to pick up the broken porcelain.

Kansuke watched everything with lips pressed to a thin line but didn't say anything.

"I need someone to show me the way", he said when the lord of the house had calmed down enough.

"Huh? Oh, yes. My wife will lead you there." A grin spread on his face as the woman looked up, fear clear in her eyes. It looked like she wanted to protest, but in the end, she just lowered her gaze again, nodding.

It was half an hour later when the swordsman followed the light from the lantern in the woman's hand. She led him through the dark village and out of it, towards a forest behind a field of softly swaying rice plants.

Chopped trees had been left behind at the edge of that forest, seemingly forgotten in a hurried escape. The woman walked past them and into the darkness underneath the trees.

"Is he following us?" The quiet voice coming from her lips was deep and silky.

"Yeah, he does. Probably making sure I'm not running off with his wife."

"Or", the woman said without looking back at Kansuke. "he wants to blame you for her death. He's plotting an accident for a while now to get his hands on her heritage."

"For a while?" Catching up to her Kansuke glanced at the pale face, cast in shadows and light from the lantern. There was the hint of a mustache on her upperlip just to be gone the next moment. "Say... how long have you played this role now?"

A thin eyebrow wandered upwards, while dark blue eyes found the swordsman.

"I took her form yesterday. What do you want to imply, Kansuke-kun?"

"Oh, nothing. Just making sure that idiot didn't get his hands on my property."

The hand suddenly squeezing the woman's bum made her almost jump.

"Kansuke-kun."

"What?"

"Hands off."

But the other just laughed, pulling her closer to his side.

"Nah. It's rare I get to see you like this. Gotta take the chance while it lasts."

"Kansuke-kun..." The low growl was a warning he ignored with a smile and a kiss on a pale cheek.

"You're pretty when you're angry."

Pushing him away the woman put the lantern down, before she faced him. Eyebrows knitted she glared and a gust of wind made her yukata and hair fly. Dry leaves danced around her form that grew in size within a blink. Hands and feet turned to claws, white fur grew everywhere and the once small mouth turned into the snout of a giant fox.

Kansuke didn't have time to react before the white beast ripped him to the ground, five bushy tails whiping the air, while sharp teeth hovered dangerously above his face.

"A-A monster!" The scream was high-pitched and panicked. Stumbling over undergrowth and dead branches the fat man, who had followed them in a distance, fleed the forest.

"Koumei..." Kansuke huffed annoyed. "Now you scared him away."

"That wasn't my intention, however I'm not tolerating you groping me, Kansuke", the fox gave back. "What has gotten into you, I wonder."

Lying on his back with the fox having him pinned to the ground the swordsman sighed softly. The teasing grin had long vanished and turned into the hint of a smile as he reached up to run his fingers tenderly along the silky snout.

"I just missed you. It's been... what now? Three weeks? Three weeks since I saw you two."

Dark blue eyes above him narrowed before the fox got off him and sat neatly on its hind legs. "That was still uncalled for."

"Heh, sorry." Sitting up Kansuke rubbed his leg, grabbing the slender hand that reached out for him. With the help he got back up on his feet, smiling at who stood before him now. It wasn't the woman anymore and the fox was gone as well. Just the tails, dissolving into thin air the next moment, indicated that this man with the pointy mustache and the neatly combed hair had been anything else than what he was now. And what he was now, was the exact opposite to the rough looking and unshaved swordsman.

"You're forgiven, but I advise you not to greet Yui-kun that way."

"Oh, I'd never", Kansuke laughed. "I know she'd bite my head off, if I called her my property. That's pretty rude after all."

"Excuse me?" The mouth under the other man's mustache twitched dangerously.

"If you're aware of how rude you've been, then why did you say it to me in the first place?"

There was the grin on the swordman's face again and an arm around the other man's waist, pulling him close.

"Because you're pretty when you're angry. I like that~"

Any protest was cut short with a passionate kiss and for a moment the man called Koumei seemed to melt into it, before he put his hand into Kansuke's face and pushed him away at arm's length. Straightening his ruffled mustache with his fingertips he cleared his throat and turned to walk away.

"Hurry, Kansuke-kun. We have things to finish."

"True that."

Side by side they walked out of the forest and over the rice field, along the path through the village, back to the mansion. It was quiet, not just in the village but in the mansion as well.

The guards, which had eyed Kansuke just a while ago as he had entered the house, were sleeping now, leaned against the walls. Both men passed them and a few sleeping servants, making their way back to the lantern lit room with the glamorous walls and the brocade cushion.

As they entered the woman sitting on that very cushion looked up with a smile. On her lap rested the boy named Ryu, sleeping peacefully and with a small smile on his lips. Behind them a sleeping woman had curled up on a blanket.

"There you are. I was a little worried already."

Letting the child very carefully slip from her lap she got up and stretched, two white cat tails with black and red spots curling lazily behind her.

"Kansuke-kun decided to fool around", Koumei explained coolly and walked up to the woman to give her a kiss on the cheek. It made her chuckle. "I should have known."

Tilting her head she waited for Kansuke to come closer just to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly.

"I told you not to tease Taka'aki-kun too much. One day he'll bite your head off for sure~"

"He almost did", Kansuke laughed. "You should have seen how he lost his composure, Yui. He must have really missed me."

"We both did", Yui added and caressed his cheek with a smile. "Hm... gone for a few days and you're even more prickly than usual. You need a shave, Kan-chan."

"Could we care about Kansuke-kun's lack of personal hygiene, once we're done here?", Koumei asked.

"Oi!", Kansuke growled but Koumei just looked at him with a straight face, his five tails wiping slowly over the bamboo mats.

"What is it, Kansuke-kun? You're the one who wanted to teach this greedy human a lesson."

"Yes. Let's do this." Putting her hand on Kansuke's arm, Yui nodded. "He's hiding in the shed in the garden. The rest of the village is asleep. I made sure everyone will have nice dreams."

"Except for the landlord." Pulling his sword from its sheet Kansuke smiled grim. "Will his wife manage?"

"She will. Yuriko-dono is a very intelligent and empathic woman", Koumei said, stepping next to him.

"And Ryu-kun is a kind-hearted boy. He will be a good successor to this vile man once he gets older", Yui added, taking the place on Kansuke's other side.

"Good."

Large black wings spread behind him, hovering protective over the five-tailed fox and the two-tailed cat at his sides.

"Then let's free this place of its monster."

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Type of Yokai

Tengu - "heavenly dog" / raven

Nekotama - two tailed cat

Kitsune - many tailed fox

#multiamorymarch2023 #dcmk #yamato kansuke #uehara yui #morofushi taka'aki #nagano trio #Alu writes

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smokeclan-oc · 2 years

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Torrentroar - slim blue point saimese tom with pale blue eyes

Family: Unknown Gender / Sexuality: trans-tom (came out as a kit) / pansexual whore Personality: whoooore, pretty and he *knows* it, except its fine because hes so pretty, acts all shy and sweet, but fr would eat your heart out, looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you, “i dont talk shit about you on the internet” “go bad bitch go bad bitch go” Backstory: Thrushclan warriors are strong, with thick muscles and thick fur, they are not elegant, or pretty. Torrentroar was a young kit found wandering in the woods by a queen, and was quickly ushered to the nursery, where he was raised by Breakinglight along with Hickorysap, his brother, Torrentroar definitely looks different than the other Thrushclan warriors. Not at first, they all have pale pelts, but his striking pale blue eyes are so beautiful like pearls, and his pelt is so soft and smooth. Not to mention the delicate blue points the young Siamese cat has. Because of his beauty, Torrentroar barely has to lift a claw. Thankfully, he had a bitchy mentor who used her beauty to her advantage, but also expected greatness from her apprentice. She was a skilled sexy she-cat, and trained Torrentroar to be one as well. He seems delicate, but he’s fast as hell, and has razor sharp claws. He’s able to predict a cats move before he even makes it. Yet… he doesnt lift a claw if he doesnt have to. People always want to go hunting so they can get a chance to share theirs catch with Torrentroar. He actually spends most of his time gossiping with the queens, and sneering when a kit gets too close to him. Despite that, he would like kits of his own, someday. Ideal Partner: someone who is totally happy spoiling their baby, hear me out; brat tamer type, or the deputy who just goes “what’s a guy supposed to do when his husband is that pretty?” Like *you’d do the same if you were me*. Position | Clan: Warrior | Thrushclan

#torrentroar #trushclan character #original character #warrior

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tmmyhug · 3 years

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noticing a frankly shameful lack of antarctic empire sbi family portraits

#/lh ofc #im just a sucker for the ae sbi aesthetic and i feel like it's not taken advantage of enough #family? yes. family but found? better. family but found but ROYALS? i am passing out #i want my stoic and powerful but gentle and kind emperor phil with frankly massive wings #who is revered by the people and cares deeply for them in return #crown prince techno who shadows him quietly in strategy meetings and spends hours in the royal libraries #and has the guards fence with him for fun and to flex his skills #silver-tongued young wilbur who plays his guitar for the court and who phil lets into trades meetings because of how much he loves learning #about culture/geography (and because his quick wit and charsima always score the empire an upper hand in negotiations but shhh)#spoiled brat tommy who annoys and is adored by the whole castle in equal measure #sneaking out of lessons to hang out with tubbo in the stables and constantly losing his crown #phil's ragtag 3 princes who can be found wandering the streets among the commoners or barging into important assemblies for his attention #they all have awesome blue and gold formal outfits but phil and techno are the only ones consistently in them #and richly hemmed capes and delicate circlets and they go on horseback rides through snowy woods on weekends #mmmm #it's my fancy royalty au and i'll make it as self indulgent as i want #this text post was mostly an excuse to ramble in the tags oops

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 2 years

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Hi lovely! I’m new to your blog and adore your shanks imagines! I saw you have both a “Benn marriage head cannons” and “Shanks marriage head cannons”, but I was wondering if you would be willing to write head cannons for being married to both Shanks and Benn (like poly relationship head cannons)? Thanks ;)

Poly Shanks and Benn marriage head cannons

Sfw

So these two spoil you rotten, no joke, if you even look at something for too long they'll assume you want it, and it'll be in your possession by the end of the day.

They feel very lucky to have you

Benn feel lucky he doesn't have to rangle Shanks on his own, and even though you and Shanks are partners in chaos, you usually pull him away from doing something stupid.

Shanks feels lucky because he has someone to cause trouble with

Out of all of you, Shanks is the most affectionate.

They bring you along on their adventures and if you get tired they take turns giving you piggyback rides

Benn is, naturally, the most responsible one in the relationship. He's the one who handles your finances, so you never have to worry about budgeting.

Y'all have nightly cuddle piles and live all in the same room.

Shanks steals all the blankets, but it's fine because Benn is usually warm enough you don't need one.

Your bed usually looks like a nest because it has so many blankets and pillows on it, and because it's never made, no matter how much Benn tries to keep it neat.

Neither of them can cook for shit

Shanks will burn down the kitchen if he's left unattended

Benn can make edible food, but it's painfully Midwest, no flavor at all, think raisins in casserole.

Shanks and Benn will use your shower products, so buy lots

They don't care if they wander around smelling like your body wash.

Shanks will even use your razor, benn won't, but if you don't like that you have to stick it in a drawer or something.

Wear their clothes, please they love it, even though their clothes are all too big for you.

All date nights are planned by Shanks, he's the more romantic out of the two

Each date is always unique and fun

Benn has a box of keep sakes from dates, anniversaries, and just anything you have exchanged like letters, gifts, flowers, little rocks you give him, etc.

He hides it under the bed and he likes to look through it anytime he adds something to it. He has it so he doesn't forget a single moment with the two of you.

Shanks found it one day and started his own

When you found their boxes you bought them nice wood boxes so that they didn't have to use shoe boxes.

Shanks loves taking pictures of all of you and the crew. He puts them in organized photo albums.

You all have long conversation, while star gazing on the deck of the Red Force late into the night

Shanks likes dancing with you, Benn's a little too shy to dance with you in public.

But in private, he will dance with you, he's not good at it, but he doesn't care, he just wants to have fun with you

When y'all go out exploring you never have to sleep on the ground, because you get to sleep on one of them or you get to sleep on their blankets or cloaks.

Nsfw

They do take you together sometime

Sometimes individually

Benn prefers individually, because soon as one of them is off of you the other starts working on you.

He likes seeing you an overstimulated blissed out mess

Peg them please, they'll love you for it

Shanks is a bisexual switch so sometimes while he's fucking you, Benn will come up and fuck him from behind.

Benn is a pansexual top, so he'll be reluctant to let you top him.

Shanks is also a brat, so if you're a brat Benn will be in heaven and in trouble.

Shower sex between all three of you was forbidden because one time Benn accidentally elbowed Shanks in the face, making him fall and giving him a concussion.

Benn never forgave himself and refuses to participate in fear of doing it again

Shanks and you once decided to wear lingerie for Benn as a joke, but he ended up really liking it so it became a normal thing in your bedroom,

Shanks in fact prefers wearing silk underwear because of it.

You and Shanks usually need to coax Benn into opening up about and indulging in his more... Exotic fetishes.

Let's just say there's now a new bed frame in your room that allows him to tie you two up or down at the same time, and a trunk full of rope, handcuffs, gags, and all sorts of accoutrement in the closest.

Shanks however has no shame, and is very open about his fantasies.

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roscgcld · 3 years

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RYOMEN SUKUNA || we will meet again

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her

proof read: N/A

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

Back in the day, when Jujutsu Sorcerers were at their prime, lived a Cursed Spirit who goes by the name Sukuna. Once a human Sorcerer himself, he had somehow managed to create himself into the Jujutsu world's most feared Cursed Spirit. He was dubbed 'the King of Curses' and rained terror over the human and jujutsu world; with super natural powers and a sadistic personality to match the title. Everyone who has crossed him shook in absolute fear.

That was, of course, before he met a particular princess.

She was a beautiful woman; the daughter of one of the then king’s favourite concubines. Born with the alluring beauty of her mother, and a heart of gold, it was hard to ignore her presence when she walked into a room.

She was brought up in the palace, where she was given the title as princess; but she will never sit on the throne of the kingdom her father rules over. As only the King’s wife is allowed to bear the heir that will sit on the throne. She didn’t mind, she had never desired such power to begin with. Even if she was going to be married off to one of the many foreign princes asking for her hand in marriage, she didn’t care about titles.

Since she was never destined to sit on the throne, her father had given her quite the freedom to do as she pleases. With all her free time, she tends to use it connect to the people of her kingdom; helping the needy during their time of need, always purchasing things from the local vendors and merchants that have travelled long and far. She is beloved by the people, and shines a light on the royal family that makes them more human instead of the godly image that is projected onto the royal family.

Anyone who meets her would fall in love for her - and apparently not even Cursed Spirits were the exception.

The princess have always love spending her time out in nature - horse back riding with a few of the guards in training, swimming in the river that her brothers love to hunt by, learning about the different plants and herbs from the doctors that go out foraging for medical herbs. So it came to the surprise to no one when Sukuna stumbled onto the princess by accident on the riverbed.

Sukuna had not expected to see any human about as he goes about his walk deep in the woods. It was one of those rare moments to himself where he does not necessarily have anything he needed to do on hand, and also the few rare moments where he does not have a mob of sorcerers up his ass. He was just enjoying the sounds of nature and the soft wind blowing against his kimono when he heard what sounded like a human's laughter coming from the river near by. At first he was curious, since no human usually ventures this deeply into the woods. At the same time, he had wanted to ignore it, since humans are just a pain in the ass to deal with even if they can't see you. However, there was something so alluring about that soft giggle that had him wanting to see just who this annoying brat was. So, without even him realising what was happening, his feet quietly walked towards the river and before he knew it, he had pushed the last branch aside to peek over at the river bed curiously. Sitting before him on a flat rock by the river was a woman with flowing hair, her small feet dipped into the running water below as her hands reached forward to play with a few of the fishes that swam by. The pink fabric of her furisode laid behind her like a pink halo, showcasing the intricate sakura trees and flowers that were sown into the fabric. The aura around her was relaxed and peaceful, and somehow just seeing her brings him a sense of peace. As if she could sense his stare, the woman suddenly pauses before she turns to look over her shoulder curiously; bright and seemingly glowing eyes meeting his red ones head on. Sukusa felt the world around him come to a stop as the eyes of the princess before him trapped him on the spot, causing him to loose all train of thought from before. "Oh - were you wanting to sit here too?"

"Huh?"

The casual way she just asked him that question definitely threw him off. The woman actually just lets out a soft laugh at his dry answer. "It's alright - we can share the space if you don't mind." She commented, a teasing tone taking over her voice as she patted the free spot beside her. "I promise I don't bite."

If she had known just who this man was, she might actually understand how ironic her sentence was. But Sukuna decided not to comment on it as he quietly makes his way towards her, sitting down at the spot beside the princess whose eyes had already returned to the river before her. "The water feels extra nice today. And there is more fishes then usual." She conversed with the man casually, causing Sukuna to wonder if she is pretending to be as dense as she is right now. "How are you so calm right now? I mean, do you see a 10ft tall human with four arms every day or what? Your reaction is sort of dull."

The princess pauses in thought as she thinks, looking far too relaxed by his side. "I have always been able to see...odd things." She started off with a soft hum, glancing over at the man beside her with a soft smile. "I have asked people around me before, and after realising that I am the only one who can see them, I decided to ignore them." She admitted, running her dry hand through her hair softly. "But if I am being honest, this is the first time one has actually ever spoken to me."

"Well, I'm not the everyday curses." He said with a slightly proud tune in his voice, to which the princess beside him looks up at the taller man with interest. "Every day curses are small things, I am basically what people in my world call a Special Grade Curse." He continued, and for some reason, when he saw how her eyes were staring up at in him awe, he looked away with a light blush on his face. He doesn't even know what was about her that drags out these human-like emotions from him - he had never felt like this ever before.

"Special Grade Curse?" She echoes back with curiosity, to which the man beside her just nods softly as he leans back to rest on the free arms, the other two crossed across his chest. Suddenly she turned to face him, her eyes shining so brightly with excitement that it caused Sukuna to squint a little. "Can you explain just what you are to me a little more?"

One question was all it took to have Sukuna falling, and if he was being honest - he actually didn’t mind spending so much time on this little human. From sharing stolen nights in her bedroom in the royal palace, to sneaking out to just go to the riverbed where the met for the first time; they even spent time just wandering about his domain. It was actually during these small explorations of the world around them that created a special bond between the two.

For her, he was her escape from the restrictive and repetitive routine of royal life. For him, she was his utopia, a person he can turn to whenever he feels like just killing everyone around him. Soon though, these emotions sprouted into something deeper and more personal. It was jarring at first, falling for a human - but he knows that she was worth it all.

He remembers the way her eyes shone brightly with a constant look of innocence in them, yet she is mature and realistic enough to know that not everything is sunshine and rainbows. He remembers the way she carries herself, her warm and loving smile, how content he felt whenever she wrapped her arms around him. He loves the feeing of her soft hair that tumbles around her face in soft waves, how it feels like silk whenever he runs his fingers through them. How with just one glance, she can fill the void in his heart that he didn't know existed.

Yet they were never set to happy ending to begin with.

It was during just what started off like a normal day when the town the princess was in was suddenly invaded by a rival kingdom’s army. Their goal was to conquer and take over the kingdom with any means necessarily; meaning that the royal family had to go.

Uraume had entered his hideout, panting with wide eyes as they told Sukuna of the town now plunging into chaos. Within seconds the Cursed Spirit was up and sprinting towards the royal palace, great fear and anger gripping him from within. Entering through the destroyed doors of the grand palace, he ignored the screams of anguish of the others around him as he ran straight towards one of the buildings - the building where the royal sleeping chambers were located.

When he finally found her room, he felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest at the sight before him.

The once beautifully crafted shoji doors with panels decorated in a beautiful forest scene now laid in tatters, the furniture inside looking as if though a huge scuffle had happened. Rushing deeper into the room, he felt his heart sank to its stomach when he saw the splatters of blood leading towards the small room where the princess would sleep in.

Entering the back room, his red eyes scanned over the many splatters of blood about the room, the red handprints of the princess smeared across the ornate walls whilst the body of the princess laid on her futon; the sheets now soaked in blood. "No, no, no.." Sukuna managed out in horror as he quickly made his way to his lover's side, pulling her bloodied body into his arms immediately. "Flower, open your eyes. Please.."

Slowly her eyelids begin to move, and Sukuna felt his heart break when he saw how her now dull and tired eyes shifted to look up at him, taking a moment to truly process just who he was. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna mumbles out through a small voice as he pulls her closer, trying his hardest to press his hands against the gashing wound on her abdomen. Since the wound was inflicted by a non-sorcerer, there was no trace of cursed magic on her; meaning that there was no way he can save her to begin with. "I-If only I had known..."

"Shh...it's okay.." The princess whispered out in a soft but pained tone, her bloody hand reaching up to cup his tattoo cheek ever so softly. The familiar touch brought another wave of emotion through Sukuna as he tries to blink back his tears, pulling her closer to his chest as he shifted his posture so she was sitting in his lap. He barely even acknowledge his own kimono that was slowly being soaked in blood. "Y-You didn't know this was going to happen...no one did...don't blame yourself..."

With watery red eyes Sukuna marvelled at how even though she was on death's doorstep, she still tried to put on a smile for his sake. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna manages through a pained tone, tears now sliding down his face in thick streams whilst the woman just gave him a loving smile, resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't be.." She mumbles softly, forcing the man to look down at her as she gave him the same smile that had him falling for her from the beginning. "You know that...it takes more than this to get rid of me.."

The teasing words caused Sukuna to let out a soft and pained laugh, remembering the times where he would tell her how annoying she was whenever she would cling onto him and tease him relentlessly. He would trade anything to go back to those moments once more. "Brat.." He manages through his silent sobs, to which the woman just lets out a soft laugh as her fingers slowly traced along his features. For a few moments it was just silence, but the next time she spoke, Sukuna knew that the end was coming.

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

"I promise, my love." Sukuna mumbles back quietly, resting his forehead against hers when he noticed how much effort it takes for her to blink. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." He told her firmly as he presses a loving kiss on her forehead. "No matter how long it takes.." She echoes quietly, to which Sukuna just press a loving kiss on her head just as he felt her soft hand slowly slide down his chest, falling limply on her side.

For a moment Sukuna just held her against him, quietly crying into her hair. His entire world was in his arms, and just like that she was taken away from him. From that sadness came anger, and he soon found himself with the deep desire to crush whoever took her away from him.

Thus started the true rein of terror under the King of Curses, his anger fueling him to chase for bigger goals. Whilst he strive to rid of this world of dirty humans who took his flower away from her, he kept the vow that they promised one another - that they will wait for the other no matter how long it takes.

Because he had promised you so, and he’d do anything to keep that promise.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x erader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna imagine #ryomen sukuna imagines #anime fanfic

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snarryauctoberfest · 7 months

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2023 Snarry AUctoberfest Anon Masterlist 💚❤️

This fest has been a great success! Thanks to all our amazing creators and to all our amazing cheerleaders. Severus and Harry have fallen in love time and time again, across multiple universes. Isn't that grand? Here's the anon master list.

Podfic

💚❤️ Out of Place by Faelyee || T || 189 minutes Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry wakes up and the world has changed. Then he does it again.

Filk

💚❤️ Game Over || T || 3 minutes Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

As the war ravages on, they meet again, years after Snape's betrayal. Filk (fanmusic) to the tune of Zu Ende (Dracula the Musical original German performance).

Art

💚❤️ Kings of the Forest || G Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

💚❤️ Nightly Wanderings || G Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Snarry AU - Cats Watercolour on paper, digitally edited

Art + Fanfic

💚❤️ How Deep a Promise Goes || M || 6.7k Archive Warning: Underage Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Fanfic

💚❤️ all that's left in the world || E || 16.8k Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

He's a different person; he thinks differently. He used to think like a victim who had barely escaped their capture, but now… now maybe he thinks like a soldier; like a survivor. He thinks like a leader. He isn't sure how he managed to land himself in this position, he never wanted to lead them, but he does, and he does it well. He's kept most of them alive, somehow, through everything.

💚❤️ The Barter System || G || 5.6k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

The first conversation they had resulted in a breakup. Things can only get better from here. Right?

💚❤️ Brat! || E || 25.7k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

💚❤️ Calamity at the Canadian Call Centre || E || 3.7k Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry has a bad day at work. His manager calls him into his office to check up on him.

💚❤️ For I Have Found Salvation || E || 7.1k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

💚❤️ Harry Potter and the Monster in the Woods || T || 5.8k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry is sent into the woods to be sacrificed to the creature who lives there in exchange for the creature lifting his curse on Harry's village. Harry is rather surprised not to be eaten. The creature is rather surprised that Harry turns out to be a tolerable life companion.

💚❤️ i would follow you into the deep || T || 3.5k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Last year, when Harry Potter dove into the Black Lake to retrieve a treasure he'd sorely miss, he hadn't counted on finding an even greater prize in the murky depths. Severus Snape, a merman of many talents, is a mystery that Harry is just itching to unravel.

💚❤️ In darkness, there is fear and comfort || T || 6.4k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

💚❤️ Innocent Lilies || E || 1k Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It was bittersweet to have Harry as he was back then — a charming boy who asked after another's health, who cared for the hippogriffs roaming the castle grounds, and who greeted Severus each day with a bashful hello. Now Harry was the Dark Lord, ruling the land with a tight grip and harsh declarations, so different from his first eighteen years of life. Severus receives confirmation one night. A 2HA Snarry inspired fic.

💚❤️ Just Me and You || E || 63.6k Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Harry was just trying to get supplies but winds up completely alone and in dire straits. Just when it looks like he might really be finished, his magic spontaneously Apparates him to Hogwarts...and delivers him right into Severus Snape's clutches.

💚❤️ The London House || M || 21.5k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus never anticipated the stroke of luck which led him to discover kindred spirits in Muggle London, yet it turned his life around. He never expected to fall in love either, but he must now deal with the consequences. Written for a prompt: "At London Pride, Police Officer Harry clashes with Drag Queen Severus, who has An Opinion about cops at Pride."

💚❤️ Long Time Coming || G || 6.6k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It is as easy as breathing. To fall in love with your best friend. To make your whole world revolve around each other. There are no timelines where we didn't end up together. There are no timelines where your mere presence didn't light up my day. You, my best friend, my lover, my spouse, are everything to me.

💚❤️ The Mail-Order Bridegroom || E || 7.6k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

It's 1888, and Severus needs a spouse to help him manage his homestead. His friend Lucius submits an advertisement for a mail-order bridegroom and Harry answers the call.

💚❤️ The Mistake || NR || 593 Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

You know how embarrassed you feel after accidentally sending someone the wrong link? Wouldn't you hate to imagine how bad it would be if you sent the wrong link to *two* people? Imagine no more.

💚❤️ Never in Your Favour || E || 20.8k Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Muggle AU. Headmaster Dumbledore decides it is time for Harry to train resistance to interrogation so he can properly join the Order of the Ostrich. And who better to administer that training than his very own Chemistry teacher, Severus Snape? "I am not merely talking about discomfort – you will be hurt, you will need medical assistance, there is going to be a severe impact on your mental health as well. We will be far, far out of range of a student-teacher relationship."

💚❤️ A Potter Thing || E || 5k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Severus had always been sensitive to other people's magic. Lily's relaxed him, the Marauders' made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he vomited the one (and only) time he felt the Dark Lord's. But Harry's, the new Defense Professor's, arousedhim. “You’ve been avoided me, Severus Snape.” “Hardly,” snapped Severus, turning his emotions to anger in a desperate bid to keep the arousal at bay. “Today, you stared down at your desk while thinking of another man. “And how did you even know what I was thinking anyway, you creep!” Potter pursed those plump and kissable lips of his in apparent annoyance. “That’s certainly no way for you to talk to a professor, Mr. Snape.” “Oh gods…you look so much like Potter I thought you’d be saved from the Black madness but you’re positively raving.” “You’re not the only one who feels it, you know,” Potter replied, his voice seeming to drop an octave as he did so. "It’s a Potter thing. From what James has told me, he’s felt the same pull from Lily since the moment he met her. Unfortunately, since she’s a Muggleborn, I suppose she’s not sensitive to it the way you are. Are you done fighting me now? Why deny what is inevitable?"

💚❤️ The Prince and the Painter || E || 8.3k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

For the prompt: Renaissance!AU. King James and Queen Lily are trying to marry off their son, Prince Harry, and have hired Europe's most revered court painter, Severus Snape, to paint a portrait of him to send out to prospective princesses. Severus is so charmed by Harry that he wants him for himself. His professional pride means he can't bring himself to paint a bad portrait of him, but how can he prevent any royal wedding from taking place?

💚❤️ The Promise || M || 28k Archive Warning: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Ever since Harry arrived at Hogwarts: Home for the Orphaned Magicals, his life has been perfect. all the Sisters are here to help, he has a family in his friends and is working hard to be Chosen to graduate. But Hogwarts is keeping a dark secret and Harry needs Severus now more than ever. Prompt 2023-197: Based on Promise Neverland Premise (you don't need to read the story to read this one). "I want you to be part of that whole"- is a paraphrased quote I took from one of the main leads from the anime.

💚❤️ Receive You || T || 11.5k Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

💚❤️ Resurgence || E || 37.9k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Prompt: #26: BDSM-AU: magical folk have certain dynamics between them. Magic ebbs and flows freely and healthily if one's dynamic needs are met. Severus is a sub, but to keep his spywork perfect, he pretends to be a dom. It's a thing that could seriously mess up a lesser wizard, but he is anything but lesser. He is not well though. Harry sees this, and, a dom through and through, craves to help. I love a good worldbuilding with these dynamics and the many ways bdsm-worlds could shape our favourite characters

💚❤️ Season of Growth || E || 25.8k Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

💚❤️ A Stray Adventure || T || 6.6k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Taking in an injured stray cat when walking home drunk was an idiotic idea; even more so if said cat turns out to be a (very attractive) wizard who captures Severus' heart in an instant.

💚❤️ These Gifts are Made for Using || T || 9k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

💚❤️ Unexpected Suitor || T || 6k Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Prompt: Historical AU. Harry must marry before his 25th birthday in order to receive his inheritance or see it given to a distant relative, but he has driven off every suitor. Fed up, Lily decides he can marry her childhood friend Severus, who won't let himself be scared off by Harry's antics. James is less enthused, but can see no other option for Harry to receive his inheritance. - "Severus, you'd be perfect!" "Excuse me?" exclaimed James and Harry simultaneously, one horrified, the other shocked. Severus' eyes narrowed. "I'm not quite sure what you mean, Lily." -

💚❤️ Whiskey and Whine || E || 5.5k Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

Omega Severus Snape and his Alpha Harry Potter have some fun between classes. But they aren't alone!

💚❤️ Wicked Wiesn || E || 18.2k Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Tumblr Post: Link AO3: Link

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kaiqarker · 3 years

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the watchtower’s lighthouse | stan vogel

pairing: stan vogel x reader

warnings: smut, swearing

summary: months after a disasterous first date with stan vogel, your paths cross once more when you’re lost within the depths of kern canyon national park during a thunderstorm and stan happens to have inherited a shift patrolling from the watchtower.

a/n: back from the dead because of this man. hope y’all enjoy :)

THE SKY EMULATED STAN VOGEL'S morals, consisting of gray unpredictability. If he was within the familiar walls of his assigned cabin, located along the grounds of Kern Canyon National Park, it would be an indication he wouldn't have to do much patrolling. Campers usually stayed put if there was rainfall, sticking to their own site and not off doing God knows what to the land Stan takes pride in preserving. Cascading a thick husk of superiority and knowledge was his favorite thing about the job, which is why he was disappointed he was stuck maintaining the watchtower for tonight.

The surveillance for the watchtower was run by a tight knit schedule of volunteers and the occasional firefighter that needed a change of scenery for a couple days. Needless to say with all the strange occurrences and sightings, there have been less and less people willing to take on the task. And now the duty was bestowed upon the park ranger— at least for tonight. He swore to himself that at sunrise he would be out of there and back to being the persistent, vexing gum stuck to the bottom of everyone's shoe.

Stan now sat in a wobbly chair, feet propped up on the desk and his trusty binoculars in hand. His surroundings were darkening, quicker than they would at his cabin because of the parade of trees towering over the area. He could mostly only see shadows and the outlines of the forest. His paranoia kept him on the lookout, knowing all too well what kind of perilous entities the park harbored, dark secrets he was trusted in keeping.

It was why his body jolted and he nearly fell out of his seat at a sign of movement. His hands itched to drop the binoculars and reunite with the shotgun propped up in the corner. His burst of anxiety was halted, however, once the lenses revealed a person. A wandering, soaked person clearly becoming victim to the thunderstorm that had been periodically easing and worsening for the past two hours.

Stan stood, walking over to the window with his binoculars hanging from the strap around his neck. He easily pried it open and stuck out his head. The drizzle of rain didn't reach him because of the roof stretching out along the perimeter of the watchtower, but he still felt the dip in the temperature. He estimated that it had dropped at least fifteen degrees since the start of the storm, the disappearance of the sun only escalating the drafty change.

He was about to shout down at what is most certainly a woman who had strayed too far from her campsite but then she twisted around, finally noticing the light emitting from up above. Recognization crumbles both of their attentive expressions. She becomes more than a drenched, carmine tank top, huddled body, and ropes of wet hair. He transforms into the exact opposite of a saving grace when his beige uniform and ironically angelic face are perceived.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Stalking your ex, eh?" Stan called down to her. The pattern of swift and drawned out words, swirled into a provoking and often mocking Australian accent, reached her ears over the light patter of rainfall.

She sighed, dramatically enough for Stan to see the rise and fall of her diaphragm. She considered turning around and braving the unknown of the wilderness again. If it wasn't for her sore feet and her prediction that she would develop some sort of hyperthermia if she stayed out in the cold, then she would've already been on her way.

"We went out on one date. You don't count as an ex," she clarified, craning her neck up at him. His smirk from knowing she was in a miserable condition and that he was the only one that could do anything about it ignited the first sense of heat she had felt in awhile. Her fists clenched against her crossed arms. "And you're the one with the pervy binoculars. On the prowel for half-naked campers, are you?"

He scoffed, winding his head to the side for a moment. "Enough with the bullshit. Are you coming up or not?"

In any other situation, he probably would've dragged their reunion out, teased her for being so helpless and naive. But she was shivering and looked so small curling into herself; it was a sight that played his heartstrings like a mystical harp. Even after a date gone wrong and the resentment that followed, he couldn't bare to see her like this.

She, on the other hand, still clung to some hesitation. Cozying up in a small, confined space with Stan where there were no other people around to ground her into the realms of sanity wasn't a compelling option. The both of them simply didn't get along. The nightmare of their date was very vivid in her mind, too, and she didn't want tonight to be a repeat of that.

Almost like nature could sense her doubts, thunder crackled and reverberated around the forest. Lightning flashed, incandescent and forbiding. The rain intensified, hitting her bare skin with a harsh force. Muddy shoes stumble forward a few steps but still don't gravitate towards the ladder.

"Better move your ass, sweetheart! Unless you'd prefer to get struck by lightning? Not to mention all the dangerous things lurking around that you haven't the slightest idea about."

Undeniable complacency was weaved into his taunt. However, it did get her moving. If she would've bothered to look up or if there wasn't such vast distance between them from their differing heights, she might've seen the concern nestled into glimmering, cobalt eyes.

Suffering through a climb where her wobbly legs and white knuckles were put the use, she eventually made it to top. Stan already had the latch swung open, bent down in the center of the room and waiting for her with an outstretched arm. Reluctantly, she took his offered hand and allowed him to pull her inside the watchtower.

"Crickey, you're freezing," he murmured. There was a softness to his features and the low timber of his voice. He'd even began rubbing over her fingers with his own, attempting to summon some warmth back into him, before he realized what he was doing and backed away.

"That's what happens when you get lost and separated from your friends and then get caught up in a storm," she summed up, monotonous.

"Your friends are idiots," Stan muttered.

She was about to deter the insults back his way until she suddenly felt a subtle weight on her shoulders. The scent combination of spearmint gum and lingering campfire smoke was sensed with a mere sniffle, and soon her hands were reaching up to pull on the sage green trim of his coat.

"You don't even know them," she settled for saying.

"They let you get lost, didn't they?" Stan's eyes found her wide ones, squinting slightly in familiar anger, but she could tell—this time at least—it wasn't directed towards her. "Yeah, bunch of mates, they are."

It was her turn to break the intimacy blossoming between them. She disconnects their stare that was inevitably going to convey all the unspoken feelings that still flourished inside of her to spare a glance over his shoulder. The furnace filled with a burning stack of dry wood lures her away from Stan, and she kneels down in front of it.

His hands go to his belt, elbows bent outward like he was posing as a chicken. He was unsettled by how consumed he was by his emotions. He wanted to give her space but then he finds himself reaching for her. He wanted to remain civil but the distaste in her tone and her infuriating, unreasonable glare casted towards him causes him to delve into his own hostile urges. The confusion of what to do and how to deal with her presence was boardering on insufferable.

But facing her, watching her beneath the firelight, the strain of his internal compass ebbed. He was no longer directionless or purposeless. The orange glare enducing a riveting shine to her hair and her tranquil countenance she upheld gazing into the flames had him feeling certain in just about every single thing that made the universe, the universe.

"You're staring," she whispers, a tremble in her reply she blames on recovering from the weather.

"And you won't even look over at me for a second." His observation coaxes her into peering at him, finding that he enclosed the distance between them by a few steps. A playful smile twitches across his lips. "What? Don't like a man in uniform?"

"I wouldn't be bragging about your outfit, Stan. You're a glorified Boy Scout," she remarks, rising from her position on her knees. Her thumb and pointer finger pinch the small, golden slate pinned to his shirt. "Even have badges and everything,"

"Get your grubby little hands away from my name tag. You're gonna smudge it," he grumbles, smacking her hand away; she lets out a humorless, short-lived laugh at his overreaction.

"Still an uptight asshole, I see."

"Still a mouthy brat, then?"

His retort makes her face harden. "Being honest doesn't make me a mouthy brat."

"Just inconsiderate?"

"You're preaching to me about being inconsiderate? You live off of ridiculing people. On our date, you insulted and humiliated our waiter because he didn't know the exact species of deer mounted to the wall."

"I was just taking a moment to educate him!"

"You called him a fumbling idiot who didn't know the basic fundamentals of biology!"

"Oh, like you were any better! Shoving your tits into the bartender's face to get free drinks!" He throws his hands up, easily overtaken by frustration and unresolved jealously.

"I know how much you make, Stan. You should be thanking me for that," she says slowly, deliberately, bringing up the one thing she knows will push him over the edge. He takes the bait, but she doesn't expect what he throws back at her.

"You're right. Thank you, sweetheart, for acting like such a slut on our first date that all anyone had to do for dessert was crouch down between your open legs."

Her mouth dropped at his statement. His exasperation dissolves to shock at processing his own harsh comment. He isn't able to focus on it for long, though, because she properly acts by allowing her palm to connect to his cheek.

Head snapped to the side, he can begin to taste a droplet of blood on his tongue, emitting from where his incisor pinched his bottom lip. He licks over the minor wound thoughtfully, heaving out a breath of false amusement. When he looks at her again, his face is dark and full of cruel intentions of revenge.

Stan surges forward and doesn't stop until her body crashes against the wall like she was just a bag of dismantled bones. His coat falls from her shoulders and slumps against the hardwood floor during the journey. His towering height and weight pin her in place, leaving her at the mercy of splayed hands and the relentless motions of his mouth against hers.

The awakening, leftover flavor of gum he must've chewed eariler just sinks in when he bites down hard on her lip. A whimper, the first sound she makes besides the ejection of a surprised gasp, is forced out her from the harsh gesture. A metallic taste replaces the one prior, one eager swipe of his tongue rolling past her parted lips.

The instinct to shoot her hands up and enmesh them in the soft, chestnut strands of his cropped hair is interrupted by an action of his own. He eases the intensity of the kiss, allowing her to breathe through languid, desperate puckers she reciprocates, but his fingers hook around both her bra and tank top straps, yanking them down her arms. She lifts herself out of them only to have him grasp the collar of her shirt and pull it down, her bra in tow, until they were just bundled material around her midriff.

Calloused hands fondled her breasts while his mouth diverts to her neck, sucking and nipping until her skin resembled the colorful patches of a quilt. She throws her head back against the wall, leaning into his touch and letting out the most delicate moans that had all of his blood gushing to the apex of his legs; she felt proof of it when he rutted himself against her.

Her forearms are squeezed between their bodies so she can reach the buttons of his shirt, manicured fingers working hastily and with not as much care she knew Stan would've liked, but he seemed to be too preoccupied by kissing her all over. Soon her hands were tugging up the white t-shirt he always wore underneath his uniform, and he helped her out by shifting it over his head and discarding it to the growing pile of clothes.

His chest was warm and inviting compared to hers. Her skin felt like cool marble underneath his fingertips, keeping her nipples pebbled and sweat from the heated exchange at bay. It was quite a contrast as their bodies continued to press together, her hands sliding along the expanse of his taut back while he concentrated on undoing her shorts.

"All mine," he mumbled against her jaw; it was certainly hard to disagree with him and all his handsy clutches and kisses that left her craving more.

"All yours," she confirmed softly.

The words barely left her mouth before she felt the heart-jolting sensation that was his hand sliding past her unzipped shorts and underwear. His fingers ran up and down down her folds, taking his time, ever the explorer. He often grazed her clit, encouraging her hips to arch into him for more direct contact, but he was careful to only give her a slight, fleeting amount.

"Stan." His name parted from her in a low whine—somewhat shamefully because she never thought she'd be in this circumstance, begging a hardass park ranger with a major superiority complex for a release.

"So wet for me. Awful naughty of you to get this soaked from one arguement with me, don't you think?"

She nuzzled her face into the side of his, nose brushing along his chiseled cheekbone. "Please."

"Aw, look at you. So sweet. You'd never think that you live to slander me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I am nothing but nice to you."

"Oh?" He inserts his middle finger into her, curling it precisely, while the heel of his hand grinds against her clit with every deliberate pump.

"Yes," she gasps.

Shallow pants gradually rack through her torso, and the ache of his throbbing cock becomes unbearable at the sight of her defenseless against his advances. He adds another finger, the grip and warmth of her slick walls causing him to shudder in anticipation.

"Such a little liar," he groans out after a particularly provocative contraction around his digits, one that rids him of whatever patience he had left.

He abruptly removes his hand from her shorts, something that makes her closed eyes flicker open. Her mouth immediately morphs into a pout and she squeezes his biceps in protest.

She isn't left waiting for long, hands on her hips guiding her away from the wall until the underside of her knees hit the edge of a cot. His mouth parts from hers once more, a sweet dragging of overlapped lips exchanged during the slow steps, so he can pull back the blanket. She looks over her shoulder at the neatly presented cot, which Stan must've brought with him along with his own fitted bedspread. She was now appreciative that he always came prepared.

Without having to be told, she crawled underneath the covers after ridding herself of the remainder of her clothing. Stan did the same once she was settled, becoming the final layer that draped over her body. The blanket and the crisp white of a top sheet stopped at the dimples of his back, and she was trapped in warmth, intensified by the glorious weight of his bare body on hers. Arms on either side of her head latch the cage as he leans down for another kiss.

"Don't mistake me keeping you warm as forgiveness. I'm still very mad at you. You drive me crazy," he sighs against her jaw, his eyelashes fluttering against the apple of her cheek.

"Don't mistake me moaning for you as an apology. You don't deserve one." Her strokes at the nape of his neck never faltered. Her thighs spread, legs winding around his, desperate for him to do something with his cock that laid twitching and swollen on her navel. "Well, you might if you fuck me hard enough."

"Shut up already."

Long fingers brick over her parted mouth in time with the repositioning of his hips, muffling the cries of consumption that came from him sinking inside of her. Eyes roll to the back of her head, almost completely sated by just the feeling of being filled. The head of his shaft glided against her most sensitive spot like a brush of shoulders, and her thighs tightening around his waist was her turning around, ready to chase shattering gratification.

Although slow, his thrusts into her were brutal. They held onto to each other like you would to ropes of a ruinous bridge connecting two cliffs, like they would be faced with a plummeting death if they were to let go. And yet, they were fighting along the wobbly planks, the semicircles of hip bones clashing together like medieval swords. It was all extremes, but neither of them would have it any other way.

He was making the most beautiful sounds above her. Through his ruthless motions, were breathy moans and whines of her name, the occasional praise intertwined into his enticing responses. Eventually, he allowed his hand to stop sealing her lips, sliding it down to clutch the flesh of her thigh with the promise of bruises. Her soft pleas and moans of euphoria joined his to create a symphony worthy of a ballet orchestra.

Strings of saliva conntected rouge lips to the marked skin of his neck, where she continued to suckle and playfully nip. The roll of their bodies picked up speed, both becoming impatient by the delicious ache they kept provoking, daring one another to spasm out of control. They craved for their muscles to become a tightrope and for the most intimate parts of them to pulsate from the finality of release.

"You've never looked prettier than you do right now. Your cunt squeezing me so tight, your mouth only able to form breathless whispers... completely wrecked. I love it."

"Please," she cannot help but beg, flickering eyes undecided on whether to shut her continue their hazy, half-lidded stare into his own.

"You want to come?" The inward pull of his eyebrows and the slight curl of his parted mouth way as well have been a mocking pout. "I know you do. I shouldn't even let you, though. You've been intolerable. I should just come all over your writhing body and leave you here without any satisfaction. Even if you were to finish yourself off, it wouldn't be enough. It would only feel subpar, and you know that, don't you?" His breath fans her face like the furnace had moments ago, and she can only whimper in reply. "Only I can sate you, sweetheart."

Her hands, whose nails had already inflicted damage to the freckled canvas of his back, sweep over his shoulders to cup his jaw. Her thumb strokes his jawline while the other ventures down the column of his throat, feeling the bob of his adam's apple with every constristing swallow he took. She could tell he was close, too, and decided to nod her head gently in agreement to his words, to wave her white flag.

Her surrender is reassured by fingertips dragging down her torso to her enlarged clit, granting bone-vanishing swipes that causes stuttered gasps and limbs going slack. It only takes a few seconds of coaxing rubbing for her release to erupt, the molten lava bursting from the pit of her stomach to electrify just about every nerve in her body. Her encompassing walls clutch around him so tightly that it summons a delirious climax from him.

His strenuous pace wavers, his hold on the cot becoming prudent, as if it was a buoy keeping him afloat through the thrashing waves of pleasure. White, sticky ribbons coat the inside of her thighs, and it's only when his heartbeat ebbs from his eardrums that he cracks his eyes open and collaspes into the small remaining space between her and the wall.

Stan speaks after catching his breath, remaining pants interwoven into his declaration. "This should've happened sooner."

"It would've if you weren't such a prick," she noted, sparing him a quick glance.

"Okay, maybe... I wasn't on my best behavior. But I was nervous. I liked you a lot. I wanted to impress you."

"And you thought bragging about how you're a know-it-all when it comes to plants and wildlife and the park's terrain was going to the trick?"She questioned, snorting at his logic. His nose twitch, an indicator of embarrassment, and she grabs his arm and tucks herself into his side. "You're such a dork."

He smiled at the gesture before she continued, "I'm sorry that I flirted with the bartender. I didn't mean to make you feel like you were second best or anything. Honest to God, I just wanted free stuff."

"Well, the cream puffs you got out of it were actually delicious," Stan admitted, tilting his head in her direction.

She smiled back at him. "I know, right?"

Stan may not be a prime example of a good guy but he had always took glory in being good at his job. That's what kept him going, that's what fueled him all these years. Now, he was considering what life entailed outside of that. Outside of the stressful responsibilities and government conspiracies and the never-ending studious tendencies. She came to him for refuge tonight, but, the truth is, he had been relying on her for a long time. To fascinate him, to stand up to him, to guide him back to where he belonged.

He felt like he was finally pursuing something that was more important than his duties here, than anything else he's ever experienced. He was an off-bound ship, cruising blind into the dead of the night, and she was a lighthouse, promising purpose and salvation from every bad thing that ever tried to sink him.

// idk who to tag but i think @sojournmichael @fckinsupreme & @instinctsxbaby might be interested (you’re all so talented)!

#ahs #cody fern #american horror story #american horror stories #stan vogel #stan vogel smut #cody fern smut #xavier plympton smut #ahs stories #stan vogel x reader

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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The Man That Is Wilbur Soot [Wilbur Soot x reader]

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender neutral!reader

Summary: Inspired by the Song Honey Honey by ABBA aka I took the line "I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more"

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 3.4K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Event Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This was made for my ABBA event. Check it out here! (Also requests are still open! Click here!) btw, this was supposed to be like 1k

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You had heard about Wilbur Soot before. Everyone had heard about Wilbur Soot the President of L’Manberg. The guy who stood up to the Tyrant Dream of the SMP. And came out victorious, unlike the others whose life has been lost to the Tyrant, and their names to the passage of time.

You can’t say, he didn’t intrigue you enough, for you to set out on the dangerous journey that is crossing the SMP. Because he did. His country did. The ideals that you’ve heard about did. Everything intrigued you enough to leave your village behind and track into the world.

So that’s what you did, backpack on your shoulders, map in hand. You set into the big world, on the tracks to the dangerous country that the SMP is. You barely get out of the village before you are able to hitch a ride.

It’s a merchant that is headed for one of the villages closer to the border. It’s a bigger village than your own. The name rings a bell, maybe a traveller has mentioned it when passing by. So you hitch the ride, he tells you about his trades. He’s a merchant of fabrics, listing many places you haven’t even heard of. But there is one that catches your attention.

“You’ve been to L’Manberg?”

“Before it became independent yes.”

“Tell me about it!”

And the merchant does, for the entirety of the ride. He talks about the few people that resided there when he passed through the back then settlement. You beg him to tell each detail he can remember. And he happily provides. You take note of every you hear in your notebook. Your travel journal. Your… well diary.

He’s a good man, you note to yourself when he pulls into the bigger villages. The sun on the horizon.

You’re much further than you thought you would be on your first day.

This is going to be a good trip.

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This is going to be a horrible trip.

You’ve been wandering for days, the closer to the border of the SMP, the fewer carts had come by, and even fewer willing to take a traveller with them.

You sigh as you watch the sun starting to set, and you are forced to make camp once more. It has been days since you last slept in a bed. To be exact 16 days. You had only managed to stay in an inn for the first night, realising your small amount of money wouldn’t get you far if you spent it all on beds.

You are reminded of the people whom you met that first night, a girl who talked about how President Soot had come by the town in his own travels to the SMP, and she had met him. No not just met him. She had spent the night with him.

And you just couldn’t help yourself, you had to quill your curiosity somehow, so you had once again asked for details, and she had provided.

The fire you get going is better than the last one. Not that the last one had ever turned into a fire. It had rained in the morning, and most of the wood you could find yesterday was still wet by the time you wanted to settle down.

But today, you had been lucky, it had been sunny all day, leading to being able to find dry sticks and a couple of pieces of logs. That you could make into a fire.

A clear stary night over your head as you turn in for the night. Hoping to get at least a couple of hours out of the fire to keep you warm. And to keep the mobs away. Knowing you still have a couple of days of wandering left before you will reach the borders of the SMP. You sigh as you jolt down the few interesting pieces of the day in your notebook.

Not that anything of importance actually happened. But maybe out there someone would read your notebook and find the fact that you saw a parrot in a birch forest be found interesting.

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You have under half a day of walking left when a cart is willing to pick you up. Turning the hours of walking into a mere hour in the cart. You can feel yourself squirm in your seat as the silence falls upon you and the woman who picked you up.

“…So… Why are you heading to the border?”

She lets you sit in silence.

Rude much?

But… You can’t really call her rude, she was nice enough to pick you up and take you to the border. Where she very unceremoniously dropped you off, and headed off east, seemingly following the border never crossing it. She was… weird.

You instead tighten your back, and head over to the guarded tollbooth. A man looking bored out of his mind and close to sleep sits there. Not even having registered the cart that was there moments ago.

How often do people come through here?

The thought crosses your mind. You know it isn’t one of the main border entrances. You know of one that lies further west. But still, a good 2 to 3 days travel away. Besides you’re pretty sure someone told you the toll at the busy entrances is higher than the ones people rarely use.

But now that you are here and can read the price yourself. It seems the person had either lied to you, or the price at the main entrances are a lot higher than you could ever think about paying.

An idea strikes you, maybe… Just maybe… The guard will fall asleep. Just maybe. You linger on the side of the road. Seemingly interested in the plants nearby. You start jotting down stuff in your notebook. Taking note of the size of the leaves, the colour. You mumble the information to yourself.

Your eyes keep glancing over, as his head slumps down further and further.

It barely takes you a few more minutes of stalling before the guard is full-on snoring. You barely catch yourself nearly letting out a sound in victory.

Silent. Right. No noise.

You can do this. You can sneak past him. You can be silent.

You suck in a breath, as you start moving as slowly as you’ve ever done in your life. Hoping to the sky gods the slowness helps you with being silent. And it does, to some extent. But your backpack still rustles around, and the loose stones on the pathway still skirt across the dirt.

But he keeps sleeping, and before you know it, you’ve managed to sneak past him. Sneak into a country. You did it!

You decide your celebration is best celebrated far from here, and you make your way on the now stone path.

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It takes you a couple of days before you hit your first village. You’re surprised by this. Normally there is a city around half a days’ time from most border crossings. But this is the SMP. The fact that its citizens aren’t exactly allowed to leave. Is more than public knowledge in other countries. They are under the rule of a Tyrant after all.

You figure it’s time to sleep in a real bed, you deserve it.

You head straight into the in, it’s barely past lunch, but there is a plentiful of people in there already. You stumble a bit at the sight, you had expected a couple of patrons, not a room full of people. But nonetheless, you make your way to the bar.

Conversations bustling around you, a waiter running around, and either the innkeeper themselves behind the bar, or just a barkeeper. You aren’t exactly sure. But you wave them down anyway. Maybe she can help you find the innkeeper and ask for a room.

“Well, hello there, you look exhausted.” Your shoulders sink further down at the comment. Did you really look that bad?

“I was wondering if you had a room I could rent?” you ignore the rude comment and stick to politeness.

“I figured.”

“… So um… Do you have a room free?” You try once again.

“Sorry hun, but if you hadn’t noticed we are full right now.” You completely deflate at the answer. In return, she takes pity on you. “But if you ask around over at the stables, someone might let you on as a passenger and take you to the next city. It’s half a day by cart, so you might just catch one if you’re fast.”

You beam up that answer, profusely thanking her, before running back into the street. Before realising you have no clue where the stables are.

It takes you two people, and three wrong turns to find the stables. And nobody is preparing any carts when you get there. Just a guy saddling his own horse.

Ah well, it never hurts to ask.

You approach the guy.

“Hi!”

He looks a bit confused when you stand across from him, on the other side of the horse.

“Um… good evening?”

You smile at him.

“Can I help you?” He speaks slowly.

“Ah yes! Sorry! I’m a bit out of it. I’m trying to get to the next town over.” You happily tell him.

“And you’re telling me this because…” He trails off. Leaving time for you to answer, instead, you leave him hanging. Until he coughs.

“Because…” He repeats.

“Because I was thinking, maybe you were heading that way.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I can pay…” You try.

“Well then, why didn’t you start with that.” He looks you and your baggage up and down twice before clicking his tongue. “We can make this work. Do you know how to hold on?”

You nod, and he settles onto his horse, waiting for you to do the same. You manage to hoist yourself up and onto the horse. It doesn’t even flinch at the added weight. You’re thankful to the sky gods for that.

He rides the two of you out of town and onto the road for the next town.

“What’s someone like you this far out in the country?”

“I’m a traveller.” You tell him.

“To the border? So you could look at it and head home?” He snorts.

“No no, I’m not from the SMP, I’m just travelling through. I’m headed to L’Manberg.” He snorts once more.

“L’Manberg? That bunch of spoiled brats.”

“Spoiled brats?”

He laughs this time.

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“You truly aren’t from these parts.” He comments, and let the conversation fade out after that.

You don’t question the man, instead just pays him as the sun starts to set, and you are once again in an unfamiliar village. At this point, you barely remember the route you used to take in your home from your house to the baker.

Okay, that’s a lie, that is a route that is embedded into your mind, that you could sleepwalk it. For the sole reason that the route had you pass the library. Which was a place you spent a lot of time. Especially after finding out about the interesting man of Wilbur Soot.

Some books portrayed him as a traitor of the SMP, others the hero of the folk. But every single depiction had one thing in common. That he was an interesting enough man for people to want to write about him.

And that made you interested in him. He had started a revolution in a country that wasn’t his. You weren’t sure where he was from. None of the books in your village had mentioned that.

You head into the inn, this time, it’s bustling from evening patrons, but nowhere as lively as the one in the previous town. The reception this time has a separate table. Which you welcome happily. This means you don’t have to cross another sea of half-drunken people you don’t know.

However once again, the inn is full.

What’s going on here?

This one is even larger than the other one and seemingly has fewer patrons. But you take the rejection with a head held high. Thank them for their time, as you head into the now dark streets.

You sit now on a couple of steps, you’re tired, exhausted, and just want to sleep in a bed.

The door opens.

You nearly leave your skin in shock. You had expected the owner to be asleep. Instead, an elderly lady stands there.

“Would you look at that? It seems I have a guest.” She speaks.

“No no, I’m just passing through, I’m sorry I just needed to rest for a moment. I’m sorry. I’ll be on my way!” You ramble on as you scramble from the stone step.

“Nonsense.” She tsks at you. “Come in you poor child.”

She steps back into the house, leaving the door open.

“You coming? Close the door after you, it gets so terrible cold at night.”

You find yourself following her. Closing the door after yourself. You carefully put down your backpack as she ushers you into a seat in the kitchen. Setting a plate of hot steaming soup in front of you. You nearly drool at the sight. You can’t remember the last time you had warm food. Especially not warm homemade food.

You are quick to dig in, and she laughs warmly at you. You feel comfortable here.

“Why were you out in the street this late? That’s no safe place to be.”

You stop the spoon still in your mouth. She laughs once again, but the kind air around her never leaves. You swallow and pull out the spoon.

“I’m making my way to L’Manberg.” You tell her.

“Ah, L’Manberg. I’ve heard about that place. President Soot right?”

“Yes, yes.” You nod at her. “Wilbur Soot.”

“Ah, the Antarctic prince.”

You stop once again.

“The what?”

“The Antarctic Prince?”

You hum.

“Ah my dear, President Soot is the second born of King Philza from the Antarctic Empire.”

You stare at her; this was new information. She laughs once more. You are quick to grab your notebook and write down the new information. How had something this important not been mentioned before? This explains so much to you. And it eagers you even more to continue the trip.

The man of Wilbur Soot only seems to keep getting more and more interesting as each day passes.

The kind lady offers you a bed and a bath.

You are more than happy to receive both. Although you would never admit that to anyone that you could barely recognise yourself in the mirror. And for the second realisation that night. You understood why the innkeepers didn’t want you around.

You’ve never slept as good as you did that night during your travels.

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You stretch as you can feel the scorching heat of the sun above you. It has been three weeks since you left the kind lady. She had asked for her son to help you move deeper into the country, so you were closer to the border you are desperately trying to reach.

You had travelled with her son for about a week, when he had to start heading more west than south, you had thanked him as much as his mother. But he had brushed you off that having a travelling partner was nice, and that you if came back through he would love to hear stories of the famous L’Manberg and its citizens.

The map you had brought seems to not be well mapped in the SMP. It wasn’t something you were unprepared for, but it did surprise you how little it truly resembled the mapping of the roads.

But a map is a map, and a destination is a destination. So you head onwards.

And onwards…

Sometimes meeting other travellers now that you are deeper in the countries. The nights where you aren’t alone passes faster than the ones where you are.

You hear stories of L’Manberg you have never heard before, and retellings of events but in other perspectives.

It seems a lot of people have a lot of opinions on the small country. But you understand, you too would have a lot of opinions if a city suddenly started wanting independence from its country.

It takes you weeks before you start coming across people who have been near L’Manberg regularly. It gives you a sign of hope. You’re getting closer, your journey is reaching its destination.

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It’s storming the day you spot the country on the horizon. It’s still storming by the time you reach the country. The SMP toll guard is seemingly nowhere nearby and you pass the border with ease this time. Luckily for you. Or else you would have to explain why a traveller like you didn’t have travel papers.

You had expected to be met with one of the cities of the small country immediately. But it seems they are further from the border. And by further, it takes you an hour at foot-travel to meet the capital of the small country.

The streets are bustling.

That’s when it hits you.

You’ve made it.

You’ve actually made it.

You might look mad, but you let out a laugh right then and there. A laugh of relief. A laugh of victory. A laugh of … being alive.

“Having fun there?”

You turn around, to be met with the eyes of a stranger. A tall brown-haired stranger, nonetheless.

“Yeah, I just… Yeah.” You trail off. You eye him up and down, he’s cute. You put your hand out to present yourself, your name, the country you came from, and the name of the village you used to live in.

“Wilbur Soot, President of L’Manberg.” He returns with a smile. You barely listen to his words. Too captured by his smile. When…

Oh.

Oh, sky gods.

This is the man.

This beautiful human being of a man is the man.

“You alright there?” He asks as he watches you falter for a moment.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine. More than fine actually.” You tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“So, what are you doing here? You are an awful long way from home.”

He starts walking, and you fall in step with him.

“I’m here to see the country. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Leaving out the unsaid, I’ve heard a lot about you. He didn’t need to know yet, just how intriguing you found him.

You follow him down the street as he points a couple of things out, a couple of buildings, a couple of people. You listen and stop to note something down a couple of times, and he waits, patiently. Until he leads you to the local inn.

He holds the door open.

“A drink?”

“Yes please.”

He finds the two of you a booth, and you easily fall into conversation.

He asks you about your hometown, you about his.

He asks about your journey, you ask about the revolution.

You continue this game of ping pong. And the further down your drinks you get, the more personal the conversation gets. The less you note down. Yet, the man himself never falters from being the most interesting thing you’ve ever encountered.

And the night moves along, your conversation following.

You don’t really know when his hand landed on your thigh. Or when your lips met his. But suddenly you’re stumbling into a room together.

His touch setting you on fire, and your touch egging him on.

Your head is spinning as your back hits the bed.

Your notebook is lying tucked away safely in your backpack, staying there all the way into midday when you finally wake up. Disorientated, confused, and hungover.

Sitting there in that bed, you can’t help but remember the words of the girl you met the first night. And you can’t help but agree with her. Wilbur Soot surely is a love machine.

You hear rustling beside you, and you turn your head.

He’s awake.

He’s watching.

He’s watching you.

You lazily smile at him.

And at that moment, there is nowhere else you would rather be.

You had heard about him before, and you wanted to know some more.

People later down the line found your meeting story anywhere from boring to fate. But one thing was sure, you entered L’Manberg with one goal in mind. And never left again.

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Under The Floorboards (Pt. VIII)

(Technoblade x Reader) First Part: Pt. 1 Latest: Pt.VX

(Feel free to play this while listening to this chapter! Full credit to @Alexx-Kun on Wattpad for suggesting this gorgeous song)

https://youtu.be/kCV4JUqGr64

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Day 1: Forgiveness

Step one you needed to find a venue, you had assigned Ranboo as your honorary maid of honor. The young boy was just as thrilled as he was confused, did you not have any other friends? You were Technoblade’s perfect match if that was the case. Ranboo had no problem voicing that to you and you pouted at him, you argued that everyone who lived with Techno was antisocial. He reluctantly agreed and you smiled proudly, he rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder with his hand. You laughed, glad you were sitting down, or else you would’ve for sure fallen. Technoblade and you had decided to split the jobs for the wedding between the both of you. You were in charge of the invitations and flowers, basically anything to do with decorating and interacting with other humans. Technoblade meanwhile was in charge of the venue and the official rings, it’s not that you didn’t trust him with more duties it was more that he didn’t trust himself. That and he also believed that you both could just get married in the woods. You at least wanted a small wedding with a few people you cared about, you rubbed your pointer finger and thumb together with a frown.

“You alright?”

“Just thinking about the invitations. Who will come...stuff like that.” Ranboo glanced over at the minuscule stack of letters by the table, it was clearly small, but Ranboo hand wrote them for you in swirl print. They better show up, Ranboo would be pissed if they didn’t, he put a lot of work into those invites.

“They’ll come.” He nodded his head picking them up with his claws, one was for Tommy, another was for Ghostbur, and Ranboo also suggested an invite for Captain Puffy he figured the both of you would get along considering you both had a habit for adopting misfits. You also needed a female friend. “We can deliver them and search for flowers, then tomorrow we can search for a dress for you that sounds okay right?”

“For someone with such a bad memory, you’re surprisingly good at planning,” You watched the boy preen at your compliment.

“Thank you, I also figured we can use the stasis chamber so you only have to walk one way with your ankle.”

“Smart boy.”

“Why thank you,” Ranboo smiled proudly over at you reaching out his hand for you to take. You grabbed it and he pulled you to his feet, he kept his hand interlocked with yours, it was minuscule in comparison to the half enderman’s. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Slowly but surely the two of you made your way over to the nether portal and into the once-great country. Ranboo placed his hand on your lower back and helped guide you through the rubble of the city. He knew much better than you did where everyone resided, even if you didn’t meet them face to face you’d make a chest and drop it off. Ironically the first person you ran into was the woman Ranboo insisted you meet, Captain Puffy. She’s gorgeous, was your first thought, she was some form of a sheep hybrid dressed like a pirate, two of your favorite things, sorry Technoblade you might’ve met your new wife. You talked with her well into the afternoon, she was just so easy to talk to,

“Can I just say I feel like I’ve known you forever,” She gushed, taking your hands within her own and squeezing fondly. “I’m so happy Ranboo has found someone to watch out for him,” Ranboo flushed in response but didn’t argue against Puffy’s words which warmed your heart.

“I’m happy too. I just want to help these kids in whatever way I can,” You smiled a little forlornly thinking once again of the obnoxious blonde. “They just don’t deserve all the shit they have to deal with, they’re kids you know? They should be living their lives.”

“Yeah keep talking like I’m not here,” Ranboo mused over your shoulder which caused you to laugh with a shake of your head, “no need to stop please continue.” Puffy smiled at the both of you,

“She’s right though Ranboo. You should be out causing mischief or getting into trouble, not fighting in a never-ending war.”

“Oof getting into trouble? No thank you, I just wanna tend to my pets and go on adventures with my friends.”

“You’ll get to do that I promise. Once my ankles healed we’ll go woodland mansion hunting, I’ve been to a few in my time. They’re a lot of fun.”

“Really?”

“Yeah of course!” You beamed and Ranboo smiled right back at you, he brought his journal out of his bag and quickly scribbled something down in it. In the end, Puffy ended up accepting the invitation with a blinding smile,

“You’re going to be a gorgeous bride. Could I bring my girlfriend Niki? You’ll love her!”

“I don’t see why not. I can’t wait to meet her!” You assumed Technoblade wouldn’t mind one more person, especially because he’s never mentioned Niki which was a good thing in your eyes. Usually, if Technoblade talked about you, it was because he wasn’t a fan. You all said your goodbyes, you felt warm inside you couldn’t believe you were about to have TWO friends who are girls.

“Soooooo?”

“I love her.”

“Told you so,” Ranboo smirked. He was proud of himself for forcing someone else to socialize so he didn’t have to. Ranboo was relieved that list of people to invite wasn’t long; considering Technoblade had more enemies than friends. The only thing that rubbed him the wrong way was he didn’t even know that you had invited Tommy in the first place.

So if Tommy did show up, your wedding might be a bloodbath.

You and Ranboo stood outside of Tommy’s house, he glanced down at you and watched your hands clench the envelope. He brought his hands over yours and rubbed them gently, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Deep breath and relax okay? He’s Tommy so I won’t say he won’t flip out at you, but I can say you’re a wonderful friend, you’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe Mr. Panic Room is telling me to relax.” You let out a nervous laugh, he made an offended face.

“Ya know what, never helping you again. You can walk home.”

“Ranboo it was a joke!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you stuck your tongue out and headed up to Tommy’s door and knocked. You already knew Tommy might not even be home, the boy was a wanderer by nature. Yet, much to your surprise, the door opened with a loud BANG, and in the doorway stood Tommy looking better than you’ve seen him in all the time he spent with you and Technoblade.

“Hi, Tommy.”

“(Y/N)?” He blinked looking surprised before he steeled his face, “What’re you doing here wench!” Tommy pointed an accusatory finger at you and you raised an eyebrow,

Wench?

That wasn’t going to fly.

“Try again.”

Tommy sputtered as you narrowed his eyes accusingly, his eyes trailed down to the netherite sword at your side. His entire demeanor changed when he spotted it at your side,

“(Y/N)! My friend! Good to see you! How’ve you been? Good? Good!” The boy rambled wrapping an arm around your shoulder with a big smile, there’s the Tommy you remembered. “I’m sure you’re doing good fo’ sho’! Now what do, I owe this pleasure women!”

“I wanted to invite you to Technoblade and I’s wedding,” Your voice was soft and hesitant, holding out the invitation out to him. The teenager blinked a few times before taking it from your hands, he flipped it over confusion was etched deep on his brow.

“You’re getting married? To Technoblade? He’s going to have a wife and I’m not?”

You blinked a few times trying to process what Tommy said, was he more mad at the fact that Technoblade was getting married in the first place? “Well yeah, considering I’m his fiance and all…”

“That motherfucker! He gets to have a wife! I want a wife! (Y/N) acquire me a wife!”

You let out howling laughter at his response, tossing your arms around the boy, he went silent and a confused look came across his face. His ears turned red as he looked over at Ranboo with a face that screamed help me, Ranboo simply looked away holding up a prominent middle finger at the boy. “Okay, okay! Enough hugs,” Tommy ranted shoving you away from him with a huff, “I don’t know what’s so funny about me needing a wife.”

“You’ll find a wife eventually,” You couldn’t help but smile as he frowned down at you. “So? Can you make it?” Voice quiet as you looked up at him, the nervousness from before creeping back into your body, he chewed on his bottom lip while looking at you. Tommy wasn’t about to be soft while Ranboo was standing less than a foot away so he did the next best thing which was whacking you on top of the head.

“I-well-...” Tommy rubbed the back of his neck looking nervous for the first time in his life, “I can’t.” He saw your face fall and he grabbed your shoulders tightly, “Not because I don’t want to! I… I guess you’re not TERRIBLE.” He admitted begrudgingly, “Tubbo and I...we have some unfinished business we need to deal with before things get any worse for people.”

“I don’t know what you mean Tommy.” You suddenly grew very concerned, “You don’t have to hold the entire world on your shoulders.”

“Yeah, I do,” Tommy responded with enough seriousness to shake you to your core, you didn’t know about his past with the discs fully, but you knew enough to know this situation was about that. “Just know I’m happy for you, seriously I am,” He gave you a sad smile.

“Stay safe Tommy. Please don’t be stupid.”

“I’m never stupid you BITCH!”

“Call me a bitch again you BRAT!”

“MAKE ME!”

You frowned, hitting him in the side so he would double over, while he gripped his stomach you pulled him into a headlock and began digging your knuckles into his skull. “Apologize!”

“NEVER!”

Ranboo looked sheepish as he stared at the scene, his shoulders slumping forward. “(Y/N) we have a schedule-” Reluctantly you released Tommy and he stumbled back, he huffed dusting off his shirt. You smiled slightly over at the boy,

“See you soon raccoon boy,” you gave him a proud salute.

“Hasta La Vista Miss Blade,” Tommy responded, saluting you right back.

You turned away from the boy and headed back over to Ranboo’s side, “You ready?” You nodded in response with a little smile on your lips. “Good. Next, up is Ghostbur right? We need to find him.”

“If we can locate Friend we can locate him.”

It took a while, but eventually, you and Ranboo found Ghostbur and Friend wandering around a forest nearby the crater. Immediately spotting you a bright smile spread across the ghost’s face, “(Y/N)!” He shouted, throwing his hand in the air with a wave, “How’re you doing darling!”

“I’m good Ghostbur! Have you met Ranboo?”

“Briefly. Nice to see you again!”

“Ugh, ditto,” Ranboo responded with a shy smile shuffling a little behind you.

You smiled and pulled an envelope out from your bag, you held it out to him.

“You and Friend good sir, are invited to Technoblade and I’s wedding.” He gasped loudly, eyes lighting up with pure and utter joy,

“Technoblade getting married! Oh my god, that’s phenomenal! You’re going to make the most beautiful bride,” he praised excitedly as your face turned red at the compliments, “Gosh, you two are so lovely together, I wouldn’t miss this for the world! Do you have a dress? You have to show me!”

You rubbed the back of your head, rocking on your heels, “Well...about that.”

“Do not tell me you don’t have a DRESS?” He practically yelled crossing his arms, “I’m disappointed in you!”

“It’s in two days Ghostbur! I had no time! I’ll make do with something. I’m sure I have an old dress somewhere-”

“UNACCEPTABLE!” He grabbed at your hands, “I’m getting you a dress. I’ll meet you at Technoblade’s tomorrow, just hold on!” Ghostbur ran his hand through Friend’s wool with a smile, “You’re going to be one of the most gorgeous brides, only second to Sally.”

“Well I’m honored, I’ll see you then.” You smiled adoringly at the little ghost as he floated off his sheep buddy by his side.

“Do you think he’s getting you a dress?”

“I have no idea,” You responded with a shrug, “It’s sweet he’s willing to put in the effort though.”

“Or creepy.”

“It’s sweet you jerk,” You nudged him with your arm Ranboo smiled,

“I’m just glad it’s off our to-do list for tomorrow.”

“True that means you can sleep in,” You teased as his multicolored eyes lit up,

“Hell yeah.”

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Day 2: Ghostbur’s Gift

You woke up to sleepy kisses and tender touches, one of the loveliest ways to wake up if you might add.

“Morning big guy,” You cooed fondly as he made a soft purr-like sound in his throat. You turned over to face him and he immediately pressed a kiss to your lips. The voices couldn’t help but point out how cute you looked in the morning.

“Helloooo...How’s your ankle?” He asked his thumb brushing against your cheek, closing your eyes you let out a soft,

“Much better.”

“Good, I heard from Ranboo Ghostbur’s supposedly stopping by today. Any particular reason?”

“He says he has a dress I can wear for tomorrow.”

“How does he have a dress exactly?”

“No idea, but I’m going with it.”

“If you’re sure. Just don’t look bad.” You frowned and bonked him on the side of his head, “it was a joke!”

“It better be a joke or I’m leaving your ass. I look good in everything so fuck off.” You hissed as Technoblade groaned,

“Heard you loud and clear Princess. Scouts honor, you’re the most beautiful girl to me you know that.”

“I do. Just don’t joke around like that, makes me feel bad okay?”

He frowned a little and moved to hover over you, his hair framed his face and fell past his shoulders. It tickled your cheeks and you ran your hands through it meeting anything but his eyes suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Technoblade kissed the tip of your nose,

“Hey, Princess look at me.”

Turning your head towards his voice, the two of you locked eyes, a sense of calm washed over you, the only thing in his eyes was pure, unadulterated love.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. No matter what I’m always going to think that you are, you could grow a third eye and I’d still want to marry you tomorrow. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, it was a joke but I won’t make it again. I swear.” You felt your eyes water as you tossed your arms around his neck, the sudden movement caused him to fall forward crushing you beneath him.

“I love you too bubba. Thank you for listening to me.”

“That’s part of my job idiot.”

You smiled against his neck and held him tighter, Technoblade reciprocated the hug and decided the both of you could stay in bed just a little while longer. The two of you shared soft kisses, every once in a while Technoblade would reinforce how precious you were to him, eventually, it all got to be too much and you shoved your hands in his face.

“Enough is enough! I’m embarrassed now.” Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression and pressed a fond kiss to your lips, obviously you kissed him back, your fingers threading through his hair.

“Princess…” He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, “you’re making it hard to get out of bed. I still have some stuff set up for tomorrow and you gotta look out for Wilbur.”

“Or hear me out. You can stay in bed with me all day, and keep giving me kisses,” You pressed your lips to his own before whispering in his ear, “Anywhere you’d like.” You nipped teasingly at his earlobe and suddenly felt the heat radiating off his face. As you expected his face was a deep red color and you felt his head fall against your shoulder,

“You’re going to kill me.” You only laughed in response, finally pulling away from him you swung your feet over the side of the bed, “you can’t just say that and walk away.” He whined loudly with a little pout on his lips, “Especially since I won’t see you until the wedding.”

“Suck it up buttercup,” You stuck your tongue out at the man “I’ll just be at Ranboo’s if something goes wrong I’ll be within reach.” He reached his hand up and threaded his fingers through your hair, you sighed pleasantly at the physical touch, “I love you.”

“Love you too, see you tomorrow.” You gave him one last fleeting kiss before standing up leaving the warmth of the covers and your half-naked fiance behind much to your dismay. You tossed one of Technoblade’s old shirts over your head, it came down past your knees and Technoblade let out a happy sigh from behind you. You let out a little laugh, looking at him over your shoulder his eyes were half-lidded as he stared at your now bare legs. “Hold on don’t change just yet I wanna stare a little bit longer.”

“Perv.” You snickered ignoring his wishes and sliding on a pair of pants, afterward, you tied a corset around your waist. He responded with a ‘heh?’ of disagreement before he groaned loudly and flopped over in the bed, “see you soon Bubbas.” You leaned over and pecked his forehead before sliding down the ladder and out of the house. Ironically your timing was perfect as you greeted Ranboo right outside Technoblades cabin, “Good morning!”

“Morning, you and Techno sleep okay?” You nodded with a bright smile, “Good Wilbur should be stopping by any minute now by the way. He sent me a note earlier this morning that said he’d be around this time.”

“Works for me, wanna wait by your house?”

“You just wanna pet my bunny,” You smirked and laughed,

“Can you blame me?”

“I suppose not. Whatever makes you happy.” Ranboo sighed but there wasn’t any real defeat in his tone, “Let’s go.” Ranboo and you walked a little ways away to his humble little shack so you could play with Ranbun. You were set up in Ranbun’s pen holding him in your arms and cooing softly at him, Ranboo joined you after a few moments of jealous staring. The two of you spent the next hour playing with his bunny and feeding him lots of treats, he was one happy bunny. Ranboo was the first person to see Ghostbur coming through the trees, a large box in hand, had he actually managed to get you a dress?

“(Y/N)! Ranboo!” Ghostbur shouted excitedly floating over to the both of you, “I managed to find the dress I promised you! So long as it fits of course.” Your jaw fell open as you stumbled out of Ranbun’s pen,

“How the hell did you manage to find me a wedding dress?”

“Oh! It was Sally’s.” A fond smile spread across the ghost’s face, both you and Ranboo looked at one another brows furrowed. Ranboo put a hand to the side of his face and whispered loudly to you,

“I thought Sally was a fish.”

You whispered back in the exact same manner,

“Me too, but at this point, I’m too afraid to ask for clarification.”

Ranboo nodded seriously and stood back up to his full height, you stepped forward and took the box from the hands of the ghost he stared at it longingly like he was afraid to let it go. You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before speaking up,

“Are you sure?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but it was still as tender as ever, the ghost of Wilbur snapped his eyes up to meet yours. He seemed to be reading the expression in your eyes before smiling almost fondly, handing the box over to you officially. He pulled out a small patch of blue and fumbled it around in his hands, like a nervous tic,

“I’m positive love. I trust you to take good care of it and Sally would want you to have it, she was wonderful like that. Just please take good care of it.”

“I’ll protect it with my life. I promise you.”

“I know you will, you’re going to be a beautiful bride, my dear.” He somehow took your hands and pressed a faint kiss to them, “Go on then try it on.” Your eyes sparkled in delight and he turned to Ranboo,

“Well go on, we’ll still be here to judge you immensely.”

“Oh fuck off.” You laughed heading into his shack to change, you managed to find an area not completely out in the open. The only nerve-wracking thing was you didn’t have a mirror so you had to pray you looked alright and that Raboo and Ghostbur wouldn’t lie to you. You opened the box and pulled the dress out, Sally really knew how to pick a damn good dress; the dress was stunning, you definitely wouldn’t do it justice. The dress fell past your feet and pooled a little ways behind you, it was more of an off-white creme color, and was made of soft lace. It was sleeveless so the winter wind gave you a chill, you hoped Technoblade picked a place that wasn’t freezing cold. You took a breath to hype yourself up and stepped out of the shack, the dress trailing behind you, you had left the veil in the box figuring you didn’t need it right now. The first person to spot you was Ghostbur, who gasped loudly bringing his hands up to his face after spotting you. You shrunk in on yourself a little bit and your cheeks turned a light pink in response, “That’s a good expression I hope.” You meekly laughed as Ranboo turned around and let out a shaky break of surprise. He reached forward with his claws to touch the soft fabric,

“It’s perfect! Fits like a glove.” Wilbur hummed happily floating around you, “I was right by the way, you look beautiful. Techno’s going to pass out.”

“Shut up I can’t look that good.”

“You do though!” Ranboo shouted excitedly, “It suits you perfectly not that I had any doubts or anything.” He jumped a little on the balls of his feet, he pulled out his memory book quickly scribbling something down inside it, as he did so he muttered “I’m the best honorary maid of honor ever.”

“You definitely are.” You praised the halfling who only seemed to grow more excited at the praise, Ghostbur cleared his throat, was he looking for a compliment too? “Ghostbur you’re a lifesaver, if it wasn’t for you I’d be walking down the aisle in Netherite. Thank you.” Ghostbur seemed to preen a little as he smiled proudly,

“I know. I’m pretty great aren’t I? I basically saved the day.”

“You certainly are.”

“Oh! Just return the dress the next time I see you after the wedding okay?”

“I will have no fear, it’s in safe hands.” The ghost nodded, “I can’t wait to see it in action tomorrow.”

“Me too,” you sighed lovingly, doing a little twirl in the dress you could only imagine the look that would appear on Technoblade’s face when he saw you.

You hoped the voices would approve because Technoblade was absolutely going to short circuit and go feral, you could hardly wait.

Day 3: The Wedding Day

The night before the wedding Technoblade couldn’t sleep his body was buzzing with nerves, which was a foreign feeling to him. He was worried about you not sleeping by his side, this was the first time since you’ve officially gotten together that you weren’t there. He didn’t realize how much he missed your presence and warmth, he pulled the pillow you usually used close to his chest. He felt like a love-struck teenager cuddling the pillow of his missing girlfriend because that’s basically what he was, except instead of a girlfriend it was his fiance. The voices didn’t help his longing either; they were roaring in his head asking where you were and when you would come back.

Where’s (Y/N)? I miss her! Can Ranboo protect her if something goes wrong? What if Dream gets ahold of her in the meantime and you’re up here sleeping? I wanna squeeze her thighs again right now. E. That’s disgusting, stop, don’t sexualize her like that. B U T T. Can I get a big pog for butts? Thighs for the thigh god.

His entire face went a deep scarlet, “What does that even mean guys.” Technoblade let out a loud groan of embarrassment, some of the voices laughed, some others rumbled with anger. “I just want her by my side is all, I miss her. I miss her touch...I don’t know when I became such a sap. I hate that I care about her this much, but god without her I’d be lost.”

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The morning rolled around and Technoblade woke up as soon as the sun shone through the windows. He fell asleep around three in the morning, tired as shit, bees buzzing around in his stomach.

Today’s the day! Gotta get ready as soon as possible, you’re gonna look so handsome! I bet (Y/N)’s gonna be equally as beautiful! Don’t fuck it up. Celebratory murder spree pog? She’ll think you’re so hot covered in blood. No! E. Normalcy is key!

He shook his head to get rid of the nagging voices rattling around in his head, he knew what he had to do, and listening to the voices wasn’t one of them. Phil was going to come soon and Technoblade had to look presentable so they could head to the venue and Phil could set up some last-minute decorations. Techno would say he felt bad making Phil do most of the work, but he honestly didn’t, especially since he was so inept at romance in the first place. Never one to wear a suit Technoblade decided his best outfit would be his arctic retirement one, a suit would be too constricting. After all, what if it was attacked and he needed to jump into action, Phil had told him that he was absolutely not allowed to bring weapons which he was not happy about at all. Although the man did reassure him that he would be armed and have an extra weapon just in case something was to occur, he guessed that was FINE. With a soft huff, the man stood up from his bed and pulled out his outfit, the soft blue made him yearn for the days before they found Tommy living under the house. In a way wearing this symbolized a time in their relationship before he was forced into bloodshed once again, plus he knew you loved the fuzzier outfit.

Putting on everything, he brought the fur cape around his shoulders, his crown glittering on his head in the light. He looked regal, he would say he looked like a king but he hated all forms of government so he just looked like his usual badass self. In his closet sat his wedding gift to you, it was a gold tiara that matched his crown in his own way finally solidifying the both of you as a blood god duo.

Turning away from the tiara he grabbed a hairbrush to tame his wild hair, he wanted to do something different with it. It spilled around his back and down to his waist, he managed to tame the frizz with some product that he ‘borrowed’ from you. In the end, he had two small braids framing his face, he grabbed both of them and pinned them together on the back of his head. A half-up half-down look almost made him look like a Viking, he liked it. Technoblade placed gold earrings along with his ears and added some gold accents on his wrists and fingers, none overshading his engagement ring.

His ears twitched hearing the door open downstairs, Phil was here, it was time.

“Hellooo!” Technoblade called from upstairs and Phil responded with a cheerful,

“Hey mate!”

As Technoblade descended the ladder, Phil smiled fondly at his old friend, he immediately adjusted the cape on his shoulders. Technoblade huffed a small laugh, “Was that really necessary?”

“Obviously. I’m the married one, I know what I’m doing.” He shot back snickering, “You ready to go?”

“As I’ll ever be I suppose.”

“I’m proud of you man,” Phil responded with a fatherly smile “You’re never going to forget today. It’ll be the best of your life.”

“Ehhhh I don’t know about that. Spawning those Withers and blowing up a country really gave me a rush.”

“Oh fuck off,” Phil howled with laughter while shoving the snickering piglin. “This’ll be an entirely new feeling, I would know.” His wings puffed out happily remembering his marriage fondly,

“Didn’t you marry a fridge?”

“You’re literally the worst.”

Technoblade smirked just happy he steered the conversation away from any of that mushy crap. He was going to get enough of that as it is in a few hours, oh look at that the bees are back. Phil gave him a pat on the back and the two of them left the house side by side. The spot Technoblade picked out for the wedding was one both of you would like, a snowy taiga, it was warm enough that you wouldn’t freeze to death but still had the beautiful powdery snow that Tecnhoblade loved. Phil had done an amazing job of setting everything up, on the arch, there were beautiful blue flowers interspersed with white roses (both of which you picked out prior), they stood out beautifully against the wooden trellises. There was a carved stone pathway leading the way up to the arch and a few wooden benches decorated with light blue silk so whomever (Y/N) invited could sit down. He knew most of them would only be there for her, he was okay with that, all he needed was Phil and Ranboo and he was content. Next to each booth was a stone pillar, on top of them sat a bouquet of white and blue roses.

“You really outdid yourself, thank you.” Technoblade whistled,

“You know I’d do anything for you mate. Glad I could provide, I do have one last little decoration though.” Phil mused reaching into his bag he pulled out a small gold bell similar to the one he had inside his house. He placed the bell above the arch so it would chime softly when the wind blew against its side. Technoblade smiled fondly at the sight and wrapped his arm around Phil’s shoulder.

“I love it. (Y/N)’s gonna love it too.”

“Thanks, man.” Phil said softly bumping against the blade, “Do you know who’s going to show up by the way?”

“Absolutely no idea.”

“Guess we’re gonna find out, look.” Technoblade stepped away from Phil and looked in the direction of his friend, cresting over the hill seemed to be two girls, Technoblade was immediately confused because he didn’t realize you had friends who were women. Phil let out a small laugh, “Oh it’s Niki and Puffy, Ranboo must’ve introduced (Y/N) to them.” Technoblade only nodded his lips twitching into a frown, new people...gross.

“Hi, Phil! Technoblade!” Puffy chirped brightly, her hand intertwined with Niki’s tightly, “Congratulations to you Mr.” She lightly tapped Technoblade in the chest he blinked in surprise,

“Thank you?”

“I may have just met (Y/N), but just know if you do ANYTHING to hurt her at all I will slaughter you.”

“Darling please…” Niki sheepishly smiled, “you realize you’re threatening Technoblade right? Not the best idea.”

“It’s alright. I admire your gumption,” Technoblade gave the both of them a thumbs up in response, “I’m glad (Y/N) has someone else like that looking out for her. But, just so you know. The same to you.” He eyed the both of them with a sharp look in his eyes, Puffy let out a nervous laugh and Niki narrowed her eyes warily.

“That’s fair.”

“Anyway!” Phil cleared his throat, “let's not ruin this before it even starts.” He led the two girls over to their seats with a small smile, “(Y/N) will be super happy to see you both by the way. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, (Y/N) and I are soulmates after all.” Puffy swooned happily as Niki giggled fondly at her antics, “Technoblade better watch out. Niki and I will steal her heart.”

“I’ll be sure to warn him,” He snickered, glancing over at his friend who was sniffing at the flowers in the pots. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask, Wilbur should be here soon then (Y/N) and Ranboo will come and it’ll start.”

“Sounds good,” Niki hummed playing with the sleeves of her blue dress “I’m super excited to meet her.”

While Puffy reassured her that she would, Phil noticed his son floating over to the area. “Hello, Phil!” The ghost’s eyes lit up seeing all of them, “Oh wow everything is so beautiful!”

“Thanks, Ghostbur.” Technoblade hummed walking over to Phil and the ghost,

“I’m proud of you too Mr. Engaged!” He snickered as Technoblade’s nose scrunched up in distaste, “Who knew the big, scary Technoblade would settle down with a wife, maybe start a family eventually.”

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear any of the cringy nonsense that just came out of your mouth; so I can enjoy today in peace.”

"Boo! I’m just happy for you!” Ghostbur huffed in annoyance, “I was telling (Y/N) yesterday that marrying Sally was the best day of my life! I’m so making fun of you when you get all mushy.”

“IF I get all mushy, which I won’t.”

“Sure you won’t man,” Technoblade glared at his friends in frustration if this teasing was going to continue. He was kidnapping (Y/N) himself and getting married to her elsewhere.

“I do love all the blue though!” The ghost of Wilbur swooned happily at all the flowers, “This just makes the entire day even better!-”

However he didn’t get to continue as Ranboo cleared his throat rather loudly, the enderboy looked dapper as always, a rose was pinned on his lapel, obviously from (Y/N).

"Ready Techno?” Phil looked over at him, the pigman’s frustration and confidence fell from his face all at once. Even Ghostbur was shocked at the way Technoblade tensed up and fumbled with the soft fluff on his cape, “Techno?”

It’s time. Holy fuck! She’s going to be stunning, he’s going to be a husband! HE’S GOING TO BE A HUSBAND? Oh fuck.

“Techno mate you alright?”

"Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Let's do this.” Technoblade took a deep breath walking over to the altar with Phil, Phil was obviously officiating the wedding. He didn’t want anyone else doing it, Ranboo smiled at the two of them as he walked down the aisle throwing little flower petals everywhere before standing on (Y/N)’s side of the altar. He gave him a happy little nod, Technoblade nodded back at him in a sign that he was happy to see him. Music began to flow through the air, Technoblade just knew Wilbur had managed to bring a jukebox, but he didn’t mind it was fitting.

He turned towards the rich sound and for once in his life the voices...stopped.

Technoblade could hear the music perfectly, he heard the chiming of the bell every time the wind blew, everything seemed clear and for all the sounds that were playing around him without the rancorous voices, it all seemed deadly quiet.

The true reason the voices stopped though was because he saw you.

Elegant. Magnificent. Royalty.

The words spun around in his head, because god you looked angelic as you walked towards him. He wished your face wasn’t obscured by a veil, he wanted to see you, to cup your cheeks and pull you into a desperate kiss. He wasn’t worthy to marry you, he was barely worthy to breathe the same air as someone so pure. Technoblade bit down on his tongue rather harshly, for once in his life he wished the voices would speak up so he wouldn’t feel so small in his head.

“Hi.”

Your silvery voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he drew in a shaky breath and looked at you.

“Hi,” His voice cracked a little and he flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears. He reached out to squeeze your hands tightly, he felt you squeeze back and he knew that everything was okay. Fuck, he was tearing up a little and he hasn’t even seen your face yet, fuck...Ghostbur was right. He was a mushy gross mess, you giggled a little at his flustered expression.

“You look handsome,” You whispered softly tilting your head to the side.

“You’re Aphrodite herself.”

“Take it back. Take it back right now.” The teasing tone your voice took made him relax considerably, you were still you. His lovely almost wife who’d he got to spend the rest of his life with, it was perfect, you were perfect.

“You know I do, even if it kills me to retract the statement.” His hand reached forward and gently pushed the veil back over your head.

Fuck.

It took all his strength not to kiss you senseless. Phil cleared his throat and smiled at the small crowd of people who came to the wedding, Puffy seemed to already be emotional, Niki rubbing her back with gentle circles. The both of you barely paid any attention to the introductions and the little details too engrossed in one another to truly listen to anyone that wasn’t each other. They both snapped to attention when Phil spoke their names with a tender smile and their wedding rings were in his hands.

“Your wedding rings are the outward and visible sign of the inward and invisible bond which already unites you two hearts in love. Groom, place the ring on Bride’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring…”

“I give you this ring.” Technoblade swallowed thickly listening carefully to Phil’s words as you smiled adoringly, the pink spreading across your cheeks was adorable. He shakily slid the diamond ring on your finger,

“Wear it with love and joy.”

“As this ring has no end, My love is also forever.”

“Good job man.” He winked teasingly at Technoblade breaking character to complement his friend, “Bride, place the ring on Groom’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring.”

“I give you this ring.”

“Wear it with love and joy.”

“As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”

“As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.” You breathed softly staring into Technoblade’s eyes and right into his soul. No doubts, only love. Phil continued on,

“May the wedding rings you exchanged today to remind you always that you are surrounded by enduring love and so now by the power vested in me by...me, it is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you threw your arms around Technoblade’s shoulders smothering him with a kiss. He let out a breathy laugh against them, before kissing you back just as passionately. Technoblade’s hands rested on your lower back and he held you like you were a perfect porcelain doll. “I am pleased to present the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs… ugh Blade! We’ll go with that.” The man laughed as you pulled away from Technoblade to join in his laughter, you pulled Phil into a hug and motioned for Ranboo to join in, both did so, although Ranboo’s was slightly reluctant.

“Thank you both for everything. My sweet Borealis boys.” You cooed, Phil only laughed and Ranboo’s entire face flushed deeply at the nickname.

“We love you obviously,” Phil hummed “You don’t need to thank us. Right Ranboo?”

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes.” Technoblade spoke gruffly, “If you don’t she might cry.”

“Yeah, Ranboo don’t make me cry on my wedding day.”

“Oh, Christ...Fine! I love you too…thank you for giving me a home. Caring for me...all of that. You don’t know how much that means to me.” Ranboo looked up at you and you immediately wrapped him in another tight hug, he let out a little whimper and buried his face in your hair.

“You’ll always be welcome here Ranboo. We’ll always be your home so long as you’ll have us.”

“Shit,” He laughed a little wetly pulling away from you, “I’ll have to write that down.”

“You mean you’ll forget it? Rude.” It was Technoblade who chimed in this time and Ranboo flushed in embarrassment once again. He hunched in on himself before sputtering,

“No, no, no not what I meant! What I mean is like-”

“Ranboo you’re fine mate.” Phil snickered, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “loosen up a little.”

“(Y/N)!” You turned towards the shouting of your new friends and your face lit up,

“Puffy!” The two girls threw their arms around you in a warm hug, even though you didn’t know Niki yet you’re never one to turn down a hug.

Your final conclusion of the night: Niki was absolutely lovely and she and Puffy were relationship goals.

~~~

Candles were littered around the room as you and Technoblade swayed gently to soft music in your bedroom. The both of you were finally alone, and officially married, the first thing Technoblade wanted to do was have the first dance with you. It surprised you that a dance was that important to him, but you came to the conclusion that he just wanted to hold you as close as possible. “I have a gift for you,” Technoblade spoke up rather suddenly and you frowned,

“We said no gifts.”

“When have I EVER listened to authority Princess?”

“Touche,” You snapped your fingers in his direction and he snickered. He pulled away from you and you flopped down on the bed, you watched him walk over to the closet and pull out a medium-sized velvet box. “Bubs what the hell…” You murdered as he placed it into your arms, “please tell me you didn’t go too crazy.”

“I didn’t. I made it by hand,” Technoblade urged you to open it. You did so pulling off the top, jaw-dropping onto the floor. He knew that reaction was positive and pride swelled in his heart, he knew his girl well. He watched as you lifted the golden tiara out of the box, it was littered with gems that matched his crown, your thumb brushed against them in awe.

“You made this?”

“Just for you Princess. Thought you needed something to fit your name.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

“Good thing you're my wife then,” he felt his stomach swoop happily and by the way you gently caressed the crown, he knew you felt the same about him. “Put it on Princess I wanna see how it looks on you.” Your face turned red as you did as he asked, his eyes grew half-lidded and he kneeled down in front of you, “Stunning.” He kissed the inside of your wrist, his voice turning gruff, “beautiful.” A kiss was placed on your forearm, “gorgeous,” On your shoulder, “My princess. My good girl.” Technoblade pressed a hot kiss to your neck, you leaned back your breath hitching in your throat.

“Techno…” You whined softly, “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most,” He purred, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

~~~

The dogs' rapid barking stirred you from your rest, Technoblade grumbled beside you as you sat up in bed letting the covers fall from your shoulders. The air nipped at your bare skin and you frowned, you couldn’t help but wonder what bothered the dogs so suddenly, “Go back to bed.” Technoblade demanded his hand caressing the small of your back, you leaned back against the warm touch but you couldn’t shake away your worry.

“I’ll be back in two seconds.” You leaned down to kiss the top of his head, he only hummed in response. Big guy knew you could handle yourself just fine, n’ that’s why you loved him. You slipped on a robe and your slippers before making your way to the dogs, stepping inside you heard quite a few of them whining, they just seemed genuinely bothered. “What’s going on huh guys?” You cooed scratching them behind their ears, sensing your comforting presence they seemed to calm down considerably, “What’s got my fearsome guard puppies so spooked.”

“That’d probably be me.”

You jumped halfway in the air, whipping around you came face to face with the hollow white mask that Dream commonly wore.

“Fucking shit Dream what the hell?” You pressed your hand to your heart, your dogs growling lowly all around you. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“My bad.” He smirked in a way that showed he wasn’t at all sorry, “I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get an invitation to the wedding.”

“Would you have even shown up?” You raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to you, Nightmare was at his hip making your bad vibe senses light up like a wildfire. He hummed thoughtfully rubbing his chin,

“Probably not. But, I decided I’d drop by and give you my congratulations.” He was close enough that you could smell him, he smelled like burning wood and dirt; like a little pissbaby worm.

“Well thank you,” You wrapped the robe tighter around your body like it suddenly dropped ten degrees. “You can go now-” You started before you were pressed up against the wall, his fearsome blade Nightmare at your throat. The dogs began to bark and howl at the man’s heels but they couldn’t do much without a direct command, but you hoped it would be enough to draw Technoblade out of the house.

“Clearly Technoblade cares about you much more than I had originally calculated. It’s kind of pathetic if I’m being honest. Someone like you who's so small, so pathetic, could bring Technoblade, the fearsome blood god himself, down like that. Make him soft. We can’t exactly have that now, can we? We need him...How do I say this...a bit feral, unhinged.”

“You realize you kill me, you can count on him hunting you down and slaughtering you right? I can’t say for sure the ‘favor’ is completely off the table but he’ll half-ass it that’s for sure.” You snarled right back in Dreams face, tempted to spit in it.

“Oh, I’m not going to kill you, babe.” His voice dripped like honey, its sickly sweet tone made your stomach churn. “But we’re going to get really comfortable with one another, for the time being, you’re under my custody.”

“What the fuck does that mean you freak-” He hit you on the back of the head with Nightmare, successfully knocking you out. That caused one of the dogs to absolutely lose it, jumping up and tearing off a piece of Dreams bright green hoodie. He snarled at the dog and jolted when he heard Technoblade call for (Y/N), it was close. He quickly messaged his accomplice and was teleported out of the situation, via his own stasis chamber, appearing back in his home base. He smiled wickedly under his mask, as Enderman noises could be heard behind him. He adjusted the girl in his grip, the next few days were going to be a lot of fun.

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