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after-witch · 6 months

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Horrorfest: To Make me Fret or Make Me Frown [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Title: To Make Me Fret or Make Me Frown [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Synopsis: You bought a life-size puppet in terrible condition and restored it. But now it doesn't want to let you go.

For Horrorfest request:

Might be cheesy, but Scaramouche haunted puppet for horrorfest? Maybe reader inherits an uncannily lifelike doll, or finds him as an antique?

Word count: 1156

notes: yandere, puppet shenanigans

“He’s creepy,” your friend says. Her nose crinkles and she puts a hand up as if she can ward away whatever haunting abominations she imagines must be inside the doll, waiting to slither through her nostrils. “And weird,” she continues. “And broken.”

The doll has colorful blue hair and most of his strings are missing; one of his eyes is missing its pupil and an arm is cracked, a jagged wound that goes all the way to the fingers. If the doll were to be lifted, the damaged pinky on that arm would probably come right off--maybe the forefinger, too. He’s dirty and wearing only some cast-off shirt, itself probably too damaged to be sold by the secondhand store.

Your friend moves on, eager to head to the second floor where all the nice, expensive secondhand goods are kept, often behind glass cases so they don’t get damaged by looky-loos.

But you stay where you are.

Because the moment you took one look at the damaged life-size puppet propped up at the back of the store, in the same pricetag-less limbo as piles of tupperware with no lid, ripped books and ugly dolls missing arms, and your heart swelled.

“He’s perfect.”

The pinky on the damaged arm did come off before you even left the store, but you were able to salvage the original forefinger. The pinky, sadly, couldn’t be repaired--but you made a new one using the original as a mold and unless you’re staring quite intensely (which to be fair, you often do, when working on the puppet) you wouldn't be able to tell that it’s not original to the hand.

“I’d like to keep all your original parts as much as I can,” you murmur in the direction of the puppet, currently propped up on a chair you’d dragged into your workroom for the sole purpose of letting him have somewhere to sit while you worked. “You really are exquisite, you know? I can’t believe someone let you get into such rough shape.”

You sigh, lamenting the treatment of such a unique piece of craftsmanship, and place the finishing touches on the puppet’s repaired eye. The pupil needed to be filled in with new material but you went ahead and refreshed the iris of both eyes to make them look newer.

“Good as new, see?” You hold up both repaired eyes to the puppet, but realize your mistake when you’re greeted with a prim looking puppet with two black holes where his eyes should be.

“Oops.” You carefully slide the eyes back into the socket, fiddling with your finger until they slot right into place. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t thinking. There!” You grab the magnifying mirror from your desk and hold it up in front of the puppet. “Now, see? Much better.”

It took a few months of work, but the puppet was just about restored, in your view. You’d even bought a new outfit for him, a simple white blouse with ruffles and plain trousers. It wasn’t exactly what you imagined he might have worn originally, but that was fine.

“I’m glad I found you,” you say, to the puppet--and to yourself. “I’ve had a really nice time working on you!” You hum to yourself and start tidying up your work bench. “Now all that’s left is attaching your new strings, and I can have you picked up.” You smile, to yourself, to the puppet, to no one in particular. “I can’t believe that antique shop gave you away for free--they had no idea they were sitting on such a rare item!”

But you, who repaired dolls and the like for a living, immediately knew what the puppet was worth; and who to contact as soon as you were able to get it home, as you knew a friend with an antique shop that took special requests, and he had a particularly wealthy customer who was dying for one of these rare life-sized pieces.

The puppet with freshly painted eyes stares back at you and says nothing.

Something is sitting on your chest. Something heavy and cool to the touch.

Sleep paralysis? It wouldn’t be the first time. You did sleep on your back, after all, and your nights were sometimes restless.

But you open your eyes without trouble, and the sensation does not go away. It takes a few moments, blinking in the dark, to realize who (no--what) is sitting on you.

It’s the puppet.

Freshly painted eyes stare down at you, a face framed by the carefully sewn-in hair. In the dark, you can’t see the wood grains of his skin or the repair marks that you’d buffed until smooth. All you can see is his human shape, the gleam of glass eyes.

“What--” you say, before a wooden finger presses to your lips.

“You were going to sell me.” It’s the puppet--the puppet is speaking.

You nod, terrified, every nerve in your body inflamed.

This can’t be happening, and yet it is.

“Why?”

Your lips are dry and you stutter out an answer, hoping to wake up from this dream at any moment. But the more time goes on, the more you realize that you’re living in reality. An awful one, but reality all the same.

“I-I needed the money, you… you’re worth a lot.”

There’s a sound that comes from the puppet’s wooden throat, but you can’t quite place it.

“You can’t sell me,” he says, simply. If you weren’t sure that you’d lost your mind, you might say that he sounds upset. Not just angry, but--hurt.

“I-I won’t.” You swallow. “Just um. Get off me and I can…”

“No.” The glass eyes bore down on you, and you wish your eyes weren’t becoming accustomed to the dark. It was better not to see the cool stillness in them, unmoving, unblinking.

It’s then that you notice the strings.

Not on the puppet--but on you.

The strings are wrapped around your wrists, tight, pinching into the skin. When you look up you see he’s attached them not to a marionette control bar, but to his own fingers. To himself.

He raises his repaired pinky and your wrist goes along with it--too fast and harsh, nearly flopping over your face.

”Ah.” He regards your flopped appendage with curiosity, before simply lifting it himself and placing it back on your chest. “Well. I’ll have plenty of time to figure that out.”

He leans forward, pressing his weight down on you, until his face was close enough that you could spot your own work; spot the little fine details in the paint, the grooves of his wooden flesh, the way his hair fell in a certain manner thanks to the placement of your carefully created knots.

Oh, you thought, as his face came closer to yours, as he kissed you with puppet eyes wide open and wooden lips stiff.

The paint on his lips needed to be touched up.

#yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #yandere #afterwitch writes #aw horrorfest #scaramouche with abandonment issues but in puppet form! dun dun dun

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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ROR Virgin Destroyer Dress

(Dress designed by https://twitter.com/Dishwasher1910)

Oblivious Y/N: *back from another shopping trip where Aphrodite assisted in picking out a new outfit* Lookie~! I got a new outfit! What do you think?

-Buddha: *if he was holding something it is now on the ground in thousands of pieces as he froze in shock, words escaping him as he trotted up to him, blinking up at him as he didn’t answer you* Y/N: Love~ are you okay? *He didn’t care that you were in the middle of his paradise, snatching you up before easily pinning you to the ground beneath him, eyes red with lust and passion as hearts appeared in them* You better hope I don’t rip this, because I’m going to ruin every inch of you!

-Poseidon: Sea God.exe has crashed and burst into flames *no words came as his brain couldn’t comprehend your body in such an outfit; when he tried to speak* Dolphin sounds *his face burned bright, his cold facade breaking as he threw you over his shoulder again, sprinting to your bedroom* You’re going to pay for this!!

-Sasaki: *he dared not turn around, remembering the last time you did this, the dress that he ravaged you in for hours was hidden away, so he wouldn’t attack you again* *he swallowed hard, slowly turning as you called out his name and he felt his heart stop and instantly his hands flew to his crotch as his face burned and lewd thoughts quickly took over* Y/N!! Are you trying to kill me?! *You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, confused by his words before he quickly grabbed you, rolling you to your back so he loomed over you, his eyes blown wide with lust before removing his scarf and grabbing your wrists to bind them...again*

-Jack: *he couldn’t believe his eyes, he refused to believe them, turning back to his tea, sipping quietly, not looking over at you, thinking it was a trick of the light* *When he finished his tea he looked again, seeing you smiling warmly at him, giving a dainty twirl, asking for his opinion. He wiped his mouth on a napkin before folding the newspaper up and stood* My dearest Y/N, I am a gentleman and shall always be one. However, for the moment, I am going to indulge with you in an uncontrolled and savage way. *Before you could blink, he had thrown you over his shoulder, rushing to the bedroom as if you were going to disappear before he could fulfill his desires*

-Loki: *drops to his knees as a light shown from above upon him, tears cascading down his cheeks as he beheld the most stunning of creatures before him* *a feral grin quickly takes over as he rushes you, pinning you to a wall* Can I ravage you Y/N? Please say yes! *You turn your head with a pout, arms folding beneath your chest* Y/N: no, you ripped my dress last time *instantly he’s on his knees, arms around your hips, his chin resting on your belly, apologies falling from his lips like a mantra, hearts appearing in his eyes* I’ll beg, please let me have you, please, please, please~~~!!

-Odin: *the mug in his hands instantly shatter as you twirl in front of him, showing your newest outfit off with a bright, unaware smile. With a sigh, Muninn and Huginn are quick to make their exit again, knowing what was going to happen...again* *Odin quickly snatches you into his arm, sitting you on his lap so your back was to his chest, his large hands coming to rest, only momentarily, on your hips* You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N *you blink up at him, innocence in your eyes which only seems to make him more feral* Y/N: what do you mean? *Yeah... you couldn’t walk for two days after he finished with you but requested the outfit to be worn again. He was the only one to send Aphrodite a thank you message.*

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror sasaki kojiro #ror jack the ripper #ror loki #ror odin

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renren-006 · 11 days

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Savior | Daryl Dixion x fem reader

plot: Daryl saved you, and you want to kiss your savoir warning: slight mentions of almost taken advantage of, violence word count: 1518 a/n: I just had to write this idea!

taglist: @rosecentury

Back when the world had just ended, and things were still unknown, you were wounded around Atlanta's wooded, less populated areas. You had run from your car that got overrun, remembering the screams of your parents and the harsh pain in your ankle after you fell from the car watching them. You still struggled on your ankle; hisses escaped your lips as you walked. You had not stopped long through the days to heal or to rest, not knowing where the next undead would come for your flesh. Your jeans were worn and dirty, your red shirt now had holes, and you desperately wanted a bath.

The day Daryl came to your rescue was the first day you had fallen asleep next to a tree with the fire embers still cooling in the morning rays. You heard the crunch and woke with a startle; there were three men watching you, all eyeing your body like a prise.

"Well, lookie here, boys, some fresh meat for us," one of them said, toying with his belt to hide the painfully evident erection there. All three of them had one. You didn't know what to do, had nowhere to go, and knew you wouldn't make it far with your ankle.

"Please don't," you said, your voice coming out louder than you intended, maybe preying someone would hear you.

"Aw, look at her. She's begging. I want her first," the second man said, and the others shook their heads.

"no way she's mine," The third said, pushing his friend back before strutting twords you.

"No, No!" you said, shouting; maybe even the undead would save you. "Please!" he came to you, and you struggled to push him off. The others were smiling, ribbing their pants, and wanting their turn.

"Hurry up, man", the first man said. Wanting the man who was trying to get your belt off to rush. That was when an arrow went through the man's skull, making his body thud against the forest floor, and then the second man went down with a knife in the head. The man on top of you looked back and gave you just enough room for you to knee his body off you. The man looked angry as you went back further, your pants even more ruined from the mud. Thankfully, your belt was still on, and your pants only ripped slightly from his strength. The man went down soon after, and two men peered around the trees twords you.

"Hey there, girlie?" one of them asked, the same face the men had before they died. The shorter one pushed him back, walking over to you, bending down by the man, and pushing him away so you couldn't see his dead eyes.

"We ain't goin' to hurt ya," he said, his voice soothing you from wanting to leave. "We got ya know."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the taller one said.

"He ain't going to hurt you either. hands off, Merle," the man sad

"I got it", Merle said, getting the hint that I wasn't to be touched by him at all.

"I'm Daryl, that ma brother Merle. He won't get his hands on ya," Daryl said to you, holding out a hand; this seemed to be the first act of kindness this man had shown anyone in a while, and his face read it all too well.

"You don't save many people, do you?" you asked him. He shook his head, lagging slightly.

"Nah, normally we don't run into people. ya needed help, coulden't leave" Daryl told you, gripping your hand in his as he lifted you up. "You aint got no weapons on you?"

You told him, "No… I didn't prepare for the world to end." He nodded his head. Merle looked around, noticing a few of the undead heading your way.

"We gotta move."

That started your journey with the brothers for a few months. It was just you two. They trained you on how to hunt and how to fight, and most importantly, how to piss Merle off, so he left you alone. Daryl also made sure your ankle was looked after, and in no time, it was better. Merlemeantt, no harm to you; he was just desperate for action you never wanted to give him. Daryl became your savior and bodyguard, making sure Merle understood that would NEVER happen.

The three of you traveled until you met others who welcomed you into their small, little mountain-top community. It was you, the brothers, some sisters, and a man named Dale for a bit. Soon, the group grew and grew, but you only hung with Daryl and cursed off Merle.

However, the time with him on the mountain made you aware of your attraction twords Daryl, the want you craved when you were near him. You were late in your 20's20s, having experienced college before traveling home to your parents just before the world ended. In those times before Daryl, you felt like you were younger, but now you feel your age, you feel strong. For the time being, you felt strong until your group had to pack up and leave because of a walker outbreak.

Months later, you were entering the farm, your hands wrapped around Daryl as he rode into the grounds. You were mesmerized by how quiet and large it was here. While the others were setting up, you glanced over at Daryl, who was setting his tent up a bit away from them but not so far that he was secluded.

"You got a tent?" Carol asked. You looked back at the woman. You didn't know what you were going to do. For the past months, you had slept by Daryl and Merle, but now, you were not sure what you would do.

"She with me," Daryl said, coming over to you. You looked beside you at the man who had apparently finished setting up and had walked over. "That good?"

"Of course," you told him, smiling; he nodded and walked over to Rick and the others.

"You both need to talk about your feelings for one another," Carol told you. "I can see it clear as day."

"Carol!" you said to the woman who had become a mother of sorts to you over the months. “I…cant”

"I think you can. I think you should," she told you, patting your back and going over to the others, leaving you thinking about how exactly you could even begin to explain to Daryl how Head becomes the soul man you wanted to be with for the rest of this apocalyptic world.

It took you weeks and weeks to gain the courage, and only after he got shot did you tell him. He was lying in that recovery bed, not able to move a lot. You came in and sat beside him.

"Whatcha doing in 'ere," He asked you as you sat down in the chair by his bed.

"I…needed to tell you something…" You said to him, referring to the breakfast you had only a few hours earlier, which was being eaten away by the nerves.

"What? Ya hurt?" he asked, concern spreading fast across his face.

"No, no," you told him, "I…god, I don't think I can tell you."

"Tell me what?" he asked, his southern accent so strong inside that room that it made your head spin.

"How you've been making me feel," you started, "I just didn't. I don't want to lose you, and after you got shot, I figured I might as well tell you before you died, and I never did."

"What are ya going on about?"

"I love you, Daryl. I've loved you since you saved me, and God, I love you even more since you've shown me how to be strong in this world", you rambled to the man in the bed beside you. Your hands were in your lap, and your eyes were glued to them.

"Y/N," Daryl said in a soft tone you had never heard from him.

"I know I should have told you you were the man who saved me, and you probably think I'm some kid to you", you said. Worry eating at you again.

"I don't think you're some kid." he told you, "I think you're a lot more than that."

"You do? You asked, eyebrows scrunched together.

"That first night you spent with us, I didn't sleep cause I couldn't keep my eyes off ya," he told you, "I thought you were…blessed by a god or somethin'" he told you, holding your stare; there were tears in your eyes now

"I don't think I ever heard you talk like that," you said, smiling through the slight tears brimming your eyes.

"Ya won't again," he told you, pulling you down to him and kissing your lips so deeply. The door behind you opened, and then the person proceeded to fall into the door.

"Finally," Carol screeched. Smiles stretched over her face, as well as Ricks', who came to check on Daryl. Finally, you got to kiss your savor after all these months.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead imagine #fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl x reader

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justporo · 7 months

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HELLOO!!! I have been obsessing over Astarion soooooo much, so I dashed over here the moment I saw you XD

Could I maybe request something with softer morning sex for Astarion? I’d imagine that sex in a romantic/soft light would be basically unknown to Astarion, so I’d loveee to see how he’d end up acting in something meant to feel intimate and connecting above all else.

No need to preform, no need to plan, just something gentle.

First of all, thank you for the request - I was working something out for this for quite some time now.

So this is a little different, because it‘s from Astarion‘s POV which I was a bit afraid to write because I really have to nail his character. So I hope I did him and your request justice!

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (shamelessly based on my Tav)

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

(Also try and imagine this in Astarion's voice? Because I think that helps 👀)

Spaces In Between

I open my eyes. Immediately, I can feel the sunlight caressingly warm my back with its gentle touch. I close my eyes again for just a moment, savouring the feeling of the light upon my body - a sensation that always makes me yearn for more and I hope that I will still have some more time to enjoy it. To have a few more of these tranquil moments since I broke my chains of enslavement and before I will become a creature of the night once more when we‘ll figure this whole mess out, finally.

But when I open my eyes again I turn around to the one thing that has already become more important to me than the feeling of sunlight on my pale skin: her.

I turn and lay on my side, thin blanket draped around my waist and other than that bare. And so is she - my beautiful Tav. She‘s sitting on the edge of the bed in which we very much enjoyed each other‘s company last night, some of it even only talking and holding each other. Because who would‘ve thought that after all the miseries in the world I’ve had to endure the most unlikely thing would happen: meeting someone who actually gave a rat‘s arse about me, more even, someone who cares for me, someone who sees more in me, someone who wants to be with me… for me. And of course me falling for that someone. We truly live in the most unlikely version of how things could have turned out - not that I‘m complaining.

I see how she stretches and softly yawns. Her arms and upper body forming a long elegant curved line outlined by fingers of light falling through the windows. Her reddish hair drops from her hands down her freckled back. I‘m torn between admiring the delectable view and grabbing her and devouring her delicious self right on the spot.

I settle for something in between.

„Not staying for a cuddle?“, I ask her with a pout and use the words she‘d used on me back then - the first night I had her. Back then when I didn‘t know yet why it had felt different to hold her. Somewhere in between then and now things had changed.

It feels forever ago and she‘s probably already forgotten about it. But when she turns her head around and smirks, I know that she hasn‘t - if it could, my dead little heart would stutter.

„I didn‘t want to rip you from your dreams just yet“, she says, her arms slowly coming down, her upper body turning to me - revealing just how pleasantly naked she is, right in front of me. Gods, she‘s a vision.

„Oh, don‘t worry, my love, I feel like I am still dreaming“, I respond with a grin and stretch out an arm - an invitation for her to join me in an embrace.

She giggles at my answer which makes her nose scrunch - yet again, my withered heart might give out.

She climbs back into bed towards me. „Also, since when do you need to steal my lines?“, she says as she shuffles towards me, her eyebrows are raised. She‘s become so much more sassy since she‘s been with me - I‘m such a good influence.

I place one hand on my bare chest and make a shocked face: „My love, when did I ever have to resort to stealing anything?“ „Yeah yeah yeah, you‘re full of shit, Astarion“, she responds without even looking at me while she lifts up the blanket covering me to scurry under it - did I mention I love her?

She tangles her legs with mine and moves to embrace me fully but I softly press her shoulder down so she lays back while I‘m on my side, leaning on one arm, so I can fully take her in.

We talk and joke and laugh. My eyes and hands keep wandering over her face and body. Her beautiful face with these open silver eyes, the scar over her nose and those tattoos bending away from her lids that make her look so fierce - even though she admitted to me she had them done in a fit of youthful rage. Her body is so soft and warm beneath my hands. She‘s become my sun.

Her warm hand is on my chest while mine explores her. Charting the curves of her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. She‘s full of elegant curves, never-ending liquid motion.

I‘m kissing her now, softly, but it‘s still all teeth and tongues - because in between conversation and trying to imprint her body on my mind, I found, I had to show her how much I love her.

The kiss quickly loses any innocence it had, her hands start to roam my body as well why mine rubs decreasing circles on her breast until it has reached its peak. She moans softly into my mouth which I can only answer with a groan. Knowing how she feels for me, how much she wants me - me, and not just a body - almost breaks me.

My desire for her is rapidly growing, like a wildfire - all consuming.

And I want her - like I possibly never wanted anything in my life; or un-life for that matter.

„Do you-“, I start to ask but her hand immediately grabs my shoulder to pull me down more to her and she nods eagerly while pressing her lips to mine again. I happily give in to my cravings and climb onto her, supporting myself with one arm and with the other grabbing one of her roaming hands to tangle my fingers with hers and push our joint hands down next to her head.

I am in between her legs that wrap around me. Her foot slowly wanders down my calf and almost turns me insane while I smoothly enter her, making her gasp.

She breaks the kiss and her eyes widen when she feels me inside of her - the silver in her irises look molten, swirling with lust and need.

I feel her heat and her wetness and relish the thought that it‘s me that has her writhing and moaning and wanting more.

Her free hand is on my back, softly wandering over it and the lines of a life I‘m trying to forget. Trying to be just here with her.

I move my hips and start kissing her neck and her hand grabs my neck softly, starts caressing the back of my head and tangle in my curls. The soft touch almost makes my eyes roll back in my head while I trail kisses from her one ear to the other.

Then her hand curls at the back of my neck, just the right amount of painful to heighten my pleasure. She arches her neck for me in an invitation - an invitation I might not be able to resist.

I can feel her pulse quicken under my lips while I keep moving - our bodies connecting time and time again taking us both further and further up.

Her intoxicating smell surrounds me, her scent heightened by her rapid heartbeat and lust. It‘s beckoning to me like a siren song, bewitching me, urging me to give in.

But this other need is way more urgent to me. So I kiss her again, teeth only grazing her skin but not drawing any blood, my pace quickens and becomes more desperate.

I lower my body weight almost fully onto her, desperate to feel her soft curves against my body. Being fully skin to skin with her - nothing in between. And she arches her back, her body pressing into mine in an even more intense way.

I look at her face again and see soft pleading in her eyes - wanting me to gently push her over the edge and then jump head-first to join her.

And I am more than willing to be her servant in the cause. I push up again, the sudden loss of body contact making her whimper softly, and I move to let the hand that was holding hers sneak in between us to help her give her what she desires.

But to my surprise she grabs my hand and looks deeply into my eyes while she‘s positively shivering and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasures. „This is about you“, she whispers. Her face and hand nudging me to let go and fall back onto her.

And I hesitate - just a moment - not used to being the one whose needs have priority. But she keeps pushing me, her hand at the back of my head again, pulling me down to her again.

And so I give in fully - giving myself to what I desire most in this moment and to her. Bodies, minds and hearts fully tangled in each other. Quickening the pace yet more, feeling her heat, hearing her and mine ragged breaths.

And then I fall, once more, for her but also for my pleasure, throwing my head back, eyes rolling into the back of my skull, moaning her name while the height of lust pulsates through me.

When I come back down I know she‘s patiently waiting, not expecting anything in return. But I still want to give it to her. She deserves it, every minute piece of affection. She who helped me break my chains, she who offered me her heart and soul with no other motive behind it than wanting to be mine.

I slide from inside her and quickly move down, making her gasp once more in surprise. I press my mouth to her core and start to suck and work my tongue around her most sensitive part - tasting her and myself through it.

It doesn‘t take long. She‘s eager to join me in my fall. And I feel it when it hits her, waves crushing through her, making her moan and press her thighs together around my head while I won‘t let the tip of my tongue stop moving - directing her through her downfall.

And this is where I want to stay - in between her legs, her body wrapped around me, in between the last day and the next, in between the last challenge and the next mortal peril; knowing there‘s no in between between her heart and mine.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarions pov #smut

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Aftercare with Zoro (Post Aphrodisiac Sex) (FLUFF/BIT OF SMUT)

This is a continuation of THIS FIC. I recommend reading that before reading this!

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Lots of fluff, Kissing, Amazing Aftercare, Zoro spills his true feelings to the reader, Smut at the end

Enjoy!

“Fuck..” Zoro huffed out feeling groggy, lifting his head from your sweaty neck, he stared off at the open window until his sight was cleared seeing the sun was barely visible on the horizon, the sky transition to mostly dark. He mentally cursed at himself then wondered how long they were out?

“The hell happ—- oh shit Y/N!” He looked down to see you sleep under him, his hissed feeling his cock was still buried inside you and nothing but a wet mess between you both. He looked around the semi empty living room for his swords that were laid by the door, both of your clothing all over the room plus ripped off buttons. His mind was fuzzy and he slowly got up off you, gazing at your wet and limp naked body. Your chest was raising and lowering harshly and your brows were furrowed, Zoro got off the couch and threw his jacket over your body. He didn’t sense anybody around so he wondered the house to see where the bathroom was and seen it was a decent size.

He turned on the hot water for you in the tub, but after waiting for so long there was still none. Zoro groaned in annoyance rubbing the top of his nose,

“Zoro?” Your Voice rang in his ears making him nearly sprint to you, “Oh there you are.”

“H-hey, Y/N.” He hisses your forehead, patting it before sitting on the couch next to you, “You’re sore you shouldn’t move much.”

“That’s, “ You yawned rubbing your eyes letting Zoro curl you into his chest, “Okay…you feel better though?”

“Uh yeah um….Im good.” His hands traveled up and down your arm lost in thought for a moment.

“So you was just walking around the house naked while I was sleep?”

“N-no! I wanted to draw you a bath…”

“Oh? You don’t usually do that.” You teased brushing your finger on his scar.

“Well,” He began to grumble noticing he doesn’t in fact do that. He doesn’t do a lot of things for you in terms of being a boyfriend besides protect you, you’ve always been grateful for that but this little gesture made you smile. “The stupid bathroom doesn’t have hot water—“

“Of course it doesn’t this place is abandoned. But..if you really wanna bathe me that bad then..”

You stood up and threw off his jacket standing proudly with your body covered in marks, Zoro got an eye full of you in your naked glory then looked away embarrassed, “let’s go in the lake!”

“That’s even colder, woman!”

“Don’t care. Let’s go pick me up!”

Zoro side eye’d your figure, trying to resist being so blushed seeing as you have no issue being naked around him even if it’s not sexual intent behind it.

He huffs picking your up bridal style and heading to the clear lake, it was beautiful, it was beside a small waterfall and the reflection of the moon bounced off setting a pretty lighting,

“See. It’s not that cold.” You hummed feeling the Luke warm water hit your skin. You started to feel a bit more awake so you let go of Zoro and fell inside the water, “can’t get my hair wet though SO DO NOT SPLASH ME!”

“Whatever..” he hissed leaning back on a rock to stretch out. “We can’t stay too long we’re supposed to be leaving tomorrow.”

“I know…” you whined, “I like it here though…oh lookie it’s fish over there!

You played in the waterfall by the pretty fish and Zoro watched you, you looked so happy and content. Hopefully you really weren’t too mad that the date didn’t go as planned. Zoro also knew he had to apologize for how he acted, maybe he took it too far seeing how you have way more bruises on your body than the usual sex you have.

It was a heavy weight of guilt on his chest he needed to clear out.

“Oi, Y/N.” He called out to you making you swim over to him, you looked like a beautiful little mermaid, you got the back of your hair wet making your back curls shrink even more, you’re beautiful big eyes were almost sparkling to him.

Zoro will Never admit this but when you both started dating you began to look more beautiful in his eyes somehow. It nearly freaked him out how stunning you were compared to other women when it happened.

“Yessssssss” You hummed dragging your body over to his chest, he sat you on his lap and quietly splashed some water on your chest and neck. “Hey I told you no splashing !”

He ignored you and continued to lightly splash and massage your body not making eye contact, “Do you remember what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t…have—-I don’t remember us having sex that much. I have a few ideas of what I did but all I can fully remember is throwing you against the wall and then…on the couch…I didn’t…I didn’t hurt you did I?…I mean woke up and seen you I thought I almost killed your ass..scared the shit out of me..but..I don’t know I hope I didn’t. I knew I should have just listened to you and not—-“

You jumped up to grab the back of his neck and kiss him. It was so cute to hear him so concerned you couldn’t help but to give him a little smooch, “No you didn’t hurt me idiot. I liked it…a lot. But I’m not ganna give you all the juicy details of what you did to me…”

“Why not?! I need to know!”

“No you don’t..” you rubbed his lips over your thumb, “It’s too vulgar…but just know you made me feel soooo good.”

He gulped so loud you could hear it, and you wasn’t for certain but at least 90% sure his Dick twitched at your slurry voice making you giggle.

“This was a good date Zoro. ‘Was really fun, it didnt go as planned, but I enjoyed myself.” You kissed his cheek sitting back down on his lap.

Zoro looked down at you, “You don’t have to lie…I know I fucked up our date.”

“The hell i have to lie about we found this amazing little house, by a lake, you screwed my brains out I really have no complaints.”

“Yeah but…I…sometimes I feel like I’m not…what you need.”

You blinked up at him. “Not what you need?”

“I know I’m not…like that kinky love cook showering you with affection everyday. And I see how much you smile when he calls you those stupid little pet names and sometimes I think if you’d like me to do that but I just can’t. It’s just not my thing. I don’t care to go on dates, I don’t like being all lovey dovey but ..I do…I do uh….”

Zoro struggled for a while to speak how he truly felt about you, for a long time in fact he knew he wasn’t good with words, hell, he never even told you the big three words before because he felt too embarrassed to do so even though you tell him all the time, so he just showed his love for you through actions and quality time. Today he wanted to push himself to step up his game as being your boyfriend by taking you on a decent date and finally confess his love for you, but of course he ruined it again.

“Zoro I…”

He wrapped his arms around you and just sat there for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly as his heart was beating through he chest,

“I love you, Y/n.”

Zoro’s words sounded nearly unsure, but that wasn’t the case and you knew it. His face was warm against your tummy, and his grip tightened sensing your lack of response.

“I…I love you too, Zoro…so much.” He didn’t want to look back up at you an you could tell by the way he just buried his head further into you like a little baby Koala. You let out an airy giggle and patted his head. “I love you, Roronoa Zoro.”

“Tch…why’d you have to say my full name?” He mumbled squeezing your ass cheek.

“Because I love you. All of you. You can give me a headache sometimes—“

“You’re the headache—“

“Shut up I’m speaking— you can give me a headache. But that’s one of the many reasons I love you. You’re what I want. I don’t want Sanji, I don’t want Luffy, there is no man in the sea I want besides you. I know your dumbass can’t express yourself how you want sometimes but I knew that before I dated you & if I felt like I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t be with you soooooo—-hey. Look at me.” You grabbed his warmed cheeks making him do a pouty lip, “I don’t care about what you can’t do or won’t do for me. I know what you’re capable of doing and that’s what I like. Plus I knew you were willing to make an effort to make me happy by taking me out on a date. And I really loved this date. I just love spending time with you, idiot so stop acting like I want somebody else I only want you, you ass.”

You managed to get a chuckle out of him which in turn made you laugh. You missed his stupid smile. Zoro pulled you back down and kissed you. It was so slow and sensual feeling his tongue dance around your mouth. He never kissed like this before. It wasn’t harsh or full of lust like it was earlier. It was more gentle, passionate, slow. Your head became fuzzy, you didn’t taste the alcohol on his breath anymore so he couldn’t still be effected by the aphrodisiac.

“Since I don’t remember fucking you earlier…how about you remind me….”

You swear if you wasn’t in the water you would have probably gotten wet already.

“Oh so you don’t remember me saying….’fuck me then’…? Hm?” You purred in his ear already palming his semi hard cock, making him groan in the back of his throat.

“Well… remind yourself Zoro….

Fuck me then…”

He snapped open his eyes to crash his lips back onto yours, “Comehere..” Zoro didn’t waste any time holding you up by your hips and sliding you down his shaft in the water, “Wrap your arms around me.”

You did as told and Zoro began to work his hips up into you. You still felt a sting of soreness from a few hours ago, but it was a pain your were willing to endure for just a little while longer to cum on his cock.

“Z-Zo…”

Zoro squeezed your ass making you arch your back so he could suck on your bouncing nipple. His hot tongue latched on swirling and nibbling on it, as you began to grind on him making you moan out pressing him further into your chest.

You couldn’t stop moaning out his name, clenching down on him having his voice groan in between your breast. He felt himself cumming by how hard you kept clamping down on him and he knew he wanted to feel you cum with him so Zoro brought his thumb down to rub on your clit.

“Zoro im Close! Ah!” Your words were broken, the water was splashing and echoing in the secluded area, your toes began to curl feeling your orgasm approach —

“Common Just Like that—fuck—cum with me baby—“

He pulled you closer having you bounce up and down on him. You both were panting heavily, eye lids heavy as you cupped his jawline to kiss him again moaning in his mouth.

After you both came down and rode off your highs, Zoro yawned noticing the sun was long gone and it was time to head back to the ship before Luffy decides to make another search party for you both.

“You Gatta carry me back…you promised.” You murmured slumped on his shoulder.

“Fine…”

He put you on his shirt since yours was ripped apart

And walked you both back to the Sunny, he told you that you could just go to sleep and he’ll put you to bed when y’all arrive but you knew good and well he’d be walking all night with you so you help guiding him back.

When you both arrived in your room Zoro placed you on the bed, your body was absolutely spent and so was his, but before he took off his pants to cuddle you to sleep you sat up, “Hey…look it.”

You pulled out the sake bottle from the house and Zoro ‘s eye went wide, “You took it?!”

“Well yeah it’s a little memento…” You placed it on your nightstand to admire it, “Neither of us won’t drink it BUT it’s a little reminder of our first date.”

“You’re so annoying…Today does not count as a first date!” He grumbled getting into your bed to hold you.

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do to.”

“Do not!”

“…do too.”

“Y/N!”

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groonklie · 1 year

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Looky here looky here, look what I've got! (It's more badges.)

Sorry about not sharing big versions for all of these, it's harder when its a batch :\

UPDATE: there's a page on my site with all these badges if you want to see them in action and download others! This is it:

Also, note: Salsa the monkey is just ripped from his sprites in Mother 3, and the Bad Apple badges are just downscaled versions of this gif. The bad apple gif is kind of glitchy as well. Weird..

Also also, if you want a big version of one of these, you can comment it or ask or something and I'll do it :)

(Bad Apple gif with the link showing v)

1/14/23 update: oh my gooooooood, this post looks so bad with the mobile update for how images are scaled :' )

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mistypsych · 11 months

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ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL yoongi / suga / agust d (teaser)

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. The story is a non idol BTS fanfic with Suga being the main character. Hope the teaser catchers your attention! Let me know if you want to be in the tag list.

Blood was pumping threw your body with speed that seemed to be at hundreds miles per hour. The dizziness that came from all the adrenalin was slowly creeping up your brain. Your heart tried to climb out threw your now completely dry throat. You still couldn’t fathom how in the world you turned out to be naive and blind enough to find yourself in this damn situation.

The fact that the person who dragged you into all of this was standing petrified and held at gunpoint, was not making it any easier. The tall and well built male whom others referred to as Joon was staring you down while holding his silver piece close to Jungkooks head. “You better not try some bullshit bitch!” he snarled angrily. His gaze was locked onto your back. You could swear you felt the heat of his eyes burning threw your skin.

You were sweaty, your hair was messy and stuck to your forehead. While elbows deep in blood you tried to stop the hemorrhaging. The long haired male laying in front of you with horrific wounds was getting paler by the minute. You were smart enough to figure out he most likely was the boss of this whole group of questionable men.

“He needs a fucking hospital!” a hoarse scream flew out of your lips while you were desperately trying to stop the blood. At this point you felt it was almost overflowing the whole abdominal cavity.

The brunette moved up and took his gun away from your colleges head just to put it to your temple. The coldness of the metal sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed the dry ball forming in your mouth. You were slowly out of ideas. This was not a place for dealing with such wounds. In your mind you knew the young man should be on an operating table with blood bags hanging already. “I said no fucking hospitals!” the roared words snapped you back to reality and pierced threw you like an arrow.

“No way in hell am I gonna pull this shit off” you thought to yourself almost giving up. You were at the point of exhaustion you slowly stoped to care if you got shot or not. In all honesty you were slowly shitting yourself, the scenario of this whole fucked up deal was staring to hit you hard. Not only was some thugs life on the line but so was yours and your friends. The same damn friend who got you into this predicament in the first place.

As much as you wanted to rip Kooks stupid head right off his shoulders, you knew you had to focus on the task. It was the only way out of there. You closed your eyes trying to forget about the cold sting coming from the weapon that was painfully pushed against your scull.

Exhaling threw your nose loudly you suddenly thought of something. It was brutal but you had to try. “Get me salt!” you finally spat out. “Are you fucking crazy?!” one of the men standing at the door growled. He was shorter and of a lighter built but still had something about him that made your skin crawl. All of them made you feel extremely uneasy and wonder if you were gonna die even if you end up saving their main man. You saw them. You knew their faces and location. Were they really gonna let you walk out of there breathing?

Looking into the still not moving gangsters misty eyes you gritted your teeth. “I SAID GET ME SOME DAMN SALT YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!” the words shot out of your mouth faster then you could think them threw. Luckily the insult only got them to move and fetch what you wanted. In a different situation you could imagine such talkback would only earn you a proper wack.

Jungkook looked at you with worried eyes. He was trembling a bit knowing what you were planning on doing. He heard some stories about this so called “last hope” method. It was mainly used at the military when doctors were out of supplies and tools. He knew you were always fascinated by medical work in the army. Still he prayed that you had at least the slightest idea about what you were doing and were aware of all the possible outcomes.

Of course you weighed your options. This approach was not something you would do while at the hospital but given your situation you had little to no choice. You could let this shady dude die and have your life taken with him or you could try and use a risky method.

Taking the pack of salt in your surprisingly steady hands you looked at the full of lesions and oozing abdomen. Taking a deep breath you tossed the powder.

Everyone in the room except for your coworker looked in utter shock and went silent for a while. Then a “The fuck you think you are doing?!” was let out in a high pitched note by someone.

You barely made out the next obscenities that were being thrown around by the now very anxious group of criminals. You steered yourself into your work zone. Staring at the cavity you already knew you dealt your cards well. The blood finally stopped flooding in and you could now start looking for all the torn vessels and start stitching them up.

Once more you closed your eyes, moved your head to both sides. The motion let out a loud crack and gave a little relief to your aching neck. Grabbing the suturing kit from the medical bag you began to work your magic.

Being a highly well trained trauma surgeon made you capable of working fast and efficiently under hefty amounts of stress. But no training at the hospital could prepare you for being trapped in a hellhole stitching up some shady persona while being held at gunpoint. And sure as fuck no one had you ready for all that was about to come next in your life…

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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I am very curious about headcanons of what the Rise!boys would be like with a small Reader. By small I mean shorter than Mikey, only up to his chest. :3 I am imagining the Reader being easily flushed when it comes to their heights (might be a little selfconcious about it), but there could be some cute things, like them perching on Raph's shoulder? But also being teased about it, like Mikey, now not being the shortest, holding something over the Reader's head so they can't reach it? I thought it might be fun and wholesome. ^w^ (Also, thank you for your answer last time, you're so nice! I can't believe I was so nervous about writing you >///<)

The Smallest

author’s note: hiiiiii, i take wayyy too long with hc’s, sorry for the wait <333

warnings: nothing but fluff :D

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Raph

Raph would be super worried around you at first. Him being so large and you so tiny, tinier than Mikey who was literally the size of one of Raph’s arms. Yes he felt really self-conscious, because the last thing he would want to do is hurt you.

So don’t be too upset if he doesn’t approach you at first, he just needs time, time to see that he won’t accidentally hurt you. Because not only is he bigger he’s also pointier. His spikes have ripped through so many of his clothes he’s just accepted it at this point. His clothing will always have tears.

He feels the most comfortable around you when he’s lower to the ground, sitting on the couch or on a bean bag chair in the common area. The two of you could practically be the same height during those times and he finds it endearing when you take those moments to shower him with attention! “Lookie here we’re eye level now!!” You teased, yes you made fun of yourself most of the time because otherwise Leo would beat you to it.

The more time that passed the more Raph would feel at ease, scooping you up in his arms was just natural for the two of you. You were so light, he could hold you for hours without strain! And you appreciated the new view, sitting on his shoulders was your absolute favorite though, feeling super tall! “Gosh Raph, this is what it’s like to be you huh?” and he laugh, “Yeah, how’s the weather?” He would joke and you’d smack the top of his head playfully.

“Ow okay okay!!” It didn’t hurt him at all, but he played along, smiling happily, he thought you were just the cutest. “Raphie wanna go play DDR?” He’d immediately turn from the ramp room, heading for the arcade. “Challenging the champ?” He’d say glancing up with a smirk. “The champ is about to go down!!”

It was a close match, Raph coming up short by just one point but he’d turn to you and see you jumping up and down with excitement. You couldn’t believe you had actually beat him!! You’d jump up into his arms and Raph just couldn’t sulk with defeat, not when you were celebrating like that. “Did you see that?!! I was on fire!!!”

“You dance like a boss!!” He’d beam, unable to stop himself from stealing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Raph!!” You squeaked, blushing furiously and he’d just pretend to be none the wiser. What did he do?? Kiss you?? When?? And he’d kiss your other cheek just as quickly, a big smug grin on his face.

Leo

He would definitely tease you the most. “Hey short stuff~” you’d never hear the end of your height. He wouldn’t stop unless it really bothered you. Some days you wouldn’t tolerate it and he’d shut his trap real quick, offering genuine apologies, going down dramatically to ask for your forgiveness.

But on most days it was fine, and he only teased because it was part of his love language. “Y/n, I can carry you on my shoulders too you know!” He’d definitely get jealous to see you having so much fun on his older brothers shoulders. He was taller than you so it’d still be fun, right?! Though Leo couldn’t hold up as long as Raph would, he’d definitely pick you up, twirl you around in a tight hug, before placing you back down on your feet.

“Someone said what??” He’d perk up at the thought of someone else teasing you for your height. “Want me to portal over to their house and scare them?” He’d ask mischievously. Would definitely want to have some words with this bully. Or an even worse thought, they were flirting with you?! Gah it almost made him gag, that type of flirting was reserved for Leo and Leo alone!

“No no, I think I will pay them a little visit, don’t worry I won’t scare them too bad.” Total lie, he’d make sure they wouldn’t mess with you ever again. “Lee, it’s fine, you tease me like that too!” You even pointed it out to him and he would glower, “well yeah but only I can do it, I don’t go as far as them either!” He’d convince you one way or another.

What he loved to do most was keep things out of your reach. “Hey Leo can I have some chips?” You’d ask coming up to where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, munching away. “Hmm these?” He hands them over only the stretch his arm up and away at the last second. This game of keep away would go on for a while. “Okay okay I promise, that was the last time,” he’d smile endearingly, offering you the bag for the thirteenth time.

Your eyes would narrow, slowly reaching out your hand then making a mad grab for it. Leo was too quick for you though, and he’d laugh at how you would groan and give up completely. “Awww c’mon shorty, here here, no more teasing,” and you’d snatch the bag from his hands still not trusting him to try and annoy the hell out of you. “You’re so lame!” Sticking your tongue out at him. You better run after that because the mischievous look in his eyes would tell you that he was going to prove you how not lame he was.

“Oh babe, me lame? Ohoho where are you running off to?! Come back here!!” He’d already have a plan at how to make you eat your words.

Donnie

Donnie would be the most unaffected by your height. Practically never brings it up! He would be protective of you, worry about the things lying around in his lab. Wondering if something was a hazard to someone at your stature.

“Wait wait Y/n, I’m not done with this project, and it’s dealing (insert crazy toxins that could be dangerous to humans/anybody without the right gear on)” Donnie would be in like a whole getup, opening his lab door only a smidge to be able to tell you, no you couldn’t come inside that day.

“But when are we gonna hang out??” You said trying to peer past his form to get a look at the cool dangerous stuff. Your interest in hanging out with him would definitely have Donnie ending his lab work for the day quickly, “I’ll be just a moment more!” He said hurriedly, closing the door as you took steps away.

About 15 minutes later you were leaning against the wall by his lab door, on your phone scrolling aimlessly, perking up when you’d hear a loud boom or crash from the lab. Then suddenly the door opened, Donnie fumbling to put up his goggles. “Greetings!” Donnie smirked after getting them to lay perfectly atop his head.

“Greetings mad scientist, how’s the toxins?” He started his stroll to the living room, sounding way more casual and less worried as you continued to follow him away from the lab, “hazardous as usual,” he shrugged. And you wondered if he was trying to get back into his bad boy persona.

“So the plan today?” you asked curious to see if he would remember. He took out his phone, “Hey!” and he started walking faster, “that’s cheating!!!” you whined, knowing he was going check the messages between the both of you. “Ah yes!” He turned back to give you a sly smile, “fly you around New York, how could I forget!” He mused entertained to see you grumbling.

“For a genius who can remember all of pi how can you forget something we just texted about yesterday?!” You pouted, wondering if he was acting like he forgot to keep up the persona or if he really was losing his memory. “You’ll have to forgive me it may be the side effects of the-“

“toxins” you finished and smacked your palm to your face. “Remind me why you are working with such dangerous chemicals again?” And it was Donnie’s turn to gasp. You blinked coming to stand next to him. He looked down at you with hurt eyes, one hand going to his chest. “Don’t you remember?”

And your eyebrows furrowed, “Y/n! You wound me, it was just yesterday when I told you the why’s and how’s and when’s!” His hand went up to cover his mouth in disbelief. “You’re messing with me! I don’t remember..” you had started strong but then you began to second guess yourself.

It was your turn to whip out your phone going to check the messages you and Donnie had sent yesterday. Which had been a lot. As you scrolled, eyes set in concentration, you missed the way Donnie’s face morphed into one of adoration. Snickering to himself at how serious you looked. His hand came to rest atop your head, leaning down to your ear, “gotcha~”

Mikey

Mikey would be a ball full of joy at not being the smallest anymore. And he’d be allllll over you, from the very beginning. “Oh-mi-gosh!! You are soooo adorable, hi I’m Mikey, and what’s your name cutie?” He’d be fawning over you 24/7

“Y/n, oh wow what a beautiful name! It suits you perfectly~” he honestly isn’t even trying to flirt, he’s just the sweetest person ever and a definite hype man/turtle! If you ever feel self conscious about your height he is there to tell you, “what?! Y/n trust, you are perfect the way you are, who doesn’t love fun-size!!” Seriously he’s always cheering you up and cheering you on

If you are ever nearby he’s swinging his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and leaning over you. He likes to put his chin on top of your head and you can just feel when his face breaks into a big happy smile. If you grow even an inch he’ll notice, “cutie pie?! when did you start growing! you have to stop or else you’ll be taller than meeee!” He’s teasing of course

Mikey wouldn’t care if you suddenly had a growth spurt and shot past him, he’d just jump into your arms! “They’re not little, they’re fun-sized!” Out of all the terms for small you hate being called little the most, it always sounded so demeaning. Mikey would speak up for you, because this was a job for Dr. Delicate Touch! “And what’s so great about being an absolute giant lanky beanstalk anyways?!” He’d retort to your bully

You’d have to cart Mikey away, pulling at his arm for him to reluctantly follow you. “It’s okay Mike, really,” he’d get serious, squeezing your hand, “no, I could tell what they said hurt your feelings, honestly they must lack brain cells!” He’d huff, turning his face back to see if the culprits were still there. But you’d tug on his hand and he’d immediately look down. “Thanks Mikey,” you said smiling all teary eyed at your defender.

His eyes would get misty too, “shucks Y/n! Of course!! anytime!! I’ll always be here for you,” and he’d pull you into a crushing hug. The best kind, where you just felt so much love. “When’d you get so tall?” You joked, sniffing back the tears from falling. He snickered looking down at his feet, and you followed his gaze seeing he had obvious sole inserts. “Pftttt,” you laughed and he laughed too, “what’re you talkinggg about I’ve always been tall!” he continued joking

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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[8.07] dad!mingi × baby!sumin × baby!seeun (ft. uncles!ateez, dad!hongjoong and baby!minjae)

⇀ mingi really is that dad. an enabler dad.

⇁ i ended up writing this after mulling over it for a long ass while (not really but still, long enough) and at this point brat brigade's spam section is my baby!xikers dumping ground. but lookie @flowerboykun i wrote this idea !

⇁ disclaimer : the author is not forcing any ideas or form of relationship between irl characters. this fic is specifically for entertainment purposes

wc : 1.8 k

genre : fluff, dad!au, baby!au

When you first found out that you were pregnant, your first thought went straight to how much fun you'll have dressing your daughter up. Then you found out you were having a boy and Mingi immediately cried because now he can have his twin. Then the second time you got pregnant, you were still hoping to have a girl to dress in frilly clothes and shove the fact that now you have your own twin to Mingi's face. But that day, in the doctor's office, with Mingi and Sumin with his custom baby Gucci beret in his arms, you found out that you were having another boy. It wasn't like you don't want your children, it was just that you know having two boys means that Mingi's going to have so much fun coordinating both boys' outfits.

So now, when Sumin and Seeun reached 5 and 4 years old respectively, you weren't even surprised that Mingi had dedicated a whole Instagram page to document the daily outfits that he coordinated for them. As pissy as you were that you couldn't dress your daughter in pink tutus or sparkly tops, you have to admit that they looked absolutely precious in the outfit their dad had so passionately picked for them.

Sumin is almost always dressed in how Mingi would be dressed on stage, a muted version of his flashy fashion while Seeun is more often than not dressed as a sporty-casual Mingi. They have their own unique styles, of course, but Mingi would always make sure that whenever they go out, people will IMMEDIATELY recognize them as siblings. And now, he had (somehow) managed to rope you into coordinating outfits as a family which you (and Seonghwa as the eldest representative) had limited to special events only because people (Wooyoung) began teasing you both by using the pictures you posted on Instagram and photoshopping them on advertisements (the worst one was for a hemorrhoid cream) which annoyed you (you taking his old as fuck Bathing Ape jacket and threatening to rip it to shreds and use them to wipe your children's snots). Nevertheless, both brothers love being dressed up by their dads so much and you were absolutely grateful for the fact that they never fought over who gets to wear what when, it had always been civil between them and they even do this bit of commenting on each other's outfits just before they go out. It's safe to say that at ages 5 and 4, they can differentiate between Houndstooth and Glen Check, and which is Louis Vuitton and which is Gucci. Yeah, your babies are SPOILED by their dad.

Their taste develops at such a young age that nowadays, they have begun to accessorise themselves. Sumin has been quite into sunglasses lately, even at night, he'd try to wear his dad's sunglasses on top of his head that just ended up falling over his face so Mingi bought him his first Gentle Monster that he adored to pieces. Seeun, on the other hand, has been into hats as of late, particularly bucket hats. It started when you put one on him as he was going to the mall to have fun with his uncle Yunho and cousin Jinsik, and he came home buzzing with excitement and refusing to take his hat off, so he asked you and Mingi to take him to get more hats the next day (he took mostly buckets, of course).

Knowing how important impressions are to your boys, you were rather reluctant to leave them for their first day of pre-K and kindergarten because you were called to the newly established branch of your company in Gyeongsangnam-do. While Seeun cried freely into your chest, Sumin tried to pack himself into your luggage. Thankfully, you were able to compromise with the boys by letting them wear whatever they want for their first day in a new environment and that they would be able to send you pictures and videos as much as they wanted. You thought that there would be no harm done and Mingi would make sure that both boys can freely express themselves within the guidelines. With teary eyes and quivering lips, both boys spent a whole 15 minutes hugging you until you have to go.

So the next day, Mingi arrived with his boys in front of the school and as soon as they got out of the car, Seeun and Sumin rushed to the steps and posed, beyond excited. "Come on, dad! Take a picture!" Sumin called out as he adjusted Seeun's hat so the front flap doesn't cover his eyes. "Coming!" Mingi grinned widely and immediately crouched down a little bit farther away from the two boys with his phone aimed at them, "Now, give mommy a big, big smile and a big pose!"

Clad in blue and white, both boys were grinning widely, very much happy with the outfit that they were adorning. Keeping with the twinning theme, Sumin had a white long-sleeved shirt paired with knee-length light blue shorts, colourful crew socks that he picked out himself, and original white Adidas with black stripes. To top the look off, he had his sunglasses on top of his head as a fashion statement. Meanwhile, Seeun was wearing a white t-shirt with a light blue puffer vest, matching knee-length shorts and matching bucket hat, crew socks, and original black vans. To top it all off, both boys were wearing different black bags; Sumin with his messenger bag and Seeun with his backpack. Parents walking past them genuinely thought that the boys were celebrity children which was technically true since their dad is an idol but they themselves also seemed like tv personalities with how confident they were in front of the camera and they were dressed too fashionably for a day in school.

When Sumin and Seeun had their fill of posing and taking pictures, Mingi shot you a quick text with a picture of your boys before jogging to his boys who grabbed his hands upon contact. "Okay, it's a big big day for Seeunnie here, so please listen to your teacher for everything. That goes to you too, Sumin, Okay?" Mingi eyed the two boys who were staring up at him intently, "I can't have mommy getting a call saying that you stuck a crayon up your nose again like your first day in Pre-K," Mingi squinted his eyes at the eldest boy who whined and stomped his feet in embarrassment at the mention of his accident while his younger brother snorted at him. Some parents were rushing to get their kids in but the Song boys were enjoying their leisure walk as the family head told them how to conduct themselves. Seeun was looking up at his dad, listening carefully while Sumin was kicking pebbles along the path whilst maintaining hand-holding with Mingi.

Just as the boys were about to reach the entrance of the school, a teacher came approaching with a smile on her face. "Why hello there!" she greeted as she crouched down in front of the boys which made Sumin's smile drop and Seeun stepped back and hid behind one of Mingi's legs, "I see that you two are ready for school, huh? Look at your clothes!" The compliments she was giving made Sumin puff up his chest proudly as Seeun took half a step forward to look at the teacher curiously. "I love your outfits so much, however, we don't allow accessories like hats and sunglasses in our classes," the teacher's eyes peered up to Mingi as if seeking his help to remove the items from his kids and hopefully take him home with him.

Hearing that they couldn't wear their accessories, Sumin and Seeun whipped their heads to Mingi with the saddest face ever. Mingi, however, didn't even need the push from his sons to step up for them. "Why not?" he asked without sparing a second. The teacher seemed taken aback, not expecting that a parent would question the rules that have been established for a long time in the school. "Because... It's an accessory sir, it's not part of the outfit guidelines for the students," if she thought that would just drop it, she was sorely mistaken. Mingi looked around at the other kids that were starting to arrive and noticed some little girls with accessories on them which he pointed at with his chin, "I don't think I read anything about bead bracelets, necklaces, and earrings," he shrugged. To anyone who didn't know him, it might seem like Mingi was being annoying or unreasonable but in reality, Mingi was simply being inquisitive. The teacher seemed stunned because he did have a point but at the same time, no one has ever raised an issue or even just a question about female students wearing accessories before. "Uh... I mean..." Truly, she was stumped but she had to answer because she was supposed to have an answer, "W-well, the accessories the boys wear could be dangerous as things like your son's sunglasses could poke other children in the eyes and no one is allowed to wear hats in class." Hearing their accessories being mentioned, both children grabbed the items mentioned as if to not let anyone take them away. "Yeah, but... Why? I don't see any problem if my boys are not gonna distract any children with their accessories or disturb the class. If anything, those glass ball thingies in those girls' hair ties could potentially blind other children if they snapped or the necklaces they wore could break, fall into a student's drinking cup and choke on it."

Just as the teacher was about to answer, two people came and stopped where they stood still. She didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing, though. "What are you guys doing here?" Hongjoong asked with an eyebrow raised, Minjae on his side on his iPad with his headphones on. Both Sumin and Seeun immediately beamed and rushed to hug their uncle Joongie tightly, greeting him with muffled voices. "The teacher said Sumin can't wear his sunglasses and Seeun can't wear his bucket hat," Mingi sighed, shrugging his shoulders in confusion. Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows and planted his hands on his hips, "What do you mean they can't wear their sunglasses and bucket hat?" The teacher was about to answer when Mingi answered for her instead, "Well she said those items could hurt other children?" To which Hongjoong replied with a scoff and his arms crossed over his chest, "And those tiny catapults in the girls' hair couldn't?" In agreement, Mingi clapped his hands together, "Thank you!"

It seemed like both fathers were so into their conversations that they didn't realize the kids were looking at each other. Minjae pulled his headphone down and tucked his iPad into his bag securely before taking both of Sumin and Seeun's hands into his. He stepped up to the dumbfounded teacher (who looked like she was about to cry) and spoke, "We'll be getting to class first, miss, we'll be late," he smiled widely before bowing and walking away with Sumin and Seeun in tow, not even giving a chance for the teacher to tell him that he was not supposed to bring electronics into class and that Sumin and Seeun were still not supposed to wear their accessories.

This issue could be resolved, right?

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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Let you break my heart again

Tighnari x reader x Albedo

angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader (if there is one I probably missed it during editing!!) reader is described to have medium ish hair along with an earring

summary: Tighnari comes back from patrol to find a blonde man, Albedo, with you at a place only you and him know, hating the way this mysterious man was getting to close.

"—despite knowing what I am now....are you still willing to work with me?"

You stare at Albedo, what he just confessed to you moments earlier still running through your mind. Your eyes focus on him and only him, it was hard to believe this gorgeous man was not human in the slightest.

"So what if you're not human?" You blurt out.

The two of you, after meeting up with Collei, left to go look at the stars in a secluded area you used to visit with Tighnari back in your trainee years.

His eyes wander to his gloved hand before he begins to slip off the fabric. You watch, a little confused on what he was planning to do.

With his now bare hand, he grabs yours and peels off your glove before holding your hand against his. His hand is softer than you imagined and you feel little to no warmth radiating from them.

He lets you feel them and he continues to speak softly to you.

"your parents, they seem very hesitant as I mentioned before....why is that?"

You look up at through your lashes before looking back down, letting go his hand to look to the side.

With a heavy sigh, "I...had an older brother but he was killed."

Albedo tilts his head, "killed? By who?"

You let out a dry chuckle, bringing your knees up to your chest. "He wasn't killed by a person...." He could sense how uncomfortable you were getting so he quickly dropped the subject.

"Moving forward....did you make your decision to join the knight?"

Letting out a hum, you smile a bit before glancing up at him through your hairs that fell over your face.

Your eyes widen slightly as he brushes those hairs away, clipping them back with a hair clip as your cheeks visibly turn red as you two maintain eye contact before he slowly leans in.

His fingers cupping your face, heart beating rapidly in your chest as his lips are almost touching yours, he pauses before your lips met and your eyes close. His hand intertwined with your free one as he could feel you shaking a bit during slow, yet tender kiss.

You two finally separated as you try to catch your breathe before shyly looking up at him to find him already looking at you.

"I'm sorry....I should have asked first." He's says, he notice how you slightly trembled but you shake your head.

"no, it's fine....it was...just my first...um, you know."

He smiles at your shyness, caressing your hair, the moonlight shining down at you made you look more heavenly to him and he leans down again before in the corner of his eye he sees a glint.

Wasting no time, he lunges forward, making you fall back with him landing on top of you just as an arrow zips inches from where you two were just sitting.

A quiet 'oof' leaves your lips due to Albedo's weight on top of you as you look at him confused, face inches apart as you lay there, hair spread out on the grass underneath you.

Before he's ripped right off you as you quickly sit up to see Tighnari, an angry expression on his face as he drops the blonde away from you.

"T-tighnari? What are you—"

"I would've suspected the Fatui snooping around the Withering Zones but no, it turned to be you two." His tone makes you flinch as you glance at Albedo as your friend looks the blonde's view of you.

You try to sit up, trying to get to Albedo who seem to be on alert but Tighnari prevents you.

"Stay behind me," he says but it makes your brows furrow in confusion.

He thinks he successes in stopping you but you quickly rush past him, running to the blonde man.

"Bedo, are you alright?" You ask, kneeling down on the grass.

Albedo smiles at you, "I'm fine, no need to worry." You smile faintly at this before snapping out of it and looking back Tighnari.

"What's gotten into you? It was dangerous shooting at Albedo like that." You said, helping Albedo up as he brushes off the dirt on his coat.

Tighnari couldn't stand you standing so close to this man, his brows furrow in frustration as he stares at the two of you.

"I hope you're ready to come back after pulling that stunt of yours, honestly, I knew you were stubborn, but never thought you were stubborn enough to leave without a word face to face."

He says as you look at him a bit confused.

"Come back?" You let out a scoff, "I made it clear I wouldn't come back, Tighnari."

Albedo looks at you both, not knowing what to say.

Tighnari sigh, pinch the bridge of his nose, "look, if it's about what I said, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it—"

Your eyes looks away, "it's not about that, I know my worth now and I know...that I don't belong here with the forest rangers." You let a sigh, looking over at Albedo.

"I belong in Mondstadt.."

Now it Tighnari's turn to look at you confused.

"I don't understand...what are you trying to say?"

"This is Albedo, he's the one who helped me understand my real purpose and with the approval of my parents, we can finally move on to the next step, isn't that right?"

Albedo nods his head, "yes, once we return to Mondstadt, Y/n can prepare to take the next step into mastering their family's cleansing techniques."

Tighnari's tail comes to a complete halt as his finger twitches at the mention of cleansing.

His gaze seem to darken a bit as he looks over at you, a noticable scowl on his face as he takes a step forward.

"Why are you still trying to pursue going on that path?"

He takes a hold of your wrist, pulling you away from Albedo, "come on, let's go home. Collei and everyone else is worried about you."

His grip on you only tightens as you tried to pull your arm back.

"Tighnari, please! Listen to me!" He continues to drag you with him as Albedo tries to reason with him.

"Why do you always act like this?" The three of you were just at the entrance of the Ville as you finally rip yourself form his grasp.

"We're friends aren't we? Since we were children yet you still treat me as if I'm still one!"

Holding onto your wrist in pain, "answer me! All you ever do is think so little of me—" you shout.

You never once raised your voice at him, there was no need to but now...you finally see you never really had a choice with him by your side, always following how word.

"Because I'm scared!" He shouts back, catching you by surprised as your eyes widen at this. "Scared you might end up dead like your foolish brother!" He grits his teeth, fangs visible as he continues to yell as you stand there stunned.

"You leave for a month and come back like nothing happened, do you know how many people were worried about you? Collei, your parents, hell, even me for archons sakes!"

Albedo looks at you, hearing as your breathe hitched at this, clutching onto your hands tight.

"You don't have to follow into your ancestors footsteps just because they were Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's healers."

At this point, neither of you three noticed Collei standing behind Tighnari, walking towards you two, only to come to a stop as he continues to yell.

"You're so stubborn....forget about it. You're coming back as a forest ranger and that's final. No more cleansing, healing or whatever. You're staying here, where it's safe."

Collei stops at this, looking at you three.

"Y/n! You're back!"

You flinch at this, Albedo's hand that was on your shoulder at some point let's go as you run past Tighnari to go to Collei.

"Collei! I missed you so much!" You hug the girl, smiling big as she laughs. She notices the blonde in the back as she pulls away from you.

"Oh, is this Mister Albedo you mentioned in your letter?"

You nod your head, "yes, he looks just like a prince, doesn't he?" You whisper to her as she giggles before Tighnari clears his throat.

"We're not done, first, let's get you out of those clothes, you won't be needing them."

He takes your hand, more softer this time, "then—"

You don't budge from your spot, your face morphs into a painful one as you look at him in the eye. "Tighnari, I'm not coming back. I'm apart of the knights and my parents already know."

It starts to rain lightly as the rain begins to soak your hair and coat you wear.

"So please, trust me on this." Your eyes sadness at this, "I don't plan on dying, not now, not ever." You grit your teeth and you thought you finally got your point across as he lets go of you.

But you're so wrong as he turns back around.

"yeah, well, neither did B/n, did he? Yet he died because he was foolish and I don't want you walking down that same path he did. You saw what happened to him that day, we both witnessed it yet you wanna go through with learning. Wasn't your brother dying in your arms enough to see that—"

cough

He stops as you two glance to the side to see Collei with a hand over her mouth as she falls to the ground.

"Collei!" Albedo is quick to catch her as she breathes in and out heavily.

"Eleazar." You mutter as you run to her side, "we need to get her inside, Albedo," you call out to him, "my room is the closest, bring her there." You tell him as the rest of the rangers show him the way as you fall behind with Tighnari.

You glance at him before averting your eyes before walking away, the rain soaking through your coat at this point, "please, don't bring my brother into this."

He avoids your gaze, ears bend down as he hears you stop walking.

"...you know, I—" you take a deep breathe as you glance up to see Albedo, who already laid Collei down inside your room, staring at you from the top of the path, even when the rain is raining down on him, he looks.... breathe taking.

You sigh, "I may the one walking away but you're the one leaving and pushing me away."

—

Albedo wraps a warm blanket over you as you sit against the bed, your head buried in your arm as he could hear the occasional hiccups.

"Y/n." He calls out in the more tender voice as he brushes away some hairs, placing them behind your ears. Before cupping your face to look up at him.

"How about..some fresh air?" He asks quietly as you slowly nod your head, his bare hands wiping away the tears that continue to fall from your eyes.

Shutting your eyes as you sniff, you lean into his touch before he helps you up, keeping the blanket on you as you two make yourselves up to one of the thick branches above.

As you sit down next to him, you smile a bit and he notices this.

"Me and.. Tighnari used to sit up when we're trainees, gazing up at the stars." You whisper, clutching the blanket close.

Looking up at the stars, the rain, just as it sudden came, it was gone within an hour.

Sighing, you lay your head in his shoulder, closing your eyes at this peace.

"We never fought like this before," you admit.

Albedo glances down before looking back up, "I somewhere feel like I caused this gap between you two."

Confusion written all over your face, you lift your head to look at him.

"No, you didn't cause anything...so don't apologize or anything like that, okay?"

He laughs at this, "alright."

You grin at this before swinging your legs back and forth, "so.....we were once Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's healers. Amazing." Chuckles quietly at this, you let out a sigh. "Feels like I've been betrayed in a way, he knew all this time and yet..."

Shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders, you're at a lost for words for once.

You look down, spotting a few people who lived in the Ville before you hear the distant sounds of thunder.

Albedo seem to have heard them too as he looks up at the night sky, "we should get inside soon, it might rain again." he says.

Letting out a hum, you close your eyes briefly before putting your head on his shoulder.

Neither of you say anything, enjoy the occasional voices of your once co-workers down below.

You could hear the sound of thunder again but don't think much of it as you begin to drift asleep.

But when you hear thunder and footsteps, that's when you become alert as you sit up, feeling a bit tense, the air around you two got heavy.

'There's only one person —'

Your thoughts are cut as you feel the same pair of eyes you felt in the forest as you look at Albedo.

"Found you."

Only to find a pair of ruby eyes piercing down at the two of you.

a/n: sorry for the late update, kinda burned out again

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bexdrey · 9 days

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"Drakken... RUN." Upon hearing those words, his fight or flight response kicked in and he ran towards the emergency lockdown switch. Drakken's eyes darted towards the doorway that was closing now behind him. The sight of Shego's glazed over and ravenous eyes sent a chill down his spine. The last thing he saw before the door slammed shut, was Shego bolting her way towards Drakken. The sound of loud, metal pounding caused Drakken to back away with widened eyes. "Just.. Hold in there Shego, I'll figure this out!" He called out. "I hope.." He added quietly before making his way towards what called 'The Research Room.' ----- "No.. no that can't be right. Nnnyeh.. Blast it all!" Drakken exclaimed as he paced the room. Monitors were set up all over the room that flashed with various information. With such little knowledge on whatever had caused Shego to completely lose herself, it was proving increasingly difficult to find answers let alone a cure. He wasn't even sure if it would clear up on it's own. The mere thought had him basically trembling. With every idea pushed aside, new ones formed but they were becoming more and more outlandish. He'd managed to find a strand of Shego's hair entangled in one of her many brushes in the bathroom, but even that was proving to be pointless. The only way he'd be able to get answers is if he could monitor Shego. Thankfully, the DNA in Shego's hair was enough to get a general reading on any potential allergies or medical issues and found there to be none to his relief. Now all he had to do was get an anesthetic strong enough to sedate Shego. As much as he didn't want to do it, he was left with very little choice. The sound of the printer had him rush to his chair and sit, rolling towards where a very long string of paper now began to print. He grabbed it quickly and began to skim over the results. No allergies, no medical issues.. but the worry came when he found he needed a very strong anesthetic to knock out Shego. Drakken grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck, his brows furrowing. He would need to make it himself and he was fairly rusty in medicines. At least it was one he roughly knew how to make, but it would take time and he wasn't sure how long his lockdown would keep Shego at bay. Wait.. now that he thought about it, the banging had stopped... His eyes widened and he spun around, the paper he clutched in his hand ripped at the base from the printer and there he saw Shego, hands flared and eyes filled with a desire to kill. She was heaving and the whites of her eyes had fully blackened. "KILL. KILL. KILL DRAKKEN." The sound of Shego's voice came, but the way he sounded only scared Drakken. It wasn't right. It wasn't her. But he didn't have time to focus on that as she came full force towards him, hands ablaze and aiming directly at him. Drakken let out a startled yelp and bolted out of the room and down the hall. The sound of Shego's footsteps and animalistic growling was hot on his trail. He had run out of time and could only hope that what he had for sedatives was enough. He bolted into the lab and slammed his palm against the 'close' button the second he was in reach. The door slammed with a thud and loud banging could be heard. He knew it wouldn't keep her out for long, but it would have to be enough. "Come on, come on. It's gotta be in here somewhere.. AHA!" He exclaimed with a triumphant flash of a grin, right before the door flew past him. He spun around and aimed the dart gun directly at Shego who was sprinting towards him. He shut his eyes and pulled the trigger and with any ounce of luck... "AUHG!" Came the suddenly distressed voice of Shego. His eyes shot open as she reached for the dart and gave it a glance before growling, slamming it down and refocusing on Drakken who backed up. Shego's steps, however, slowed and in a moment... THUD. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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dixonsgirl93 · 8 months

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Claimed

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Era: S4E15 Warnings: Attempted SA, violence, fluff, little bit of angst Content Description: When Daryl is with The Claimers, the group come across an injured and dehydrated young woman. Daryl, quick on his feet "claims" her before any of the other men can, not knowing what they'd do to her. She's terrified but Daryl takes it upon himself to care for and protect her. A/N: First part is from Daryl's POV and then the rest is Y/N's.

~~ Daryl walked along the train track with The Claimers, with Joe as they chatted, while also trying to figure out how to escape them. He had to admit he respected their rule system. It was basic but kept everyone in line.

It was only the thought of Rick and the others, lost out there, looking for a new home, possibly looking for him that kept him fighting. He couldn't abandon them. They were his family. Real family.

"Well, lookie here. Joe!" Tony, the dark skinned guy, called out. He was looking at something in a ditch to the side of the train track. Daryl, along with the others, starting walking over.

"Holy shit. It's a girl!" Dan, the fattest of the group, called back. His voice was slimy. Daryl ran over and saw a young woman lying in the dirt, covered in blood and weak from exhaustion.

"Claimed!" Daryl shouted before anyone could even think about it. He didn't like these guys. Didn't trust they wouldn't hurt the girl.

"Aw shit." Dan groaned, stepping away.

Harley, Joe's right hand, spoke to Joe. "Can he do that, boss?"

Joe looked between Daryl and the young woman for a moment before shrugging and walking away. Daryl took that as a yes and rushed forward to help her. He crouched beside her. Len watched, his eyes bore into Daryl's back.

"What?" He turned to look at Len but Len gave one last glare before moving away. Something in that look felt like a threat to Daryl. He'd have to be extra vigilant from now on.

"Hey." Daryl said quietly, not touching the young woman who was trying to get away from him, shuffling along the dirt. He looked at her legs, covered in dirt but otherwise seemed uninjured. She was wearing ripped black jeans and awhite t-shirt, plain brown boots. It didn't look as if she'd dropped a backpack or anything nearby. Someone did this to her. She could have just been escaping walkers but something about this didn't feel right to Daryl.

He reached out a hand but didn't touch her. "It's all right. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I wanna help. Can you walk? Tell me yer name at least? I'm Daryl." He stayed crouched just in front of her but her eyes were somewhere above him, looking at what Daryl could only guess were a couple of the guys who stayed to watch. He ignored them and kept his hand out to her.

"They won't hurt you either. I promise." Daryl soothed, still with his hand out. She was scared out of her mind and rightly so. Daryl wondered how she'd made it this far in her state.

Tentatively she got to her feet and stood, ignoring Daryl's hand, and leaned against a tree for support.

Joe whistled and everyone turned. "Right there. That's our abode for the evening." He motioned to a metal building next to them. Daryl turned back to the girl.

"Come with me. I'll keep you safe." Daryl told her, hand still open for her.

I had no idea if I could trust him but when you had nothing left, you had nothing to lose, right?

"I'm, Y/N." My throat was so dry that my voice came out rather raspy. I tried to clear my throat and ended up dry coughing.

The man, Daryl, rummaged in a plastic bag and handed me a bottle. I took it slowly, opened it and sniffed. It smelled fine and so I took a sip instantly feeling better but craving more.

"Nice you meet ya, Y/N. Can you walk?" He took the bottle back and still had his hand out. The others at the top of the ditch stared down at us, no, at me. I looked back at Daryl and weighed my options. I took his hand and pushed myself off the tree. He helped me up the ditch but my ankle gave in under me. I'd twisted it on a fallen branch escaping walkers.

"Come on." The grey-haired man muttered and turned away.

"That's Joe." Daryl told me. "He's the man in charge." He put my arm around his shoulder and his other on my hip. It felt strange but he seemed safe. We followed the others into the building.

"Why did you 'claim' me earlier?" I rasped out, hobbling on my bad foot. I hated that I needed to rely on a man I didn't know.

Daryl looked up at the backs of the other men and slowed us down a little. He lowered his voice almost to a whisper when he answered. "I couldn't let any of them." He nodded toward them. It explained very little except for the fact that it seemed he was saving me from a worse fate. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I wish I could believe that, Daryl." I muttered and then grunted as I put too much pressure on my ankle.

"What happened?" Daryl asked as we crossed the threshold of the building. I felt like I was walking into death's pit. My heart hammered, looking around. We were in some sort of abandoned warehouse/garage. I could feel prying eyes on me as we walked deeper inside.

"Claimed!"

"Claimed." One at a time the men shouted as they got into the rusted cars.

One of the men threw his bag onto the back of the pickup truck Daryl was guiding me too. He smirked nastily at the pair of us. "Claimed."

Daryl grunted and steered us away to a corner of the room. Here he let go, picking up a plank of wood to put over a tire and gestured for me to sit. He then pulled over a box and sat opposite me. Immediately I was expecting an interrogation of some sort, instead he lifted my injured ankle onto his lap and very gently took my boot off to look at it. I watched him work, mesmerised.

"So what's your story, Sweetheart?" Joe had followed us and was smiling down at me.

"Some people ran into our camp, threatened us with guns to give them our stuff." I explained. "One of the guys with us, starting mouthing off and they just shot him. A couple of the others tried to fight them then and so me and my sister ran. There was this group of the dead, coming right at us. We tried to fight them off but ran instead. Me and my sister got split up and I still had the dead on my tail and I fell and twisted my ankle, I tried to keep running but fell in that ditch. I was only there for a couple minutes before you guys found me." I was breathing heavy by the end, reliving the moment.

"Lucky we did." Joe mused then turned to Daryl. "Anything happens it's on you."

Daryl turned back to me. "It's just a sprain, I think. Gotta stay off it for a bit." He slipped my boot back on and stood to rummage around. I watched between him and the other guys. He was making a space to sleep in the corner. "Rest here." His eyes were gentle as he looked at me. Sympathetic. I still couldn't trust him, as much as I wanted to. If I'd learned anything it was to not trust anything or anyone blindly.

"Hey, Daryl." One of the men barked. The one who had claimed the pickup. "Ya gonna share her with the rest of the class?" He laughed and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Shut the fuck up, Len, or I'll shut it for ya." Daryl growled at him.

Len smiled menacingly at me and backed up. "I was just joking. Don't get ya panties in a twist."

"So what's ya name, darling?" Another of the men walked over to us, smiling. Again with that sinister, fake smile. I glared at him and said nothing. "Don't be a bitch. We saved your life."

Daryl stood up and blocked his view. "Back off, Dan." His voice was low, dangerous. Very unlike the way he was talking to me. Maybe I was wrong about him.

Dan lifted his hands, smirking. "I didn't mean any harm. Just wanna get to know our pretty little guest." He looked past Daryl and smirked creepily at me. I got chills and hugged myself. How was I gonna get out of here?

"I said back off or I'll-" Daryl took out his knife and took a step closer to Dan.

"Hey!" Joe yelled from his perch. "Get some sleep, boys." Everyone backed away to their respective sleeping areas.

Daryl crouched next to me and reached for my hand I hadn't realised I was clutching. I let him take it and he pulled a rag from his back pocket, wrapping it delicately but securely around my palm. I hadn't even realised I'd cut it, I was so full of adrenaline.

I didn't get a wink of sleep that night, my heart raced as if fighting to get away. My body was too alive with fear. Daryl sat close to me, keeping watch but at one point I awoke, having just closed my eyes when I felt hands on my arms.

"Me and you are gonna have a little fun." Big, rough hands pinched my skin, yanking me to my feet. A noise escaped me as the large one, Dan, started dragging me away. He pulled me close to his body, hands all over me, his breath, hot and heavy in my ear. "I'm claiming you now." He sneered.

"HEY!" Daryl yelled and yanked him off me, or he tried to as Dan was still holding me tightly. I fell on my ankle and yelped, scrambling on the floor to get away as Daryl had Dan pinned to the ground, punching his face over and over. My back hit the wall and there I stayed, wide-eyed.

The grey-haired man came over and pulled Daryl off, throwing him aside. Daryl got to his feet and wiped his nose where Dan had managed to get a punch in.

"Fellas! What's going on here? Dan, you know the rules." He sighed and looked over at Daryl and then me, cowering against the wall. I gasped as his eyes bore into mine.

"She-" Dan spluttered, getting up from the ground. "That bastard can't claim her! She's fresh meat, man, I-" Joe swung his arm at Dan's jaw, making him stumble.

"Boys. Teach him. All the way." With that Joe walked back to his sleeping area. Daryl rushed to me and put an arm around me, guiding me back to my sleeping area.

"You all right?" He put his hands on my arms, smoothing my sleeves and looking for marks. I could feel bruises forming on my arms from where Dan had gripped me so hard.

"I think so." I whispered, hugging my knees.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking pained that he couldn't stop Dan sooner. My heart softened for him.

Later that night after it seemed everyone was asleep Daryl was lying on his back just a couple feet away. He sat up leaning against the wall, he turned to look at me, noticing I was awake too.

"What was your sister's name?" He whispered.

"Rebecca." I fiddled with the makeshift bandage on my hand. The image of her short cropped dark hair and wide smile came to mind. I hoped she was alive. "She's older by about 13 years."

"Big gap." Daryl grunted.

"Yeah, I'm the baby of the family." I smiled.

"I had a brother. He was older too."

I looked over at him but he was staring at his lap. "What happened?"

"He was killed." His voice turned dark and I had the impression I wasn't getting the full truth but I didn't push. I didn't need to. "I'm sure your sister's okay. I can help you find her. You could even join us when..." He trailed off.

"No offence but I don't want to be around these guys."

Daryl shook his head. "No. My group before...before we got split up."

I waited for him to finish but he didn't. I opened my mouth to ask more but decided against it.

"Stay with me." He whispered so quietly I had to lean closer to hear.

"Hm?"

"When I leave these guys, come with me." He looked up at me.

"Well, it's not like I got better options." I joked. He smiled and looked back down at his lap. I got up from the floor and gingerly lowered myself next to him on the floor.

"That's fair." He muttered.

I found myself growing more comfortable and leaned my head on his shoulder. He stiffened but didn't move.

"I'm glad you found me." I admitted.

"Me too." His voice was soft, his breath brushed my hair.

I looked up to see him looking down at me and my chest fluttered. My heart picked up pace and my eyes flickered to his lips. He leaned down and then his lips were on mine, soft, slow, tender, warm. My heart melted at his touch and I reached up to cup his face. His hand found my waist and we stayed like that, sharing that kiss a little longer before pulling away.

"I promised I'd protect you. I meant that." Daryl whispered, a new fierceness in his voice. I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes.

"I'll stay with you, Daryl." Knowing I could never forget about this stranger and knowing I didn't want to lose him.

"We'll find Rebecca and my family and a new home. Together."

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