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[ran196242]

"S Endings."

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Shades of Grey || CL16 {3}

Summary: Things get worse before they get better. Warnings: 18+ only, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 2k

F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four ||

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave without a goodbye,” Charles whispered to the quiet as he took your hand and kissed the top of it. “I didn’t mean to leave you.”

You looked down at your hand though you still stood near the door and swore you could feel his palm in yours just like when you held his hand under the stars. You ran your thumb over the empty space where he had a callus from repeated weight lifting in the gym and he jumped in his seat.

“Did you…” He shook his head and sighed before chiding himself. “Arthur thinks you might be able to hear me, and I think he’s crazy but I don’t know, I guess I just need to get this off my chest.”

You stepped closer as his voice dropped even quieter. “I can’t go another minute without telling you how I feel. I wish I told you how I felt before you-“ his words were lost to a sob.

“I’m not dead, Charles,” you said quietly as you stood at the foot of the bed. “I promise I’m going to find a way back to you.”

“Come back to me, please,” Charles begged as he dropped his head to the scratchy hospital sheet that was draped over you. “I can’t bury another person I love. I can’t do it. And I love you, so fucking much and it kills me that I never told you.”

The heart rate monitor beeped rapidly and Charles’ head shot up as an alarm started to blare. The door behind him was pushed open and the nurse entered with Arthur and Pierre hot on her tail. 

“What is it?” Charles asked on the edge of hysteria. “What’s happening?”

The nurse ignored him as she looked at the monitor and saw the sharp increase in your heart rate. “Something stimulated her, what were you doing just before it jumped?”

Charles looked at the other guys before scratching his neck nervously. “I was just talking to her.”

Pierre cocked an eyebrow at the explanation, knowing how his best friend acted when he was not being completely honest. 

“I think it’s safe to say she can probably hear you,” the nurse said with a small smile. “This is good. It’s a very good sign.”

She left with a print out of the readings, quietly excusing herself to update the doctor and when the door sealed shut Pierre turned on Charles. “Right, tell me the truth.”

“What?” Charles asked as he looked away from the pointed stare and back to your face, your eyes still closed.

“Did you kiss her?”

“What!” Charles snapped his head around. “I’m not a fucking creep. What kind of question is that? I just told her…that I love her.”

The monitor spiked again and Arthur shifted closer. “Say it again.”

You leaned closer too, wanting to hear those words on his lips over and over. Charles’ cheeks were burning red and buried his face in the mattress beside your hand. 

“Or kiss her,” Pierre offered before shrugging innocently as Charles lifted his head enough to glare at him. “Worked for sleeping beauty.”

You paced around the room wondering how you could get yourself to wake up when your attention was drawn back to Charles’ quiet words.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Is he serious?” Pierre aimed at Arthur who just shrugged. “Bro, she’s been following you ‘round the paddock since we were kids. She wouldn’t give the rest of us the time of day.”

 Charles looked to his brother for confirmation and Arthur nodded. Charles’ shoulders dropped in defeat and he reached out slowly to you, gently brushing his knuckles down your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you sighed with longing. The tenderness was everything you had wanted to experience, but not like this.

“Woah,” Arthur gasped as a low sound escaped the tube in your mouth. “Nurse!”

The heavy sigh had been heard by them all and you would have been embarrassed by the sound except Charles' eyes lit up with hope. 

“Where the hell is the nurse?” Arthur frowned as he looked to the door. “I’ll go find her.”

“I’ll go with you,” Pierre said as he started to follow, “you get lost more than Charles.”

The sun was starting to reach for the horizon and cast a myriad of colour around the room, the shadows growing with each passing second. Charles was staring at you completely absorbed as he searched for any other sign that you were there.

“I’m trying,” you whispered as you concentrated on making anything happen. “I’m trying.”

“I know it’s your birthday and you’d normally make a wish, but if you could make mine come true I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I would give anything to talk to you again.” 

He suddenly shifted in his seat to pull his phone from his pocket and he dialled your number from memory. A muffled vibrating started on the drawers beside the bed and he frowned as shifted from flowers aside to find your phone plugged into a charger. A surprised laugh erupted as he saw what you had him saved as in contacts and he shook his head. 

Chuck The Clerk.

It had been a running joke between the two of you after some reporter had called him Chuck and a fresh tear ran down his cheek as the call went to voicemail. 

“Hey, sorry I missed your call but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Charles cleared his throat before the beep began and he inhaled deeply. “It’s me. Uh, Chuck.” His laugh was a broken sob and he pressed a hand to his trembling lip as he fought to regain his composure. “I just called to hear your voice. God, I miss it. I miss you.”

His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his phone when the answer phone beeped as it ran out of time. A second later your phone beeped with a new voicemail and he picked the device up, the screen lighting up to reveal the background image. 

The photo had been taken at the pre-season testing where the new drivers and old met properly for the first time. Charles turned the phone on its side to see the picture of all 20 drivers lined up and bit his lip as he saw that everyone was facing the photographer, everyone except you and him. You had turned to find him already staring at you and your smile had widened.

“You did it,” Charles had called out just before the camera clicked, capturing the pride on his face. 

There were thousands of other photos in your gallery, dozens and dozens of them with Charles in them, but that was a favourite and it had been your wallpaper since that first week in Bahrain. There might have been 18 other people in the photo but you only saw Charles.

The screen went black as it turned off and when he clicked the lock button to wake it up it asked for a passcode. His fingers keyed in your birthday but it vibrated at the incorrect pin.

“Wrong birthday,” you murmured as you reached out to brush down a wayward strand of hair before remembering you couldn’t touch him.

His fingers hesitantly tried another sequence - 1 6 1 0 9 7 - and he fell back in his seat as it unlocked. He stared at the home screen and chewed on his lip, his knee bouncing with indecision before he locked it again and shoved it back between the flower arrangement.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised softly and placed his hands back on yours to keep them busy and to stop himself from reaching for your phone again. It wasn’t his place to go through the pictures, no matter how much he wanted to see more of your smiles. The pictures in his phone would have to be enough, and the knowledge that you had set his birthday as your passcode. 

He stared out of the hospital window as the sun went down and sighed. “I should go.”

Panic hit you at the thought of being left behind in the dark void again and you threw yourself at him, reaching for his hand before it could leave yours. You tumbled forward as you fell through him and right onto your lifeless body in front of him.

His skin was warm to the touch as your fingers wrapped around his wrist and he froze as he stared at the hand that had been limp only a moment ago. 

“Don’t go,” you begged as your heart hammered in your chest and the monitors set off another alarm. 

“Help! Somebody help,” Charles screamed as your throat convulsed around the tube. 

“Don’t leave me,” you kept trying to plead but the darkness was heavy and it was suddenly harder to speak. 

More voices filled the room and Charles’ hand slipped out of yours. 

“No, no, no, come back,” you screamed, your hand falling from the bed weakly as it tried to find him. 

“Let me go, she needs me,” Charles growled but his voice faded away and your hope went with him.

Pierre gripped his shoulders and kept him pressed to the wall, out of the way of the doctors filling the room. “No, she needs them. Let the doctors do their job.”

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked weakly as he sagged against Pierre. “Why couldn’t you just take me to the airport?”

Pierre held his friend up, taking his weight when he nearly collapsed from the grief. “Because you would hate yourself if you didn’t see her again.”

Charles flinched and screwed his eyes shut as he fisted Pierre’s shirt shaking his head as if it could block out the alarms that erupted as the ventilator was disconnected. As much as it hurt to hear the incessant beeping it was nothing compared to the dread he felt when the room fell silent. 

“No, no…” he whispered as the machine was turned off and his legs failed him. 

“I’m sorry,” Pierre choked, realising there wasn’t going to be another soft whoosh of air breathing for you.

“Charles,” Arthur called as he reached blinding for his brother, slapping his chest until Charles looked up angrily. Arthur wasn’t even looking his way, he was fixated on the doctors, no not the doctors. He was staring at you.

Your throat burned and the fire spread to your lungs as you drew in a shaky breath. Pain lacerated your back and a whimper escaped your dry throat, reigniting the burning as you lifted your hand and tried to ask for water. Your hand dropped weakly back to your side and your vision blurred under the harsh lighting. 

You couldn’t make out any of the shapes moving around you and each blink felt like rubbing sandpaper over your eyes but a familiar warmth filled your hand and you focused on that feeling. The pain in your body receded as the hand clasping yours picked it up and Charles came into focus as his lips pressed to your palm. 

You swallowed in an attempt to wet your throat but you ended up coughing until Charles took the small cup of water a nurse had prepared and he lifted it carefully to your cracked lips. The cool water soothed the burn and you sighed at the instant relief, squeezing Charles’ hand in silent gratitude.

His eyes were brimming with tears when he squeezed your hand back. “You came back.”

You shook your head, wincing at the stiffness in your neck. “For you,” you rasped weakly, not recognising your own voice. 

“For me?” he asked as he leaned in closer like he had misheard you.

“You…brought…me back.” Your lips ached as they curved into a small smile and exhaustion tugged at your mind. You couldn’t go back to sleep, not when you needed him to know how you felt. “I love you too.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

My Prince

Media House of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader

Rating SMUT

Warning : Choking/hair pulling/ full sex/ spanking

I smiled as I came into the chambers adjusting my thin red dress over my body, my hair allowed to flow freely. I blushed as I saw him Daemon sat in his black and red clothes watching the fire with his goblet of wine in hand. 

"Daemon," I called,

His eyes glanced at me looking unbelievably unamused by my antics his face didn't even crack with any emotional reaction he simply returned his eyes to the flames, after a while he simply moved painstakingly slowly as he set down his goblet, got to his feet and adjusted himself his eyes hit mine and left me with nowhere to escape to, he swaggered over with overconfidence, Suddenly his firm callus hand grabbed my hip forcing me against the cold stone wall, completely he purposely stood his foot between my feet giving me even less chance of an escape his eyes watched me intensely causing all the blood to rush to my face as his hand came and slowly fixed my hair from my face, 

"What was that?" He asked,

"What was what?" I replied, 

"What. Was. That?" He warns his hand slipping down my hair grabbing the end and pulling,

"I didn't do anything" I giggled, 

"Say it again."

"What-"

"Say it again Darling," He growled,

I smirked a little biting my lip "Daemon,"

That was all he needed to move from my hair to my neck holding me tightly against the wall barely an inch between us,

"What's my name?" He growled in my ear barely audible at all as he tightened his grip on my neck,

"Dae-" I began but he tightened again,

"What's my name Darling?" He warns,

"My Prince," The moment that word left my lips he released his grip,

"Good girl," he chuckled "You really thought for a second you were gonna get away with that?"

"I thought I might try,"

"Don't be a brat, Darling. Or you know what you'll get,"

"Maybe I want what I'll get,"

"Do you? I must not be doing it hard enough," he smirked "for your... blatant insolence. On the floor. On your knees Darling," he smirked a dark smirk across his lips I smiled he grabbed me by my hair and forced me over to the bed where he sat and dragged me to force me down onto my knees resting my head softly on his knee, he softly stroked my hair softly before tugging me a little closer, "Go on then,"

"yes My Prince," I cooed slowly unlaced his trousers, tugging them down to expose his half-hard erection, I blushed as I saw him as I almost always did I moved closer moving between his legs peppering soft kisses up his shaft and gently stroking quickly feeling him harden against my hand once he was fully hard I gave the tip of his head a kiss before I took him completely into my mouth making sure to wrap my lips around the hilt of his shaft I moved my head back and forth gently and slowly kitten licking around him, softly sucking. 

"Good girl," He cooes playing with my hair often times he would let little groans or grunts slip from his lips in pleasure but other than that purposely kept quiet until he suddenly gripped my hair hard pulling me away completely "Enough."

"Didn't I do good My Prince?"

"You did, but your Prince can't punish the bratty little Darling if she makes me cum so early,"

"Maybe that was my plan," I smiled wickedly,

"was it? to treat me so good you get out of your punishments. You should know better than to think so simply Darling," he smirked fixing his trousers up and tapping his thigh 

"Yes My Prince" I blushed getting to my feet and to try to sit on his lap but he pulled my hair hard, "Owww!"

"No. You know what you're getting. Go on," he smirked,

"Yes Prince" I blushed trying to hide my excitement as I moved to lay over his thighs my feet on the floor and my head hung down he ran his hand slowly down from my hair down my back until he reached my ass giving it a soft stroke before a hard slap, then another, then another, hitting in the centre to make sure both cheeks would get sore, I bit my lip hard trying not to let him know how much I liked it, he was merciless spanking me hard and fast often stroking to soothe me slightly,

"Good girl" he cooes pulling away my dress up to expose my bare ass, he began again this time I was unable to merely bite my lip hissing at times unable to hide my reactions of pain as my skin got sore and red from his spanks and often slaps his fingers stroking my sore skin, "Good girl, what a good little Darling." He cooed,

"Are we finished?"

"Humm... you wish." he smirked "Maybe if you hadn't been such a bratty Darling we'd be finished." he smirked spanking me hard causing me to loudly whine, "but you had to act like a little brat," he growled his other hand grabbing my neck to slightly choak me and silence my sounds, 

"I was only playing,"

"Playing? Well the Prince’s only playing with his little Darling," he smirked tightening his grip and spanking me hard he made spread my legs to spank my pussy all of which caused squeals and screams from pain and pleasure, "Good girl," he cooes "on your feet" he demands,

I didn't waste time moving to stand between his legs he moved my hips so I faced away from him clearly admiring his work get peppered kisses around my waist heading to the small in my back before then biting hard on my left cheek leaving his teethmarks there, 

"Owww!" I complained, 

"you're cute when you're pouting about getting punished," He cooed turning me back to face him stroking up my body slipping my dress about to rip it but I stopped him “take it off, and lay on your back like a good little Darling or I'll rip it and have you know your knees." 

"Yes My Prince" 

"Good girl," he cooes, 

I slipped off my dress Leaving me utterly naked which only seemed to amuse him more before I laid on our bed on my back with my head sweetly on the pillow, he smirked crawling onto the bed between my legs and undoing the few buttons done up on his shirt pulling it off and throwing it off his arm onto the floor, he undid his trousers and pushed them down kicking them off as he leant over me kissing my neck while he gripped my thighs forcing them up and around his waist grinding himself against me,

"Will you be gentle my Prince?"

"Not tonight. Maybe I would if you behaved. but bratty little Darling’s don't get gentle, so the Prince can raw fuck her sweet little pussy," He growled,

"Isn't that a reward?"

"For me." he smirked,

"But I enjoy it."

"I know you do Darling, but not as much as I do," he smirked burying himself hilt deep inside me immediately making me squeal and arch my back, he didn't take long panting his hands either side of me on the black sheets his hips starting their fast and hard thrusts making sure he moved from hilt to tip with each deep thrust often letting small grunts escape his lips as he worked I did my best not to scream too much overwhelmed with pleasure as he got faster and more merciless on me often leaning down to kiss my neck ,

"Ughhh My Prince please!" I begged already close to my release, 

He grunts sweat forming across his skin as he worked at times so much so his hair would fall in his eyes damp from sweat the closer we both got the more out of breath he sounded gasping between his thrusts until I reached my orgasm gripping onto the skin on his back as it built to its peak and rushed over me completely clawing down his back as I squealed he seemed to get a last bolt of energy as I reached my high as he moved mercilessly fast letting me ride out every second before his hips bucked up and he buried himself as deep inside me as possible releasing himself there before stopping to catch his breath, "Fuck-" he gasped after a few moments he pulled out and pretty much collapsed on the bed beside me on his own pillow making me giggle a little at him, “Don’t giggle at me darling. You want me to push you on your knees and keep going?” he threatened,

“Maybe My prince…” I giggled,

“You are such a little brat darling,” he growled grabbing my hair and forcing me down on my knees. 

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[paigegonerogue]

Joel and Ellie

Quite tired and smelly

Joel is not doing welly

Ellie needs to fill his belly

rode off on Callus, then she felly

woke up with a cannibal locked in a celly

Killed a man and ran through a deli

David sucks, his brain are now jellie

Joel is being a nervous Nellie

gets there too late after she’s been through helly

He calls her baby girl as I cry at my telly

#the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #funny #dark humor #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #lol

[soulofapatrick]

You Infuriate Me - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You almost get killed and Joel snaps at you out of fear and being terrible at showing emotions 

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: small amount of injury really; angst and fluff

Y/N’s POV

The cabin is quiet when we step inside, the only sounds our breathes and the creaking of the floorboards. The air is tense, Joel moving left and me right, neither speaking to each other as he’s still mad at me for running off and almost getting myself killed. I thought I’d heard a kid crying for help and rushed headfirst into a raiders trap of a room full of runners and clickers and of course I ran out of ammo two clickers from clearing the room and Joel showed up just in time. He’s giving me the silent treatment and I’m not going to apologise and I’m not going to tell him about the blood sliding down the sleeve of my jacket, starting to slide through my fingers and making it a little difficult to hold my gun without it sliding around in my grip. 

Making it around the downstairs and finding the cabin empty I can feel Joel’s eyes on me but I refuse to look at him as he comes back down the stairs. I know he’s angry, I can see it in the usually soft honey of his eyes , but I’m angry too. I’m angry that he always treats me like a child like I can’t handle myself in a fight, like I hadn’t survived six years out here without him. It makes me wanna scream and punch something so I speak, “Cabin is clear, let’s go.” My tone harsher and colder than I intended but I just turn and head for the door where our horses are waiting for us. 

He says my name and I can hear the pain hidden deep beneath the anger but I’m not doing this now, wanting to just get back so Tommy can check out the still bleeding gash on my shoulder. Wanting to get back before Joel notices the blood and then lectures me even more, so I’m storming out the door and fixing my gun to Indiana’s saddle before swinging myself up and settling in the saddle. Joel’s huffing but copying me, eyes boring into my back as I ride ahead and refuse to look back. I can sense his frustration and disappointment but it’s unfair. A few days ago he was telling me how much he admires me and then he was calling me childish and impulsive and I was stupid enough to believe that he liked me romantically. That maybe he was telling me he felt the same way but nah, I was just being delusional obviously as the anger radiates from him.

The gates grind open and I’m off of Indiana, handing him to Isadore - our stable boy and one of my best friends - squeezing his shoulder and heading for Tommy’s well before Joel’s had a chance to climb off Callus. Tommy’s isn’t that far into town so I’m there quickly, not even knocking but storming in and making Tommy look up from where he’s washing dishes while Maria’s pouring over a patrol routes map. I’m shrugging off my jacket, a small pool of blood slipping out the sleeve and onto their floor ,and the shirt around my left shoulder is soaked with blood, which has both their attentions. Maria grabs her own jacket and leaves, probably to go talk to Joel while I throw myself into a chair at the table. 

“What happened?” Tommy asks, sitting next to me with the medical bag spread out on the table. He eyes my shirt and without hesitation I’m ripping it over my head, sitting in just my sports bra in front of Tommy but I don’t care. Tommy’s married and he’s pretty much an older brother figure to me. Tommy’s my person. 

“I ran into a trap and of course mister fucking know it all has been pissed at me the whole rest of the day.” I snap, throwing my balled up shirt across the room and quickly apologising when he gives me a look with his eyebrows raised. He accepts the apology and pulls out the needle and thread, handing me the bottle of whiskey to try and dull the pain. Of course it doesn’t and I’m digging my nails into Tommy’s leg almost painfully in a hope I don’t scream as fuck, it’s so painful. 

“You know Joel’s just angry because he cares about you.” Tommy speaks as he focuses on stitching my shoulder up, cognac eyes flicking to meet mine for a split second before going back to the needle when I turn my head to look at him. He’s got a face of pure concentration, brows furrowed and tongue sticking out a little, nose scrunched up to hid his freckles that are barely visible against his sun-kissed skin. His hair is tucked behind his ears so it doesn’t get in the way and the pads of his fingers are rough against my sensitive skin. I’ve always thought that if Tommy wasn’t married and I had never met Joel I’m sure he is who I would have ended up with but not in this universe it seems. 

“Yeah because calling me fucking childish; impulsive and immature is caring about me.”

Tommy chuckles softly, “Joel’s never been good at expressing his emotions,” He mutters, more to himself before continuing, “Y/N, that man I head over heels for you and he was probably scared watching you almost die-”

“How’d you know I almost died?” I cut him off and his head flies up, cognac eyes wide and I realised he was joking about me almost dying and now there’s a very similar glare on his face that Joel’s had all day, “Not you too please. Tommy, you’re meant to be my person.” 

“I am you person,” He huffs before finishing up my stitches and moving back to grab a bandage to keep the stitches protected, “But think about this, if it was Maria where you were and I was Joel I would be pissed and scared. He’s scared that he almost lost you,” I just frown, pouting as I know Tommy’s right. He’s always right. So the feelings I thought Joel had for me are real. I wasn’t just imagining them and now he’s getting the silent treatment from me and- “Go get your man.” Tommy nudges me up and I pull myself to my feet, eyes searching for my shirt but before I can even move towards it Tommy is holding out his sweatshirt that he knows I really love but everyone knows it’s Tommy’s and he doesn’t want to give people the wrong idea. 

I’m outside Joel’s before I can process it and I’m knocking before I can stop myself, hearing movement before he’s answering the door and I think my throat closes up when I see him. His honey eyes red and puffy as if he’s been crying, salt and pepper hair a fluffy mess from him running his hands through it and his weatherworn skin deepest with pain and anger. His beard glistening a little from the tears he’s obviously shed and I think my heart breaks as I’ve done this to him. Joel just looks at me, surprise written all over his face, before he’s silently stepping aside to let me in and I do just that, letting him close the door behind me and stopping in the centre of the living room. We just stand there in silence, facing each other and neither knowing what to say. 

“I’m sorry,” I choke out, voice barely a whisper and I can’t meet his gaze, “You were right, I was being impulsive and childish and I shouldn’t have-“ 

“I’m sorry,” Joel cuts me off, voice gruff and almost broken. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my hands trembling at my sides as he lets out a heavy sigh, “I don’t want to lose you too.” He sounds to vulnerable and I finally gain the courage to meet his gaze. I can see the openness on his face as he lets me see the pain and fear and it breaks my heart all over again.

I’m closing the distance between us, ignoring the dull throbbing in my left shoulder, grabbing Joel’s left hand in my right one and his eyes slip down to our hands, breath a little shaky so I speak again, “I’m sorry Joel,” I say it more firmly, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles before adding, “But you… You, Joel Henry Miller, are a dumbass when it comes to expressing emotions.” His head flies up, eyes wide and mouth agape a little as he tries to find the words but coming up with nothing so he looks like a beached fish, cheeks a rosy colour. I take his speechlessness as an opportunity and pull him that final step closer by his hand, his chest flush against mine. I can feel the warmth radiating from his body and the tension that has been between us seems to dissipate as soon as my lips brush his in a quick and testing kiss. 

Joel is looking down at me with a mixture of surprise and desire, I can feel his heart jackhammering in his chest. But then again, it could just be mine, we’re so close I’m not sure. Joel’s hand is shaking free of mine to grab my chin and draw me up into a proper kiss, the softness and neediness of his lips quickly replacing my need for oxygen. Despite kissing him for the first time it feels oh so familiar and comforting, like old friends rekindling a romance. I can feel the heat building between us, his tongue tracing my lower lip before delving into my mouth, exploring and teasing me. My right hand finding its way into his hair and pulling him closer as he walks me backwards towards the nearest wall. 

I’m letting out a pained sound as my back collides with the wall, sending a sharp and pulsing pain to ricochet through me from my left shoulder. It has Joel breaking the kiss, concern and worry etched into the lines on his forehead as I let my head fall back against the wall and my right hand instinctively goes to grip my left shoulder. I can picture the way Joel’s eyes have narrowed by the way his fingers trace over my hand lightly and he asks, “What’s wrong?”

My breath comes out in ragged gasps, silently cursing myself for not going to the market to get myself some painkillers before coming here. I breathe through my teeth, trying to get a grip on the pain and steady my racing heart, “It’s nothing.” I lie instinctively but I feel him shuffle and drag my eyes open to see him with his hands on his hips, one knee cocked out slightly and his eyebrows raised in the same way Tommy had earlier so I sigh through the pain and say, “I caught my knife when fighting off the clickers.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“You called me childish and impulsive and I didn’t want to prove you right.” Joel lets out a sigh, his hand moving from my hand to my shoulder, gently pressing down to feel the wound. I wince at the pressure, but his touch is surprisingly gentle. He leans down and brushes his lips against my forehead, his voice low and gentle as he speaks, “You shouldn’t have to prove anything to me, Y/N. I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it.” It makes my heart swell at his words and I reach up to cup his face, my thumb rubbing gently against his cheekbone. “It’s okay, Joel. I know you didn’t mean it.”

We stand there for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes, the tension between us dissipating as we come to a mutual understanding. Joel breaks the silence, his voice a little gruff as he says, “Come on, can I have a look?” I’m nodding before yelping in surprise when he scoops me up and heads to his kitchen to set me down on the table. His fingers fiddling with the bottom of Tommy’s sweater, eyes questioning and I’m nodding, letting him help me ease the sweater off and not helping but laughing when he chucks the material across the room with a grumble about Tommy’s clothing and his before his eyes settle on the bandage on my shoulder and upper arm. His fingers ghost lightly over the bandage before he’s meeting my gaze again, “Can I kiss you again?” 

“Please.” I’m gasping out, gripping the front of his plaid button up and yanking him forwards, meeting his lips half way, feeling the way his large hands land on my thighs to catch his balance. This kiss is passionate and intense, fuelled by a mix of desire and relief. Joel’s lips are soft yet demanding, eagerly exploring and tasting mine as he deepens the kiss. His tongue gently brushes against my lower lip before delving into my mouth, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat. I respond in kind, my own hands tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. 

“Y/N? Joel? If you two haven’t killed-“ Tommy stops in the kitchen doorway, a shit eating grin finding it’s way to his lips, “I see I’ve interrupted but I’m pretty sure you’re going to be wanting these.” He’s holding up a bottle of painkillers and I think I whimper which has Joel dislodging himself from where he was standing between my legs to take the bottle from Tommy. 

“Yes, thank you Tommy, now you can leave.” Joel is guiding his brother through the living room towards the door and I can hear them bickering and Tommy’s teasing and laughing the whole way there. I can hear him cackling even after the front door is shut on him and Joel comes back in, grumbling about stupid younger brothers. He puts the bottle of painkillers next to me on the table before slotting himself back between my legs and grips my chin, “Now where were me?” 

“You were going to kiss me again.” 

“Hmmmm, is that so?” His warm breath ghosts over my lips, pulling his head back a little every time I move forwards to close the gap. 

“Joel Miller! I swear to god if you don’t kiss me right n-“

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[daddyhausen]

brody king and { 14 } — “who knocked you up?” , “that would be me. hi, nice to meet you” bc i am a comedian first

• knocked up — brody king •

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{ summary } — a work colleague’s tries to shoot his shot not knowing that you’re already taken and very obviously pregnant, protective brody mode ensues

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 595

{ pairing } — fem!reader x brody king

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 14 } — “who knocked you up?” , “that would be me. hi, nice to meet you”

it had been a wonderful even thus far

your work colleague’s birthday celebration had proven to be more than an eventful evening

although the gathering was rather small for such a celebration

the 20 or so patrons that lined her living room plus congregation of older male relatives crowding around the grill in the backyard

you’d mostly found yourself hovering around from room to room

a mix between the kitchen and living room

chatting amongst fellow colleagues and friends

them mostly congratulating you on your pregnancy

caressing your evident baby bump

“woah, y/n you look stunning”

you felt a pair of eyes scanning your frame rather scandalously

almost as if their retinas were burning holes through your chest

your breasts more specifically

he was a fellow co-worker of yours

one that simply would not take no for an answer and even after your constant rejection of him

“thanks” you remarked sharply yet still holding some type of politeness

the dress you were wearing was not even remotely revealing

the fabric was light and flowy, the pastel pink beautifully complemented your skin tone

your chest covered modestly, with the neckline only mildly swooping down

yet you could still feel said coworker’s eyes glaring lustfully at you

“why don’t i get you a drink? and maybe we could talk a bit more”

he mentioned to the nearly-empty glass of brandy in his hand, shaking it lightly in front of your face as if you were a dog waiting obediently for a treat

the connotation of his words left a sick feeling in your stomach

you knew that talking was the last thing on his mind

“i can’t drink” you responded with the same dry tone as before

pointing down to your rather obvious baby bump

you could tell his throat ran dry, absent of words at the moment

his demeanor has shifted from jovial and flirtatious to a more cold and callus glare

“who knocked you up?” he spoke in a rather accusatory tone, his voice deep and dark, almost frightening

you felt a hand protectively snake around your waist

peering down until your gaze met the inky flesh of your husband’s hand

“that would be me. hi, nice to meet you” brody extended his free hand for the co worker to shake

although his efforts were met with silence

brody kept his demeanor calm and collected but you just knew his anger was boiling over

his hand that remained around your waist gingerly caressed your bump as your coworker stared in a mixture of disbelief and disgust

“are you gonna stop harassing my wife? or a we gonna have a problem here?”

brody was seething, words spoken through clenched teeth

your coworker stood there silently for a moment before responding with a meek “no”, eventually leaving

brody breathed a soft sigh of relief as he left, now turning his attention to you

“he didn’t try anything, did he?”

“no, brody. i’m fine”

you gently placed a hand upon his chest for reassurance

he hand came down to cup the swell of your belly

his thumb smoothing across the fabric covering your skin

“how’s the little one been? not giving you too much trouble i hope?”

“not as much as he was…” you remarked, mentioning your now forgotten coworker

brody gave a small hearty chuckle in response, lightly placing a kiss to your temple

“go enjoy yourself, my angel. let me know when you’re ready to leave”

“i kinda just wanna go home now, brody. baby wants to rest”

“alright love, let’s get you two home”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 } #brody king x reader #brody king imagine #brody king fanfic #aew #wrestling imagine #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

[haitanisbug]

Yandere! Rindou Haitani x Reader

Cw: Yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Violence. Mention of suggestive themes.

a/n: a repost bc I'm still rusty at writing and haven't finished anything new in a while. OOC rindou bc its sexy.

You step out of the shower onto the cold tile with a sigh of relief. It's not often that you get time to shower by yourself without Rindou’s suffocating presence with you. It's one of his special rituals, bathing with you like you’re some loving couple who live to take care of each other. But usually these shower sessions end up with you pressed up against the glass and Rindou ramming into you from behind. It's exhausting and you're thankful for this rare time by yourself. Rindou mentioned he was going to be out later than usual, and wouldn't be home in time for your nightly shower sex routine.

Deciding to take advantage of the peaceful penthouse, you plop on the couch and cuddle up with one of the very few books Rindou allows you to own. The exhaustion creeps in quickly, and you find yourself suddenly drifting to sleep.

The slam of the door is what jolts you awake. Rubbing the blurriness out of your eyes, you look over at Rindou walking in. He’s muttering something and you can't catch all of it, but you can make out a string of expletives and his brother's name somewhere in the mix.

His sharp eyes cut over to where you’re laying on the couch. Rindou strides over to you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. It’s aggressive, and his imposing figure looks even more intimidating with the dark lines of his tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. 

“Get the fuck up. How many times have I told you that I don't want you sleeping out here when I'm gone? I want you in the fucking bedroom where its safer.”

Your heart sinks in fear. Shit, you think. It's one of those nights. When Rindou comes home from a botched job, he acts more callus than usual. It’s best to accept his angry advances in cases like this, and play the demure agreeable darling.... but even when you comply, you never come out of it unscathed.

“Oh. Umm I didn’t mean to, Rin. It was an accident. I won't do it again.”

“I didnt ask if it was a fucking accident or not, princess.” He grabs your wrist and digs his nails into it as he pulls. You go flying from the couch straight into his chest and his other hand comes up to grip your face. You can feel his nails digging into your cheeks too, and you know the indents will linger tomorrow. The pain is unbearable and something clicks in your brain. After having some semblance of freedom tonight, you snap. You start struggling in his grasp, thrashing your body back and forth until you free your face from his grasp and then push him away from you.

You’re both staring each other down, Rindou’s eyebrows raised in slight surprise that you managed to shake him off.

“Get over here.” he says. His voice is low and serious.

“...no.” you whisper.

Rindou’s eyes widen in shock at your defiance. But he gets over it quickly and narrows his eyes at you. “What did you jus-”

“I said no!”  Deciding you’ve had enough of Rindou’s abuse night after night you steel yourself and speak the words that have been bottled up inside you for a long time now.

“You always take it out on me like you need to prove something! I’m sick of being your punching bag, Rindou!” You halt your ranting for a second, chest breathing hard. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue, and you know if you voice them you’ll be in big trouble. You’ve already said enough as is. But in your heated anger, you make a split second deciding to spit it out regardless.

“You’re weaker than Ran. You know you’ll never be as strong as him and it bothers you so much. Knowing that you’ll never live upto him. So you take it out on me! Like that’s anything to be proud of? Taking it out on a weak and defenseless girl really proves your strength Rindou.” Your chest heaves from your scathing words, and you try to catch your breath.

You see the change in his demeanor immediately. His aggravation turned into a fury so deep you freeze in your spot.

“i..- i didn't mean it, Rin. I swear, Rin im-”

“If you’re so fond of my brother I should have him come teach you a lesson then, huh?”

“No! Rindou, I’m sorry! Really, I didn’t mea-”

Rindou stalks over to you and his arm shoots out, grabbing you by the neck. Your apology is cut off as he begins to squeeze. All you can do is scramble at his hand on your throat. Your nails try to dig into his skin, but it’s useless as his grip tightens and you begin to lose air. You drop your arms in defeat, your throat tightens up and your lungs feel like they’re on the edge of an explosion. Rindou loosens his grip just as suddenly, and your body crumples to the floor. Through your choking and sobs, you don’t see him kneel down next to you.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. You still refuse to meet his gaze, heart thundering against your chest.

“I said fucking look at me.”

The tone grabs your attention and through your tears, you look up at Rindou. He looks calm. Unusually calm. His face is relaxed and composed as usual, but when your eyes meet his… you swallow hard. Sheer terror sinks into your skin. Rindou’s eyes are an inferno of blazing rage. His eyes are usually cold and barren. You know how to deal with coldness… it's easy enough to bring some warmth into him from his usual apathy. But taming a fire? It’s hopeless. You know you’ve pushed him too far this time and the regret of your actions lies in every hollow of your being. 

His hand comes up to grip your cheeks and he squeezes hard again. The pain floods your ears. You have to strain in order to catch his next whispered statement.

“Say something like that one more time and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

Too terrified to even sob, a small whimper leaves your bruised throat and you give a small nod. Rindou stares at you deeply for a few more seconds before he straightens up. He whips out his phone and dials someone. Whoever is on the other side picks up quickly and Rindou doesn’t wait for the other person to speak before he starts talking. 

“Yea. I need you over here whenever you get the chance. I want you to tear the brattiness out of my girl.”

Your eyes widen at the words he spews into his phone, and your body trembles at your oncoming punishment. There’s only one other person he could be talking to. Only one other person was able to tame a brat when Rin couldn’t. Rindou has told you enough of the horror stories about him and your heart sinks at the realization. Not Ran. Anyone…anything but Ran Haitani.

He looks down on you after hanging up, all the fire gone from his eyes now. His gaze is freezing to the core. You know trying to bring any ounce of mercy out of him now has become a lost cause.

“You wanted to talk about Ran, so it’s Ran you’ll get. I hope it was worth it darling.”

#rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #rindo x reader #rindo haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tr fic #rindou x you #rindou scenario #rindou fic #woof #tj.fics

[ran196242]

watched ss2 and decided to redraw my oldest GO comic.

Hope you'll like the updated version once I posted them.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #callus ran #good omens comic #deep wounds

[midnight-talescape]

Criminal (Yandere Batman x Criminal Reader)

Kinktober day 15: Belly Bulge

I had a bit too much fun with this.

Warning: overstimulation, belly bulge, cum, alot of cum, choking, non-con, yandere, a tad bit ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You ran across the building, adrenaline pumping in your vein, another robbery gone wrong.

You swore under your breath, you were so close to succeeding. But noooo the fucking bat has to come and ruin it all.

You sometime wonder what does he have against you, I mean sure you’re constantly robbing the fucking bank and occasionally killing people. But like this is fucking Gotham, the bank get robbed every fucking day and the people you kill were douchebag anyway. Theres gotta be some other fucking crimminal doing worst thing out there.

You stopped in your track as a man landed in front of you.

You let out a audible groan,

“For fuck sake Batman, i’m beginning to think you have a fucking crush on me. There's gotta be some worst criminal out there, go catch Mr.Freeze or something,”

Batman doesn’t say anything, as he stares you down with his signature Batman disapproving look. You threw the sack of money on the ground, and held out your hand,

“Just fucking sent me back to arkham or something, I swear by this point thats just my second home,”

Batman went to grab something in his belt, but rather than the handcuff you was expecting he pulled out some sort of bottle and sprayed it in your face.

Quickly losing consciousness, you stared at him in confusion as your body fell to the ground. Batman caught your body in his arm, before heading back to the bat cave.

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You rubbed your eye as you woke up from your drug induced sleep (on the most comfortable bed you have ever slept on). Seeing the dark knight who was apparently standing next to the bed waiting for you to wake up, you attempted to punch him.

Not surprisingly he caught your hand with ease,

“What the fuck?! Have you finally gone crazy?!”

He looked down at you, “I have found a better way to contained you, (Y/N). You have been causing me too much trouble,”

You looked at him in disbelief,

“I’m a fucking theif, occasionally a murderer. Theres Bane, Penguin, Harley Quinn, the fucking Joker, doing way worst crime. Yet somehow i’m too distracting?!?!” you tried to get your hand back, when you noticed something on your arm, “Did you fucking inject me with something?”

Batman let go of your hand, before leaning slightly on the wall,

“It’s a magic potion, once you agree to stay by my side the effect will take action. You won't be able to leave me,”

“First, thats fucked up, second i’m going to agree to that, because?”

Batman walk toward you,

“I have my way,”

He leaned down, his body towering over you and lift his hand, you closed your eye and backed up to the wall.

Suddenly you felt your clothing ripped off of you. You opened your eyes quickly, seeing you were completely naked. Seeing the way he was looking at you, something dawned on you.

“Do you fucking li-”

You were cut off as he lifted your face to kiss you roughly. Slipping his tongue into you and stealing your supply of oxygen, as his rough hand groped your body.

Your body trembles as the callus on his hand scrapes against your body. You tried to bite down on his tongue, but sensing your intention he gripped your throat with one hand. Rending you unable to do anything as he does what he wants with you, the saliva you're unable to swallow dripping down your chin.

You started to black out as you ran out of oxygen, Batman let go and you quickly gasped for air as you wrapped your hand around your throat. You can tell that's gonna leave a nasty bruise later.

Without waiting for you to regain your posture, he lifted you up and slammed your back onto the wall, before pushing your legs onto the wall.

“Motherfu-” your swear was turned into a scream, when he slammed into you with no warning.

Without waiting for you to adjust to his size, he started thrusting in and out of you. He shoved his fingers into your mouth, muffling your scream as he played with your tongue.

You bit down on his fingers. Trying to bring him at least a little pain, as tears poured down your face.

Not even fazed, he shoved his fingers down your throat and you gagged as your throat constricted around his fingers, trying to push it out.

He bite down on your collarbone leaving a bleeding mark, before licking the blood away. You scratched at his armor, as you were continuously brought to orgasm.

Removing his fingers, he whispered into your ears,

“Do you agree to stay by my side?”

“F-Fuck you, ah!” you muttered out, before you was brought to another high as he hit your sweet spot,

“It’s okay, we have time, time to wait for you to agree,“ he said as he mercilessly pushed down on the belly bulge,

You wailed as you felt his member rubbing against your belly from the inside.

“I-i’m gonna fu- ha… fucking die, uugh,”

“I think you can take more,” Batman said before grunting and cumming inside you,

Filling your womb up with so much cum that your stomach bloated.

Your eye rolled to the back of your head, as your brain was fucked blank. Your juice and his cummed mixed and dripping down from the place you guys were connected, before being turn to froth from the speed he was fucking you.

Everytime you were gonna pass out, he forced you to stay awake and ask you if you were gonna agree to stay. Each time you grit your teeth saying no, in response he change your position and fucked into you deeper.

 After a day or 2 he asked again, your body trembled in pain as you were forced to cummed again, now more pain then pleasure. Just wanting it to stop, you sobbed as you said yes. A golden symboled burned into you and Batman's body as the contract was made, binding you to him.

Satisfied he cummed on you one last time, before putting you down on the bed.

You stared blankly at the ceiling, you looked at Batman's unruffled appearance. The only evidence of the fuckfest from the last few day, was the cum and your juice on his armor. A contrast to your cum covered body, anger you struggled to get up and pulled down his mask.

Not bothering to stopped you, you succeeded and looked into the dark eyes of Bruce fucking Wayne.

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He watched as you run across the street, a sack of money in your hand. Cheering for your successful robbery, before turning down an ally and leaving bits of money on peoples windows. Enough to feed them, but not enough for them to become a target.

You were different. A ray of light in the gloomy Gotham.

His eye darken as he played with the potion in his hand, he has to protect you, no matter what, and he have just the plan.

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #batman #batman x reader

[bigwishes]

Thank you for all the wishes granted!

May I ask you one too?

I’m a 30 white collar guy from Rome, Italy. I’d love to end us a brute, bald, hirsute, muscle bear and blue collar worker.

I’m so tired of this life, it would be a great restart.

Thank you in advance!

Change in careers mate? simple as. but I think a 30 year old blue collar worker needs a bit more than just to become big and beefy, lets see if you can get a reward for all that hard work.

It was early in the morning, the alarm at the other end of your room on the dresser was blaring. Getting up to turn it off you see 5am displayed on the front. Sure you were used to getting up early for work, but never 5am early?

Scratching your face in confusion you were met with a big scratchy beard. Taken back, you start to feel up your body in the dark. You felt massive and the weight of both realisation and your new size set in. The cherry on top was feeling your scalp to find nothing but a struggling receding hair line. You ran to your bathroom, bumping your shoulder on the door frame still completely unaware of how much space you actually took up. You quickly turned on the light and were greeted with the reflection of a massive muscled bear.

A mixture of hair, muscle and fat coated your entire body. You took photo after photo for a dating profile, surely there would be a ridiculous number of guys who'd want to get under a body like this. Shoving a hand down your pants you felt the size of your hefty new manhood but before you could start to get to know the new you a message appeared on your phone.

From: Boss Man You better fuckin be awake today I don't want to be bashin on your door and wake up Mickie. I'll be there in 10.

Mickie? who the fuck is Mickie? you thought to yourself

but there wasn't any time for that, you knew your new boss was going to be out the front of your place in a few minutes and you had to get ready. You raced around the house, enjoying how your ned weight felt hitting the floor, and definitely enjoyed how tight and awkward it was to dress yourself. Hearing a car pull up in your drive way you rushed out the door completely missing the small carry cooler on the bench as your left. In your drive way was a older looking work truck with building supplies in the back. An older looking man sat in the front. You'd never met the man before but some how knew it was your new boss. Climbing in the truck you were greeted by the crass voice of the old man.

"Looks like the fucking Gorilla got up on time today"

"You know me boss, I need my beauty sleep" The words just seemed to naturally slip out without thinking

The old man chuckled.

"Hope the sound of the old girl didn't stir Mickie, tell him that after Friday this job will be done and he can go back to dropping you at the compound on his way to work"

"Will do boss" you say, still having no clue who Mickie was

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You'd been working for the better half of the day and were already exhausted when the Idea to get a pic of you in your work clothes hit you. "who wouldn't want to see a bear in uniform?" you thought to yourself snapping a pic. You tried to find grinder or tinder in the app store but they wouldn't download no matter how many times your meaty paw slapped the screen.

another message appeared on your phone.

From: Mickie you left your fucking cooler on the bench AGAIN you fucking oaf 😠

Completely baffled by who was messaging you, you ignored the text.

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8pm at night and you were finally home, the boss made you stay late. You thought it would be fun to really work the body and get the blue collar experience but you were just left exhausted.

"alright, take tomorrow off lad, you earned it, and tell Mickie I say hi" A layer of sincerity was hidden in the old man's callus voice.

The truck drove off as you hauled your body to your house with the energy left. All you wanted to do was sleep after that shift. Walking inside the door was unlocked and lights were on in your house. Confused you began looking around but when you walked past your bedroom you were greeted with a warm voice.

"Good day at work babe?"

Looking through the door way you saw a gorgeous man lying on your bed. Memories from the past 10 years hit you like a truck, 4 years of dating and 6 years of the happiest marriage imaginable, It was Mickie, Your Mickie.

You had memories of sleeping with him, and knew what he expected in bed but you, this you, in this reality had never been with him. You rushed to the bed. Putting a knee up on the bed you excitedly undid your belt and began to pull off your pants.

"what the fuck are you doing" he laughed

"I'm gonna love my husband as a man should love his husband!"

"Oh hell no! last time you tried to have sex with me right after work you got sweat, brick dust and insulation all through my clean bed! go take a fucking shower then we will talk about"

You stomp off to the bathroom, struggling to take your shirt off around your massive frame.

"Stop fuckin stomping around you grumpy gorilla, its just a shower!"

A smile cracks across your face hearing his mixture of laugh yelling, as the old you starts to fade and new memories take over. Fully settling into your new life.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #reality change #male tf #gay transformation #tf story

[claudeng80]

Private Practice

Obiyuki do-si-do, day 1

Canon divergence: Shirayuki gets a job at the town apothecary in Wistal and never goes to work at the castle.

full story on AO3

The torch grinds against the stones, spitting pitch and sparks in her ear. “Stop running,” Mihaya snarls, his voice entwining with the hiss of the flames. “You’ll be taken good care of! Just cooperate.”

Shirayuki curls her fingers into fists, hidden behind her back. She wants so badly to change his mind, but he’s made it clear that her desires don’t matter to him. She didn’t let the prince of Tanbarun decide her fate, and she’s not about to let some stranger in Clarines do it either, whatever it takes. She’s failed to outrun him, she’s failed to out-think him, but if it’s all she has left, she will do her best to fight.

With a gasp, Mihaya lurches away from her, his torch tumbling end over end to lie abandoned at her feet. Shadows dance madly against the wall as Zen leans in, eyes sky-blue and confident. “Hey there, Shirayuki,” he says. Her heart pounds in her ears, too much for her even to answer.

Zen takes charge of everything, and as much as she appreciates it, as relieved as she is to be hiking down the mountain toward Wistal and not dragged off into the unknown, she can’t help but notice how calm he is. It’s as though this is no surprise to him, like it happens all the time-

She doubts she wants her path to run so close to the palace, if it comes with risks like this.

The smell of the apothecary’s shop brings tears to Shirayuki’s eyes. The bouquet of herbal notes fills her nose, spiced with the tang of antiseptic, and she remembers all too well the night she took down the bell from her own shop’s door, no more than a few weeks ago. Back in Tanbarun it may still be there waiting, the taint of mold overtaking the clean dry smell as nobody airs out the rooms and maintains the drawers. Tears threaten, but she won’t let them fall. It’s a chapter of her life she’s put behind her, now. She was never truly qualified, anyway.

At the far end of the counter a boy, not even into his teens, peers into a box of herbs. He wafts the smell toward his face with a practiced motion, then crushes a leaf and inspects the dust on his fingers. The white-coated man behind the counter, presumably the apothecary himself, waits breathlessly for the verdict.

The boy nods, and the man’s relief is palpable. “I’ll have your order delivered to the palace today, “ the apothecary says. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you, as always. Please send my regards to the Chief Pharmacist.”

The boy’s shoulders hunch at the apothecary’s obsequiousness. Without meeting anyone’s eyes, he chokes out a “Thank you,” and drives for the door as though he can’t stand another second indoors. Shirayuki holds the door for him, and he marches through without acknowledgment.

The bell jingles once more as the door swings shut, and Shirayuki is the only customer left in the shop. “Can I help you?” the apothecary calls out, and she hesitates. But one never gets anywhere without taking a first step forward. “I’m not here to buy anything,” she says, standing straight at the counter. “But are you looking for any new employees? I have experience gathering and preserving herbs, and some in compounding medicines.” She rubs at the heel of her hand, the callus where she held the hub of her grinding wheel suddenly itchy.

The apothecary eyes her suspiciously, his eyes flickering down to track the motion, and she tries not to wither under his gaze. “I ran a local pharmacy in Tanbarun,” she adds, pushing back against the doubt trying to seep in. “It was never as grand as this, but it was there for everyone who needed it. It made a difference.”

That’s what she misses, what she needs- if she isn’t helping people, what’s the point? She stands firm, waiting for the apothecary’s response, and reminds herself that nobody he could hire would be more qualified than she is.

“Yes, I think we might actually have a place,” he says at long last, and she takes one step forward. One step closer to where she’s meant to be.

Continue with chapter 1

#akagami no shirayukihime #obiyuki #obiyukidosido

[the-fiction-witch]

Serenaded

Media Nowhere Boy

Character Paul

Couple Paul X Reader

Rating Smutty!

I lay in bed, a wide smile across my lips. 

My body lay on the squeaky old mattress, the springs rough and slightly spikey, the soft cotton sheets layered and cradled around my warm bare body. The soft pillow laid under my head with the cotton cover over it red plaid the same as the duvet cover but that was mostly covered by the grey blanket. The room was set up as always with most of the faded wallpaper covered with posters and magazine cutouts of guitars and songmen, and various people of note that... I'll be honest I didn't know by their faces but I'm sure I would if I heard them, and then on top of those where notes and papers, lyrics and cords that I'm not sure I'd ever understand all written on ripped mismatched paper, some with lines, some with girds, some with flower boarders, but all with the same handwriting having scribbled away the notes needed and a colourful push pin forcing it in place.  Clothing littered the wooden floor and the old faded rug my own and his mixed in a medley of cotton, silk and wool. The Ceiling above me had a sweet scallop pattern to it letting shadows dance around it. The door to my side locked up tight for the evening and I knew a signal had been put on the outside, a do not disturb for those in the know, The window at the end of the room let light flood in, the early morning sun still an orange flow not yet enough to force the sun through the clouds, with the curtains blocking a fair bit but not all of it. The curtains blocked by the body of a figure sat at the little metal stool for the desk, his movements causing the dancing shadows of the room. The ticking of the bedside clock and the water moving in the pipes of the house sounded as inconsequential as the plucking, plinking and strumming of the guitar strings that came from the foot of the bed. 

I smiled as I turned a little clutching at the sheets to keep my body concealed as I looked at him, 

He sat there barefoot his feet on the rug, wearing only a pair of cotton boxers long enough they reached his knees lose around him with three or so buttons down the front, his trade mark guitar in hand his bare chest pressed to it as he cradled it in his arms, for a moment I was almost jealous to see how he held it, how he stroked it, how he pushed himself against it without a need to conceal himself, but I knew how foolish such a thought was. His callus fingers worked on the strings to make the gentle sounds, his face closed as he listened in, his eyes barely even fully open, his hair in its usual parting and slight quiff but messy from being in bed as well as the marks in his hair where he had greased it yesterday not removed it before bed and I, of course, had ran my hands through it almost leaving him with tracks in his hair from my nails. 

I giggled, a little as this beautiful song I was listening to him play... 

It occurred to me...

He was tuning the damn thing. 

He heard my giggle and looked up almost like he forgot I was there and a smile broke across his lips.

"Hiya Love."

"Hi, Paul," 

"You sleep alright?"

"Mhm..."

"Good," He smiled and he blew me a kiss across the room, so I blew him one in return. 

"why am I such a lucky girl?"

"Humm?"

"Why is it I get you to sit a the foot of the bed and serenade me a sweet song as I wake."

"Serenade?" he chuckled, 

"Mhm..."

"Because I love ya," he shrugged, 

"I love you too," I giggled, "But still, why do I get serenaded?"

"You like being serenaded?"

"I do,"

"Then that's why Love." 

"Will you play me a song?"

"Oh? Of course." He smiled, "What would my lady like to hear this morning?"

"Anything you like," 

He smiled and began to softly play a sweet song, his foot tapping along like his personal metronome, his fingers moving artistically and skillfully down and across the threat board strings, to create the sounds that sounded almost LP perfect. It only made my heart freeze up listening to him play for a good while, and I softly sang along with the song for him. 

Until the song was over, "You sing so beautifully,"

"I do?"

"You do, You could be a headliner with that voice and a standing Mic you know that." he smiled crossing his arms over the guitar and leaning his chin on his arms, 

"So could you, with just a mic, and your guitar."

"You flatter me Love."

"I mean it,"

"I know you do, so do I."

"I'm not a singer, and I don't wanna be."

"No?"

"No."

"Alright, if that's what you want love," he said, "But... One day you have to promise me, you'll let me write a song, I'll play, you sing, and you let me record it."

"Knowone will listen to me-"

"I will. That's all I want it for, just for us to sit and listen to. Even if no one else ever hears it." 

"You mean it?"

"Course I do,"

"I'd like that,"

"Alright, I promise. So long as you promise me something, Paul?"

"Ohh? Go on then."

"You'll serenade me waking up, from the foot of our bed every day."

He smiled, "You got a deal Y/n,"

I giggled opening my arms, he smiled and set his guitar down on its stand before he came and crawled into the bed looming over me and wrapping his arms around my waist, I stroked my own across his neck and into his hair pulling his lips down to mine, I happily kissed his sweet lips and he kissed my own with the same loving attentiveness as always, but as the kiss only intensified over time our grips on one another tightened and as any young people locked up in their rooms would, things turned... Intimate. 

My fingers knotted with his hair tugging on it slightly, stroking the soft skin of his neck, his hips rubbing on my own as his boxers tightened and his stiffness grew, his hands that had begun at my waist began to explore forcing the sheets away from us and wonder squeezing my ass and even fondling my breast as we kissed, till he pulled back a little. 

"I think I wanna be serenaded by you now love," He cooed rubbing his nose on my own,

"Ohh? I'm not sure I'll be able to serenade you as well as you serenade me." I giggled, 

"Ohh you'll serenade me perfectly love, I'm sure of it." he smirked as he moved down between my legs and began kissing my clit holding my thighs and stroking his callus fingers across my tender skin, 

"Ughhhh!" I moaned twisting my fingers in his hair fully aware I was about to be making an utter melody for him... 

#tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #nowhereboy #nowhere boy #paul smut #paul mccharmly #paul mccartney

[carleighalpha]

A Ghost From The Past

What if Soldier Boy made a stop before Crimson Countess. Someone who he had a real connection to.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1k

Imagine: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: Steamy & Smutty

“ He’s dead! They took him!” Crimson said as {Y/N} grabbed her by the fucking throat.

“ You lying bitch. I got knocked out and you tell me that the Russians carted him off dead!” {Y/N} growled as her eyes glowed that blood red color. Her fangs bared at the woman.

“ Let it go!” The TNT Twins yelled before {Y/N} growled and dropped Crimson.

“ I hope he isn’t dead. I swear if he’s alive, I’m coming for all of you.” {Y/N} growled at her team.

“ You loved him?” Mindstorm asked as {Y/N} looked at her team.

“ He actually cared about you. But, get it out of your head.” Crimson said before {Y/N} walked away from it all.

“ The day I come back, is the day you all die. I don’t age so you fucks be ready!” {Y/N} said as she growled at them. She shifted into her wolf-like state and ran off.

A knock at the door brought {Y/N} out of her high stupor.

“ This is private property. Get out or get fucked.” {Y/N} said as she drank her johnny walker. The knock persisted. {Y/N} growled before getting up and opening the door with eyes glowing. Her heart skipped a beat. Soldier Boy, Ben was standing in front of her.

“ Ben?” She asked as she lifted a hand to touch his face.

“ How much?” He asked as he came in.

“ What?” {Y/N} asked as he gripped her hand.

“ How much did they pay you? To have my ass to the Russians.” He said in a hateful way. {Y/N} growled before she pulled away.

“ You can’t ask me that!” {Y/N} yelled at him with anger and emotion in her voice. It made Ben stop in his tracks. He didn’t want to believe that she gave him away.

“ When I came back to the living world after getting hit. You were gone! They told me you died!” {Y/N} screamed as she gripped her arm. She quickly drank up some johnny before continuing. Ben looked surprised by this.

“ They told me they took you. I didn’t believe them. I told them if I found you alive that I’d kill them all.” {Y/N} said as Ben walked to her and embraced her. His dear friend was telling the truth.

“ I cried over you. I looked for so long. I’ve drunk myself into a drunken state. I’ve taken so many pills to sleep so I wouldn’t cry over you not being here.” {Y/N} said as Ben held her. He pulled away as he touched her cheek.

“ I need you.” {Y/N} whispered. Ben smirked and kissed her deeply. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“ God I missed you.” Ben whispered as he got her down on her bed. {Y/N} only had on a shirt, so he quickly was able to remove it and saw her beautiful body. He kissed it as he began to quickly work her with two of his fingers. The callus made {Y/N}’s inner core quiver and squirm. 

“ Oh Gods!” {Y/N} screamed as she came all over his hand. He went down and licked up every damn drop. He missed this. Sure Countess was a good playmate, but it never equaled her, his {Y/N}. His girl! He got up and removed his gear. 

“ Care to wet my dick?” Ben asked as {Y/N} smirked. She licked her lips before engulfing his cock in her mouth and letting it down her throat. Ben’s groans as he grips her hair in his hands. A little rough, but {Y/N} doesn’t mind. The wetness and heat doesn’t keep Ben from his orgasm, but he stops, quickly getting her sweet mouth off his cock.

“ Don’t want to spill my seed in your fucking throat.” Ben said as he smirked at his girl, her saliva dripping off her lip.

“ You know how I like you.” Ben said with a grin. {Y/N} smirked as she got on her hands and knees, her core was glistening with her juices and Ben couldn’t help but smile as he quickly inserted himself into her. {Y/N} moaned out loud as Ben quickly placed one hand on her throat and the other on her core. Her back was to his chest as he pounded into her.

“ Oh god!” {Y/N} moaned as the tightness around her throat, the heat of her core, was a driving force for him.

“ No god, just me.” Ben said as he tightened his grip before quickly moving it to her clit and quickly motioned it.

“ Oh fuck!” {Y/N} moaned out as the tightness was too great and she screamed as she felt the heat hit her like a set of bricks. Ben groaned out as his orgasm hit him like a set of bricks. The two of them had come together. His seed spilt deep within {Y/N}.

“ God, I missed you so damn much.” {Y/N} said as the two of them laid down. Ben pulled her close.

“ I never drop my guard, only you are the one I will drop it for.” Ben said as {Y/N} grabbed a joint from her bedside and lit up.

“ You drink and smoke. My god damn.” Ben said as {Y/N} smiled as she inhaled deeply. {Y/N} exhaled and handed the joint over. Ben smirked and inhaled deeply.

“ I always wanted kids. You know that.” Ben said as {Y/N} laid her head on his chest.

“ I know, I always pictured us having some.” {Y/N} said as Ben smirked.

“ After they die. Let's run. No one has to know.” Ben said as {Y/N} nodded.

“ I’ve got nothing left to lose.” {Y/N} said as Ben smirked and kissed her. {Y/N} got on top and gave him the ride of his life. The sweat, the feelings, all of it was worth it for Ben to have someone help him kill off the rest of his team. And maybe one day with her, he could have the family he has always wanted.

#The Boys #The Boys Amazon #The Boys Smut #Soldier Boy #Soldier Boy Smut #The Boys Season Three

[ofhowlingxs]

[ matthew daddario | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome AUGUST DAUGHTRY to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 30/487 year old VAMPIRE, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be CALLUS, but that’s all a façade to cover up their CONVINCING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to JUST A MAN by JORGE RIVERA-HERRANS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. ( layla, 27, est, she/her )

Basics .

Name: Augustus “August” Simon Daughtry.

Age: 30/487

Pronouns: He/him

Birthdate: September 29th

Zodiac: Libra

Hair: Black

Eyes: Hazel

Personality .

August is known to be quite the influence of chaotic, and quiet. He enjoys the influence he has on others, and tends to sway in the direction of whatever is fitting for his benefit at the time. Incoherently selfish, he finds the allure to power to be one of his main advantages in life, but often gets lost in it, as well. he'd spent many of his early years as a vampire abused, causing him to be closed off to those with good intentions, as he doesn't quite believe in them. Cowardly, he is willing to save himself first beyond anyone else, anything else was lost a long time ago. He never wants to feel that weak or afraid again.

History.

Augustus Daughtry, born in a small village outside of England in the late 1400's. It was a quaint life, nothing he can remember much of anymore. His life truly began when he turned. At the age of thirty, soon to be married and waiting for his life to begin. Their village sold to the city, and he would often make trips back and forth, taking him days at a time. It happened so quickly, he'd been nearly on his way back, when the smell of blood filled his senses and iron tasted on his tongue. It wasn't painful, at least not that part. Before being turned, he was beaten and left for dead-- until he wasn't.

the man that had turned him was wealthy, beyond compare. Ruthless. Evil, down to the root of the word. He'd taken August from his quaint life, as a young vampire he'd keep him locked up- blood hungry and willing to do anything for the thirst. He'd spend the next three hundred years, enslaved to the darkness. He wasn't alone in this, as his sire made sport of turning pretty faces, so that they could lure food back into his palace. Whether they used sex, the promise of a better life, or marriage- it was all the same. Augustus was known to use his charms to lure others back, against his will, but fear kept him from running. He lost count at the lives that were taken, until they were just endless numbers. Faces. His sire would take the blood for himself, ensuring he was stronger than those he'd kept chained within in his presence, feeding them scraps of rats from the allies-- most nights gaining pleasure from watching them fight over it.

In the middle of the night, they were awoken by the smell of flames. Hunters tracking down their missing people, after countless had gone unheard of. They'd kill the man that held them prisoner, and while they went for the others, Augustus was one of the few to escape. He'd spend the next several years, learning what it meant to have freedom. He'd lived in the shadows for so long, he'd grown accustomed to the darkness. Hungry for the power his sire had- and losing his humanity in the torment of it all. In 1864 he'd happened upon Mystic Falls, where he would spend the next few years of his life. Crossing paths with Katherine, and falling victim to the surge of vampires that were locked inside the tomb. His freedom, once again lost, until the Salvatore brothers reopened it. Afterwards, he ran-- again. Ending up in New Orleans was for pure pleasure, searching for a witch that could give him the ability to walk in the daylight.

#exitium.intro #intros. #but when does a comet become a meteor? || august daughtry

[sullustangin]

Callous

Fandom: SWTOR

Rating: PG

Pairing:  Theron Shan x Smuggler

Time:  sometime after Chapter 12 of KotFE

Word Count: 713

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A/N:  Callous can be an adjective or a variant of Callus -- I decided to take the latter. 

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“Last round,” Eva said as she checked her new gas cartridge one more time.  Sundown was soon, and their time at the shooting range was almost up.

Theron nodded distractedly as he used one of his slicing pliers to gently adjust the new prismatic crystal in his mainhand blaster.  

Eva practiced her quickdraw with her off-hand blaster one last time.

Ugh.  

She must have made a face, maybe even a noise.  Theron’s hands stopped their careful work, and his eyes fell upon her.  “You ok over there?”

“I’m happy to say it’s not me.”  Eva sat herself on the edge of the long barrier that delineated the firing line from the rest of the range.  She placed the offending blaster in front of her and waited for it to cool off.  

By that point, Theron had pocketed the pliers, replaced the cover on the crystal encasement, and re-holstered his blaster.  “What’s the problem?” he asked as he came to stand next to her.

“New gas cartridge – trying to get the pistol as light as possible, since I’m back to main-handing on the right.” Eva pointed at the underside the still-hot blaster. “Balance is off.  Seems not to be sitting properly, even though it’s locked in perfectly.”

Theron turned the business end of the blaster toward the target downrange and then tipped the grip to get a better look at it with his left hand.  “Saw you looking at that competition holo-poster on Fleet.”  He looked at her, all warmth.  “You going to take a crack at it?”

“Maybe not a third of a second like I used to be – but yeah, I’d like to see where I’m at these days,” she replied, a smile creeping onto her face.  She was trying to get back to normal – as normal as she could be, given the context.  “EC is already back on the pazaak tables – quickdraw circuit will be next.”

“Ambitious as ever.” Theron pressed a hasty kiss to her forehead, then before she could stop him, he grabbed the still-hot barrel with his right hand and gave it a good, hard twist back into the gas cartridge.

“Theron!”  Eva reached for his arms, but stopped herself – she might make it worse.  “You’re gonna burn yourself --.”

With a dismissive “pft,” Theron released the barrel, then spun the blaster around on his left hand. He frowned, grabbed the barrel again, another twist. Then he spun the blaster by its trigger guard around so the grip faced her.  “Try it.”

Eva took the blaster, but instead of testing it, she immediately holstered it. “Gimme that hand.” She reached for him –

He let her win –

Eva found herself inspecting a mess of callouses with one or two layers of skin peeling off.  She ran her long, thin fingers around the skin, a few pieces of still-soft flesh in between the massive patches across his palm and along each finger.  “Does it hurt at all?” she asked.

“No more than when you fish your tea bag out with your bare fingers,” he teased her.

Minus the peeling layers, it seemed that Theron’s callouses had saved him from a brief trip to medical. “You got lucky,” she said to him, even as her fingers continued to explore his hand. “Stars, these are dense.”

“Twenty or so years of slicing and shooting – and not even stopping when the blisters came.”  Theron gently grabbed her free hand with his.  “Hmph.”

“Yeah, I’ve got ‘em too,” Eva murmured to him.  “I just knew when to quit.”

“And how to take care of yourself.”  His rougher, larger hand somehow still managed to delicately run itself over her palm and fingers, the more subtle thickening of skin evident with just a little bit of pressure.  

“That an invitation for me to take care of you?”

“It can be.”

Their hands entwined, and Eva could feel where their callouses matched up, where they didn’t… how rough his hands could be at the wrong angle, but in all honesty:  “It’s funny how I don’t notice them most of the time.”  

“I’m a lot more careful with you than I am with a slice kit or a blaster,” he said, lips grazing her hairline.  “Come on. Test that blaster, then we can call it a night.”

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@fluffyfebruary

@bluephoenix1347 @ermingarden @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @starlightcleric @ayresis

#swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor