#if I made any spelling mistakes i will crawl into a hole

[thunderc1an]

the innocent son 

#warriors #warrior cats #thunderclan #alderheart #squirrelflight #Leafpool #tw mention of abuse #tw mentions of domestic abuse #if I made any spelling mistakes i will crawl into a hole #this is based off of an alder post I made in 2021 #I've been meaning to make a comic out of it #do I like how it came out??? uhhhhhhh #eh????? #I do have the flu so... yay #hahaha hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your day!! #my comic

[scholastic-dragon]

Okay, so I couldn’t decide which one so I’m giving you two and you can choose whichever one inspires you most. (And no worries if neither one does)

Rise!Donnie-An accidental kiss

Bay!Raph-Kissing as a distraction

Thanks babe!! 😘

You are one of my favorite people, yes of course <3

This is also my first time writing for Rise!Donnie, and it was really fun!

Speaking of Donnie and Reader are ADULTS (like early to mid 20's) please don't throw hissed fits, no ones a minor here

Anywho

Rise!Donnie x Gn!reader

Look Up

Warnings: Donnie being a dumb dumb, friends to lovers, little turtle smootch, feelings, confessing, spelling mistakes,

Donnie rarely asked for help.

Especially when it came to his inventions. They were "his children" as he so eloquently put it.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he asked you to help him in his lab.

Thankfully, it had nothing to do with math or the stupidly long equation written on his chalkboard, but the underground vent system in the lab.

When you arrived at his lab, two large floor panels had been taken out and leaned against the adjacent wall. Leaving a large square in the floor where Donnie was currently working.

You could hear the drill as you got closer. Donnie's purple head, just peaking out over the metal rim.

"Hey, Don!" You yelled over the noise. The drill stopped as he glanced up, goggles down, a large grin appearing when he saw it was you.

"Y/n, perfect timing, I'm just about ready for the ventilation system," He lifted the goggles just above his eyes, wiping dirt and dust off his face.

"Geez, how'd that thing get so dirty?" You crouch down, leaning over the hole and seeing large pipes that he was currently balanced on.

"Raph and Leo took SHELLDON to extreme Frisbee, and he tracked in about 30 pounds of just dirt and sand," He groaned. He hated his workspace dirty, but sand, dirt, and dust were the worst.

"Ugh, it's everywhere," You fanned the air as another cloud puffed out from the vent under Donnie's leg. "I see why you need to clean it,"

Donnie reached up, setting the drill next to your leg and pulling his mask up, spitting and wiping at his face. "Ugh, it's in my mouth,"

You tried to hide the smile that crawled on your face, he was so handsome and didn't even know it.

"Right, so what do you need my help with?" You put your hands on your hips, glancing around.

"Drag that toolbox over toward you and hand me tools as I need them," Pulling down his mask and goggles, Donnie hunkered down, and pulled open a small control panel.

You got the toolbox and waited for him. It was a slow process, the engineering was very specific incase a toxin or chemical got released.

The system was supposed to suck out any bad chemicals and move them through the sewers to an abandoned factory where it could be dissolved and dispersed without harming anyone.

But the system wouldn't work with dirt and cobwebs stuck in the gears.

Donnie would call out the tool he needed and hold out his hand, not even looking up. Your fingers brushed against his as you placed it in his palm.

This gave you a chance to admire him, he had strong shoulders and muscular arms that looked delicious as he tried to take out a rusting bolt.

Feelings your knees start to ache, you turned to lay on your stomach, resting on your elbows and looking down at him.

You both chatted calmly, this is how it always was. You could talk about everything with each other, even if you knew he didn't care about the traffic on your way to work or how you had no idea what half the words he said were.

You both just clicked. And recently you'd gone and messed it up by falling in love with him.

It's impossible not to. He was funny and charming, and looked fantastic in leather pants.

But he'd never responded to your flirting, never made any moves, despite the obvious openings you gave him.

"Could you pass me the..." He started, setting down the wrench and clicking his tounge. "...screwdriver, please?" He seemed unsure, humming to himself as he inspected the rusted metal in front of him.

"Which one?" You look over at the toolbox, seeing several different shapes and sizes.

"Green handle,"

"There are five with green handles," You rested your chin on your hands, and he still hadn't looked up at you, keeping his head ducked down.

"Long and skinny," He pulled off a small metal plate, unplugging two blue wires.

"Slot or Phillipshead?"

He groaned, his patience getting thin. "It's the-" He rose up very fast, not expecting you to be hanging over the edge of the hole.

In a move that only fate could pull, Donnie lips met yours. Being on your stomach prevented you from quickly moving away, but did you really want to?

Donnie stared wide-eyed at you before jerking away, taking a clumsy step back, needing to grab the edge of the square for support.

"Y/n....I am...." He turned bright red, shaking his head and not meeting your eyes. "I am so sorry, I didn't know that you were right there," He put his finger to his lips, as if your touch was still lingering.

"It's alright," You gave a little laugh, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the deep blush on your face. "No harm done,"

Donnie sighed deeply, throwing his goggles off his head, skidding across the floor. "Oh, I can't do this," He rubbed his palms up his face, covering eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

"Can't do what?" You hated how worried you sounded.

"I can't keep acting like this, I thought it was simple infatuation. You're beautiful, no denying that, but I figured everyone else felt the same, but no. The nerves, the fidgeting, and countless dreams I have of you all lead to one thing." He rambled, laughing as if he finally solved an advanced equation thats been stuck in his head.

"What're you saying, Donnie?" Your heart had stopped, you were sure of it. Your lungs felt tight, your eyes wide as you watched the turtle before you.

"I've fallen in love with you," He chuckled, shaking his head as if he never thought that was a possibility.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," His eyes lifted to meet yours.

"On all accounts it is," Donnie shrugged, looking away. "There's about a 30% chance you like me back, another 26.3% chance you'll be alright with a non-normal relationship like this, and if you don't return my feelings then by all accounts our friendship is ruined,"

"You think there's only a 30% chance that I like you?"

He looked up again. "Well, yes, given the data I've taken and your responses to my flirting-"

"Flirting?!" You laugh, rubbing your temples. "What flirting, Donnie? I've been in love with you for months and have given you several opportunities to see that I like you and you didn't notice!"

"What? No, you haven't!" He argued, crossing his arms.

"Why do you think I always ask you to walk me home after movie night?" You sigh.

"Beacuse you're afraid of getting mugged?"

"And the reason why I sit on the windowsill and talk to you for another 30 minutes even though it's freezing?"

You see the gears turning in his head, his brain processing every moment the two of you have ever shared.

You see the moment it clicks, the light bulb flashing overhead. He sighs, dropping his head into his hands.

You chuckled softly. "~told you so~"

"So...." Donnie cleared his throat, face turning red again. "What do we do now?"

"Well, the way I see it, you can either ask me out or kiss me again," you smile, seeing him gulp.

"Can't I do both?"

"I don't see why not,"

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @happymoonangel @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @tmnt-tychou @sketch-and-write-lover @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

#hes so dumb <3 #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!donnie #rise!donnie x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #it is my works #turtlebabe83 #thanks for the ask!

[1lee-lee1]

Lonely

Sub! Dazai x GN! Reader

Pairings: Sub! Dazai x GN! Reader

Content and warnings: Smut, masterbating, drool, finger sucking, fingering, gender neutral reader, sub Dazai?

Word count: 579

The sun was setting, and it was starting to get dark. You had been away on a business trip for your work for about 4 days. Dazai sat on y’all’s shared bed, bored and craving your touch. Since, Dazai was bored this lead him to where he is currently at now naked, and stroking his cock to the thought of you.

Dazai laid sprawled out on your shared bed with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it slowly. “Ohh~~ ngh~” Dazai moaned and whined. Poor Dazai couldn’t wait till you got back home to help him, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He then started to gradually pick up the pace and stroked his cock even faster and harder.

Your business trip ended earlier than you expected, and you were now using your keys to unlock your apartment. You were going to call Dazai on your way back but figured you would just surprise him instead. As you were walking in your apartment, you took off your coat and shoes and made your way to your shared bedroom where you figured Dazai was probably at, at the moment.

When you started to approach your bedroom, you could hear a noise that kept getting louder and louder as you got closer. It sounded like someone was moaning. This made you scared because you thought maybe Dazai was cheating on you with someone else. You quickly slammed the door open to reveal a drooling Dazai lazily stroking his cock with cum on the sheets and his belly.

“Y-Y/N y-your back h-h-home alreadyy” Dazai moans as he looked away, embarrassed because he couldn’t stop stroking his cock since he was just so close to cumming again, and he didn’t want to stop. “Aw my poor baby would you like help?” You asked Dazai. “Y-Yes” Dazai replied. You quickly undressed and walked over to him. You climb on top of Dazai and start to kiss him passionately. Dazai started to moan as you went down his neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. Slowly you trailed all the way down to where his cock was.

You moved away from Dazai and held two fingers to his face, signaling him to suck them. After about a minute of letting Dazai suck your fingers, you pulled them away and brought them down to your hole to prepare yourself to ride Dazai. You slide your fingers in and out of yourself till you finally decided you were ready for Dazai’s cock. You take your fingers out and crawl back over to Dazai who was holding himself back, so he didn’t just pounce on you. Quickly, you crawl on top of Dazai and slide down on him. “OhhHhhH” Dazai whined while squirming around when you slid down on him. He could feel your walls squeezing the life out of his cock.

You stayed still, trying to adjust to his thick cock. About 3 minutes passes, and you slowly start moving up and down, which makes you and Dazai both moan. You start to get faster and faster while riding Dazai till you’re both on the edge. “I-I’m c-close oHhhHhh~” Dazai whines. “Cum for me baby, come on be good and cum” you say. All of a sudden Dazai’s body shakes, and he moans while he cums inside you. After humping his cock, riding him through his orgasm you cum right after. You’re sweaty body’s both then collide with each other as you fall asleep on top of Dazai.

Thank you for reading <3

(Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

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[barbex]

Happy Friday to you <3 I would love to see: “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

For Anders and Hawke if you feel like writing this <3 Have fun <3

Thank you for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting. I hope you don't mind that I used your awesome prompt for a little fenhanders ficlet.

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Years of experience save his ass once again. The sound of armor clanging, and boots stomping, he would hear that over anything. But what made him jump into action, his feet on the ground before his mind has even caught up, is the sound of voices muffled under templar helmets. Hawke always calls them bucket heads, and the hollow sound is fitting for that. 

Anders crawls through the small hole he dug through the wall a year ago, when Hawke gave him the key to his basement. That's the path he's taking now, through the rubble that conveniently looks like a broken building from the outside. The tunnel is narrow and dark, but he doesn't dare to light the way with a magelight. The hollow voices are still too close. He doesn't even dare to breathe. So close. 

"He has to be here."

"Maybe someone warned him?"

"These people, protecting a mage. A mistake by the Maker."

"It is our duty to protect them from themselves. The refugees down her don't understand that."

"Fereldans, pff."

"Dog fuckers, all of them."

"Templars!" Even through the helmet, this voice exudes authority. Armor creaks as several men and women adjust their positions. "Let's search the place."

Anders nearly snorts. Search, right. More like breaking everything they can see through the eye-slits of their helmets. The sound of wood and glass breaking has him sigh as he mentally calculates how much all these potion bottles cost him, not to mention the ingredients he had to collect and buy. But at least he can move now without fearing to draw attention to himself by any noise he makes as he crawls through the debris. 

At last, he can stand up again, facing the door to Hawke's basement. He waits for his breathing to calm down. Does he hate dark and narrow places? For sure. Does he have to endure it? Yes. There's always a price to pay for safety. 

He channels his magic into his hand to open the door. It works on the second try, his hand shakes to much to channel the spell precisely. Finally, he steps into the cellar, closes the door behind him, and lets several magelights float from his hand to bathe the room in pale, violet light. He lets out a breath, long and slow, breathes in and out again, slowing his heartbeat. 

The magelights bop along the ceiling in front of him as he winds through the dusty shelves. On the other side, steps lead him up the other door, letting him out into main hall of Hawke's mansion. Here, he can finally relax, letting the tension fall from his shoulders. 

The massive shape of Muffin, Hawke's mabari greets him with a gentle shove against his leg. He pets his head, and steps over to the fireplace, holding his hands to the warmth of the glowing logs. When he sits down, Muffin comes to his side and they both kind of lean against the other. The pressure of another warm body, even if it's just a drooling dog, is comforting.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knows is someone touching his face. With a gasp, he scrambles backwards, falling on his back, before he realises that it's Hawke. Muffin licks his face, trying to calm him in his typical way. "Alright, alright." He shoves the dog away from his face, gently. He means well.

Hawke helps him to sit up, his hand warm on the back of his neck. "Are you alright?" 

For a moment, Anders allows himself to drown in Hawke's dark eyes. The care, the warmth in them, for a moment he lives in the dream of Hawke always looking at him like that, only him. But it's only a dream. An annoyed huff from the door quickly pulls him out of the illusion. 

"When did you get here?" Fenris asks, frowning at him as he comes closer. He still wears his armor and weapon, like Hawke, Anders only notices now. There are blood spatters on both of them. 

"I got here... it was just after the ninth bell when I heard the templars."

"You crawled into the tunnel?" Hawke's hand is still on Anders' neck, gentle pressure to hold and support him. 

"Yes, just in time." Anders turns to Hawke, realising how very close he's sitting and quickly looks down to hide his blush. "Without the entrance to your basement..."

"I'm glad you came here," Hawke says. "I —" He glances at Fenris. "We won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with us."

"Thank you." Anders can't help but look at Fenris, trying to read his scowl. Fenris and Hawke have been inseparable for a while and it's common knowledge that he hates Anders, so he is probably less happy that Anders disturbs their evening. At least he doesn't look angry right now, more tired and he moves strangely. "What happened to you two? You look... are you hurt?"

Some kind of wordless conversation passes between Fenris and Hawke, and the elf places his sword on some furniture, takes off his gauntlets and shakes out his arms. He steps over to Anders and glares at him. "Get it over with."

Anders stares back, dumbfounded. "Get over with what?"

Fenris huffs. "Your magic."

Anders keeps staring. The situation feels like he has missed several pages in a story. Before he can say anything, Hawke gets up and steps over to Fenris. "Fen," he says with a slight smile. "I know you have a reputation to uphold, but I think we're past this by now, aren't we?"

With a sigh that sounds like the weight of the whole wide world rests on his shoulders, Fenris takes a step forward and looks at Anders. "I am hurt, please heal me."

It takes Anders several seconds to find his words again. "Heal you? With magic?"

"Yes." 

When Fenris keeps looking at him expectantly, he accepts that he heard him right and lets his magic flow into his hands, searching for injuries in Fenris. It's mostly just one cut on his arm, nothing too serious. He clears his throat. "You should take off your shirt, I'd like to see the lyrium lines as I heal the cut." 

There's only a short hesitation before Fenris takes off his jerkin and pulls his shirt over his head. He is breathtakingly beautiful, of course, nothing new on that front, and Anders has to wrestle down an attack of jealousy that Hawke gets to see this beauty so often.

Hawke steps behind Fenris, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his neck. Anders has to look away, just watching them is as if he can feel that kiss on his own neck. He loves getting kissed there. But there is nobody in his life to do that. 

Focussing on the injury on Fenris' arm, he ignores how beautiful they both look, standing so close, Hawke's hand resting on Fenris' hip, his shoulders rolled forward, looming over him like a protective shield. 

Fusing the tissue so that the lyrium lines connect correctly, he lets his magic flow as gently as possible. When he's done, he drops his arms and shakes out his hands. "All done. How did that happen?"

Hawke strokes over Fenris' newly healed arm, and then looks at Anders. "We heard about a templar raid in Darktown. A bunch of templars at your clinic thought we would help them look for a healer."

Fenris turns his piercing gaze onto Anders. "They thought wrong." 

Anders looks from one to the other. "What were you doing at my clinic?"

"Looking for you, mage," Fenris spits out.

"Why?" 

"Because they templars were obviously hunting you." Fenris glares at him and then turns away, stepping in front of the fireplace, and directs his glare towards the flames.

But you... you don't have to do that." Anders looks at Hawke. "Both of you, I can take care of myself, you don't have to drag Fenris into these things."

"It was Fenris who dragged me along," Hawke says, grinning. "Smacked my sandwich out of my hand and yelled at me to hurry up."

"Fenris?" 

Hawke puts his hands on his shoulders, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "He cares. Just like I do." 

Frozen like a statue, Anders can only stare at Hawke. Behind him, Fenris speaks, haltingly, as if the words are difficult to form. "You... are a friend. I will not... see you hurt." 

"But..." Anders wants to turn around when suddenly, Fenris is much closer than before, his arms wrapping around him from behind. In the next moment, soft lips press against his neck and his knees nearly buckle. 

"Well, well." Hawke grins at him, holding him up by his shoulders. "I tried to get him to use his words, but I guess this also gets the point across."

Anders fails to find the words he needs. "But... you are... the two of you..."

"And you," Fenris says softly. "If you want that."

"Me?" Now Anders turns around to look at Fenris. "You, Hawke, and me? You want that?"

Fenris looks up at him, looking more vulnerable than ever. "If you want it too."

Hawke comes between them, wrapping his massive arms around both their shoulders. "We would love to have you with us." He leans over, kissing Anders' temple. "Can you give us a chance?"

A smiles spreads on Anders' face. He looks at Fenris. "May I kiss you?"

Fenris steps closer. "You may." 

When their lips meet, Hawke pulls them closer, wrapping them into his warmth.

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[queenvidal]

No Means Yes

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 1: Blessing In Disguise

Chapter Summary: After receaving a severe injury during one of your usual scouting trips, you get tied down in Alexandria to recover. The rift between you and you father grows larger but you can barly focus on that when someone else is demanding your attention.

Wordcount: 2633

Era: Season 7 - Part 2 of the The One And Only Series -

Note: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

This is such a waste of time, you think to yourself as you look at the map in front of you. It’s already way past midnight and all you want to do is to catch some much needed sleep. Your group met up in your kitchen, fighting over where to go for the next runs and while you are the town's scout, your opinion seems to matter little to nothing to your father.

There is not enough food left for much longer, leaving the town's scavengers with the task of figuring out where to go next and to add some more pressure does the next run have to be a guaranteed success, or your people will either starve or someone will get a meet and greet with Lucille. 

After the talk you had with Negan, he gave your father two weeks to find enough food. But one week is already over and because of your failure two days ago there is almost nothing left, not in the pantry, not in the sewers. 

Rick is leaning above the kitchen table with his hands, his jaw tense in concentration. Daryl is nibbling at his thumb, Sasha and Rosita sitting at the table in silence and Michonne is pacing back and forth. 

A large map of Virginia is spread out across the table with several pin needles used as markers. You look at a red one that’s sticking out of Lexington. You’ve been there on your last trip. A passing herd of walkers forced you to crash in there for the night. While on the run from the walkers, careful not to get detected, you had no choice but to take shelter in a motel that was probably already run-down before the apocalypse. 

When you inspected the room you ran into, you noticed a hole in the floor and before you could react the complete floor gave in and you fell two stories down. After the dust settled, you crawled out of the rubble agonizingly slow, every fiber of your body hurt like hell. Your lungs burned with every breath you took and moving made you want to cry out in pain.

The fact that you survived the fall at all was nothing short but a miracle.

But you couldn't rejoice at your luck for long, attracted by the noise, the horde slowly moved towards the motel and you heard the moaning soon after you managed to pull yourself into a standing position. The two bags you had with you were still in the rubble, but once you leaned down to grab them the pain got overwhelming. The walkers got closer and eventually you climbed out of a window, groaning out in pain as you squeezed yourself through it and started running again a few streets back to your car, leaving the loot behind.

“No, that’s too dangerous.” Your father finally says from his side on the table, running a hand through his hair.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. “There are two already packed up bags. We just have to get in and grab them.”

“No.” He insists in a harsher tone this time. “You could have died, Y/N.”

“Yeah, so what? The floor already came down, it’s not like it will do that again.” 

“We’ll pick ‘em up.” Daryl quietly announces. “When we head for Richwood, it’s practically on the way, might as well go grab ‘em.”

Finally some progress! You look back at Daryl and suggest, “I can draw you a map, the window should be large enough for Sasha to fit through.”

“Sounds good to me,” the other woman says.

“Fine,” Rick agrees, though not whole-heartedly. “Now we have to make a plan for team C.”

You voted for walking among the dead again but was quickly shut down by Michonne. The groups are too weak for that and although you agree, you don’t see any other way around it, since every other suggestion of yours was denied. Still you try, “There is still Hanover in Pennsylvania.”

“No.” Rick quickly turns you down, leaning down on the table again. “That's too far out, we can’t be gone for that long.”

You shake your head in response, at this pace you guys will be still sitting here at sunrise. “It’s the only area I haven’t been to so far, Dad-”

“And that’s the problem.” He sighs. “We can’t drive out to other states if we don’t know what we are dealing with."

“But we do know what we're gonna deal with if we don’t move out soon,” you state divisively. Just because Negan took a liking in you, doesn’t mean he won’t go hard on you and your people if the once steady flow of supplies keeps dwindling. 

“I have to go with Y/N here, Rick.” Rosita breaks her silence. “We have scavenged pretty much every spot that was worth looking at.”

Daryl nods at a yellow pin in West Virginia, “When we went to Charleston, there were still places that were too overrun for us to look at, we could try that again.”

Michonne shakes her head, “We already said that we’re not fit enough to walk among.”

“You said that. I'm still down for it" You say with a wave of your hand. "It’s not like we have a choice really.” 

Michonne's eyes don’t even leave the map when she reminds you, “You are not down for anything for the next two months, Y/N.”

Another eye roll, at this point you wouldn't be surprised if they got stuck in the back of your head one day. But unfortunately Michone is right, you can barely sit straight. At first you thought you might got yourself some broken ribs but to your surprise it seems like you’ve only bruised them, but that doesn’t mean it doesn't hurt like fucking hell.

Rick pinches the bridge of his nose, the stress is clearly taking a toll on him. No food, you barely escaping certain death and now being one scavenger short due to your injuries. Negan's deadline is just the cherry on top. “How much is still in the sewers?”

“Nothing.” You almost whisper and everyone looks up to meet your eyes as if they misheard you. “We have enough food for about six more days, eleven if we cut down rations again.”

"Goddammit," Rick sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair again. 

“Y/N knows the area better than any of us.” Sasha points out softly. “We should at least consider her ideas, despite the possible dangers, Rick.”

You smile at that. It's so rare to hear a word of validation and it makes you happy every time with pride swelling in your chest. Finally Rick lets his hand drop to his side, looking back at the map again. “Okay, Y/N. We have team C and A, give us a direction.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The fresh winter cold is seeping through the closed windows of Alexandria's infirmary. As usual around this time you are at work, studying medical journals and books you found on your last scouting trip that wasn’t a total failure. 

The Saviors can be heard working outside but you pay them and their noise no mind. It’s been your fathers idea to keep you out of their sight and it was one of the rare occasions the two of you agreed on something. 

You didn’t tell anybody about Negan's talk about the food situation and of course not about the offer to become a Savior yourself. Somehow you had the feeling mentioning that to your father or to anyone else really would only cause more drama and you and the town really don’t need more of that.

But the offer never really left your head. Even though you have absolutely no desire in participating in their bloodlusting and brutal ways, it still feels good to at least have a plan B if you and the town fall out again. Everything would be better than being on your own again, while manageable it never was pleasant.

It should be wrong to even consider the offer, shouldn’t it? You saw the Saviors taking pleasure in hunting you and your friends down, killing you and you have been there at the clearing, you saw Ab and Glenn die. 

But you also saw Negan, the head of the Saviors no less, actually care about you, you wouldn’t have got the opportunity otherwise. You still remember how worried he looked when Michael attacked you and how pissed he was when he learned you were not eating. 

He could have killed you at the clearing but he didn’t. He could have let Michael finish you but he didn’t. He could have let your cut get infected but he didn't. He could have killed you for disobedience but he didn't. 

Instead, he offered you to join him.

Goddamn, Y/N, concentrate! The voice in your head admonishes you. You try to get your constantly wandering mind back to your task.

While reading about the cuff & collar technique, you’re subconsciously warming your hands on the cup in front of you. Carl brought you breakfast about half an hour ago, stale and tasteless oats soaked in hot water. The food quality declined steadily, with the Saviors always taking the best findings and with not enough supplies to hide, there is nothing good left for you and your people.

But you don’t complain. It may not be very tasty nor nutritious, but it will keep the hunger away and at this point, you are grateful for even still being able to eat at all. Though that doesn’t mean it comes easy to you. Afraid of eventually running out of food again, you still kept purposefully missing the food distribution in the mornings. Carl noticed, he always does and so he brought you your ration for the morning, said eating only in the evening on the wall during your guard shifts won’t be enough for you. And he was right. You took every nightshift for the last weeks, getting weaker and less concentrated with every passing day you skipped meals. 

You take a spoon full of oats and force them down with an audible glumb. Damn, you would kill for a burger right now. Suddenly you hear the door open, but you don’t bother to look up. Annoyed, you grumble, “I am eating, Carl. Leave me alone.”

“I’ll let him know, if I see him.”

Oh shit. The all too familiar voice of the man that's been plaguing your mind for months now makes your head snap up. "Negan, sorry.” Heat settles on your cheeks, you didn’t mean to be rude. “Thought it’s one of Carl's control check ups.”

“Nope.” Negan closes the door behind him, “Just one of mine.”

The head of the Saviors saunters further into the room until he reaches the old cot to lean against it, Lucille casually hanging at his side. “Why would your brother need to do control check ups on you?”

You look into your still steaming mug, suddenly feeling quite self-conscious about it. “He… he just wants to ensure I don’t forget to eat, that's all.”

“Still not eating, sunshine?” He asks with a mixture of concern and annoyance in his tone. 

The heat on your face only intessevies at the nickname. “Not much. Got caught this morning.”

He rolls his eyes at you and asks, “Shouldn’t there be enough food? I’ve told the fat lady to tell my guys how much you need.”

You furrow your brows at how he addresses Olivia. He really is a dick sometimes. But you ignore his nasty remark in order to continue on with the conversation “Well, yeah.” You poke the mush in your mug with the spoon, unwilling to meet Negan's eyes. “But it’s kind of my fault we have to cut down the rations again.”

Negan frowns at you. “How so?”

You let go of your mug and finally look at him to tell him what has happened on the last run, the walkers, the motel, the lost loot. “All teams are out now and won't be back until the end of the deadline next week.”

During your story his eyebrows rose expentionaly. “Shit, doll. Not me complaining here, but how are you still in one piece?”

You shrug your shoulders and regret that immediately when sharp pain's shooting right through your torso. The complete left side of you hurts at your every move and your ribs are in all shades of black and blue. You took a few painkillers this morning, but it's been only able to slightly dull the pain. 

“My luck still hasn’t run out, I guess,” you joke lightly. “But I’ll be out of order for at least six weeks, if not eight. Ribs tend to heal slowly and the pain keeps me from working, anyway. Just sitting down here was close to turture.”

Negan noods towards the cupboard you store the potent meds in. “Shouldn’t you have some stuff still in stock?”

“Yeah, but at this point all I’ve got is as effective as a TicTac. I actually need opioids.”

“Well, I don’t have opioids on me, but maybe something else to relieve the pain.” He says suggestively, with a small smile on his face. “Got time?”

“Of course,” you say, emphasizing it by closing your book.

With a smile on his lips, Negan fetches the roller stool to sit down across from you at your desk. He zips down his signature leather jacket and fumbles for something in his inside pockets. The clincking of glas makes you crook an eyebrow. He smiles from ear to ear when placing down two bottles of beer. 

Your eyes land on their label but you don’t recognise them. Bewildered, you ask him, “Wait, did you bring those with you?”

“Sure did.” His smile doesn’t falter. 

What the hell, why would he do that, you wonder but don’t know how to ask him without sounding ungrateful. With a faint smile on your face you go for, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Negan chuckles at that and opens up the bottles with his combat knife. “Figured we should get to know each other, considering we’ll be working together in the future.” Once open, he hands you one of them and you take it without your eyes leaving his.

Both of you take a sip before you remind him, “I mean I’d be stupid to say no to a good beer, but I did say no to your offer, Negan.”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “For now, sure. But the offer is still on the table.” 

You can’t help but smile at his presistens. “Are you trying to wear me down with your personal beverages?”  

“Pretty and intelligent,” he chuckles and it throws you back to a memory that seems to be years old. When he was in your infirmary for the first time and said exactly that. You still remember how nervous and actually scared you were of him. But now, months and several talks later, both feelings slowly got silent. But you are still weary of your words around him, it’s still Negan who you are talking to after all.

He keeps smiling his wolfish grin at you. “Can’t blame a man for trying.”

“Fine by me.” And you would be lying if you’d said you don't like the attention. Negan's attention. You take another sip from the beer before asking in a teasing tone. “Alright, what would you like to know, boss?”

The bright smile he’s casting you in response to that is enough to bring a warm blush on your face again. What the hell are you doing, you ask yourself in a clear moment but quickly decide to ignore the voice in your head.

This could be interesting.

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

#The Walking Dead #negan smith #negan x oc #twd negan #negan #negan x reader #negan / reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #michonne #daryl #daryl dixon #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #twd #twd fanfiction

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Don’t Make Me Jealous Again

Summary: You’re the only muggleborn Slytherin in the history of Hogwarts, and you suffer about as much as one would expect because of it. You didn’t think it was so bad at first as you’d made the unexpected acquaintance of a certain ice prince who was always there to help you when no one was looking. So can anyone blame you when you started developing a crush on him? You even thought that he might like you too. And so, armed with the stupid valor of youth, you made a confession to him in front of the whole dining hall, expecting him to break out into his sweet grin and take you into his arms, and you could finally be together without hiding. 

Instead, he brutally turned you down in front of everyone and proceeded to treat you like the dirt under his shoes lest you even make the mistake of thinking you’re worth anything to him again. 

So why was he now, a year later when you’d finally moved on from him and everything that happened, so furious that he’s caught you sneaking out from the Gryffindor dormitory after fooling around with Soobin?

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: NONCONSESUAL!!!!- mind control- face fucking- masturbation

A/N: longest summary i ever wrote but I had to explain the backstory since this just jumps straight into action lol

This is a nonconsensual fic. Be careful and read at your own risk!

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You had left the gryffindor dormitories blushy and giddy after having had a slight rendezvous with your long time crush Soobin. He was such a gentleman, and as sweet and shy as you are so you felt more than safe messing around with him despite your inexperience, knowing he'd never hurt you. In fact, you think he might ask you to be his girlfriend soon.

As you made your way back to the Slytherin dormitories however, treading through the midnight darkness of the ancient castle, that feeling of safety dimmed more and more until your skin crawled with the feeling of being watched.

You nearly shriek out when you round a corner and bump into someone, their hard body not yielding and instead your own body being flung back. You're sure you would've hit the ground if it wasn't for the mystery person's arms snaking around your body and pulling you up to steady you against the wall.

"T-Taehyun?" You gulp, coming face to face with the intimidating prefect. The ice prince. The man whose mere gaze could bring you to your knees.

But he's not looking at your eyes, preoccupied instead with the tie partially hidden under your shirt. "Why are you wearing a gryffindor tie?" His soft voice makes you shiver, scaring you more than anyone's shouts would.

Your throat was suddenly parched, making you struggle to form any words. "I-I... Soobinie..."

As soon as you say the other male's name, Taehyun's eyes snap to yours, and you could feel your knees buckling under his gaze.

"This is his?" He asks, thumbing at the brightly colored tie. You would smack yourself if you could, but he was holding you too tightly for that. How could you ever think this could be a good idea, sneaking off from your crush's dormitory with his house's tie around your neck? You thought you were being cheeky, high off the endorphins you got from your encounter with him. But in reality, you were just stupid.

"You snuck into the Gryffindor dormitory to give him a taste of your cunt?"

You gasp at his crude words and try to wriggle out of his grasp but he just presses his body harder against yours and traps you completely against the stone wall.

"You're so easy. At least make him work for it."

"You're wrong. We didn't do anything." You squeak. You don't know why you're lying. You didn't have to justify anything to him. You can do whatever with whoever you want, yet still you find yourself hoping he'd believe you.

"Don't lie to me, slut." He grabs your shirt and tears it open, sending the buttons flying everywhere and exposing your bare breasts to him, Soobin having taken your bra in exchange for the tie.

"What are you doing?" You try to cover yourself with your hands but Taehyun quickly mutters a spell under his breath that has your hands pinned against the wall. With your arms now out of the way, he's free to grope your breasts.

"What are all these hickies then?" He tuts, his hands rough as he squeezes your breasts and pinches your nipples. "You've really let him do whatever he wants to your whore body. That makes me really mad, baby. I thought you liked me," He lets one of his hands drop between your legs to stroke over your pussy. "but I guess you'll go to anyone who'll fill your holes."

"Stop it. Why are you doing this?" You cry, struggling against your invisible bounds but not even making them budge. "You rejected me."

"Because you're stupid! Asking me out in front of everyone. You know I can't be seen with the mudblood. Doesn't mean you're not mine." He growls, hand slipping under your panties and pushing a finger into you. It's a tight fight despite your regrettable wetness at his ministrations. "Shit, you're so tight. At least you weren't that much of an empty headed whore to let him take your virginity. That is mine, baby."

You pale at his claim. "Are you g-gonna--"

"Fuck you?" He finishes for you and you wince as his finger pumps in and out of your pussy. "Yes but not here. I'll have you in the prefect's quarters so we can get all the space and privacy we need. It's going to be a long night for you."

"But I don't want to."

He laughs at your protest. "It's cute that you think you get a say in this. You can't be trusted after you've shown yourself to be a loose whore who'll run after any dick that offers."

The tears stream freely down your face now. "I'm not a whore! Me and Soobin like each other."

He slaps your face, anger filling up his expression. "Don't fucking say his name again. You think anyone would love a mudblood like you?"

You don't know what possessed you to defy him. You know the punishment will be severe just from the fury on his face but it's the only thing you can do, the only form of protest, the only way you can hurt him, so you do. "Soobin loves me."

What he utters is something you would have never expected in your wildest dreams.

"Imperio."

You don't even get to express your shock before the spell takes over your body.

"On your knees." He commands hoarsely, and your body smoothly falls to the ground, no hint of resistance from your muscles, and you wonder how much he practiced that spell to be able to do it so seamlessly.

But the horror just keeps on coming. Now eye level with his crotch, you see clearly as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, but instead of putting it to your lips right away, he drags the hardened length all over your face, humiliating you as his precum smears over your skin and he lets out little gasps of pleasure. "That's it. That's where you belong, mudblood. On your knees for your master."

You can't even cry anymore as he finally presses the head of his dick against your mouth. "Open."

He hisses as you easily take his length in, the spell making it so you don't gag or flinch away as his length pushes down your throat. "Gonna wipe his name from your whore mouth."

Taehyun is ruthless as he fucks your face, and even though your body gives him no resistance, it still hurts to have his cock repeatedly ram down your throat and his crotch slap into your face.

You're making an embarrassing mess around him in no time, saliva and precum gurgling around his cock and dripping over your chest, obscene sounds filling the ancient hallways around you.

You wonder if anyone would hear and come to your rescue. You wonder if you even want to be seen like this, even if it meant you'd get to escape from the cruel man above you, moving your head over his cock like you were a disposable toy for him to use.

But ultimately you know no one would hear you. Taehyun is smart, and it wouldn't have slipped his mind to put a silencing charm around you, and if he could use an unforgivable curse with such ease then he certainly knew a spell or two that could divert any unwanted attention.

You vision starts getting foggy from the lack of oxygen and you wonder if he'd even notice if he killed you. How would he know when he has total control of your body and you have no way of warning him of your impending loss of consciousness.

To your surprise, he somehow senses it, pulling back from your mouth with a lewd squelch, his cock dislodging from your mouth dragging a gush of spit with it.

"Fuck, you look like a mess." He strokes your hair, almost fondly but you can't look up to see if his face is as soft as his tone. All you see is his slick and swollen dick hanging heavy between his legs.

"Pull your shirt open for me." He murmurs and you immediately obey, pulling apart the fabric that had fallen to cover your chest again. He grunts as your breasts come into view.

"That damned tie." He wraps the tie around his knuckles until there is only a small part between his fist and your neck then he pulls on it, tightening the knot around your neck and restricting your breathing. "Touch your tits."

You do as he says, and if you could move, your body would shiver as soon as you touched your nipples, and for the first time you feel lucky that you can't.

You hear a slick sound as Taehyun starts pumping his dick to the sight of you. "Play with your pussy." He whispers, and immediately one of your hands goes to rub at your clit, shameful pleasure burning in your belly at your own hands touching yourself and you wonder if the imperius curse can control your pleasure too.

Yeah, that must be it. You can't possibly be aroused under these disgusting circumstances. It was all the work of the sick man standing over you.

But Taehyun can't even let you lie to yourself, as he suddenly takes the spell off you, and you body immediately jerks at the pleasure.

He groans out loud as he sees your body react to your own touch. "Yeah, that's it. Make yourself cum for me, baby."

You marvel at how you still have the resolve to disobey after all he put you through, stopping your movements in spite of his command.

Cold fury passes over his face and you flinch, immediately regretting your small act of defiance. He tightens the tie around your throat again.

"Would you rather I choke you on my dick then? Maybe after I cum in your mouth I should leave you strewn on the floor for everyone to find you in the morning."

"No!" You cry, your voice barely coming out of your abused throat, and you quickly put your hands back on yourself, touching yourself for him like he wanted.

He sighs at your quick defeat, leaning back into his own touch again and loosening his grip on the tie. "You have so much training to go through before you can be my perfect pet."

"Please let me go." You choke out, still rubbing your fingers over your nipples and your pussy even as you beg. "I don't want this."

"I'm sorry, baby." He didn't sound sorry at all, his face twisted in euphoria as he neared his orgasm. "I promise I won't be so harsh in the future. You just gotta be a good pet and not make me mad."

His hand lets go of your tie and falls to your chest to palm your breasts. You instinctively arch in his touch, and when his fingers pull lightly on your nipple, you cum.

Valiantly, you try to conceal your orgasm, biting down on your tongue to not make any sounds but it's no use, he can see the fucked out look on your face and the way your body shudders with the intense pleasure.

"Yeah, like that. Good girl." He groans, hand faltering over his dick as he too cums, his seed spurting over your face and dripping down to join the mess on your tits.

He continues lazily stroking his dick as he looks down at you, clearly proud of the mess he made of you.

"You look perfect." He purrs, content. "You look all mine."

"Don't make me jealous again."

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A/N: anyway if you have a yandere or hybrid txt idea send it to me and I might write something like this for you too (but most likely way shorter)

#txt smut #taehyun smut

[z3nitsusgf]

end of a small sanctuary

cw: angst, drinking, smoking tobacco, unhealthy relationships, spelling mistakes, very much ouchies

“You did it right when you said it was all your fault.”

A/N: Long ass exposition about drunk sad Kaeya who regrets not telling you abt his feelings :(( I’m sorry if it’s quite boring or not as angsty as promised

Kaeya sighs, leans back and drags a carton of ropotamo cigarettes against the stained cherry oak table, tapping the bottom against the surface a few times, packing the tobacco tighter. It taps lightly against the wood, makes a quiet tap tap tap sound that usually makes him settle down, but right now he’s biting his lip in anticipation. There’s a tautness in his leg, an anxious bounce to his knee as he tries to light another end. He misses, the flame fizzling out and he flicks it on again.

You've been trying to get him to relax on his smoking - or at least cut back, but with shitty occurrences constantly coasting towards him with no remorse, the nicotine is the only thing keeping him from going bat shit crazy. You gave up eventually, but still, Kaeya can’t help but miss your little whines about it. And the absence of your being is making something ugly lump in his throat.

There are multiple burnt out cigarettes dished out in a pretty coral ashtray (one that you had bought for him last Christmas because you said, “if I can’t make you quit I might as well get you to stop burning holes in our sofa.” ), he'd been smoking nonstop for the past few hours. Once he had reached the butt end, he'd stub it out and reach for another. A stupid ongoing cycle, that was bound to wreck havoc on him eventually.

He's surprised that he doesn't have lung cancer yet, or that he's as healthy as he is. Not even you can figure out how the fuck he's still standing. Smoking them all the fucking time, almost a pack a day. You wonder how his teeth are still intact, or how his vocal cords haven't completely shredded themselves by now. You're convinced that it's almost a fucking miracle.

“You smell like shit.” You always used to tell him through gasps and moans when he’d find his way back to you, and you never meant it. He smelled of starflower, lavender, and the scent of tobacco lingered like patchouli on his lips, somehow he made it work. And it was so familiar you seeked it out. He had wormed his way in, like smoke in your clothes. He always knew you would come back, even if he never made any promises. A part of you hoped that he would stay (the irony is blinding).

He thinks of you. You refused to talk to him, scratch that, you refused to acknowledge his existence, after everything was said and done - you waited in tempt silence, giving him a glimmering chance to speak out, and he didn’t take it. And now all that’s left are the words left unsaid and the ones that weigh heavy on his hands. His apartment is dead silent, he heard no sign of your being within the walls, no sign that you came back, and that was the scariest part to him. Because that had meant you had truly left.

It crawls up the basin of his stomach and into his hands. He’s alone, again, and it’s wretched.

You don’t really understand the abandonment until it’s there. And it’s not like he can blame you, he didn’t try to stop you, he pretended not to hear you when you whispered, “I don’t think I can do this with you anymore Kaeya…” Simply holding his joint and rubbing circles in your shoulder like it was normal. Maybe it was when you said you found someone else that it had clicked, and by then you had already left.

Kaeya doesn’t know how much time passes before he’s moved. Before his vessel crawls up from the floor to make its way to the kitchen and then back to the ground.

He's laying by himself on the floor of his apartment, drowning himself in cigarettes and booze. Chugging back whatever on top of his cabinets; vodka, whiskey, tequila. It's bitter and it slides down his throat in a stinging acetone way that makes his eyes clenched shut and makes his chest feel numb. He likes it. He likes the dullness it brings, the static fizzles in his head and he can stop thinking about all of it.

He becomes a sunken hollow chasm that is neither harsh nor hectic, it's just that - nothing. “S-stupid fucking loser,” Kaeya mumbles to himself, the anger throbs residually in his chest and makes his teeth ache from the pressure.

Raising the caramel-colored bottle to lips and allowing the last droplets of golden amber liquor to flow onto his tongue. Kaeya rolls his skull back against the sofa cushions and just stares at the trim of the wall. The ceiling is dark, nearly limitless looking, an imminent void for which he can project the nightmare that's still running through his head.

The reel of it is like a white blast of explosions behind his eyelids. Something within him has shifted, lurking beneath the surface of his conscience. Raw upturned guilt - is that what he's feeling? Is this true guilt? He's unsure, he feels like an empty wasps nest - blanched and left barren.

Is this how it really ends?

The sentiment of it all slams into him and he's replaying all of it. His heart felt like it was being inflated, but not in a nice way, a pressurized carbon monoxide gas that was reverberating around his insides and making him clench his lungs because he couldn't exhale any of it.

All of his recollections have unexpectedly manifested into the real world. Now all he's left with is the diminutive gap of what was, what could have existed, and what was never really there to begin with.

The memories play like a cracked record through his head, one that’s blurred and covered in dirt. The alcohol does nothing but spike into his system, coating his throat leaving his eyes watery and on the verge of tears. Suddenly his head felt sharp and cut clean, and he felt like vomiting, retching on his empty stomach.

He thinks of what you had said just before you had slammed his door, some far out cracked mantra that spurs him deeper into this black hole. “You suffocate me.” You had spat at him, he doesn’t remember why - it was probably his fault anyway - but the wreckage trembles over him regardless. Left to stare at the wall until his brain dissolves, to melt and dissipate into thick melty nothingness, breath picking up as he heaves on nothing but his own mistakes and missed opportunities.

And for the first time in a long time, Kaeya cries. Not just a few tears that he quickly wipes away - but sobbing full force with water pouring from his eyes. He cries to the point of depletion. A furious, pounding, incessant burning that fires deep in his tired corneas and won't let the water stop from flowing from his chest.

Pathetically hopeless he believes, with trembling lips and glossy lids. The tears that paint his lashes and smear over his puffy cheeks, feel tacky and cold under the blowing fan.

His eyelashes are clinging to his skin and it makes blinking hard. His jaw is clenched forward and biting down on the plump of his lip in a stupid way to contain those sobbing thoughts he keeps kicked away in the narrows of his brain. His throat is so sore it felt like he had inhaled sawdust. “Oh,”

His face goes numb and suddenly he's gasping for air. The oxygen leaves his chest and he feels it crash into his lungs, he grasps ferociously onto his thighs, the blunt nails digging into the pant legs. He's puffing our air like he was going to die, “Is this drowning?” He thinks, and all wants is you. Maybe that’s childish sentiment, but it makes him blubber even more that you don’t immediately come pittering through the doorway and scooping him into your arms to comfort him. That you’re not shushing him, making small quips as you make him tea and tell him he’s going to be okay because - well, he’s Kaeya Alberich.

God, he’s so… exhausted. But his mind is so heavy that the weight of it makes him loopy. He’s trying to distract himself long enough that the sickly thoughts fade, but they eventually catch up to him. The pain is all too real, all too clear and now it feels like pure liquid in his hands, it’s visceral and forthcoming and he can’t stop it. The control grappled from his hands and ultimately ripped from the bare skin of his back. Slipping and sliding away, swaying like a turned over cup.

The most unfortunate part is that it was all his fault, all of it. He could've prevented this from happening, had he simply let go. Maybe it’s his fault, for getting attached in the first place but fuck, does this hole in his chest make him feel cold.

The inevitability of seeing you with him later rips at Kaeya’s sides. He sees it like a drawn out vision, the way the nerd gets to hold you and kiss you, gets to keep you as his own - makes Kaeya want to vomit. What will Albedo learn about you that Kaeya won’t? Will Albedo know exactly how you like your coffee in the morning, little cream little sugar and lightly roasted? Will Albedo know your favorite childhood memories and most embarrassing experiences?

It’s a brutal reminder of the moments he never got to experience with you, and it makes his chest feel like it’s concaved in, heart. And yet, he thinks of all the reckless pain he’s caused, the downpour of his actions onto you and he falters. Maybe he does deserve this after all.

tags: @diamond-3 @tkooooop @amazinglynico @zhongchi14 @dilucpegg3r @vickyvalentine @rou-rouu

#genshin impact･ﾟ✧ #val.writes ❦ #genshin impact x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich angst #genshin impact angst #pervy nerd albedo <3

[writteninkat]

Wrath | Yuji x Reader x Megumi

summary: "Come on, Megumi." Yuji presses his fingers inside your mouth, "This mouth isn't gonna fuck itself."

word count: 3k

warnings: bondage, master kink, threesome, name calling, degradation, anal

a/n: not proofread, sorry for any grammatical/spelling mistakes

• 100 follower event

Your husband, Yuji, has always been a gentle soul. Ever since you started dating in highschool a decade ago, he always kissed you so passionately, he held you with such care and gentleness, as if you were a porcelain doll that could break at any second.

Even during your first time when the two of you werenin college, he always placed your pleasure before and over his. He always made sure you felt good, he always peppered you with compliments and praises.

As you think back on how much your husband has done for you, you thought you should pay him back just as much. As the two of you were talking in the phone earlier, you listened as he ranted to you about how Megumi took his curse to exorcise.

He sounded pissed.

What other way to calm him down than to let him have his way with you? You let him be rough with you once or twice, what another time gonna hurt?

You dash to your closet, looking for your hidden stash of lingerie, taking out a black and red one. You put it on, scanning your eyes up and down your reflection on the body length mirror, running your hands up your thighs.

The set had matching black garters and sheer thigh highs with it, the panties a deep dark wine red, the laces all over it colored black. Same went for the push up bras, a small ruby glistening in the middle of the two cups.

Your head snaps to the sound of the front door opening, causing you to quickly run to the bed. You climb on the soft mattress, giving yourself a pat on the back for choosing a deep red color.

You sit on your heels, thighs spread wide open as you patiently wait for your husband, listening as he calls out for you, doors opening and closing as he does so. Finally, the door to your bedroom swings open, revealing your strawberry-headed husband.

His eyes widen at the lewd sight of you in lingerie, sitting on the bed, ready for him to take you. Yuji grips tightly on his jacket, jaw clenching as his eyes rake down your body, taking every inch of you in his greedy gaze.

"You sounded upset a while ago during our call..." You place your hand in the space in between your thighs, arms pressing your breasts together to make them look much bigger, giving your husband a better view.

"What about it?" Yuji's tone sounds calm, too calm for your liking. It causes a shiver to run down your spine. You trap your lower lip in between your teeth, cunt oozing with your slick at the tone of his voice.

"Do you... Do you need me? My help? To calm you down?" You look to your side, avoiding his gaze. "You don't seem like you've calmed down about it so-"

You return your gaze back to the front, eyes widening and heart thumping on your chest at the sight of your husband's face a few inches away from yours. "And how exactly do you plan on helping me, my dear?"

You lift your hand, placing it on the side of his face. Yuji closes his eyes, pressing his face even more onto your palm. "You can do whatever you want with my body tonight."

Yuji's eyes snap open, completely taken aback by your answer.

"I'm yours to play with, to use, to free of all your troubles... You're my master tonight."

It all happens in a flash. One moment you're caressing your husband's face lovingly, the next he has your hands pinned above your head, thigh pressing against your soaking panties as he looks at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Don't say things you don't mean, sweetheart. You don't know what I'm capable of." Yuji growls into your ear, he nips and nibbles at your helix, whimpers slipping past your lips at the feeling.

"I mean it." You whisper, "Why don't you show me what you're capable of? Master."

Yuji pulls away, his hands making nimble work of undoing his necktie. He wraps it around your wrists, tying it tight enough for you to be unable to let loose, but not tight enough for it to hurt. "Keep your arms up." His tone is dark and deep, it sends tingles down your thighs and you feel your cunt flutter.

He lets out a deep breath, you feel your body tingle as you watch his eyes take you in. His hands hover right above your skin, making your hair stand.

He's panting. Hard.

Finally, he presses his hands onto your skin, a satisfied breath leaving your lips as you feel him drag his calloused palms run down both sides of your thighs. He squeezes them, pulling them up and pulling your body towards him. You feel him press his clothed member against your damp panties, he grinds against you, making you moan loudly. "Mmmmmhhhh- fuck Yuji!"

He looks down at you, his jaw hanging as you watch his chest rise and fall heavily. Your hips begin doing circles on their own, desperate for any sort of friction just to ease your cunt's desire to be filled. Yuji squeezes your thighs, giving you the idea that you may or may not find bruises there by tomorrow.

"Don't move. You said you're mine to ruin tonight..." Yuji slowly lowers himself, crawling backwards to the foot of the bed. He brings his face down, hot breath fanning over your deipping cunt. "...No take backs."

He presses a finger- two fingers, onto your clothed cunt. His eyes snap up, watching as your face contorts into an expression of pleasure. Yuji begins creating circles with the tips of his fingers, massaging your folds and running them up and down your slit. He presses on your clit, making you mewl loudly.

"Haven't even touched you properly..." He hooks a finger to the side of your underwear, pushing it aside. "...But you're already so wet for me. How needy are you for me, my love?". You begin rocking your hips up and down to ease the neediness of your cunt, "Very..."

Yuji pushes two of his fingers inside your hole, the feeling having you sucking in your breath. You can feel his slender fingers against your tight walls, moving and scissoring to loosen you up. "Fuck, Yuji..." His name comes out in a whisper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hits your g-spot multiple times without fail.

Yuji smirks, knowing full well he's hit that particular spot. He continues pushing and rubbing on it with the tips of his fingers, pushing you over the edge of overstimulation. Your legs open even wider instinctively, wanting more of your husband.

Before you can even tell him what you want, your walls flutter arounf his fingers, soaking them up as you rock your hips back and forth to ride out your orgasm. Yuji smirks, pulling his fingers out and taking them inside his mouth, his tongue lapping up your juices and cleaning his fingers.

"Tasty... I wonder how it tastes right out of your cunt." He lowers his head in between your thighs, eyes still on you. Yuji takes out his tongue, the tip licking a long strip up your wet folds, teasing you.

"Hnnngg- Yuji..." You throw your head back, digging your head onto the soft pillows. Yuji's tongue begins pressing against your folds, thrusting in and out. His mouth starts doing quick work of sucking on your soft and soaked cunt, the slick that he isn't able to lap up come dripping down his chin messily.

Just as you feel an orgasm forming once more inside you, you hear the front door open and then shut close. The two of you still, quieting down to listening to whoever trespassed.

"Itadori?" The two of you let out a breath of relief at the sound of Megumi's voice and not some random stranger's. "Look man, I came to apologize. I know you wanted to exorcise that curse and I took the chance from you. Can we please talk this out?" Megumi yells, his voice loud enough to resonate all throughout the apartment.

Yuji looks at you with his brow raised slightly, eyes glimmering in mischief. "You said I could do whatever i wanted with your tonight, right?" He asks and you nod your head, heart thumping in anticipation of whatever plan he has in his head.

"Bedroom." Yuji yells, your eyes widening as he smirks mischievously at you. He returns back to his meal, thrusting his tongue inside your velvety walls as you feel your orgasm slowly creep towards you.

The bedroom door flies open and there, Megumi stands, shocked. Yuji turns around, "You may have done a better job than me at work, but I can do better in bed." He sticks three fingers inside your cunt, stretching you out even more.

"Yuji-"

"What about it, Megumi? Prove me wrong. If you can pleasure my wife better than I can tonight, I'll let our problem pass." Yuji offers, fingers still pumping inside your walls.

"That doesn't make any sense-" You're cut off when Yuji presses against your g-spot, a moan ripping from your throat instead. Yuji turns back around at Megumi, tilting his head to the side. "Come on man, stop being a pussy and fuck my wife the way you want to. I see how you look at her."

Your eyes widen, Megumi has been looking at you?. The thought of his hungry eyes running up and down your body, wild thoughts invading his head and the possibility of being able to get him hard... "Oh, fuck!" You moan loudly as an orgasm rips through you, the thought of being able to be such a vixen for Megumi pushing you off.

Yuji's eyes widen at you cumming suddenly. It takes a moment for him to piece the two together but as soon as he does, he's grinning like a madman. "You saw that 'Gumi? She came just from the thought of you fucking her." Yuji laughs, pulling his fingers out of your cunt, manhandling you so your head was now on the foot of the bed, hanging as your glassy eyes looked over at Megumi. He looked hungry.

You hear Yuji unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. He pumps himself a few times, taking some slick from your wet folds to serve as lubricant. He pushes his length inside you, making sure you take every single inch of him until your cunt is pressed against his pelvis.

"Come on, Megumi." Yuji presses his fingers inside your mouth, "This mouth isn't gonna fuck itself."

Yuji begins thrusting inside you and you let out loud moansas your eyes roll back, your whole body feeling like it's on cloud9 given that you just finished two orgasms. By the time you open your eyes back, they widen as you're greeted by the sight of Megumi holding his cock out right in front of you. You feel your mouth water at the sight, your tongue lolling out instinctively, silently asking for it.

"See? She wants this. Such a fucking slut." Yuji thrusts deeply and roughly at every word, making you moan loudly. Megumi pushes his cock against your tongue, sucking in a breath as you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting his precum.

You suck on the tip, tongue doing sloppy work of the blowjob since your hands are immobilized. Megumi takes you by the back of your head, pushing his length inside you. You're barely taken half of him and your mouth is already so full. You want more.

"She likes it when you go down her throat. Don't you, whore?" You feel yourself getting closer at every degrading name Yuji calls you. Megumi pushes himself even deeper, you feel his cock reaching your throat. The dark haired man watches as his cock go deeper down your throat. His breath hitches and he stays in there for a moment, completely mesmerized by the sight of his cock protruding under your skin. You swallow around him, the contractions pushing him over the edge, causing him to release inside your throat.

He pulls away quickly and you gasp for air, panting heavily. "Show him your mouth, doll." You open your mouth at Yuji's command, showing Megumi no trace of his cum inside you.

"Y/n..." Megumi whispers under his breath, watching as Yuji pulls you towards him. He sits you on his lap, your head dizzy from giving Megumi head. Yuji thrusts inside you, the new position causing him to go even deeper than before. "Why don't you invite our good friend over there?" Yuji whispers into your ear and you turn your head to the side, giving Megumi a sight of your fucked-out expression. Glass eyes, a flushed face and glistening lips from his cum.

You point at him, your palm facing up. You curl your finger a few times, motioning for him to 'come here'. He does as told, quietly crawling behind you. Megumi presses his dick against your cheeks, squeezing them both and letting out a moan.

"She has two holes for a reason, no?" Yuji smirks, pressing his lips against yours, tasting Megumi in your tongue. As the two of your tongue slide against each other, Megumi creeps his hand in between your thighs, gathering slick from where you and Yuji are connected.

He pushes a lubricated finger inside your hole, the new sensation making you moan loudly. You've done it with your husband one or two times from behind, but you've never gotten used at the feeling.

Megumi wastes no time in adding another finger, stretching out your hole before pumping himself once more, using his precum as lubricant. He aligns himself on your hole, slowly pushing himself inside as you moan loudly.

Yuji takes your legs by the bottom of your thighs, easily carrying you off the bed as he thrusts himself inside you. Megumi's face contirts into something of pleasure and annoyance, his hands grabbing the underside of your thighs as well to get a better grip of you.

Your head spins at the feeling of two large cocks thrusting inside you, using your two holes greedily. You look up, thanking the heavens for letting you feel this new type of pleasure.

You place one hand on your husband's shoulder as the other hooks around Megumi's neck, your palm on his nape as you rest your head on his shoulder. You let your tongue hang out your mouth, spit dripping from your tongue as your eyes cross, your mouth pulled into a wide, open smile as you feel yourself nearing yet another orgasm.

Yuji looks at your fucked-out expression, eyes widening. "Such a fucking slut, making such a face. You like it when my best friend fucks you in the ass?" Yuji growls, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

"You're taking my best friend's cock so well. Are you that greedy for it?" Megumi's tone sounds deep, dangerous and cold as he pounds into your ass, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you.

"You gonna cum on this cock you slut?" The two of them yell at the same time, causing your head to grow foggy as your orgasm slowly reach you. You can't help but nod, not able to find the right words to answer them.

"You're being fucked dumb by two men right now, you like it so much don't you?" Yuji has the widest grin you've ever seen on him. "I think she does, Yuj. She's just /that/ greedy for cock." Megumi smirks licking your ear.

"Cum..." You whimper, "I wanna... wanna cum..." You say, your energy slowly melting away. "Alright then," Yuji mutters, angling himself so he'll be pushing against your g-spot as he thrusts into you.

"Cum." Their voices together causes a shiver down your spine, your holes greedily milking their cocks as you moan loudly, voice resonating around the apartment. Megumi's eyebrows knit together as Yuji's face contorts into pleasure, their thrusts never stopping, letting you ride out your orgasm. Once you finish, the two of them shoot their cum inside you, your insides feeling heavily hot with their releases.

The three of you stay quiet for a moment, catching your breaths before you feel yourself slowly submit to the darkness. The last thing you see is Yuji leaning in to press a kiss against your lips as Megumi's lips press against your neck.

You wake up with a tshirt on, too big for you so your mind immediately thinks of Yuji. You smile, turning to your right, only for it to fall as you see a shirtless Megumi sleeping there. You begin to panic- did you cheat on your husband? Where the hell is Yuji?

You turn to your left, eyebrows raising at the sight of also a shirtless Yuji there, sleeping soundly. Your eyebrows furrow and you try to recollect the events of last night.

Yuji's anger.

Yuji eating you out.

Megumi's apology.

Yuji sharing you with Megumi.

Yuji fucking your cunt.

Megumi fucking your ass.

A deep shade of red litters your face as you bury it in your blanket, your shuffling causing for the two men to wake up. They sit up, rubbing their sleepy eyes as they look at you.

"Good morning." They greet together with a bright smile.

Oh God, these boys will be the cause of your insanity.

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[dolliedarlin]

s a f e  i n  h i s  a r m s ⏤katsuki b. 

s u m m a r y : after rescuing you during a rescue exercise gone wrong, now Bakugou can't shake you off from clinging onto his arm.

l e n g t h : 2.9k

g e n r e : fluff

w a r n i n g s : cursing from our beloved explosion boy

p a i r i n g : bakugou katsuki x f.reader

a / n : this idea came out of nowhere so instantly got to writing it. i'm sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. this honestly gives me Juvia and Gray vibes from Fairy Tail...they were my favorite couple after all so, yeah...even reader has a water quirk -oopsie! whelp! we can see where my inspiration comes from at least. enjoy they read my lovelies!

It all started when Bakugou saved you during a rescue exercise that went horribly wrong for you.

The ceiling had collapsed from above you and, no matter how fast you were at trying to avoid the falling debris, it was still able to trap your leg. With it's crushing weight, several bones in your leg were snapped, leaving you vulnerable and immobile. Your horrifying cry of pain could be heard throughout the building as it bounced off the walls, alerting your classmates, who were sent into an instant panic.

Most of them had traversed through the fragile maze left by the torn-down structure as you had stubbornly stayed behind to ensure that everything transpired smoothly behind your teammates. With the frail state of the infrastructure, it was difficult for your team to travel back to your location without possibly triggering further collateral damage that could potentially cause further harm to you.

Things weren't looking their brightest.

The pain in your leg had crawled up the rest of your body and paralysed you with its stinging bite. It almost brought tears to your eyes but you had to be strong, you couldn't just sit around and wait for help. That isn't what a future hero should do. With the dry air around you, you wouldn't be able to use your quirk so you got started on trying to push away the sizable chunk of ceiling that had trapped your leg beneath it yourself.

It didn't take long before you realised that your attempts were futile. Judging from the way your arms shock under the weight as you awkwardly gripped at the ceiling fragment, you wouldn't be able to get out on your own. Losing hope, you let your tears accumulate to the surface of your eyes and were just about to let them flood over your lashes when an explosion broke a hole in the wall to the right of you. The instant you turned to its direction, your (e/c) orbs met with the piercing red eyes of Bakugou. The explosive blonde didn't say anything and just hurried to your side with a scowl, easily lifting the weight off of your leg before delivering a blast that pushed the hard stone ceiling over onto it's back. You were about to say your thanks when the blonde saw the state of your leg and grumbled as he picked you up in his arms and made a run for the exit he had made.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, primarily because the jumbled emotions you were going through was hard to process individually as well as conjointly. However, one thing that you were sure of as you stared up at the frowning blonde carrying you in his arms, was that you had never felt safer than in that moment.

After that day, the way you acted around Bakugou was never the same.

You never really had a fixed friendship group. Sometimes you would sit with Midoriya and his friends, sometimes with the Bakusquad, sometimes with the rest of your classmates (but not Mineta) and even with those from class 2B. However, you were beginning to hang around the Bakusquad more and more after the incident of your rescue.

None of them really complained about it, not even Bakugou, in fact, they loved that you were spending time with them, especially Mina as she finally had another girl to help her through the other boys' antics. It was a surprising thing coming from her, seeing as she partook in mischievous antics of her own from time to time, sometimes, even joining in with Kaminari and Sero's playful pranks.

Truthfully, you seemed to be the only other level-headed person aside from Kirishima in Baukgou's eyes so, although he was grumbling under his breath at first, he wasn't too opposed at your newly established presence amongst the group of 'annoying weirdos that followed him around'.

This was a good sign for you and helped you to quickly get comfortable around the blonde.

Nobody knew this about you at the time but you're actually a very affectionate person, you just haven't been able to find someone to direct that affection towards so you've been a bit touch-staved. That was getting fixed really soon, however, because, now, you know exactly who to shower your affection on.

It started with little things such as simply standing closer to Bakugou than usual. He would throw you a narrowed glare but after you flashed him a smile, he would relent with a huff as he turned his attention away from you. It didn't take long for him to get used to you being so close but the instant he had grown familiar with your close proximity, you gave him a reason to send another harsh stare and growl your way.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my hand you stupid extra?!" he snapped at you, almost showering you in saliva from the way he was shouting in your face.

"Holding your hand," you replied bluntly, flashing a wide grin up at him with your eyes closed. In protest, the explosive blonde tried to tug your hand away, shouting demands for you to let go. This is when he realised that you had suddenly grown a monstrous amount of strength as he wasn't able to successfully pull his hand away from you. In fact, his tugging had the opposite effect and encouraged you, to not only, interlace your fingers with his but also to hug his arm to your chest using your other hand.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Don't you like holding my hand, Bakugou?" you asked with an endearing pout and subtle whine in your voice as you looked up at him with big teary eyes.

"NO! I DON'T!" his hopes of getting you to let go proved futile as you just continued to smile and hold him tightly. Eventually, he gave up and let you cuddle his arm throughout the school day, glaring at the people that dared to look and point. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all commented on his laughable position, chuckling under their breath at how it didn't suit him to be so close and affectionate with a girl.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SAY THAT AGAIN YOU BASTARDS AND I'LL BLAST YOUR FACES OFF!" he was about to chase them down as they shouted and ran away from him, their laughter hanging in the air. If only you weren't still hugging his arm.

"Don't do that Bakugou," you pouted and pressed your cheek into his shoulder.

"Hah?" he gave you a look of offended confusion. No one dared to keep him from beating up those idiots, who called themselves his friends, before.

"I'll have to let go of your arm if you do that,"

Bakugou doesn't know why but he didn't put up much of a fight after seeing how dejected you looked at the idea of having to let go of his arm.

As time progressed, many people grew bolder in teasing Bakugou as your holds on the male grew even more restricted, which gave them ample time to run away if need be.

One day, when you had been cuddling into Bakugou's side whilst hanging out in the common room with the rest of his group, Kaminari couldn't hold back his jealousy at the fact that someone as ill-tempered as Bakugou was getting more attention from a girl than he was.

"I can't believe you get cuddles from (Y/N) every day, Bakugou," Kaminari began as you giggled in return, "It's Not Fair!" the electric emitter cried with tears in his eyes.

"Then you have her!" Bakugou barked, attempting to pry you off him just to throw you at Kaminari as you flashed the explosive boy an extremely upset expression.

"No!" you cried, clinging onto him as tightly as possible, "I only wanna cuddle Bakugou!"

At this, the explosion quirk user sighed in exasperation and slumped back into his seat on the sofa, letting you sit on his lap and nuzzling into his chest as his arms stayed immobile at his sides. In the background, Kirishima set about comforting Kaminari as Mina and Sero laughed at the comical scene before them.

Your need to cuddle and be close to Bakugou didn't stop there, however, you even had the guts to embrace him at inconvenient times.

There were instances where Bakugou would be cooking dinner in the dorm kitchen and you'd come up to hug him from behind. His only response to your embrace, after you had done this to him time and time again, was to continue cooking and to cook enough for the two of you.

The first few times you were valiant enough to bring the red-eyed temper teen into your arms, he had put up his usual fight before ultimately giving up. The case would be that you'd skip up to him with your usual close-eyed smile, pull him into a hug that he wouldn't return as he'd do his best to continue whatever it was that he was doing, treating you like dead-weight hanging off his torso. Sometimes, he needed to throw you over his shoulder or carry you in his arms to be able to do whatever he had to do properly.

Take for example, walking up a set of stairs, he would throw you over his shoulder and make his way up the steps as quickly as possible to ensure that fewer people saw. Times when you had been particularly eager to stand beside him, even when he's training, he'd use you for practice.

It started off as your idea, actually.

"Why don't you pretend that I'm an injured person and carry me in your arms as you run to safety?" you suggested as you held your arms out, smiling happily up at him. He was stubborn at first but eventually, he was carrying you in his arms as he ran laps on the UA track lines. It felt so good to be in his arms again that you would always end up nuzzling your face into his neck no matter how sweaty he got.

"Don't do that, idiot. I'm fucking sweaty!" he'd reprimand you often.

"But I like your sweat Bakugou,"

"HAH?!"

"It saved me that one time and I'm sure it'll save me and others many more times in the future too," you'll never forget the tomato-red blush his face flourished into that day.

Nobody knows why you came across as so persuasive to the blonde that he let you do whatever you wanted. However, from their observations and the speculation that stayed between the rest of class 1A ended up reasoning that Bakugou was too touch-starved to willingly fight you off him. It was cute. The two of you were secretly dubbed the cutest couple in class 1A despite not officially dating.

Your admirable persistence at staying beside Bakugou at all hours of the day has continued for several months, and now, Bakugou as well as the rest of your classmates, wouldn't be able to see you without seeing the explosive blonde close by. Often times, you would cuddle up to him on the common room sofas as he read a book or played the games he was forced into doing by his 'idiot' friends. Your interactions were amusing to watch and helped the rest of your classmates see a different side to Bakugou.

The desire you had to stay by Bakugou's side flourished and blossomed over the months as your initiation on being close to him made you learn more endearing things about him. He's very misunderstood so you're glad you took the time to get to know him.

"You don't mean to be mean, do you, Katsuki?" you whispered his name with the most affection and ever so gently as you reached up a hand to tenderly caress his sleeping face. He had managed to fall asleep with everyone else at a weekend night together. The previous week had been exhausting and so the Bakusquad suggested an evening of fun to lift the weight of stress off everyone's shoulders before another week of stress is piled on top of them again. "I sometimes wish more people can see the good in you," you continued, suppressing a yawn, "but I'm greedy,"

Bakugou will never admit that he heard your little confession that night as you slipped into the world of sleep cuddled into his chest atop him.

As of recently, you had been pestering Bakugou to hug you back whenever you went up to embrace him but he wasn't going to willingly comply until he found out why exactly you were being so clingy. He knows he isn't the best person to be affectionate with and that you somehow were able to see through that, not that he would ever admit to there being something deeper going on behind his constant untamable temper.

The blonde can see you with so many other guys who were more deserving of you than he was, like Kirishima and even that stupid Deku. No matter how irritated it made him feel to see you with other guys, he knows that it was ultimately better for you to be affectionate towards them than him. It didn't make sense to that someone like you was always so desperate to be beside someone like him.

The day he saved you during the rescue exercise was a one-time thing. That couldn't be your only reason. Bakugou needed to know your way of thinking and decide for himself if it was equitable enough to let you continue what you were doing or to push you towards someone else, whether you do it willingly or not, he didn't care. He needed to focus on becoming the number one hero, not you.

It wasn't until the class had another hero rescue exercise that Bakugou finally got an answer to the reasoning behind your behavior towards him.

Somehow, the two of you ended up trapped together. Bakugou could easily cause an explosion to get out but not without causing the rest of the building collapse atop both of you at a rate and amount that would overwhelm the explosion emitter. Your water emitting quirk was limited at the moisture in the dry air surrounding you so you wouldn't be able to help much if you wanted to.

Despite the dire situation, you were still smiling and moving about without a care in the world.

"What are you smiling about idiot?!" Bakugou snapped at you, his frustration at his helpless situation making him act out, what made it all the more infuriating, however, was knowing that you knew from the gentle and understanding smile you directed towards him.

"Because you're with me Bakugou," he was speechless, "whenever I'm with you, I know I'm safe so I can be calm and think of things rationally," your smile only grew at his stunned and blinking expression, it took a moment but a boost of Bakugou's ego was soon rushing in as he felt his heart do something weird in his chest. It made him blush but you didn't need to see that so he quickly turned away so that the only evidence of the blush on his face you witnessed was at the tips of his ears, "in fact, I think I have an idea on how to get out,"

Using your water quirk, you drew as much moisture from the air as you could before you took a limited amount from your lungs. You fashioned the water in your hands into a gentle drill that you then used to dig your way out from the building. You needed to take multiple breaks, however, as utilising water from your lungs required you to hold your breath but in no time at all, you and Bakugou were out and safe.

After that day, Bakugou finally hugged you back every time you embraced him.

He became less grumbly at the fact that you were always reaching out to touch and cuddle up to him, actually, he made it a point that you would only want to be close to him and no one else. Everyone practically saw the hidden smirk on his lips every time he pressed your happily smiling face into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, with his smirk all the boys around him he would glower at as if to stake his claim over you and the affection you were showering him with.

Bakugou could get used to this. He should've given you a chance earlier because he surprisingly liked having you wrapped up in his arms, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, your chest pressed up against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

"Katsuki," you looked up at him as he grunted in return, maneuvering your face back into the junction between his shoulder and neck. It was a place that your face fit perfectly into and he needed you to always have your face pressed up against that area or else his neck would feel too exposed and naked, "since you're okay with hugging me back now..."

"What is it?" you didn't answer so he pulled away to look you in the eyes, "Spit it out,"

"Can I have a kiss?"

“Uh-“

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[cuddlesslut]

A Happy Accident

Definitely Nsfw! And Crack 😊

Summary: it's an honest mistake really sending a message to the wrong chat. But what about when you send your nude to the wrong chat...

Warning: Nsfw, pet names, degradation,daddy kink, sex, fingering, anal, double penetration, blow jobs

Please Read. This is my first time writing smut. And it took me a long time to write this. I'm sorry in advance for any and all grammar and spelling errors. I hope you enjoy it and that it's up to your standards. 💕💕😚💕💕

Part Seven: The deed

You stood next to these boys several times before but never before had you realized how tall they actually were. Towering over you. Maybe teasing them so much while you were at school wasnt such a good idea because as soon as the three volleyball players stepped into your room, the door was locked, you were pushed against into their embrace their hands flying to you not missing a beat. You stood there your shirt had been removed leaving you in only your bra, school skirt, and panties that were getting more and more drenched. Your back was pressed tightly again Bokuto's chest his mouth placed hot, messy kisses on your neck. As Kuroo’s tongue danced in your mouth stealing the air out of your lungs. You threw your head back against Bo’s shoulder biting your lip trying to suppress the moan errupting from you as he snuck his hand in between you and the middle blocker grazing his fingers over clothed warmth . You felt slender fingers grasp on to your jaw directing your attention to Akaashi who stood next to the group. Your eyes locked on to his pretty dick in his hand thumb rubbing over his red tip stroking his length.  

“look at me baby girl,” the setter said “i want to hear you, Understand,” his tight grip loosening his fingers moved from your jaw to your swollen lips. His thumb rubbing over bottom lip just as you had seen him do to the tip of his hard cock. Another moan ripped from your throat as Bokuto finally slipped his hand under the fabric petting his fingers through your folds.

“Aaah Bo-,” you were cut off by kaashi two fingers being shoved into your mouth.

“Suck.” he stated voice firm as his eyes bore into yours. Not needing to be told twice you wrapped you lips around his digits tongue swirling around them. 

“Fuck, Kitten,” Kurro chuckled “Youre such a good girl,” he praised. His large hand roaming around your chest reach behind you to undo your bra. Finally freeing your breast the cold air stinging your hard nipples. His rough fingers caressing the hardened nub. Causing you to arch into the touch moaning around Akaashi's slender fingers.

“beautiful ,” Kurro cooed. moving his lips down to your breast taking a bud into his mouth sending shivers down your spine, feeling his hot mouth on your breast while he pinched the other sending you into even more of a sexual frenzy.  

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity the ace behind you finally inserted two fingers into your wet heat. causing you to squeak from the sudden sinful stretch of your most sensitive area feeling with fingers being squeezed by your aching heat.

“shit ,” he cursed feeling his fingers being sucked into you “you're so fucking tight my little whore,,” he groaned into your ear finally stopping the assault on your neck that had no doubt was covered in bruises. “ that greedy little cunt of yours is just swallowing my fingers up. he laughed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your heat curling his fingers and touching the perfect spot deep inside of you.

Akaashi could see your high climbing and see you so close to your first release he removed his fingers from your mouth a string of saliva trailing from his digits to you. He moved his hand down to your neglected bundle of nerves. 

Its like these boys were telepathic the way they worked so in sync working your body over. Your legs feeling weak as Bokuto fingers pistioned in and out of you. Kuroo rolling a nipple in between his teeth. His right hand gripping on to your free tit. the final straw was the light pinch kaashi gave your clit. Sending waves of pleasure over you stimulated body. a lewd moan ripping through you as your legs gave out from under you.

Bokuto's strong arms wrapping around you guiding you to the bed so you can catch your breath. Resting in the center of the bed you throw your head back chest rising from what could probably be the best orgasm you've had so far. You look up to see that the three boys had rid themselves of their clothes. standing there in front of you almost predatory. they stood there with so much confidence looking like three Greek Gods. Eyes scanning their bodies you felt your arousel growing as your eyes dropped to what each of them were packing. Eyes blown wide with lust and wonder at how you were going to take all of them. You bit your lip looking at your three lovers. Kuroo smirking at you , Akaashi had a stoic look almost emotionless but his eyes said it all they stared deep into to you with such intensity. His eyes showing just as much lust for you as you had for him. Bokuto however stood there the most mischievous grin. 

“Are you okay baby girl?” akaashi questioned.

“Yes sir “

“Good,” he climbed into the bed with you. crawling between your thighs.” then theres no need for these,” he smirk pulling you lace panties and Nekoma skirt down your legs leaving you completely bare to the boys in front you. 

Akaashi made his way over you body pinning you to the bed his hands running up you figure before he captured you in a searing kiss. your tongues struggling for dominance in which the setter quickly won the battle and ground his hard cock against you causing you to gasp from the friction. 

“She makes the pretty sounds doesnt she” Kuroo praised 

“fuck.. dont forget to share Akaashi,” bokuto smirked

“OH dont worry shes gunna take care of all of us, arent you baby,” he stated no question in his voice as he flipped the two of you. So you were now straddling his waist. 

‘ yes ,” you mumbled lost in the feeling of his hot length sliding against you clit.

Akaashi hand wound its way into your hair tugging slightly pulling you head back.

“what was that Baby Girl?” eyebrows hitch in a stern questioning look. a domineering look that cause a flood of frustration straight to your center.

“YES SIR ,” you gasped . 

“Wow kaashi you got her trained so well already,” bokuto chuckled from his new position behind you. His strong hands firmly grabbing at you plump ass. 

“Dont worry,” he said said breath hitting you as he nipped at your ear. “ were going to take good care off you too.” 

You shuddered from the promise Bo made getting lost in a frenzy of thoughts. all the different ways they could use your body. Akaashi could see the excitement you radiated. He readjusted himself his tip grazing your soaked entrance. He looked up to your eyes waiting for the reassurance you quickly gave him before pushing his head past your folds slowing pulling you farther down his length. You were lost in the beautiful sight in front of you that was stoic Akaashi Keiji eyes pressed shut, head tilted back and lip pressed between his teeth , in pleasure as he felt you tight cunt clinching around him. Finally reaching the base you shuddered from how much he stretched you.

On the other side if you you could feel Bokutos fingers now slathered in lube start to prep your second hole. “be a good slut and show me how well you take care of them,” he smirked. Directing your attention to Kuroo. Who now stood next to the three of them. His heavy dick in hand the swollen tip leaking precum.

“You ready to suck Daddys cock Kitten?” He asked patting his hot length against your face sliding it to your soft lips. leaving behind a sticky trail of precum. You open your mouth giving little kitten lick to his flushed tip staring straight into his eyes. 

“good girl,” he purred as you wrapped your lips around him. your tongue swirling around his member as you took him farther into you mouth.

“Mmmhn” you moaned around Kuroo as Akaashi started his assault on you pussy snapping his hips up. His length hitting deep inside of you. Akaashis largers hands grabbed at your cheeks pulling them further apart helping Bokuto sink two fingers into you tight whole. You choked around Kuroo as Bo breached the tight muscle.

“Fuck Kitten,” Kuroo moaned as you took him farther into you wet mouth. His right hand gripped tightly into you H/C hair as he fucked into your wide open mouth. His left hand grabbing and pinching your perky nipples. Tears prickling your eyes from the stimulation as Akaashi contiued drilling into you. “You're such a good girl.”

Akaashi was amazed as the sight in front of him. You looking so utterly helpless being attaked on all sides. He reached one of his hands up to your neck feel Kuroo hard cock sliding down you throat as you took all of him. 

You start to squeeze tight as you high started approaching. And you werent the only one . Kuroo thrust getting sloppy as he fucked deep into your face.

“im going to come Kitten,” he warned. But you continued your assault hollowing your cheeks around him finally drawing out his orgasm as he spilt his seed into your mouth . He pulled out leaving a trail of white that spilt down your chin. Ypu swallowed the load. smiling up at Kuroo. 

Your attenion brought back to your situation as Boukto pushed you forward pressing you chest into Akaashi. Giving him easy access as he started to push his tip into your prepped entrance. Kaashi slowed down his movement to better help you adjust to Bo slowly sinking farther into your ass. Both stilled allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. Akaashi took you lips into a reassuring kiss as Bokuto ran his hands down your back soothingly. 

“Are you ready Y/n,” Bokuto asked.

“Yes please move, both of you,” you gasp going stir crazy.

The boys started their movement, Moving in tandem never letting you feel empty. Your had never felt more full. Your high quickly approaching again. your walls begin closing around Akaashi and it clear he wont last much longer with how you closing around him. He sped up his thrust. moving like a man on a mission, His grip on your waist bruising as drove into you most sensitive spot driving you over the edge.

“Kaaashi,” you exclamied as your body shook from pleasure. Your heat clenched tight around his length. Pushing Akaashi into his own release painting your walls in his white seed. Your arms gave out causing you to fall into his chest. You barried your face in the crook of his neck anchoring yourself as Bokuto continued his assault from behind.

“Fuck that was hot watching your slutty pussy taking all of kaashi,” he goaded. “hows it feel being stuffed full of our cum Y/N” he continued. he looked down at his cock disappearing inside your tight ass. 

“Sht your doing such a good job being our cumslut,” he said giving your ass a hard smack. Causing you to bite into Akaashi’s neck as Bo fucked you into his best friend. Your intense orgasm building again quicker this time from the added stimulation of your previous pleasure.

“come for me one more time Y/n” bokuto commanded as he moved a hand around to your clit. Rubbing your bundle of nerves sending sparks of electricity through you body pull a scream from your overstimulated body as you came hard. Your scream alone was enough to send Bokuto into a frenzy as he fucked you through your relase before emptying himself to you. 

Nothing was heard in the room except the heavy breathing of all its occupants. Your body finally betraying you as you collasped on to the bed. Your legs shaking. 

“You did amazing Beautiful,” Bokuto said moving up to you placing a kiss to your temple smoothing your hair out of you exhausted face. Akaashi rubbed his hand soothingly over body.

“lets clean you up Kitten,” kuroo said kissing your lips once more.

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[spiral-ingoutofcontrol]

Where the Ocean is the Sky Part Four: Spider

Andy had never had any particularly strong feelings towards spiders. Bonnie Anne hated them with a burning passion. She’d almost shot Ratbeard through the foot once trying to kill a spider crawling across the deck of the Steel Heart. He hadn’t been too happy about that and would still bring it up it anytime Bonnie Anne tried to volunteer him for something stupid or dangerous. Those two drove her up the wall sometimes, especially when they started dragging the rest of the crew into their spats, but she wouldn’t trade her crew away for the world. Even if Bonnie Anne shot ten holes through the ship’s hull trying to kill spiders in the most impractical way she possibly could.

If she was here now she'd be losing her mind over the spider that was diligently spinning its web across the rafters of the dorm room that Merle had let her move into. The place was practically empty, a bed, a desk, and a small chest for her to store her things in. Not that she had much to store anyway. Andy had been surprised by the cathedral-esk ceiling and wondered if every student was treated to such a neat set up or if Merle had given her a nicer room as some sort of strange apology. ‘Sorry you got your memories erased- here are some gothic windows!’ She stretched her arms over head, trying to loosen the muscles in her back. 

Who was she kidding? They were wizards, all of the dorms definitely looked like this.

Andy rubbed her hands across her face, trying to get her body to sink into the soft mattress she’d been provided with. Something about it was just wrong. The mattress wasn’t resting on the most uncomfortable slab of plywood in the entire spiral and the room wasn’t being rocked gently back and forth by the wind. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept in a normal bed. She had a house- a big old villa tucked away from prying eyes- but she mostly used it for meetings and storing away the treasures she gained on her travels through the skyways. All of her nights were spent in the captain’s quarters on her ship, even when she was docked at her villa. She hadn’t realized how much she relied on the creaking of the ship to lull her to sleep. And now she couldn’t seem to ignore it.

Impatient and annoyed with her body, Andy sat up in bed, reaching for her boots. A late night walk wasn’t going to hurt anyone. She considered changing back into her regular clothes before going out, but she decided against it. It was the middle of the night, no one was going to be out and about, and if they were they’d just have to get over the fact that she was walking around in her pajamas.

There was something different in the air in Ravenwood. Everywhere that Nora had dragged her around to over the day had a feeling that lingered in everything that was so unlike all of the worlds that she’d been to before. It wasn’t until they walked through the tunnel leading to the school that Andy realized it was magic. It permeated everything in Wizard City, but here it was the strongest. She could taste the strength of the magic under her tongue- just like she had when she shook Nora’s hand- but instead of the sweet orange of Nora it was a metallic vanilla, something similar to Madame Vadima’s ghost potion. She wondered what caused magic to taste different. Was it the kind of spell being cast or was it the caster?

Andy wasn’t sure how she felt about all of the questions that were piling up in her head. Sure, asking any of them wouldn’t be out of line with her cover story, but it felt wrong. Of course she loved learning about new worlds and cultures- she didn’t just sail around the known universe because she liked to make money. She liked adventure. She liked to discover new things. But something felt different about this. Normally when she travelled to a new world it wasn’t with the explicit thought that she would never come back there again. Asking questions that weren’t necessary to the heist were just going to make it harder for her to do her job. Once she figured out how the hell to do it, that is.

“Late night?” Andy whipped around at the voice, feet apart and fists up, ready to throw a swing at whoever had made the mistake of sneaking up on her. “Well, aren’t you a jumpy one.”

Andy blinked slowly at the speaker. The tree with flaming eyes was smiling at her happily, clearly proud of the way that he had managed to scare her. She dropped her fists, the firelight of the branches dancing across her pale skin. “Sorry. I’m not used to-”

“To trees talking?” he offered with a bright grin. She bit her lip.

“To all of this.”

“Come,” his flames didn’t really move- at least Andy didn’t think that they really moved- but they beckoned her forward. “Tell me what’s troubling you, child.”

What exactly was she supposed to tell the magical tree? I can’t sleep because she hasn't slept in a real bed in years? The mere taste of magic in the air is keeping her awake? That she’s lying to everyone here and was worried that everything was going to fall apart the moment she tried to make her move? She was pretty sure that one was going to get her set on fire, and she could definitely do without that happening. So, she said the only other thing that she could think of.

“There’s a spider in my room.”

The tree let out a big-bellied laugh (did magical talking trees have bellies?), branches shaking as he chuckled at her made up plight. If she was actually scared of spiders she might’ve been more offended, but seeing as she was bullshitting him she didn’t mind all that much. “A mere spider keeps you awake?”

She shrugged. “I don’t like their legs.”

“Here my child,” a single burning leaf drifted down from his branches, cooling to a burnt black as it reached the ground. “Take this and spread the ashes over the threshold of your room. You won’t have to worry about spiders anymore.”

Despite the fact that the leaf had been on fire only a few moments ago, it was cool to her touch. She looked up at the tree, the leaf cradled tenderly in her hands. “Thank you.”

“Sleep well, firefly.”

His flickering voice and sweet nickname filled her with an odd sort of warmth, not dissimilar to lounging in the sun on a summer afternoon. She gave the tree a small wave before turning and heading back toward the dormitories. She didn’t really plan on crumbling the leaf to keep spiders out of her room- she really didn’t mind them enough to take such drastic measures- but she would definitely be keeping the leaf. Who knows, maybe she’d be able to use it for something later. Or maybe she could just keep it and give it to Bonnie Anne when she got back home. Ratbeard would probably appreciate not getting shot at anymore.

As she closed the door behind her, the taste of silvery vanilla disappeared from her lips, and she almost found herself missing it.

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[snapefiction]

#10. Slippery Slope - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 10 of Snapemas! I know this one is delayed but also much longer than my usual ones and completely different and it feels weird to publish smut

This one got longer than I wanted it to and more sexual than I wanted it too as well. I had no time to proof read it again. So please only read this if you're 18+. Enjoy! 

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Adult!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Mention of Violence/Pain, NSFW, Smut 18+!

Word count: 5170

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#10. Slipperly Slope Smut - Snapemas Challenge

,When I’m back at home i´ll drink a cup of tea and just relax until New Years Eve.´ Thats what kept you moving through the small alley, hidden behind the shining Shops, the crowd of people and away from the small Cafe you work at. The cold made it’s way through your clothes and you felt naked. Like the freezing air left lovebites at your legs, crawling up to your chest, over your breasts, around the shoulders down your arms- you began to freeze. 

This Winter was the worst one you ever witnessed. Actually you and the cold were friends you never got used to snow and the ice. The Sun was already setting down as you crossed the corner of the alley before walking over to the small way leading to the last few houses of this dammed edge of England. You knew no one here. You came here alone a few years ago when there was no going back to your family, to the house you grew up in or anyone else. You were left completely alone and this hole- this last spot in this Town that no one - not even the ones who were born here knew- this is where you had to make yourself a home.

Taking one last deep breath only to release a small cloud of oxygen leaving your lungs seconds after you took the steps up to the entrance of your so what called home. But when you could already imagine the warmth of the safety hitting your skin your feet slipped on one of the steps and your chest, hands, knees and almost your nose hitted against the bricks from under your feet. Out of shock your fingers let go of your keys which flew right into the drain next to your House entrance. The Ice was even more merciless than the wind who crawled into your skin earlier. Mixed with little stones and dust from the street it pressed itself into your body and left little cuts. Closing your eyes for a second you knew that you wouldn’t be able to get those keys back as they would now already swimming deep down under the surface of the street. Trying to get up you checked your Hands. One Cut at the side of your hand that tried to hold you when you slipped. Your arm hurt, but it was alright. The worst thing were your rips. It felt like someone was punching you deeply and as you slid one of your fingers over them through your thick Jacket you already had to flinch. It was bad and all you wanted was this day to end. For a short moment you thought about letting all your emotions out. Crying out of Pain, Screaming out of anger, Pleading for something that felt like love, hoping for an way out of your daily dark thoughts and a way out of this place. Or maybe just a savior to call your own. But your rational thought overtook again.

You couldn’t stay out for any longer or else you’d become sick or probably could freeze to death. Biting your Nails you thought of a solution. The windows were all locked and you couldn’t climb on the wall as your ribs hurted too bad plus it was way to slippery, your spare key got stolen weeks ago, you didn’t knew how to unlock locked doors with a hair clip or anything else that would get you into your house but calling your landlord hoping he could help you. With a checking Glance over to the house a few meters away you hoped that your neighbours where home and no serial killers. Even if they were Serial Killers, it couldn’t get any worse than how you currently live and it would be more interesting than anything that had happened to you in the last few years in general. Also you knew how to do karate- or at least you thought you knew how to do it.

Slowly getting down on your icy steps and walking over to your neighbours house you gave it a closer look. It wasn’t special, it was one of there houses that you knew that they were there but probably never truly recognised. It was dark- no, it was dirty and old. Not very trustworthy but currently your only chance. As earlier you took a deep breath again and knocked, hoping for some warmth to release your tension that had build up from the long time in the cold. At first there was no answer. A desperation build up in you. Looking on the doorbell you saw the name written on it. ,S. Snape´. You never heard this name before.

,,Mr. Snape? Mr. Snape? Could you- I need help.“ Cringing at your own words, at the fact of how vulnerable you made yourself you knocked again.

,,If I could just use your cellphone for a minute- I’m your neighbour.“ The door opened only to reveal a tall man, with dark clothes and a strict look on his face. Not to mention his shoulder length, black hair and his perfume of tea, pine and old books. Taken by his presence you only realised that he was waiting for an introduction or explanation as he raised his dark eyebrow.

,,I- I slipped on my steps and my keys erm- flew into the drain. If I could call my Landlord really quick that’d be really nice.“ Closing his eyes for a second you noticed how deep brown- almost black- is that even possible- are. ,,I won’t bother you for long.“ Promising, pleading you looked up to him. With a small Move he went to the side so you could slide in.

,,Come in.“ He added to his obvious invite. His deep voice slightly echoed through the house. Following him you tried to brush some dirt off your Jacket without crossing the area where your skin still pulsates before entering the Kitchen where he simply put a Telephone in your hands. Thanking him with a small embarrassed smile and a short nod you dialled the number. You knew the number too well by now. There was always a problem at or with the house. Something was always broken and you had to call him every two weeks by now. The beeping wouldn’t stop and your mind already knew he wouldn’t pick up today. It was too late in the evening. Biting your Lip you hung up only to feel another heavy weight laying down on your chest. ,,Thank you, Mr. Snape.“ Mumbling you looked down to the ground only to remember that this was going to be an cold night. Wiping your running nose with the side of your arm and trying to keep the upcoming tears I your eyes you made your way back to the entrance from where your neighbour had led you. ,,Merry Christmas.“ You added before offering a last devastated smile and walking over back to the Entrance of your House. Mr. Snape hasn’t said anything but replied to you Merry Christmas with an ,,You too.“ Before he quickly closed the door.

So you sat in front of your door, the Back carefully leaned against the cold wood, trying not to touch your rip and letting the tears fall. Pulling your knees as close as possible you never felt this lonely before. The Tears rolled over your puffy cheeks which were also the last warm thing on you. What were you supposed to do but drown yourself in sorrow already? Never before has a Christmas be as bad as this one. Minutes passed and the last thing that came into your mind was sneaking back to work after everyone left. Until the cafe closed you still had a couple of hours to wait so you could sneak in from one of the windows that wasn’t working properly anymore. Sighing you now wiped your eyes. The cold was unbearable and just painful by now. Laying your head on your knees you hoped to hide from the falling snow that became heavier and heavier by now. But instead it made you almost fall asleep. You were just tired, your eyes so heavy and your mind so lost. A slumber almost reached you until you heard snow crunch in front of you. Weakly looking up you saw Mr. Snape. In his tall hands he held a patterned Blanket. ,,Would you like to come in? You’ll freeze to death out here.“ He was right. Your fingers were about to turn blue and until the cafe closed you were probably taken by the cold. With much caution he opened the Blanket to pull it over your shoulders and helped you up. Your feet hurt by now too, everything did. As Mr. Snape noticed your trembling he held his arm around you.

,,Let me help you.“ Drained you let him lead you, back into his house, through his kitchen in front of his cabin. Across of the Sofa he sat you on you saw a small reflection of yourself. Your lips were blue and not rosy anymore. This is where life has brought you. Taking a deep breath you leaned your head against the sofa. Taking in the sudden warm you are more and more tired. As the warmth hit your freezing skin you could feel little thunders hitting your skin and the storm inside of your growling. Too exhausted to care you drifted asleep.

As he sat the nameless woman down on his couch he instantly knew he had to warm her up. Make some tea, get more blankets, maybe something to eat too? But as he brought her a tea he noticed that she had fallen asleep by now. Silently he spoke a few Spells to make her feel better soon before getting back to the kitchen. Severus looked at the painting hanging above his fridge.

,,Lily, what the hell am I supposed to do?“ He whispered overwhelmed at the red haired woman. She just rolled his eyes.

,,She was almost freezing , maybe help her warm up? Ugh, you fought the dark lord and have no idea of how to treat humans. Kind of funny.“ Angrily he shot at her with an angry Glare. She was his best friend and knew perfectly fine how to pick up on him.

,,Genius.“ He mumbled sarcastically as he took out one of his pots out of his cupboards to warm up a chicken soup. Turning on the stove he scratched his collar only to reach the spot where Nagini left this deep scar. Whenever he heard someone mention the dark lord he had this feeling to itch his scar. It became an uncomfortable habitat.

,,You really need to work on your social anxiety. It’s been a few years by now.“ Lily now spoke softer and followed his steps with her eyes in worry.

,,Yes, seven to be exact but as you may have seen I opened the door to someone and let her in.“ Taking out his wand to do the rest of the cooking he pressed his lips together. Merlin, he loved his best friend but she could grow quite annoying sometimes.

,,Fine. Just be nice, okay? It was hard enough to get you open that door so you can at least be polite. She’s really not doing well.“ Again she was worried but now over that girl laying on the couch still wrapped in blankets and her winter jacket.

,,I am as always ,nice´.“ Severus now spoke, filled some soup in a small bowl, signed her to be quite and walked into his living room again.

Setting down the bowl he stood there awkwardly. Should he speak to her? Tap her shoulder? Let her sleep? He decided to clear his throat and watch her slowly wake up. Looking at her red puffy eyes made him feel sorry for his incompetence to let her stay from the moment she knocked on his door.   Collecting his words and building an sentence with everything he wanted to say he sat down on the small armchair to her right.

,,I made you soup.“ A poet. You’re a literal Poet, Severus. Dumbass he thought to himself before pointing at the Bowl in front of her. Again she just smiled shyly and kept her glance low from him. He’d really like to see her eyes. What colour were they exactly?

,,Thank you.“ Her hoarse voice made him remember the Tea he made for her. He brewed a new Kettle for her. Peppermint Tea. He always drinks black tea but for her he almost crawled into his cupboard only to find the last bag of peppermint tea. He again moved in his chair only to push the cup closer to her.

,,It’s Peppermint.“ Every inch of creativity has obviously left his Body, he thought to himself. Maybe ask about her day, he could almost hear Lilys Voice in the back of his Head. Well it must have been a bad one if she sat crying in front of her door and almost froze to death. Ask her something. Something creative. Thousands of Thoughts ran though his mind but non made him comfortable so he chosed the first one he could catch.

,,D- Do you like dogs?“ His voice trembled. The prettiest Girl he had met in a eternity was sitting in front of him and he asked her about-.. dogs?

You had to keep yourself together not to burst out laughing. Your Mouth almost couldn’t keep the warm tea in your mouth as you though about this terribly random question and your lips arched into a smile. Swallowing the sip you still ha din your mouth you nodded before placing the cup back down.

,,Actually, yes, I do. And what about you?“ Nodding he clasped his hands together visibly nervous.

,,I never had one but someone at my Work, Hagrid, had this huge dog. He was kind of precious. Scary but precious.“ Blinking a few times you tried to follow his intentions. Probably he was just trying to start some smalltalk. The mysterious scary man I just met a few hours ago invites me in to offer me soup and talk about dogs? Well, you loved dogs so that wasn’t the issue. It was just that his random kindness surprised you and totally caught you off guard.

,,Thank you again, Mr. Snape. That’s too kind of you.“ His tension eased and he took a deep breath.

,,My name is YN, by the way. YN YLN.“ You added before taking another sip. This Tea was terribly sweet. You preferred black tea to be honest but at this moment everything was perfect.

,,Severus. My Name is Severus.“ Smiling you ate the last spoonful of Soup before sitting back again.

,,Would you mind if I use your Bathroom before I leave?“

,,Leave? I thought you lost your keys?“ His Surprise was clearly to see.

,,Well, yes. I still need to find a place for tonight. I thought about staying at my working place that should be fine.. I guess.“ Your insecurity was clearly visible.

,,You can stay here.“ Scratching his throat he looked at you. ,,If you want to, of course.“ There was something in the way he looked at you, you knew he cared. And you’re not gonna lie, you weren’t hyped up about walking back all the way into the city just to maybe get into the crappy Cafe. Severus seemed trustworthy enough to stay the night, you told yourself and instantly hoped so.

,,Thank you again.“ Breathing out you felt release on your chest. The Ribs still hurt but the psychic stress eased a bit up. Thankfully for his offer you took off your jacket. Your skin wasn’t as cold as early anymore. Severus guided you to the Bathroom down the floor and could finally inspect your wounds on your ribs. Closing the door you quickly pulled up the shirt from the side only to reveal dark purple skin. ,,Shit.“ It was worse than you anticipated. Pulling your shirt back down again you now inspected your arms. You were okay. After the Holidays you should seek a Doctor but for now you couldn’t do anything but try to ignore this huge bruise. After using the Toilet you tried to wash your face. There was still some dirt above your eyebrow but you couldn’t move down. The Pain took your breath away.

,,Is everything okay?“ You heard Severus asking from the outside of the door. Opening the door you smiled at him awkwardly. ,

,Yes, sorry for taking do long I was just trying to wash my face.“ Confused he nodded and walked into the Bathroom only to give you a washcloth and a towel. ,,Take your time.“ Deciding whether her whether not to tell him you gave in.

,,It’s not about that. I tried to do it in the sink but..“ You moved your shirt up so he could see the bruise which even led over to your Back. He scrunched his face in empathy. ,,From slipping on the Steps?“ He asked more silently. ,,Uh huh.“ He signed you to sit on the rim of the Bathtub. ,,Let me get something really quick.“ He mumbled as his tall legs carried him away fastly. Waiting for him you firstly noticed how simple his house was. He had almost no personal items standing around. - Is this a sign for someone to be a serial Killer or was he just a minimalist or something? Wondering about his Edgy Style you almost didn’t hear him coming back. Holding two vials in his hands he gave you the green one. ,,If you let a few drops run over the Bruise it’ll be gone almost instantly.“

Instantly? He must be very convinced of his little medicine slime. Not really convinced you just agreed and pulled your shirt up again. He watched you opening the vial. ,, A few drops would do it.“

,,Could you help me? I can’t raise my arm that high I guess.“ Shyly he firstly hesitated but then took the vial back in his big hand. You liked his hands. They matched him well. Tall, Slender but pretty- for hands.

,,Ready?“ He asked and you nodded to signal him to start. Seconds later you felt something dripping over your Bruise. Even this small contact hurt. A slight Burn was felt and then it vanished. Confused you looked down. The Bruise was gone. ,,How does this work? I don’t understand?“ Turning back to Severus you noticed how he just smiled simply.

,,I told you it works wonders.“ Getting up to look in the Mirror you inspected it closely. Even the Lotion vanished.

,,What is this?“ As you attempted to walk back to him you almost bumped into him but could stop a few centimetres away from him.

,,It’s Bruisewort Balm.“ His deep voice left goosebumps on your skin. Severus was confusing you but also in a good way. Where were your Thoughts again? Today was the worst day you had in years and now all you could think about this tall black haired man in front of you. You thought he was pretty when you saw him earlier but now he was way more attractive. ,,I can help you with your cut hand as well.“ You felt the vibrations of his chest against yours. Did you got closer? Were you imagining it? As you didn’t answer he gently took your Hand in his. Again he opened the small vial and let a few drops fall on the wound. Your eyes were locked with the sight of his eyes as you didn’t even cared what he did. ,

,Staring is not very polite.“ He said low looking back to you as he finished healing your hand. Blushing you tried to look at something else but him but couldn’t find anything but his chest. ,,I’m Sorry.“ His fingers now took your chin in his Hand. Making you look up at him again.

,,What’s on your mind?“ Was he serious? His eyes wanders over your face scanning for any bruises. Breathing heavier you tried to think of something to say. Saying ,You, Mr.´ would be inappropriate, would it? Raising his Eyebrow you wondered if you said that loud. Your chin still between his fingers he got a little bit closer to you.

,,Use your words.“  He said demanding in an almost growling tone. This whole Situation made your knees weak. How could this shy man turn into such a  demanding one so quickly? Your thoughts were now racing in an incredible speed. He demanded the Truth? He’ll get the Truth.

,,About you, Mr. Snape.“ Not knowing why you didn’t call him by his Forename you bit your lip. His eyes wandered down your face, following the movements of your lips only to look back into your eyes. His Hand wandered down your side only to remain above your hip. You knew too well how this would end or at least you hoped it would end the way you thought it would. Feeling him so close you wished for nothing more but to feel his lips on yours. Feel him touching the places that were longing for him so badly.

,,Tell me what you want to do, Y/N.“ He whispered in your ear now. ,,What you want me to do.“ He added as he placed a small kiss on your neck right under your ear. Your chest was rising even faster now. Did he knew which effects these words had on you? Impatiently you waited for him to kiss you again. It didn’t matter where. If it was your cheek, chest, neck or your lips. But you needed it now.

,,Kiss me.“ His eyes looked into yours again. He raised his other hand only to let his thumb brush over your lower lip. His eyes always stayed on you. Licking his lip he slightly shook his head.

,,You have to ask nicely.“ He teased and his hand which touched your lip made its way to your neck. He held you close and there was no where else you’d want to be right now.

,,Please. Kiss me, Please.“ Smirking he got so close you could feel his nose slightly touching your cheek.

,,How polite.“  Was the last mumble he let out before his rosy Lips carefully touched yours only to deepen the kiss a few seconds after. A small Moan left your mouth. Feeling his lips curling into another smile again you had to smile too. Your chest was tingling and your body felt burning. Burning for more but he only let go. Desperate for his touch you only watched him letting go of you. Did you do something wrong? His long statue left the Bathroom. You stood there frozen, this time it was a different type of frozen as earlier. Turning to the mirror you quickly checked your look. Your Pupils were widened, your lips plump and you felt like everyone could see what type of thoughts you have about this man right now. Not thinking twice you followed him. ,,Severus-“ but he sat on the Armchair again. With a Book in his hands he looked like this wasn’t just happening while you stood in the doorframe and your panties were soaked only because of him.  He didn’t even respond to you calling his name. Getting back on the couch you just looked at him.  How he turned the page of the green, golden book. How his eyes scanned the sentences. How his shoulders leaned against the soft cushion of the armchair.

,,Severus?“ You repeated hoping for any type of attention. He lowered the book and his eyes darted yours waiting for your Question.  ,,Why did you leave?“ He raised the book again and began to spoke. ,

,I don’t want you to regret this.“ Regret? You shook your head.

,,I won’t.“ As if he didn’t hear it he continued reading. ,,Also, I’m probably not your type.“ He talked about everything you had in mind like it was the weather.

,,I think you’re my type.“ Trembling you were just whispering. He lowered the Book again only to lay it in his lap. ,

,Do you even know what type I am talking about?“ ,,You mean .. demanding?“ Trying not to laugh he nodded. ,,Demanding.“ He agreed using the words you used.

,,Please.“ You pleaded. Severus did something to you you couldn’t explain.

,,If you really want this you have to follow orders.“ Blindly you’d agree to anything he’d say.

,,I will.“ The excitement inside of you grew. What was he going to do to you?

,,On your Knees then.“ He just said and watched you slide from the couch on your knees. Smirking he got up and got closer to you. ,,Look up.“ He wasn’t speaking nicely anymore. It was just demands. His Hand took your chin in his hand again. This time it was more harsh but it made you only wanting more. ,,If you want me to stop, you’ll ask me to stop by my forename. Only then it’s Severus to you. Until we’re done its Mr. Snape. Understand?“ Your Heart was almost jumping out of your chest. You could feel the impatience between your legs only grow.

,,Understood, Mr. Snape.“ His eyes looked up and down and you again.

,,Now get up again and tell me what you want me to do to you?“ Getting up you noticed his Bulge growing.

,,I- I“ you stuttered. His Eyebrow arched up. He waited for you patiently. ,,I want to please you, Mr. Snape.“

His strict expression always faded whenever you worded your wishes. Even if he knew what was on your mind he loved how shy you were about it. Sitting down on the couch he looked up and down on you again. He had to hold him together not to take out his dick and just fuck you mindlessly. But he just tapped on his lap. Y/N sat down on him instantly.

,,Good Girl.“ Mumbling he placed kissed down her neck again. Sloppy ones, the type that would leave marks. Again she began to moan. It was like music to his ears. Her beautiful voice longing for him to touch her more, give her more of him. His mouth wandered down towards her chest only to be stopped by the edge of her Pullover. ,,Arms up, Kitten.“  He pulled up her Pullover only to reveal a lace bra. A deep Moan he has been holding for a few moments now finally left his Throat. His Dick throbbed against the fabric of his trousers. She must’ve felt it as she began to slightly rub her hip against him. His Mouth connected itself with her chest again. Biting carefully, kissing softly. Taking her breasts in his hands, cupping them completely only to make her moan louder as he pinched her nipples through the thin white lace.

,,Take it off.“ Quickly she followed his orders.  He loved it whenever she’d do as he told her. Watching her revealing herself to him, grinding on his lap, slowly kneading her own breasts only for him to see he couldn’t help himself but thinking this must’ve been a dream. ,,YN, get up again.“ Her cheeks were so reed from all the stimulation she got from him, her eyes now wide open fearing she did something wrong. But as her shaking legs made her stand in front of Severus she knew she was more than just alright. His Hands wandered over her Breasts again. Pinching them, kissing them and letting his tongue slowly run over them. As his Mouth laid on one nipple his hand touched the other one. Whenever she moaned he would go harder, it would motivate him. Making him eager to bite lightly into them and then suddenly let go of her only to pull down her Jeans and make her undress completely for him. For his hungry eyes and dark thoughts. As her Panties hit the ground he could see how soaked they were. Quickly Severus pointed to the ground where she kneeled down again. He slowly opened the Button of his Pants. Pushing the clothes to his ankles he hissed as she without waiting or thinking about it begun to suck him off. Shyly she only took the Tip in at first. He gave her some Time but then carefully pressed her Head down further. He was already hard and had to take care that he wouldn’t cum right away. Her pretty eyes and the way she talked to him drove him crazy. Softly her tongue swirled around his member and it was too much for him. ,,Get on my lap again.“ Quickly she did as she was told only to slide down on his dick. ,,Ride it.“ Her innocent eyes could make him cum without she would have to touch him. Slowly she got up and down. YN´s Moaning was filling the room. Severus pinched her nipples again, her plump lips were almost begging to be kissed. She was a goddess. Without thinking about it he did it. Kissing her lips he felt like she was demanding now. He’d do anything for her at this point. Just the elegant way she rode his dick so well made him moan again.

,,Mr. Snape, I- I´m close.“ Huffing he looked her in the eyes again. ,,Close to what, baby? You need to use full sentences.“ She moaned even louder now. His Mouth again teasing her nipples. ,,I´m close- close to cum-m.“ He held her sides to guide her up and down by now. She was getting more and more exhausted. Her thrusts became more and more sloppy. ,,Then cum with me, will you?“ Y/N nodded.  ,,Yes, Mr. Snape.“ Her head hung on his shoulder as she was humming, making him hear her moans even closer and even more louder.  That was the last thing it took him to cum. Filling her up, closing his eyes enjoying the intimacy.  When they were done she didn’t got up instantly but waited a few seconds.

You felt his Arms holding you as his breathes hit your shoulder. Smiling you looked up at him again and pushed a few strains of hair out of his face. Daring to kiss him you felt so close to him, you never felt this intimacy before. It was a small but beautiful kiss before you slowly got up again and hurried to the bathroom to clean yourself. Severus instead just put on his Pants again and took off his long Pullover. There was no Time for that earlier. Smirking he walked into the kitchen so he could at least offer you a cup of tea.

,,You’re disgusting. Couldn’t you do that in your Bedroom?“ Lily grunted and made herself and Severus just laugh.

,,Oh shut it, Lily. You just could’ve changed the Painting. Now shh, Y/N´s coming back.“  She rolled her eyes and went back to her pose. Only to watch her best friend getting known to his future girlfriend.

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[yandere-sins]

Since your request's open, I was wondering if you could do a geralt yandere where he's in a village with darling, when the pair sees a pregnant couple. Darling makes the mistake of gushing over how lovely couple looks and how their child would look just as lovely. Geralt then takes this as darling wanting a child of their own. Since witchers can't technically have children, this frustrates him and makes him go a little feral back at home and just breeds darling into oblivion.

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Rated Lemon

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You were no newbie to the topic of sex. And surely no rookie to the feeling of Geralt’s cock buried inside you.

Still, he usually wasn’t as ferocious as he was that night. You two barely made it back to a tavern, his hands constantly all over you, grasping at what his gloved fingers could reach. Throwing you over his shoulder and navigating Roach into a designated spot, he only grunted, “Room,” at the innkeeper, throwing way too many coins into his direction before staggering upstairs in the next best private room with an open door.

Geralt was many things. A witcher most of the time, murderer to some. You’re always doting, a little possessive partner usually, and on some nights a lover. He’d never let you become what he was, but you were thankful for the guidance that he gave you after you traveled so long to meet him. To you, he was a legend, somewhat of a hero - even if other people didn’t see in him what you saw.

Perhaps, you were a little blinded by the holiness of traveling with the person you were praising to the heavens and back. Maybe it would have done you good to see the truth more clearly, realize what really was going on. It’s not like the love and admiration you felt was something you expected him to reciprocate, but you liked to imagine that the hints he showed you were his form of affection only for you. He cared, always keeping other people who gave you lecherous sideglances a good scare. And despite you being a burden and sometimes too rowdy for the companion of a witcher, he did his best to keep you around.

Surely you could do without getting strapped to Roach ever so often, so that he could keep you where you were and not follow him into dangerous areas. And admittedly, he took your words a bit too serious sometimes, buying you whatever you deemed ‘fancy’ and taking more than the usual odd job to pay for it. You also really couldn’t remember a night anymore without him watching you falling asleep, laying on top of you all night, and then greeting you even before you opened your eyes. It was intense some nights, where you insisted on sleeping on the floor or at least as far away as the bed allowed, Geralt just sighing and pulling you closer again. A war of tug that only ended with you back in his arms, suffocating by his embrace, standing no chance against muscles and knowledge of what would make you subdue to his strength.

Geralt also tended to misunderstand you - a lot. That morning you had sighed longingly at a small family of three, so happy as they taught the little toddler to walk. Not like you wanted a child or a to settle down, but you might have joked about how cute it would be if the two of you did build a family of your own someday. Had you known it would have caused the pressure in his pants, your hips grinding against his as he turned around and urged Roach back to a city with an inn, you would have worded it more carefully for sure.

But this way, you were out of options other than complying. Geralt always had a need for efficiency, and he usually did not waste time on minor things. While he still worked to strip himself out of gear and armor, his fingers were already tugged under your undies, freeing one leg of any hindrance like clothes. Part of you was well aware of what was happening, but it felt different than usual. Latest by the force he tugged at your ankle as you tried to move up the bed and make some space for him, you knew this wasn’t what you could expect from laying with him.

Parting your legs, this clearly wasn’t the love-making you were used to, glove barely off his fingers as he pushed his digits in to test the waters. You flinched, self-lubrication being a wonder of nature, but not always the most reliable form of self-help. Reaching for his wrist, you tried to pry him out again when his second hand snaked behind your neck, pushing you forward and against his lips, rough and demanding.

He at least changed the number of fingers to one as he pumped it in and out of you, trying to arouse his hole. Still wearing more clothes than usual, the fabric brushing up against your thighs with the harshness of worn-out cotton, sending stings of pleasure up your nerves. His hair fell in your face, and before you knew it, you were breathing him in more than you were getting air to supply your body with, falling victim to the man.

When he finally laid you down, you were enticed with his touches, seduced by the feeling of his lips and tongue crawling down your skin from your lips to your collarbones, nipping at your shoulder. Hands came up to caress your nipples, pushing the annoyance that was your shirt aside for access. You couldn’t notice the goosebumps that appeared on his skin when your first moan escaped you, no one else but you bringing this kind of tickle over him these days. It was a desirable sound, urging him on, telling him that what he was doing was right, and he was quick to free his stiff member from his trousers, having waited long for the meal you were to his troubled desires.

Because truth be told, after all this time, you were only the fourth person ever to bring quite this joy into his life. And Geralt was planning to taste as much as possible from it. His rational brain told him that the idea you had put into his head was absurd, but maybe the faintest hint of hope came from his heart, that, perhaps, he might get you pregnant if he tried hard enough.

When his hips approached yours, your legs willingly parted further, though the feeling of his tip entering you still forced you to whine. Luckily, he was well-endowed, but with your body calling out that something wasn’t right, you weren’t quite ready to accept him yet. Most of the time, you were at least a bit drunker than that night. One time you two did it to get rid of an awful spell when one of his potions broke. There was always something to relax you - just this time, you were bareback and well aware.

Not heeding your ragged breaths, he forced himself inside, groaning over the tightness of your cunt as he spread your walls. You bit your lip in the weirdest feeling of pain and pleasure, legs flinching as if they were ready to kick him off. This feeling was new, and you weren’t all to sure you liked just how little he seemed to care as he began to pull out and push in right away. Hands pushing against his chest, you pleaded for him to give you a moment, his movements hurting you internally. “H-Hold on, give me a moment!”

But no matter how hard you gripped the shirt he was wearing, Geralt didn’t slow down, much less stopped. Forced to fold your arm, the witcher leaned down, bodies rubbing together, and stealing your breath as he kissed you again, tongue slipping in. It only got more unbearable as he caged you in between his arms on both sides, stinging eyes looking down at you, showing you your miserable reflection, an expression on your face that clearly wasn’t as willing as it sounded when you did a half-moan, half-sob.

However, no matter your attempts to stop him, he wasn’t one to stray away, too deep in it, and in you, to stop anymore. In an inefficient wiggle to get free, you heard the low rumble of a groan in his chest, followed by a couple pulsating pushes into you. Before you knew it, he shifted, pushing himself even deeper inside of you. Warm spurts of hot cum shot right into insides, coating your walls, adding some fake lubrications to the already irritated flesh.

You were relieved once he took a few breaths and proceeding to sit up again, thinking it was over. But the sudden grip on your thighs was something you did expect, and you struggled as he pushed your legs back, never having excited your pussy completely. Legs over his shoulders, he used them to continue to fuck you, holding on to them roughly with his fingers digging into your skin.

Geralt’s cock slit in and out easier of you now, cum bubbling on your entrance and spurting out with every hard thrust he did. Altering his technique a little, he started to grind his cock into you, his tip pushing up against your abdomen and low into your bowels, making you squeal whenever he managed to hit a new and sensitive spot.

“W-Wait, at least give me a break!” you demanded, but his answer was an inaudible mutter, followed by his grunts and the smacking sound of your hips. You were given no break as you couldn’t help a toe-curling orgasm as his member forced it’s way up to your cervix, kissing the entrance with force upon every push into you.

In the blink of an eye, Geralt spun you around, a moan escaping you as he gripped your asscheeks hard, pulling your entrance smack against the end of his shaft. With force and diligence, he wiggled his way forward into you, knowing that if he wanted to make any difference, he had to bring his semen as far as he could. Your body too recognized the breeding position, but you were to weak to resist under him, victim to his hips smacking and grinding into you, cock threatening to burst its way into your womb. And at least the hot strings of cum managed to get inside, despite if they’d impregnate you or not.

“Don’t say you didn’t want this,” he mumbled into your ear as he hovered over you, giving you little personal space or time before he resumed his grinding. Lips pressed down your shoulders, smothering them in pecks and kisses while you rode the waves of pleasure. “You know I’d do anything for you. You shouldn’t test me by saying you want a family.”

All he needed to do was pull you up by your arm to turn you onto your back again, satisfied eyes watching him through the shine of tears. “Next time, just be honest if you want to be bred so badly, no need to hide it behind the idea of a family that you know we can’t have.”

It was a low effort to slip into you again, your walls instantly clenching down hard on the overstimulation. “I-” he grunted, pulling your hips onto his, not minding the bruises his hands will leave on your skin. “-would do anything for you. Just say the word.”

And with his final orgasm, Geralt finally pulled out, having to watch all his effort slowly beginning to drip out and stain the rented bedsheets. Maybe, so he thought, plugging you up and hoping for a wonder would do well, your abdomen lovingly swollen under the multiple cumshots he had put into you. Reaching for an empty glass bottle for his potions, he pulled out the cork in it, opening up your hole with two fingers before slipping it inside under the weak protest of your mouth that ended in a sigh.

You were pulled snug against his body as he settled down next to you, taking a sip of wine he found at the bedside table, and making a mental note to give another tip to the innkeeper later just so you two wouldn’t be damned for all eternity. But with a sense of satisfaction did he watch the little swelling under your tummy, caressing it with his hand under your shallow gasps. Kissing your temple, he pulled a blanket over you, happy with just holding you in his arms that night while you lost conscience. You were unable to think for yourself anymore as you sighed in his hold, just relieved to have someone to lean on after going through such a carousel of emotions, unsure how you two would be able to proceed after experiencing this.

Unsure if he had other plans with you, once you woke up again even.

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[ddarkhours]

Special Birthday Gift; Lee Minho

Sub!MinhoxFem!reader; pegging and light bondage

word count: 1765; proofread: i think so; requested?: yes!! my first request:3 a/n: please lmk if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes!

Minho gave you a look, thigh tensing under your hand, but you weren’t doing anything wrong, just wanted to be close to your boyfriend. His mind, on the other hand, began to wander. His members were talking amongst themselves, full from the meal and finishing up the remainder of their drinks and desserts. “You okay?” You tightened your grip on his leg, the boy seemingly zoned out of the action taking place at the table, nobody else seemed to notice, keeping the steady flow of their conversation. “Yeah ‘m fine, just got lost in thought” it wasn’t like him and you both knew, in fact, his mind was preoccupied with how to ask you for a birthday present he didn’t know how you’d react to. The thought of what he wanted you to do to him was making his blood rush downwards, his jeans beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. Soon the waiter was called and you paid for the meal and everyone slowly stood up to leave. Goodbyes and well wishes were spoken, exiting the restaurant to feel the cool autumn air hit the parts of your skin your clothes didn’t cover. The boys waved as they turned the street corner, in turn making you smile and wave back, thanking them for coming to surprise Minho for his birthday.

Minho snaked his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder “Y/n.. Can I ask you for a special birthday gift?” you could see the vapor from his breath next to your face, you hummed affirmatively “I want you to tie me up.. And I want you to fuck me with a toy” Your heart was racing at this point, and his wasn’t too far behind, even through the thick material of the jackets you wore, you could still feel his heart pounding. “Do you want me to buy you some things? Why don’t you go home and get ready for me hm?” thrilled, the boy leapt in front of you, his cheeks and ears turning pink, giving you a kiss before walking off in the direction of your shared apartment, it being not too far from the restaurant you had just left. You smiled to yourself, walking in the direction of the nearest “toy shop” already thinking of what to get your boyfriend for his special gift. Mentally preparing yourself on the way, you had never gone to a store like this in person before, but there’s a first for everything, you thought.

To your surprise the experience at the sex shop wasn’t as awkward as you were expecting, sure, telling a complete stranger that you wanted something to peg your boyfriend with was slightly weird, but the employee at the store was very enthusiastic about helping you find what you would like the most. You ended up leaving the store with 2 new toys to try, and a whole lot of rope, all wrapped up nicely in a purple gift bag.

Clothes are thrown off as soon as you enter the apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door as you immediately attack your boyfriend with kisses all over his neck. The boy welcoming the warm contact, the thought of what was going to happen already having him tight in his pants. You made your way into your bedroom, tossing off what undergarments that remained, leaving him completely exposed to you. The boy was so eager, his kisses getting messier and more desperate, whines leaving his lips whenever you’d lose contact for even a second. You pulled away, clicking your tongue when he tried to pull you back on his lap “Nuh-uh baby, now I have to tie you up all pretty remember?” he sat still on the edge of the bed as you got the rope from the purple bag you had bought not too long ago. You crawled behind him, tying the rope before slipping his wrist in the two knots “too tight?” you pulled on the rope to bind his hands together “feels okay” his voice was trembling with excitement but he stayed patient. “Lay back for me” Minho did as told, using his legs to push himself further up the bed, letting you tie him to the bed frame. You took more rope, this time tying each of his thighs and calves together before tying them to the bed posts, giving you full access to his hole and cock. With each knot and tug at the rope his dick would twitch, whining at some particularly tight ties. “Please touch me Y/n?” his voice was small, his plea coming out as a question.

You sat down on the corner “please tell me in time if something goes too far okay?” he nodded, mind cloudy enough that he almost forgot his safe words “I’m green right now, please Y/n” his confirmation was enough, finally you took out the lube and blue double sided vibrator and the smaller bullet one you had bought. Minho threw his head back, whining at the sight of his new presents. “Be patient baby” you opened the lube, pouring some over your fingers and his hole. You brought your fingertips to him, teasing his entrance, giving him goosebumps and leaving him shuddering. “Ready?” he whined, nodding only wanting more of your touches. You slowly pushed one finger in, making sure you didn’t hurt him. He whined when you pushed another digit in pressing it against his gland, his cock bouncing on it’s own with every one of your movements. You took his dick in your other hand, playing with his tip while you fingered him. The boy was in bliss, his hands pulling at the rope wanting to touch you in some way. “Want more” finally you took the toy, pouring more of the clear gel over it, turning it on and teasing his hole with it “Tell me how good it feels Minnie” you cooed, “Ahh Y/n it feels so, so good.. Please Y/n fuck me, fuck me with it” He was so turned on it was almost painful, his chest was starting to move faster, his breath heavy even from the minimal contact, he didn’t need to ask you twice.

You took the toy and slipped it inside of yourself with ease, momentarily shivering from the vibrations of it. You rubbed it against him a few times before pushing in all the way. The boy cried out, throwing his head back and biting his lip to try to hold back any more of the sinful noises that escaped his throat. You moved your hips back before plunging the toy into him fully. You found a slow rhythm that made his head spin, his dick leaking more precum onto his stomach with each thrust of your hips. His back was arching off the bed and his breathing got rapid “Y/n please, I’m gonna cum” He cut himself off with a moan “Can I cum? Please let me cum” he threw out every plea he could think of, his orgasm fast approaching. You sped up your pace if only a little “Cum for me Minnie, I want you to cum untouched” he cried out, his muscles flexing as he pulled against the rope, white liquid pooling onto his belly from his twitching cock. “That’s fucking right baby” you massaged his balls, easing him off his first high. Minho was out of breath, sweat already covering his forehead. “Y/n still green, want more” he choked out a moan, you took the other smaller vibrator, turning it on and pressing it against the head of his cock and speeding up your hips, the movements of the toy inside of both of you were eliciting loud moans from you. It didn’t take him long to reach his second orgasm, cum spewing from his dick rubbing against his tummy in a mix of his own cum and lube under the pressure of the vibrator, whining and wriggling under you, his legs pulling at the restraints to no avail. His squirts of cum all but stopped. “Feels so good.. Gonna-” he didn’t have time to finish his sentence as more cum oozed out of his tip from the assault on the sweet spot behind the head of his cock. The sight of him like this almost sent you over the edge, but you were trying to hold yourself off for him. He was spent, heaving and body glistening from various fluids.

“One more” he begged “ One more inside of you Y/n, I wanna be inside of you” you were surprised at how many he could take, concern falling over you “Minnie are you sure? We can stop here if you want?” “No please, still green, I wanna be inside of you, I wanna feel you cum too” you couldn’t protest, you were so close to cumming and with him begging and whining for you like this, you weren’t gonna deny him of what he wanted. You took the toy out of yourself and grabbed his shaft, aligning his tip with your pussy, your slick making it easy for you to sink down onto him. He moaned out with tears brimming his eyes, “Kiss me?” he was so precious. You smiled, leaning forward to him, engulfing his lips in a kiss and tasting his moans on your tongue. His head desperately followed yours for more contact, not letting you break the kiss.  Your orgasm was building up for so long, everytime you would lower yourself on his dick your clit would brush against his skin sending shockwaves through your tummy. “Baby cum with me”. The vibrator in his ass combined with you squeezing around him, he let his fourth orgasm wash over him, letting you suck on his tongue and whining in your mouth while you rode out your highs.

Once you calmed down, stood up and turned off the vibrator, giving him a “Sorry” when you pulled it out of him, making him wince at the overstimulation, it only taking its effect now. “Thank you Y/n” he had his eyes closed while you were cleaning up his stomach and untying him, rubbing your hands over and kissing the red marks on his hands and legs. “You did so good baby” He immediately curled up after he was completely freed from the rope. “Do you wanna take a bath and cuddle and watch a movie?” he smiled fondly, liking the idea but only being able to nod, tiredness overtaking his body. “Okay baby I’ll go run you a bath”

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[mommymooze]

Sleep Doctor

Hubert X Reader. Warning: blood war violence, rudeness, bad dreams

You are often compared to Mercedes, both of you are talented in healing, as well as both of you have doting, motherly personalities. Both of you are nurturing, protective, supportive, bakers of treats, a trusted confidante.

There are differences of course. Her faith is in the goddess, yours is in the human spirit. Your reason magic is powerful as well. You don’t have a creepy brother, just a lazy sister. You cook delicious meals, you love brewing potions and concoctions. While she is laid back and chill, you are assertive and firm. You give advice and then enforce it.

Mercedes suggests that someone get more sleep, rest, take their time to recover. Maybe gently remind them after a few days if she stills sees dark circles under their eyes. You tell them they need more sleep and that you will be waiting for them at their room to make certain they sleep that night and perhaps the next two or three nights.

Linhardt enjoys sharing duties as the healer for the Black Eagles Strike force with you. His favorite taunt is to use your name as a threat. “If you do not rest that leg and let it heal, I will advise (y/n) of the situation.” Everyone is quite aware that Emperor Edelgard fully supports your extremely strict and regimented methods to ensure that the Strike Force is in tip top condition.

One of your pet peeves is finding injuries long after a battle is over. Linhardt will only leave his minor wounds untreated if he is too tired to get to it. Dorothea does very well seeking treatments promptly. Petra has a great understanding of the responsibility of your body being a temple and to keep it in constant repair. Bernadetta only hides injuries if she feels that she has made a mistake and tries to use it as self-punishment. Caspar is highly maintained and checked by Lin, so he’s in great shape. Emperor Edelgard is preened by the healers every time she returns, to make sure not the tiniest scratch is left unattended lest she get an infection. Ferdinand does frequent the healers, however he has been known to often get infections, not understanding the seriousness of the smaller, less important wounds he has received in the germ and disease filled conditions of war.

Then there is Hubert. He stands and gives reports to his Lady, while his own blood is pooling at his feet. His mindset is Duty Before All Else. Immediately upon arrival from a mission, he must report to Emperor Edelgard, then he may stop by the infirmary, but more likely will return to his tent or quarters and write his reports of the mission results.

At first you try reasoning with him. Advising him he is losing enough blood that by the time his report is finished his body is completely exsanguinated. You attempt to physically remove him from the Command tent and he strikes you with magic. Trial and error provides the answer for your most successful method of treating the irritatingly stubborn man. Healing him upon his arrival, during his report to the Emperor upon his return. The moment Hubert warps to her tent you are summoned from the infirmary. Your materials already await you in the command tent.

“Stand over here on these towels.” You order the dark mage.

“I must present my report…” Hubert angrily chastises you.

“I tire of my carpets being stained, do as she says.” Edelgard orders, he complies.

You remove his cape, cravat, and outer coat. You stand behind him as he is advising the Emperor of his latest completed duties in the never-ending effort to win the war for the Empire. You in turn untuck his white and red stained shirt from his pants and pull it up in the back clipping it out of your way. The blood has dried around his undershirt and you cut it loose from the stab wound that is just at the base of his rib cage, thankfully below his heart by a few inches. Had the assassin had a better angle, well, the Spymaster would not be with us right now.

Pressing a cloth that is thoroughly soaked in alcohol onto the wound to remoisten and allow removal of the remaining undershirt material as well as cleanse the wound preventing infection, you apply firm pressure into the hole and begin removing the soiled cloth from the deep stab wound as you hear him exclaim.

“…and then we proceeeeek!..Flames woman! Trying to finish the job!” The dark mage yells, his left arm coming back to smack you away as the burning sensation of the liquid goes deeper into his flesh.

You easily duck his attack as you remove the foreign materials, making certain the wound is absolutely clean. Minor deep healing spells take care of the immediate damage. There will still be bruising to his left kidney. You pull out needle and thread to pull the two sides of the wound back together, making it easier for the healing spells to take hold and lessen the scarring. That particular wound finished, it is not difficult to trace another slice into his flesh, this time blood is soaking into his shirt collar as he sustained a dagger’s blade to the side of his head just behind his ear. Head wounds bleed profusely, if they do not penetrate the skull they cause little problem as long as they are cleaned. A nice curved needle allows you to pick up the skin on each side to bring them back together again. A final healing spell there and the bleeding subsides.

Your hands glow lightly as they run along his body, searching for any additional injuries. The stubborn mule of a man certainly will not reveal any weak points. Two ribs on his left front are heavily bruised, healing spells correct that situation.  Finding no other serious injuries, you return the cape and coat to Hubert, pat him on the shoulder, and proceed to the infirmary.

The trouble with being at war is that it is prohibitive to good sleep. There are quite a few members of the Strike Force that have issue with sleeping, some nights it is interrupted by dreams or memories of personally tragic events during the war, others cannot get to sleep in the first place, their minds tormenting them with frightening thoughts. While in Enbarr or at Garreg Mach, you are available to assist your fellow Strike Force members with issues of nightmares, night terrors or simply general insomnia. Your schedule is changed to accommodate the availability for such. You are available from sunset until 5 or 6am to assist with these issues. After that you return to your room to sleep until noon. The guards patrolling the areas are trained take notice if someone is calling out loudly in their sleep. There is also a physical sign, a request for assistance, by placing a red card slightly peeking past the bottom of the door, alerting them to retrieve you to the location for necessary assistance.

Your counsel at night is always kept between you and the patient. Having someone there to talk to is the best medicine for most parties. A trusted ear, a caring heart, letting them know they are not alone, simply being there is at times the answer to the current situation.

Hubert again, is the one most difficult to work with. His living space is highly covered in magic spells and sigils. The layout is such that if he is screaming in his bed it would not be heard through his closed door. He is not one to ask for help unless it is from complete desperation. Only by observing the reticent Spy Master can you tell that sleep has been evading him more than normal. His eyes are sunk further back into his skull, the blackness seems to surround his eyes. He taps his feet to keep his body moving, reminding himself to stay awake. This dedicated, enervated man is your most challenging patient by far. As today’s strategy meeting concludes, you request that he remain behind to discuss a matter with him and Emperor Edelgard.

“Hubert, when was the last time you slept.” You ask, hands on your hips.

“Three days ago. There is no time for sleep when you are running a war.” He answers.

“There is only so long before your body will take what it requires. The next battle is less than a week away. It is critical that you sleep now.” You plead, looking to Edelgard for support. “I agree. Hubert, pass along what duties you can and carve out time for sleep every day until the battle. Provide both of us a schedule of when you will set aside time for rest.”

Hubert stands, bowing to his Emperor and glaring at you sharply before he leaves the room.

You have found, through trial and error, ways of making him sleep. Forcing him into specific routines that subconsciously prepare him for sleep. Once he is in bed and relaxed usually a palm resting on the back of his hand is enough to make him lay still enough to drift off. Sometimes he is more agitated, so you will read to him dissertations regarding the history and foundation of white magic in a monotone voice. The text is very dry, of no interest to him, yet the words distract his thoughts enough, allowing sleep to take him.  

Today was no such day. Overtired and restless he shifts in his bed anxiously.

“Tell me a story.” He finally requests.

“I did not think you a fan of fairy tales or knights.” You reply softly.

“You have a large family. Tell me a story of your youth.”

You begin to weave the tales of your younger days. The family going into the woods to pick buckets upon buckets of blueberries, your brothers getting distracted by seeing who could climb the highest in a tree, Mother panicking that they would fall and break their arms and legs. Scrubbing the purple from your siblings before getting them to bed then helping mother preserve the berries in wine bottles to enjoy during the winter. You are softly retelling these events until you realize he has fallen asleep.

It is not dark in the room, the curtains are pulled close to reduce the sunlight. You pull out a novel to read. Hubert is a quiet sleeper. He’s not like Caspar who crawls around and tangles himself in his sheets while he slumbers. You look up from your book as you see Hubert moving his feet, giving a weak kick.  He is pulling his arms up to his chest and his face is drawn into a frown. You drop your book. Your hand brushes his cheek softly as you try to gently wake him from his nightmare.

“Hubert, I’m here for you. Everything is all right. Shhhh.” You softly whisper.

The dark mage startles from his sleep, his eyes wide. He looks about the room finally realizing he is within his own bedchambers. He looks very distressed, his hands trembling. You instinctively pull him into a hug, holding him tight against your chest as you lay gently on him.

“Breathe, just breathe.” You urge him, taking long slow loud breaths to have him match yours.

It takes a while before he finally begins to relax again. You know you can’t stand hunched over him much longer, so you walk around the bed to lie next to him on top of the covers. You pull him to face you as you card your fingers through his hair and encourage him to relax. The exhaustion of his body takes over and he falls asleep again.

You awaken after a short nap due to movement under your arm. Opening your eyes you find Hubert looking back at you. Instinctively you slowly pull your arm from across his chest back to yourself.

“Did you rest well?” you whisper.

Hubert rolls onto his back. “Surprisingly, yes. My headache is gone.”

You quietly slide out of the bed, straightening your clothing. Making your way to the other side, you return the chair to its proper place and gather your things.

“Do you often accompany your patients in their beds?” Hubert asks, a slight sneer in his voice.

“Never.” You reply. “You are a…special case.” You reply, closing the door behind you.

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The next day Hubert is much more coherent at the morning strategy meeting. Once the meeting adjournes, the Emperor requests that the two of you remain behind.

“I notice an improvement today.” Edelgard smiles at the Minister of the Imperial Household.

“Of course, My Lady. I refuse to disappoint you.” He respectfully bows.

“We are scheduled today from 10pm until 3am. Granted, 5 hours is not much for the average person, but to Hubert’s tortured soul it is quite the luxury.” You quip, causing Edelgard to giggle.

The dark mage scowls in your general direction. You both excuse yourselves as the Emperor has another appointment to attend.  You join him as he heads toward his office.

“Was it so horrible to rest yesterday? Do you not feel some improvement?”  You inquire.

“You were witness to my sleep. It is anything but restful.” He grumbles.

“Which is currently the point of my assisting you.” You respond in a logical manner.

“If there is nothing further you require, I have significantly less time to complete my duties. I bid you good day.” Hubert sniffs as he heads to his office.

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You are waiting outside of Hubert’s quarters for his arrival. He arrives 15 minutes late. There is no apology for his tardiness. He completes his routine for preparing for bed and finally pulls his covers up to his chin, only to stare at you. You’ve brought knitting to keep you company, a quiet pastime.

“Do you need a diversion?” You ask softly.

“No.” He responds, continuing to stare daggers at you.

A few minutes later he decides to stare at the ceiling.

“Why do you do this?” Hubert wonders aloud.

“For your health of course. Sleep is extremely important. Your body needs the rest, so does your mind. It affects your nervous system, your immune system. All creatures need sleep.” You answer matter of factly patting the back of his hand.

“Why do you care?” he asks.

“I’ve come to know everyone very closely. You are my work family and my friends. I would be devastated should anyone die from something I can possibly prevent. Just as you protect us all from spies, assassinations, poisoning, and the like, I do the same protecting everyone from sickness, injuries, infections etcetera. There is only one Hubert Von Vestra. I would like to see him live past the end of the war. “

“Hmpf.” Is his only response.

Hubert closes his eyes as you quietly knit. His breathing slows as he drifts into the land of Nod. You silently slip from his room to check on the other occupants of the Imperial Palace to find that it is a rather quiet night and there are no disturbances amongst the Strike Force. You return to Hubert’s quarters to see him still resting, which is surprising. You know he is a light sleeper, however even if he woke up, he remained in bed. You count that as a victory. As 3am nears, you head out to retrieve a carafe and water, preparing coffee in his parlor just at the time he should awaken.

“One moment.” Is heard coming from the door to his bedroom. A few minutes later Hubert emerges from his bedroom dressed for work and looking shockingly more alert than you have seen him in the past two weeks.

“Thank you for doing this for yourself as well as for the rest of us. I will see you again this evening.” You articulated as you gather your personal items to leave. You swear you almost hear a soft ‘thank you.’ from Hubert as he locks his door and heads to his office.

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Hubert is working until midnight tonight, never a regular schedule for himself, his duties rule his sleep schedule. You leave Ferdinand’s quarters in time to head to the kitchen and obtain a cup of coffee before you must meet with the dark mage. Ferdinand sleeps well most of the time, however as the war becomes more brutal and savage, he is plagued with nightmares more frequently. After you were called to his room this night, he finally agreed to take a small sleeping potion. The thought of dark circles under his bright and shining eyes is like having storm clouds blocking the sun. He is the source of the Strike Force’s positive energy. They need him brightly shining in the lead, a beacon of hope.

Your arrival at Hubert’s door is matched with his. His posture is much improved, not hunched over barely able to stand. He greets you with a nod and waves you into his quarters. You pat his shoulder as you walk past him. He prepares for bed and once he is under the covers calls you into his bedroom. He has already placed  the chair in its normal spot, close to the head of his bed. Taking your seat you place your hand on top of his.  His hand does not move.

“You keep touching me. Why do you do that?” Hubert asks, staring at the ceiling.

“It is another one of the basic needs of humans. Some need it more than others. Certainly you have observed in battle, when the Professor is encouraging Caspar in the middle of a fight, if Caspar receives a simple pat on the head, he can rush forth taking out several squads of enemies at an amazing pace. When Bernadetta is extremely anxious, sitting next to her with a leg or shoulder touching her, she visibly relaxes. Emperor Edelgard relaxes with gentle hugs. Ferdinand prefers a one armed hug when being comforted through a tough time. The professor responds to hand holding and shoulder touching. Dorothea gets herself anxious and worked up sometimes, then only a full squeezing hug can get her to settle enough to speak with her.

“I was not aware of such needs, nor of your detailed observations of our team members.”

“I must admit, you are my most difficult patient in this regard.” You smile softly.

“Explain.” He says flatly.

“Beyond contact with our Emperor, you do not touch others nor does anyone touch you.” You begin. “Even when contact with another is made, it is not skin to skin, always to clothing, always with gloves. Certainly your upbringing, family history, interpersonal relationships, work schedules, work agenda and severe lack of personal time factors into this.

When one is in the infirmary, healers constantly touch the patients. Verbal reassurance is good, physical touch is required, and is extremely reassuring. When a patient is unconscious, the body still reacts to touch. When Petra was heavily injured a few battles ago, Dorothea was there for hours holding her hand, stroking her cheek. The body does react, relaxes. Somewhere in her brain, she knows someone is there for her and she needs to get better in order to rejoin them. Unconscious patients still tense up, faces furrow. Touch causes them to relax, leading the body to focus on healing.

On the battlefield, I am shocked at the condition I have found a fallen person, yet they are still alive, simply because someone else is there with them, touching them, encouraging them to hang on to that precious thread of life for yet a moment longer. That comrade being there has performed a miracle. There is no other way to explain it. Reason magic is cast through verbal incantations, physical movement, mental intentions. Healing magic is through touch, with the exception of physic, because no rule is absolute. “

“Hmmm. Continue.” Hubert watches your face closely, turning his palm to yours, taking your smaller hand into his without thinking.

“Now my observation of you, Hubert. I have heard you say that you are unworthy of anyone being close to you based on your workings below the surface, your bloodstained hands, duties you have carried out in the darkness. I disagree. You are not to judge your own worthiness. Only others can perform that task. They will base it on their own life, experiences, beliefs, circumstances. If they cannot understand you and appreciate you for who you are, all of you, then perhaps they are not worthy of you. The Emperor knows you, knows what you do for her, suspects what is done outside of her vision, yet she is there for you, accepting you for who you are, as you are. Over these years of war, all of the members of our team have learned more about you, perhaps scratching beyond the surface of you, yet they are still here. They still support you, believe in you, rely on you. They find you worthy of their protection, their support. Tell me of one person in the Strike Force that has not helped you in a battle. I certainly can tell you about how many I have had to piece together after they shielded you from certain death. I have lost count of how many holes I have patched up on you are a result of your protecting each and every one of them.”

“Physical Attributes are difficult to overcome…” he argues.

You laugh at the thought. “Have you never heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Beauty is found within? To me, my mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. Having so many children her stomach never went back to being flat and fashionable. She has spots on her face from being in the sun. Wrinkles in her hands from working them hard for many years. Her nose is crooked because she broke it as a child and never had it properly healed. Most people on the street would look at her as the typical matronly old woman, but to me she is more beautiful than any goddess, I would not change a thing. My sister was being courted by Bernard, her now husband. Bernard was awkward, tall and lanky. At first I noticed he was all knees and elbows, his teeth seemed to be too large for his mouth. But my sister loved him, and he loved her. When I last saw him, I saw a tall handsome man that would do anything for my sister, just looking at him you could tell he adores her. When he looks at my sister, his smile shines bright and I consider him beautiful inside and out. Ask Dorothea how far good looks will get you. She is a beautiful woman, however knows that beauty fades. She has found someone who loves her for her. That when she is old and wrinkled and gray, they will be there for her and she for them. “

“I have much to think about. Good night.” Hubert says softly closing his eyes.

You remain holding his hand until it relaxes which is not until he is in a deep sleep. He sleeps quietly and restfully. A very good rest for him indeed.

The next morning Hubert joins you in his parlor, sitting at the table with you as you silently enjoy the first cup of morning coffee together.

As you pour a refill, you finally break the silence. “Today we prepare, early tomorrow we leave for yet another battle. I know you will not sleep tonight, if you wish to try, even for an hour or two, I would be happy to help.”

Hubert briefly scowls then retracts it to a minor frown. “I can sleep on my own. I do not need you as a crutch.”

You place your hand atop his now white gloved hand. “I am not a crutch, I am an enforcer.” You smile.

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You are too busy the night before leaving to think about Hubert. Ferdinand has a particularly strong night terror. Bernadetta had a major panic attack. Linhardt could not find a comfortable place to sleep, wandering and laying about all over the palace. You would find him in the middle of a pathway, taking him to a more secluded and safer place to sleep only for him to move to a different poor location for slumber. You finished bottling your last batch of healing potions and pots of salves for minor wounds and burns. You begin filling the wagon with as much bandages and bindings as you could stuff into it. You and the other healers riding in the wagon will take turns sleeping, resting now because once battle starts, you would not sleep for perhaps two days or more.

A few more days on the road, scouts have returned stating there is a small army preventing anyone from passing, apparently a mix of kingdom and church soldiers. A brief strategy meeting is held and soon the caravans realign, with the support teams like yours toward the rear. A few more hours at a slow pace as they advance to the enemy location. Now explosions are heard as the mages on both sides attack, the infantry running in behind the Cavalry and the fliers doing their best to snipe from the skies. Your group hurriedly throws together the medical tent, secures a location for water, sets up cots, supplies. Ready for patients, you head out toward the field of battle. Those that are no longer fit to fight are sent your direction. You assess their condition, stop severe bleeding and direct them to the correct tent location. You see a Meteor spell go off in the middle of the battle, sincerely hoping that is Dorothea and not the enemy that is the source. You watch Linhardt in the back lines, healing who he can, keeping them on their feet. You want to go out there and help, but you remain at your post.

The battle continues until sunset. You are surrounded by patients. Fortunately nobody in the Strike Force has serious injuries, or at least they have not yet made it to the medical tent. You finish cleaning the slicing wounds of a very young, perhaps 17 year old, soldier’s arms before sewing the sides of the wounds back together and then casting a healing spell on them to remove the final trace of any visible wound.

“(Y/n)” a deep voice comes from behind you.

“How are you doing Hubert? Is there somewhere I am needed?” You ask, looking absolutely exhausted.

“Do you have any healing spells left in you?” He asks, a frown on his brow.

“No, That was the last one.”  You say, cleaning up your surgical tools. Before you look up, he takes hold of your arm and warps you to a tent.

“Now it is your turn. You are in desperate need of sleep. There are buckets and towels to wash up and your bags are there to change clothes.”

“I sleep in the medical tent in case they need me…” you state, confused by this.

“You are out of magic, let those that can heal remain. I will step outside, you will clean up and prepare for bed.” Hubert exits, closing the tent flap behind him.

In spite of the rudeness, it feels nice to wash the blood and grime off and change into clean dry clothing not soaked in someone else’s blood. Sleeping away from the injured is much much quieter, you think as you change into bedclothes and sit on the cot.

“Done.” You call out.

Hubert enters the tent, bringing a tin cup full of water as well as a waterskin. “You must drink this. You have not had a drink since the first patients came in.”

“I’ve been preoccupied.” You gratefully take the cup and drinking the entire contents quickly.

“Now rest. Go to sleep.” His voice is quite assertive.

“Stay with me a bit?” You plead.

“Demanding woman!” He huffs, pulling the chair next to the bed to sit close by.

“Is everyone okay? Have they been checked out?” you ask.

Hubert grumbles. “Of course they are. Many have been asleep for four hours or more. Now hush.”

You suddenly sit up. “Have I stolen your bed? I can’t do that to you.”

He hesitantly touches your shoulder. “You need to rest. Stop fighting me.”

You frown and lie back down. “Could you lie next to me for a bit? Its…chilly.” You begin scooting to one side of the cot, until it threatens to tip over from having the weight all on one side.

“You are relentless.” He frowns.

You nod and lift the cover for him to join you. He lies on his back, you on your side facing him. You lift his arm bringing it around your back as you place your head and arm on his chest. Without opening your eyes you tell him, “Yes this is necessary.” You settle in next to him and quickly relax, falling asleep.

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Since I currently am not allowed to draw at the moment have some writing! Please ignore any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you like this! My idea on how the possession went down and what would happen after your comic ^^"👉👈

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Dream looked over at the demon, it’s murky aura flickering around them like a lightbulb, but around him there seemed to be no light—just a black hole of luring darkness.

They looked...oddly familiar, strange for a first meeting. Like he used to know them. Although Dream has seen the destruction and torment the demon has done to other people, this was his first time in his mind with a demon. He steadied himself, and he opened his mouth to speak but the demon spoke first,

“So, I assume you've called me here for a reason? People don't usually summon me for games.” He sneered.

“N-No—of course not, ” Dream fell quiet for a moment from the beast’s glowing blue stare on him. Quite frightened he just wanted to get to the point. “I w-wanted to ask you...for a deal?” He didn't mean for it to sound so shaky, the demon smirked at his fear. The looming aura seemed to grow around him.

“A deal? Why?”

“Why?”

“Give me a reason I should even consider this deal? Since I already know what it is you want.” His Cheshire grin split his face almost quite literally, it was impossible to smile so sinisterly and so widely.

“Well, ” Dream hesitated for a moment before saying, “I-In exchange for you leaving everyone alone, I’ll give you my soul.” Dream’s soul shone brightly in front of the both of them.

The demon hissed at the object, “You know you have a rare power, you make people feel that fake happy just by sitting next to them.” He glanced at the soul. “And I could simply destroy it the instant you give it to me, so I wouldn't have to bother with it infecting the village.” Dream held back a whimper as the demon circled him like a lion. The demon seemed to quite hate Dream for this.

“I know, I've thought it through countless times.” Dream felt his hand on his shoulder.

“So in exchange for the soul—”

“You leave the village alone.” Dream finished for him. The demon looks at Dream before letting out a chuckle. He already knows he won, Dream wasn't as smart as he understood now? Or maybe just the desperation clouded rational thought?

“This was your brother’s exact fate—a deal, possession, and in the end, unhappiness.” Dream flinched at the mention of his brother, “Once you shake a demon’s hand you cannot go back, you realize this, right?” He held out a hand, waiting for Dream to make his fatal move.

Dream nods, “I realize the terms, I know what I’m doing.” He goes to shake hands with the demon and the deal is done. The demon’s grin couldn't possibly be larger, but yet it stretched. His hand crunched down on the poor mortal’s hand. Dream yelped as tears pricked his eye sockets, he frantically pulled to get away.

“You say you know what you're doing?” The demon yanked Dream’s hand towards him to look him in the eyes once more. The blue stare and the Cheshire grin upon Dream, “Then you should've known that despite a deal, demons know how to get around it.”

Dream felt something crawl onto his hand. With a horrified expression he saw the slimy goop that was over the demon transfer onto him. He felt illness and pain. The demon slowly lost more goop, showing a skeleton underneath it seemed to look like—

“B-Brother?!”

“D-Dream, n-no. Don't make the same mistake I did!” Nightmare grasped at the tarry substance, desperately trying to pull it off him but that did nothing but make it spread faster.

“Oh, Nightmare, I suppose foolishness does run in the family.” The new demon laughed. Nightmare watched petrified as the new demon left the dark space. Nightmare was all alone.

The screams echoed throughout the room, Dream growled demonically as Cross stood over the bed, chanting the exorcism loudly over the screams.

The demon laughed and gifted his teeth as he tried to hold onto the soul, “You’re too late Cross.” They huffed as Cross stopped chanting, glaring at Dream with a burning hatred. “You’re too late to save him.” Cross hated those words coming out of Dream’s mouth. This wasn't Dream, he knew that, but the fact that they said that with his mouth made his soul twist. Dream would never say such a thing, about anyone. He—

“Check his soul.”

“What?”

“Check it. Have you ever even bothered to look?” The demon smirked. “Such a bad fiancé to have not even checked his soul from time to time.” Dream sneered.

”Fiancé? I-I never—”

“Oh! But you wanted to, didn't you? And on this exact day too. What a shame.” Cross fell silent. He wouldn't admit it but the silence did. The demon must’ve planned this, why now? The anger boiled up inside him.

He growled and started finishing the exorcism when the demon yelled, “If you get rid of me Cross, you'll kill him!” He laughed, “I filled the cracks in his soul, without me he'll die. And you, Cross, would be responsible.”

Cross stopped, “You’re lying.”

“Would I be in a situation to lie to you Cross?” Dream taunted, “Go ahead. Check his soul and be the killer.”

Cross hesitantly summoned Dream’s soul. It was covered in the goop, and the demon was right, the goop filled the cracks in the soul with their malicious intents. “B-But he never—”

“What? He never told you he was hurting? Or did you never bother to ask?” The demon loved the other’s frightened face, the negative emotions giving him power so he continued, “He was hurting, and you failed to see, so caught up in your own issues. Well good job Cross, you killed him. Now, it's only me.” Cross didn't even realize that the two items in his hands fell and clatter noisily to the floor. The restraints on Dream snapped, and Cross watched him.

Dream got up, went to the nightstand, and took Dream’s crown from the top of it. He placed it on top of his head making sure to show Cross as he did. “So, Cross, ” He turned to Cross with his Cheshire smile, the yellow eye that looked straight at Cross, “How do I look?”

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