#making fun of my undying suffering

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

hii!! could i request a snow fic where she finds out she cheats on him and voluntarily tributes and hes trying to get her back? i loved the other fics!! I NEED MORE CHEATING SNOW FICS OMGG

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. || Young President!Coriolanus snow x district!reader

A/n: Sorry anon I hope you’re not disappointed that I didn't fully write your request. I wanted Coryo to lowk suffer in this which is why I didn't dive into details of him getting her back. There is also one scene that is heavily inspired by a scene in the movie Priscilla! I also spent so many hours perfecting this and it was super fun!!!

Warnings: fem!reader, implied infidelity, toxic!coriolanus, manipulation, not proofread, if there's anything else pls lmk!

Wc: 1609

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The rapid clicks echoed throughout the hallway, the sound reverberating off the 12-foot-high ceiling walls. You walk with an eager stride, each step filled with anticipation as you take the familiar route to Coriolanus' office where he spent most, if not, all of his time cooped up in due to the upcoming hunger games.

There was a heaviness in your heart. You have always been the epitome of grace and composure, a woman who played her role in the political theater with finesse, albeit your brief upbringing in district 2. However, behind closed doors, the truth unfolded, resulting in you heartbroken and most of all betrayed. You couldn't ignore the letters that would pile up weekly, the gifts, all for him, from someone by the name Lysandra.

Not bothering to knock, knowing it would provoke a reaction from him, you forcefully swung the double doors open. There sat Coriolanus Snow, seemingly unbothered at your entrance. "Is there a problem?" An icy, impersonal tone carried his words, sharp and emotionless.

Your nose flared as you felt a surge of frustration, his lack of concern and emotion fuelling your anger. Besides, you had never stormed into his office unannounced before. Surely, he would question your sudden abruptness and, visibly, your anger.

Your voice, though filled with a trembling resolve, posed the question, "Who is she?" You hold a letter between your fingers, lifting it up to show him. He lifts his head up from his papers. "And why on earth is she sending my husband gifts and-and love letters?" You stammer, throwing the piece of paper with writing and a kiss—in the form of a lipstick mark in a shade of deep red—on his desk; your façade crumbling at your feet.

Snow stares at you before a scoff leaves his lips, leaning back on his chair. "You know how the people admire me, it's likely that whoever it is, she's simply passionate about expressing her feelings to me," Coriolanus shrugs. Your eye twitches at his response. Lies.

"Really? Well, Lysandra is ever so passionate about expressing her undying love for you," You recite the words from her letter as you watch a subtle glint of knowing in his eyes, "She's the only one who has described her so-called affection for you so intimately!"

As you question your husband's loyalty, an unsettling quiet settles around him. His eyes, cold and calculating, hold yours without a trace of vulnerability. The absence of words from his lips becomes a formidable response, leaving an ominous uncertainty lingering in the air.

His office echoed with a tense hush, broken only by a subtle tapping of his fingers against the armrest in a rhythmic patter. "For god's sake, Coryo. Say something! Who is she?" The slip of his nickname makes you swallow.

"I won't entertain your accusation. She's merely an admirer, nothing more! Have you finished exhausting yourself with this matter, wife?" Coriolanus seethes, abruptly standing up as he gathers his papers, opens his drawer, shoves them in, and slams it shut with such force that you swore you felt it in your bones.

"Is there something your hiding from me?" There was a tense silence that followed your question, Snow's features contorted with a mix of frustration and defiance. Avoiding eye contact, he clenched his jaw and emitted a sharp exhale. The air was thick with unspoke tension, revealing an anger that simmered beneath the surface.

"I have nothing to hide from you," He says calmly but you knew damn well there was anything but calmness within him. Annoyed and frustrated at the lack of information, you open your mouth again.

'"Throughout our entire marriage, I have done nothing but showed you how grateful I am that you chose me to marry, a district girl. You helped me build a reputation here in the capitol so that I would finally be respected, and now, I ask just one simple thing of you," As you speak your voice wavers slightly, revealing the depth of emotion behind your words. "Who is she to you?"

In mere seconds, Coriolanus storms past you, a blur of motion, leaving you momentarily bewildered as you blink, only to find yourself in the same spot. "Coriolanus!" You yell, spinning around as you follow him. "I've just had about enough of you for today y/n," He spat as he briskly walked up stairs, you following him. Servants who were around hurriedly walk pass, heads down.

He steps into your shared private chamber, adorned with decadent furnishings and overlooking the Capitol. He walks a couple steps before he just stops. His breath came in heavy, rhythmic waves, his chest rising and falling with urgency, leaving you standing frozen at the entrance.

"You know, I think you should go see your family for a little while," He turns around as you felt your heart drop. "What?" Your voice echoed with a helpless tone. "You heard me, I think your family has been missing you in the districts, go pay them a visit. Tell them how grateful you have been that I chose you as the First Lady of Panem, hm?"

He takes purposeful strides to the next room, filled from top to bottom with expensive, lavish pieces of clothing befitting both him and you. Coriolanus then pulls out a travelling trunk. The thought of you going back to district 2 sent shivers up your spine. You knew that everyone there now thinks of you as a traitor.

"What- No- Coryo, I'm not going-" Coriolanus cuts you off with a yell, tears forming in your eyes, "I think you should! Matter of fact, I'll help you start packing." A loud noise comes from the trunk making contact with the floor making you jump, a sob leaving your lips. The trunk opening as he starts aggressively pulling your clothes from the black velvety hangers, tossing them into the trunk.

"Coryo- please. Don't make me go back there," You fall to you knees in front of the trunk as your shaky hands remove the pieces of clothing from it. "Yeah, well I think a few months in the districts, away from your lavish life here, will make you realise how easy it is that I can send you back there." He forcefully takes your chin in between his thumb and index as your glassy eyes stare back at his icy, raging, blue eyes.

"Please, please don't send me back there-" Your beg becomes interrupted as he drops his grip on you and yells out the door, "Simon! Get the train ready now for Y/n to go back home!" He calls out to his assistant who answers out a "Of course Mr. President," You let out another sob as you rest your head on the pile of clothing.

Coriolanus glances over his shoulder, his breaths lingering in the air, he could hear your quiet pleas. There's a yearning within him, a desire to approach you and envelop you in a reassuring hug, to tell your that everything is alright and that forgives you. Yet, and unyielding pride restrains him, holding him back from acknowledging that what he was doing was wrong.

With one final look, he turns around, leaving you in a crying mess. Coriolanus was going to send you back to district 2 until the hunger games finished, then, he would come get you and hope that your time there made you ponder your actions, although he knew they were quite reasonable.

Your allegiance to your husband shattered when you were forced onto the train, Coriolanus stood a couple metres away from you as you squirm in the peacekeeper's grips. As you made your way back to a place you once called home, a quiet determination settled within you as you hatched a plan that would not only expose Coriolanus' betrayal, but also allow you to reclaim a piece of your shattered identity.

~

As the Reaping day approached, you made a choice that sent shockwaves through the carefully orchestrated world of Panem. With a steady hand, you inscribed your own name on a slip of paper and placed it in the glass ball, committing yourself to the Hunger Games.

On the day of the Reaping, the Capitol Square buzzed with anticipation, the districts, not so much. Coriolanus, very much unaware of his wife's hidden actions, stood in front of the dignitaries on the stage.

The customary ceremony began, the escort pulls a slip pf paper from the glass ball, announcing the male tribute who would face the Capitol's twisted version of justice.

As the tension mounted, the escort unfolded a slip of paper and read aloud, "Y/n Snow." A gasp rippled through the crowd, and Coriolanus's face contorted with disbelief. Time seemed to free as he processed the shock of seeing his wife's name called out. Surely there was a mistake.

The realisation hit him like a sledgehammer, and anger boiled within him, mixing with the shock and confusion as the crowd erupted in whispers. A woman of Capitol elegance was now standing among the district 2 residents.

You weave through the rows of people, maintaining a stoic expression. As you step up on the stage, your eyes land on the camera a couple feet away from you where you know Snow was watching back in the Capitol.

Coriolanus stared at your face and in that moment, he saw the resolve and defiance that had replaced the hurt in your eyes. The Capitol, known for its love of spectacle, witnessed an unprecedented turn of events. Coriolanus Snow, the powerful President, was rendered speechless as his own actions came back to haunt him in the cruelest twist of fate.

#fanfiction #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #coriolanus snow fanfiction #possesive!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow #tom blyth #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #Coriolanus snow x district!girl #district 2 #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #hunger games #hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games fanfiction #hungergamesx

[peachseashell]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

- Vamp! scara & xiao x Gn! Reader

✒︎ scenario: their first time feeding on you

✒︎Warnings: blood/injury, scara is a bit rough, kisses, crying, angst (?) yandere themes kinda? Mentions of scaras past, scara is also more Kabukimono than Scaramouche. They are kinda mischaracterized.

✒︎ notes: fun fact, vampires bite their victim then lick the blood, I thought they had sucky things in their teeth haha! Maybe it was just me who thought this, it seems more fun. And I hope everyone had a nice Christmas/Yule!

Scaramouche

at first you were only a filthy human to him, something to suck the life out of before discarding you in the dirt. But, he began to become fond of you; his adoration grew for you quickly and his earlier plans of using you were soon scrapped and never revealed to you.

He could never dream of harming you, he feels sick just thinking about it. Scara has never felt this way about anyone before and he couldn't bare to let go now. The vampire was far too infatuated with your overall self

Scaramouche's heart dropped at the moment you caught him feeding on one of his unlucky victims and he grimaced at the blood curdling scream you let out at the sight of his sharp fangs and mouth smothered with crimson liquid.

He sobbed loudly as he tried to excuse his disgusting actions. His hand desperately reached for you when your body moved away from him. Scara couldn't let you leave him, he didn't want to suffer being unwanted again.

After calming himself and you down, scara begged you to understand his hunger and love for you. "please...please don't hate me." he wailed like a widow, his fingers clutching around yours in desperation.

He buried his head into your shoulder, scaramouches tears dampened the fabric of your clothing. "I love you, did I tell you that before? " he confessed. Scara wanted you to love him, but how could you love a monster like him?

You held him as he sobbed softly, wanting to comfort him, you told him that it was okay. It was okay that he wasn't perfect. You bravely told him that he was allowed to feed on you. "...a-are you sure? "

You nodded and unbuttoned your shirt slightly; revealing the supple flesh of your neck. scaramouche stared at you lovingly as his teeth sunk into your neck.

His arms snaked around your waist as you let a out a slight whimper of pain. Blood dripped from your wound, staining your skin and the stench overwhelmed you as the pain grew in your neck; you found yourself feeling dizzy as he clung to you.

After what felt like an eternity he pulled his head away before carefully lapping his tongue over the sore red mark. "thank you, my love." he leaned up and roughly mushed his lips against yours, passionately showing his undying love for you.

Xiao

He was your best friend, you shared absolutely anything with each other. There were no secrets between you right?

Xiao had been surviving off the blood of lambs and deer which he had slaughtered by his own red stained hands. He couldn't dream of physically biting into a person. Especially you.

But, that one faithful night, his hunger grew when this filthy animal blood did not satisfy him one bit. You were the only person he thought to go too...so he did.

You felt a breeze as you slept peacefully in your bedroom, making you shiver and furrow your eyebrows. Xiao has quietly opened your window in the middle of the night, thirsty for you.

Xiao treaded lightly into your room; seeing you're sleeping form he decided to wake you gently. He shook your shoulders and pressed a hand to your mouth when you suddenly let out a shreak. "s-shh...it's just me..." he whispered before sighing, "I'm sorry..."

You eventually calmed down from your sudden fright. "xiao?...xiao why are you here?" you pondered in curiosity. "I need something. something incredibly selfish of me to ask for." he parted his lips, revealing his sharp fangs, you clasped your hands over your mouth and gasped softly.

"...please don't be scared." he begged. You nodded slowly before letting him pull down your night wear, his hands clutching at the silk fabric. His lips immediately latched onto your neck, slobbering over your shoulders as he pressed wet kisses onto you, as if to prepare you for his teeth.

His fangs soon pressed into you. "...xiao. It hurts." you groaned in displeasure as he sucked on your skin, blood trickling down his jaw as he stared up at you with his peircing dead eyes.

Finally, Xiao had finished with his meal, now gently licking your bruised shoulder.

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Please don't share my work anywhere, thanks for reading.

#genshin impact #fanfiction #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #x reader #genshin impact x female reader #wanderer fluff #wanderer x female reader #wanderer x male reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x fem!reader #xiao x male reader #xiao x gender neutral reader

[kagamesayu]

I loved ur bimbo x shidou- you wrote him so well omg- pls make more with shidou <33

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader pt 2

c/w . implied female reader, smut MDNI, fluff, shidou ryusei is INSANELY CRAZY for you wc: 1.2 k a/n . omai gah my first ask 🥹 TY I WAS SO WORRIED I WROTE HIM TOO TAME!! blonde demon fuck 🥰 ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves putting a hand on your thigh when he drives. he has the music turned down - probably something from 'hide' - while he rests his cheek against his fist, staring and listening to you rambling about a cute puppy you saw.

the hand on your thigh squeezes and massages the flesh between his fingers absentmindedly. though he's looking at you, he probably isn't thinking about too much (when does he ever though) other than the fact that you look so fucking cute.

your shiny lipgloss, the animated way your hands move when you talk about how the puppy just kept hopping about and licking your 'fingies', how your eyes light up and shine.

he taps his pointer finger against your inner thigh twice, getting your attention, before leaning close, lips puckered. "got me all winded up doll~ ya look soo cute right now~!" and you pause, face turning hot before you giggle and peck his lips.

i hc him to have insane road rage, and you can tell by how angry he is by how he squeezes your thigh.

if it's just a long line, he'll squeeze your knee slightly, pinching and playing with the flesh while waiting for the traffic to move.

however if anyone does anything else like cutting in front of you or stopping suddenly, he immediately becomes to furious. his hand grips onto your thigh harder, digging his fingers into your flesh in an almost bruising grip. he does it both to relieve his rage and to keep you from flying too far away - even with the seat belt keeping you safe.

"these fuckers don't know how to fuckin' drive? almost made my baby fly out the damn car!"

he has a crazy look on his face. this is the only circumstance his hand leaves your thigh. it flies up to the horn, blaring it and staring right at the car that dared to put your safety at risk.

and the poor people who cut in front of you are non the wiser of the demon they angered. shidou will purposely drive to be beside the car and look inside with his piercing eyes.

safe to say the offenders will zoom tf away.

and when they do shidou will look straight at you wide smile on his face. 'praise me!' and what else can you do when your man protects you as well as he has?

anyone driving past your car would think there was a dog inside because of all the howling

shidou who clings and whines when he had to leave your side. every so often he has to go overseas for a match, and you almost always forget to request for day offs.

"my dumb little doll, makin' me suffer for their actions..." he always sulks, pouty as he snuggles deep into your neck.

he hates not having you be his side, hates not being to hold you, touch you, smell you, kiss you. he'd rather die than not be able to be with you.

for the days leading up to his departure he clings onto you. early morning runs are delayed cause he stays in bed longer, either with his cock buried deep inside, having you cockwarm him or with his head between your legs enjoying what little time he had left.

and when the time finally comes for him to leave has a few memorabilia to keep him going through the days. pictures of you, promises of calls every morning, afternoon and night, your undies, the usual!

might explore this more it sounds kinda fun ngl

shidou who loves your trampstamp. you'd gotten it while he was out of the country and took a picture of it to cheer him up.

you'd heard some of your girl friends got it and it made their significant others happy, so you did it too!

what could go wrong?

apparently a lot. the moment shidou saw the picture - accompanied by the text "got a new tattoo! isn't it cute?" - he went feral.

the picture of you in front of the mirror with your shirt off, undies pulled low to show him the fresh ink on your skin, killed shidou ryusei.

immediately he books a flight home. he doesn't care if the match is tomorrow, his doll got him a present and he needs to have them in his arms and on his dick right now.

he texted you that he was coming back but you didn't believe him. he has a match tomorrow, there's no way he's coming home!

oh sweetheart.

and you have no one else to blame other than yourself when he shows up ay the front door, dripping in sweat and lust, demanding you show him the tattoo.

the look he has in his eye is exactly the same as when he's on the field. the same look he has when he wants to shoot a goal. when he explodes.

and there is a goal here. right in front of him.

you.

shidou who makes you swatch new lipstick on him. red, pink, purple, green, he wants you to paint the whole damn rainbow on him with your lips.

you can bet the moment you return from a makeup store - using his money too, of course - he's grabbing you and sitting you on his lap on the couch and making you bring out your haul.

and you show it to him like you're a makeup youtube creator, hand behind the product and reading out the names to shidou. and he nods along, smirking and watching your child-like excitement over your newest palette.

"oh my god ryu!! look!!", you pull out a cute pink eyeshadow palette.

"ooh, that looks cute doll."

"it's the trixie mattel 'girl talk' palette!! i just saw it and had to buy it! look this hot pink is to die for!!"

and he thinks your rambling is cute, he really does, but all he's really excited to see is the new lipstick or lipgloss you bought.

"and look at how pink this lipstick is baby!"

you're too oblivious to realise how much he perked up, hands gripping your sides tighter, expectant look on his face as he watches your hands take out the products.

"i got this pink, and this one which is a little darker, and this one that's sparkly~!"

"well? what're you waitin' for then pretty?"

and that's your cue to start unboxing them, putting them on your lips and marking up your man.

30 minutes is all it takes for you to finish trying out all your new lipsticks. but you're not even focused on swatching it anymore.

now he's looming over your panting form, strings of drool connecting your lips. your eyes are teary, mascara dripping down your face as your hands grip onto his blond hair.

his face is littered with pink kisses. on his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin, his neck, everything all the way down to his naked chest is covered in kisses.

he's gorgeous. that's all your dumb little brain can think when he kisses you like this.

she's perfect. is all shidou ryusei can think when you kiss him like this.

#x bimbo!reader #x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #✧. bllk

[dracowars]

Draco Malfoy

•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•

One Shots

forbidden ; where y/n and draco have to endure a very special kind of detention ❁

fun and games ; where draco takes pranking y/n too far ❁

engraved ; where y/n’s visit to the new headmistress leads to a heated argument with draco ☆

guardian ; where y/n stands up for draco ☆

sunrise, kisses and pancakes ; where y/n spends a cuddly morning with draco ❁

disgrace ; where y/n’s first time meeting draco’s parents escalates ☆

heal me ; where y/n has to work with the person she hates the most ☆

next door ; where y/n gets locked out of her apartment while her baked cookies are about to burn ❁

frosty ; where y/n and draco compete in building a snowman ❁

perfect prefect ; where y/n and draco love to tease each other ❁

darkness ; where y/n’s parents make her life a living hell and draco doesn’t really help ☆

you are my sunshine ; where y/n and draco go sunbathing ❁

the right thing ; where y/n does the only right thing, much to the dismay of everyone else ☆

the right thing² ; where draco and y/n meet again after her betrayal ☆

exhausted ; where draco takes care of his desperate y/n ❁

unforgivable ; where y/n gets poisoned due to draco’s behavior ☆

the sound of rain ; where draco and y/n dance in the rain ❁

thief ; where y/n steals all of draco’s clothes ❁

your paw in mine ; where y/n knows what draco needs after a bad day ❁

undying love ; where draco and y/n tell scorpius about their love story ❁

cursed ; where draco comforts y/n after receiving bad news ☆

founding of a family ; where draco wants to have children, but y/n doesn’t ☆

founding of a family² ; where y/n is finally pregnant ❁

founding of a family³ ; where draco takes particular care of y/n while strolling through a park ❁

quality time ; where draco and y/n take a bath together ❁

daffodil ; where narcissa is y/n’s last hope ☆

while i die ; where draco replaced y/n ☆

aftermath ; where draco has to cope with y/n’s death ☆

poison ivy ; where a beauxbaton is very jealous of y/n ☆

toxicity ; where draco saves y/n from an abusive relationship ☆

notebook ; where draco finds y/n’s notebook and falls in love with the words written inside ❁

simp ; where y/n is simping over a fictional character ❁

stargazing ; where draco takes y/n stargazing ❁

cherry ; where draco has to watch y/n moving on without him ☆

daycare ; where draco and y/n babysit ❁

remember me ; where draco obliviates y/n ☆

pampering ; where draco washes y/n’s hair ❁

anchor ; where draco realizes his feelings for y/n while they dance in the rain ❁

in your eyes ; where y/n sees the love in draco’s eyes ❁

cruciatus ; where draco hits y/n with an unforgivable curse ☆

haunted ; where draco and y/n explore a haunted house ❁

trust ; where y/n comes out to draco ❁

land of dreams ; where scorpius has a nightmare ❁

play pretend ; where draco and y/n pretend to have an engagement ❁

if i killed someone for you ; where draco kills someone for y/n ☆

silence ; where draco tells y/n to shut up and y/n stays silent ☆

mistletoe ; where draco and y/n stand under a mistletoe ❁

distraction ; where y/n needs to study, but not with draco ☆

one bed, two enemies ; where draco and y/n have to share a bed ❁

secret blessing ; where y/n disappears and comes back with a secret ☆

apples, green apples ; where draco and y/n are confronted with amortentia ☆

change ; where y/n meets draco’s parents, but they don’t know about her secret ☆

sectumsempra ; where y/n gets hit by sectumsempra instead of draco ☆

sectumsempra² ; where y/n feels insecure about her scars and draco is out for revenge ☆

decision ; where y/n stands in the way of draco and astoria’s love ☆

let me take care of you ; where y/n suffers from a migraine ❁

but i know i was happier with you ; where y/n looks happier with someone new ☆

step on my heart ; where y/n lies to draco about dumbledore’s army ☆

step on my heart² ; where draco and y/n meet again amidst the battlefield ☆

work buddy ; where draco and y/n work together as aurors ☆

strongest ; where y/n tells draco she can’t conceive ☆

safe space ; where draco helps y/n through a seizure ☆

your priority is mine ; where draco thinks his parents betrayed him and y/n ☆

patch me up ; where draco has to perform surgery on y/n ☆

match maker ; where draco is in love with hermione and y/n helps him, but falls for him herself ☆

best bad friend ; where y/n discovers something that will change draco’s and y/n’s life forever ☆

forever, you and me ; where draco reveals the dark mark to y/n ☆

i need you ; where draco is imperiused and hurts y/n ☆

can’t you see me ; where y/n gets draco’s mind off an upcoming exam ❁

fighter ; where y/n and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument ☆

words are weapons ; where draco bullies y/n until she confronts him about it ☆

sweaterpaw ; where y/n admires draco while he is passionately talking ❁

against the world ; where y/n is suffering from trauma due to her parents ☆

gone ; where draco betrays the dark lord and y/n pays for it ☆

Headcanons

draco malfoy as a father ❁

Tom Riddle

•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•

One Shots

obsessed ; where y/n dislikes tom’s obsession of becoming the dark lord ☆

my heart belongs to you ; where tom and y/n are in an arranged marriage ☆

knight in shining armour ; where tom helps y/n ❁

Harry Potter

•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•

One Shots

don’t shut me out ; where harry shuts y/n out after sirius’ death ☆

by the lake ; where harry and y/n spend time by the lake ❁

clingy ; where y/n feels uncomfortable around harry ☆

i would ; where harry is in love with y/n but doesn’t want to destroy their friendship ☆

Cedric Diggory

•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•

One Shots

sweet cuddles ; where y/n and cedric cuddle ❁

Fred Weasley

•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•

One Shots

family reunion ; where y/n meets the weasleys for the first time, but they aren’t too fond of her ☆

frenemies ; where fred loves nothing more than to tease y/n ☆

define me ; where y/n feels like her relationship with fred is doomed ☆

switching houses ; where y/n and fred accidentally swap their ties ❁

Headcanons

visiting the burrow as fred’s girlfriend ❁

#harry potter masterlist #hp masterlist #draco malfoy masterlist #tom riddle masterlist #cedric diggory masterlist #fred weasley masterlist #masterlist

[brrrkdslek]

part 1—ledge

"hello?" mingi asked loudly as he held his phone against his ear, the chattering of his friends in the background making it hard gor him to hear. "yes, this is him. who is this?" his friends slowly shifted their attention to mingi upon seeing his smile drop. "mingi, what is it-" suddenly, he stood up. "what did you say?" he stood frozen for a few seconds before hanging up. mingi grabbed his bag and dashed out of the restaurant, confusing his friends.

his heart was beating hard and loud, the guilt weighing hard on his shoulders, his body feeling heavier with each step he took. he should've gone, he should've been there for you, but he wasn't. because of his new friends that he had so much fun with, all while you cried and suffered alone.

mingi's vision became blurry as tears filled his eyes. it's not that he didn't want to see you, no he would never, but he just wanted to spend more time with his newfound friends, friends that he never had except for you. he was too greedy and asked for too much, when all he needed was right in front of his eyes, seeing him and smiling at him everyday.

mingi was all sweaty and panting upon reaching the hospital, making a beeline towards your hospital room. the overwhelming guilt engulfing his with each nearing step towards your hospital room. the white walls of the corridor suddenly felt suffocating, mingi bit his lip anxiously as his hand hovered over the doorknob.

he felt his breath stop when he opened the door to see you thrashing in the arms of multiple nurses. "no, get off me! let me die, just let me die already!" you cried and pushed, just like a child would. his body moved instinctively as he watched the doctor take out a sedative needle.

"no!" he shoved past the nurses and held your head against his chest, you stopped your movements and trembled in his arms. the nurses and doctor shared a look before leaving the room, allowing the two to some privacy.

mingi buried his face into your head, "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. i-i was selfish and i just," he chokes on a sob, "i neglected you and i'm sorry..." he kissed your head, "i'm so sorry, my love." you pulled your head out of his chest and looked up at the male with wet eyes, "that's all i ever needed to hear, mingi."

mingi always hated it, he hated how easily you could dismiss his wrongs no matter how big they were just because he said a simple 'sorry'. you were this selfless person that he had taken advantage of for so many years now, and he's only realising now how important you are to him, only now after you tried to kill yourself.

mingi felt ashamed, ashamed for not seeing himself, for not seeing you. he was so sure you'd stay no matter the circumstances and he was right, but it didn't mean that you don't have feelings. all those years of hurt and suffering you experienced disappeared with just one simple apology from him, that was how much he had meant to you.

mingi couldn't bring himself to look into your eyes, the guilt weighing heavy on his heart. he sinks to his knees on the ground, head buried into your folded lap, your hands doing god's work on his fluffy head of hair. you never held grudged against mingi and he knew that. he was foolish, but you even more.

after so many years of coming and going by mingi, you still kept your bright smile and excitement every time you saw him, you were a fool, a fool in love. hearing his empty apologies all those years made you happy, because it was from him.

mingi sobbed into your lap, hands gripping your thighs tightly, as if you'd leave him then, which you could. you brushed through his hair and smiled gently, blinking tiredly. "mingi-ya," the man looks up at the mention of his name, "i'm tired," you pause, "so tired... so please, if you don't care, then go." your words felt like knives stabbing through mingi's chest, but your eyes screamed for him to deny it, for him to confess his undying love to you and be yours forever.

"no, no! i-i won't leave," mingi rises from his position, feeling his blood flow back into his legs, "i'll change, i promise! i love you, i do!" you bit your lip as more tears left your eyes, "do you really?" you looked down, "or do you just like the way i follow you around?" he stiffens, "like your puppy that's always excited to see you no matter what, like i'm only your entertainment."

you look up into mingi's wide eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily. "i-i," he takes your hands in his, "i do, and i'll prove it to you." holding your cheeks gently, he captures your lips in a slow and loving kiss, hands going around your waist to pull you up. as he pulled away, your noses were still inches apart. you look up into his eyes, "i..."

"love you too."

"don't love you."

#brrrkdslek reqs!🗣️ #brrrkdslek 📁: drabbles #mingi drabble #highly requested by my followers🫶🏻 #thx for 150!!!!!!🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻 #150 and going strong🥵🥵 #lol i was planning to kill u off but here u go😭 #dont hate me for this guys😋 #i love writing angst u guys #what will u pick?😲 #should u turn him down or love him back?🤔 #i might bathe in ur tears tonight thx ilygsm🫡 #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #hongjoong x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader #yunho x reader #jongho x reader #seonghwa x reader #yeosang x reader #song mingi angst #mingi angst #ateez mingi #atz mingi

[justadeadreaper]

❇COD Plague! AU

The downfall of humanity... plagues. For how long has the world suffered at the hands of the submicroscopic agents of death and cancer? Mutating the body to overwhelm every cell to produce another corpse to be thrown to a pit filled with a mound of bodies all suffering the same macabre fate as they rot amidst the earth. All for their Mistress who urges them on to continue their ravaging across all of humanity, just following her mantra and her undying will.

Consume... Consume the body, consume the cells. Eat your way through its walls, eat your way through each and everyone one until there is none left that have not felt our hunger.

Conquer... Infect. Infect the host. Override their engines, twist and turn and manipulate their nature, subjugate them to my every whim and thought until my reign overwhelms them all.

Multiply... Force them to make more of us. Make more of us. Split and squirm and overwhelm the cell. Millions upon billions upon trillions until it bursts. Then repeat until we have multiplied to the point that there is no more of the host but only us.

Destroy... Destroy anything that is left over. Use what you have to pick away at the body even if it is bit by bit. Destroy its will, make it weak, make it desperate. Take and destroy until they are withering away into the wind. Destroy all their will until they have nothing left to live for but only wish for the sweet relief of death 

Kill... 

Kill. Them. All.

With the will that she commanded her agents spread and spread until it destroyed all it could. Humans huddled in fear at what she did, praying to whatever God they had to save them from the same fate as the mounting bodies that mounted outside their villages in the burning heaps to try and save others from the very same fate that tried to take them all. But, apart from fear, how did humans react in other ways?

A common way was to make a figure of this plague. No one could tell you the why as no one knew. Every person had a different reason for giving these diseases physical figures for all to see so no one reason could be accepted. Some say it was to humanise the disease, to put it on the level of humans so that it would not be as feared as it was. Others said it was to comprehend the disease as no natural thing could be behind the disease and they could not believe that their Gods would do such a thing to them so they had to create a figure, a representation to do so. Then again the physical forms could have just been made for forms of entertainment such as poetry and paintings where it could be appreciated and show the true tragedy that would otherwise not be known. Although shock was another reason proposed by others as it would show as to why you should fear such a thing as most had features that would occur in humans if they ever did catch it, to show how powerful it was, how it could change you beyond an unimaginable degree.

They just did not realise that by making his physical representations that if enough people believed in them that they would become real. And that is where our dear COD characters come in as now they are not stuck as mere mortals in the military to kill people but they are the diseases. Across different time periods and different countries with different amounts of victims to their cruel goal, they are twisted forms of themselves as now they represent the diseases and everyone’s fears.

Like my last AU, this is an AU that anyone can use but this is just the foundation and base and the basic rules to it so people can build from it and have a starting point to expand from. All I ask is to use the tag I made for the AU, for you to credit me for the AU, and credit me for using my version of the character, apart from that go wild and have fun with this AU, if you have any questions please ask as no question is a dumb question.

#plague!cod au #plague #disease #cod #call of duty

[blogfullofemos]

Dire

*It's all fun and games till someone suffers a heart attack*

This idea legit popped into my head (mind you I'm dealing with a rude head cold) and I was like yyeeaahhh that would be so Jake Lockley. 😄

Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader

Word Count: 800 (oookkkaaayyy I like that)

You wake with a start as your heart beats harder than ever before. Whatever rest you were experiencing just seconds ago is long gone with every ring from Jake's alarming ringtone. You quickly grab your phone from the bedside table, and answer. "JAKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!" you yell. Instantly regretting the sudden outburst, your heart drops as Jake lets out an agonizing groan. "Babe?" you follow up. Ripping the blanket off your cold-sweat skin, you press your phone closer to your ear. Needing to hear everything coming from his end.

"I'm... Sorry beb-bita... Just a little-AYEE!!"he breathes out, followed by the signal of his car's seatbelt unbuckling. You quickly get off the bed and run to the front door of the flat. "It's okay baby, just tell me where you are?" you rush as you struggle with the door's locks. You must still be in a state of rest.

"I'm parked at the front." he huffs as the call ends. You drop your phone to the floor, finally unlocking the door. In minutes you make it to the elevator button and smack it frantically. Waiting inside the elevator, your intrusive thoughts frolic within the metal walls. You try to breathe through your panic; but Jake is hurting and this fucking elevator isn't moving the way you need it to. "C'mon, c'mon, coME ON!!" you rush out loud as it finally lands to the lobby. Once the door opens enough for you to slip through, you book it. Swinging the building's door open with a bang, you feel the cold wind jolt through you. "Shit, shit, shit." you mumble hugging yourself, running toward Jake's open car door. Jake gives a weak smirk as his bloodied gloved hands rest on the puddle of his stomach.

"Oh my God babeee." you whimper as you touch the bloodied interior of his car door. You jerk your hand away from the wet texture in disgust as you get closer to his awkward sitting position. You kneel only slightly to level yourself to him. Your eyes rapidly assess him as he smiles "You're in your undies." he informs meekly with blood trickling out of his mouth. You shrug, a tee and frilly panties is the least of your troubles. Bringing your hands onto him, you try to assess him deeper. Gently moving his head side to side, blood all in his curls and drying around his ears. Your nose burned as you sniffle, tears freely falling from your cheeks to his bloodied white button down. Unbuttoning 2 of the buttons, when you head to the third he stops you with one hand. The other never leaving the bloody puddle on his stomach. Finally you look at his lovingly brown eyes, "It's okay bebita. M' gonna be okay." he tries to console weakly. A sob betrays you as the situation is the exact opposite of his words. You swat his hand off of yours as you continue to open his shirt, wanting to see how serious the injury is. "Bebita."

"Jake please." you cry.

"I need you to get something from the trunk." he urges instead as he continues to fight you to stop. He places both of his hand on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him again. His eyes give you a firm order, and you suck in a sob as you nod. You lean closer to him to kiss his forehead, "Te amo mi vida." you snivel.

Before he could return the sentiment, you run to the trunk of his car. You hear a click as the trunk unlocks and you lift it. Your watery eyes shot open as realization smacks you like the fool you are. Empty gallons of fake blood scatters the barren trunk. Wiping the smear of blood on your cheek, you bring it to your nose. Smelling in denial as confirmation of the ploy leaves you dumbfounded. You drop your hand and stand there for a few more minutes. "Did you find it mi vida?!" Jake yells. You rub your redden nose as the last tear leaves you, taking one of the empty gallons in your hand. You slam the trunk closed and silently stalk toward his "injured" body.

When you finally stop next to him, he's sporting a bloodied smile. A laugh trying to leave him as he says, "Te amo?".

"AAYYEE MI AMOR!!"he yells as he hugs his head, the empty gallon bouncing off from it and landing on the sidewalk. You storm back to the building not caring about the man behind you anymore. "BEBE IT'S A JOKE!! BEBITAAAA!!! MI AMORRRR!!!" you hear him beckon for you, scurrying to get out his car while in a fit of cackles.

Yeah you're definitely locking him out for the rest of the night.

#marvel #moon knight #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #don't tell me this is not him #he loves to keep you on your toes #the prank king #toxica

[cynthiav06]

What makes Klayley different from other series ships for you?

I am assuming you mean other ships in the orignals by that.

It's the really simple case that's not simple at all. It's the underlying passion between them that just won't go away no matter who they take as a lover. The burning anger, loathing, care, loyalty, and the inexplicably undying connection that keeps them tethered to each other always and forever, come hell or highwater.

Mikael almost killed me and the baby, but i can't help but be more worried about how Klaus suffered all these years, I need to comfort him.

The witches are murdering me and the baby. Forget Elijah , I need Klaus here.

The witches stole baby hope? Not important right now, Hayley's dead, and I need a moment or several to take it all in.

I don't really love Jackson, but Klaus needs me to marry him, so I will.

I have to deal with my newly risen from dead mother and father, but whether Hayley's new husband is treating her right or not is more important.

Hayley tried to run from me, and I am extremely furious, but I can't bear to kill her or physically hurt her.

I will hate Klaus forever, but I can't really hate him at all.

My siblings are in trouble and may need my immediate help, but the road trip with Hayley is the best fun I have had in centuries, and I love it too much to stop now.

I am the strongest and the proudest being on earth. I kneel to no one, especially not to scum like Lucien, but he has Hayley, and I would never let her die. She means too much to me. I have to kneel to save her, no problem, I will do it a thousand times if it's to save her.

I love my Pack a lot, but the Mikaelsons are dying, Klaus is dying, so my pack can go to hell. I will save him and the Mikaelsons even if I die .

I have to let go of my dignity as a wolf and kill, lie, massacre all to save Klaus and Mikaelson family. And I used to have a problem with that, but it's for Klaus, I can't watch him suffer, so i will do it gladly.

Klaus is going around the world, massacring everything in sight and trying to cut contact, but I will never give up on him.

Being in New Orleans near hope will bring forth Apocalyspe that might kill hope, but Hayley's missing, so all else be damned.

I am being killed, and Klaus is being attacked by Elijah. He's hurt, Hope's hurt, so I am going to kill Greta and sacrifice myself for them because Klaus and Hope are my family Elijah be damned.

My daughter is dying and meets me in the afterlife, but the second I hear Klaus's voice, I know all will be alright.

My brother, my companion, my only confidant who I would go insane without is dead to me for good because he killed Hayley, and there's no greater offense than that.

I am in hell. My heart feels empty. Hayley is dead. I can sacrifice Elijah to save hope and kill the hollow, but I vowed to Hayley that I would do anything to save our daughter so I will sacrifice myself. [Also because I can't live without my little wolf]

So yeah, it's you know, soul shattering stuff like this that keeps me hooked to Klayley. Nothing huge. This and all the other essays I wrote should be plenty enough evidence as to why. (Sorry for the late)

And here's the thing anyone who watched the Orignals and isn't blind should be shipping them intensely, too.

#klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #klayley #klaus and hayley together or not at all #soulmates forever #klaus would do anything for hayley #if you look carefully its evident in every interaction of theirs #you can tell this shit keeps me awake at night cause bloody hell when you start looking for those moments there's an unending list #the originals #anti klaroline #anti klamille

[kassandras-one-braincell]

I believe I promised some word vomit about an AU that has been rotting in my brain for about a year. It yearns to be free. Yes, it predictably revolves around the knight-princess concept. And while I genuinely have too many thoughts to conceivably put onto a page, I want to share it with you, because it makes me happy

The concept: an ancient oath that binds a knight's undying protection to a person of royal status, on fear of death

The reader in this is a princess, and while I won't give them a concrete personality, the AU does have some foundations in the princess' role to the kingdom. They're successful, philanthropic and dignified. (I aspire to be these things in a much better version of myself, and this is a bit of a comfort au lmao)

The backstory is obscenely elaborate in my head but the gist is, you are the heir to the throne. Your father passed before you were of age to ascend to the throne, and your mother remarried to the current king regent because she wanted you to be genuinely ready to rule by the time of your coronation. His reign is a fixed term spanning a decade or two because he’s a consort and there’s some old law dictating this. I can never decide on the actual duration.

His reign is nearing its end. The court and the public are optimistic about your coronation. You’re a believer in progress and innovation, and have pledged vast, accessible education to the children of the kingdom on top of the schools you’ve already built. A generation of well-educated kids will be a boon to the economy in future years, so the court is mostly all for it. There are a few who feel threatened by the idea, of course, and the investment in the future means less money padding their pockets, which they’re not fond of either.

The King however has adult children from his previous marriage whom he envisions as his successors, despite the terms of his reign forbidding it, unless you were to die. Knowing there are a few very willing co-conspirators amongst the court nobles, and that you vehemently refuse marriage and having children (self-projection, sorry), he sees a clear avenue in securing the line of ascension for his offspring. Plus, he'd no longer be legally obligated to abdicate.

In the same big legal book that lays out the terms surrounding an acting monarch, there is an oath that is seldom undertaken, rooted in ye olde tradition. With a witness present, a single person may pledge undying allegiance to a member of the royal family. They would be entrusted with their life, and expected to lay down their own if it ensured the royal’s survival. The Oathsworn is regarded as an elite ranking within the royal guard, and expected to undertake additional martial duties alongside being personally responsible for the safety of the royal in question, who must give consent alongside the witness to the pledge. Breaking the Oath is high treason. The royal’s untimely death counts as a breaking of the vows, so the Oathsworn scene is pretty stagnant.

Kassandra, Soma and Eivor all have their own trajectories based on this.

Soma's is...big. I suffer from chronic undying-love-for-unromancable-npc-itis. Kassandra's is comparatively undercooked. Eivor's is a work in progress, put generously. I do love Eivor, really, it's just whenever I try to build something for her in this universe, she quickly becomes Soma. See diagnosis. But I'm going to build on them, even if the ideas aren't as long or thoroughly explored, because it's fun :)

#i'm passionate about this #time to dump my soma plotline onto a post #might even use a fancy page divider. as a treat. officiate this shit

[elysia-nsimp]

Heyyyy buddy pal friend, *cough ( sorry ). I was wondering if you could write a poly fluff romantic scenario between overblot Azul and overblot Jamil with a male reader, preferably an interation between the trio. thx and here have a follow and a cookie 🍪

HIIII oh my gosh thanks for the follow and cookie !!

And thanks for your patience too, I know it’s been a WHILE since you sent me this ask. I kinda lost my twst spark for a bit there then was hit with the dreaded “ohhh what if my writing sucks”

Anyway I decided to not worry about that too much. This is mostly unedited because I just. REALLY wanted to get something out for you. I promise I didn’t forget! :’)

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Contents: established relationships, polyamory!! Both Jamil and Azul are dating you as the reader, but not each other, mild Book 3/4 spoilers, reader uses he/him pronouns ! ^^

With both Azul and Jamil overblotting, it’s already a recipe for disaster.

Azul and Jamil aren’t all that different in some aspects. Both crave the power and control they lacked in their childhoods, and seek to stand over the rest as a result of that.

One thing they have in common for certain though, is their love for you! You were dating them both before this whole thing happened, and although they don’t get along that well, they’re both glad you’re happy with the relationship.

However…this does lead to them fighting over you when overblotted.

Both of them want your undying attention, although for slightly different reasons. Oh, what is a poor reader to do?

On one hand, Jamil’s over here like “praise me please!!! i want to be called a handsome young man!!!!!” while Azul wants cuddles because he is full of embarrassment and pain and suffering.

Poor you is stuck in the middle of them, metaphorically being tugged back and fourth between them.

Azul’s like, “Actually, handsome, I believe he will be spending his evening with me.”

While Jamil’s like “ACTUALLY I require him to be here with ME as my cheerleader while I run Scarabia!” (I’m afraid he can’t provide the pompoms though)

Despite their back and fourth, when you step in they both turn to you with no hesitation.

“Who do you choose, Yuu?” Azul looks almost desperate, silently begging you to pick him. Meanwhile, Jamil crosses his arms, convinced he’s already won.

“Do I have to choose?” you ask.

Utter silence from both of them. They glance at each other, then back to you.

“What do you mean, ‘do you have to choose?’” Jamil sounds almost taken aback by your question.

“What if I don’t want to pick?” you retort. “What if I choose both of you?”

After some mild side glares at each other from your partners, they agree that it’s a win-win! Jamil will put up with Azul and vice versa. You end up smooshed between two slightly agitated overblots. As you run your fingers through Azul’s hair, you tell Jamil how very handsome he is and tell him he’s done a good job, even if it didn’t work out in the end. This makes both of them very happy.

Their overblots both die down after a while, leaving you with your two partners asleep, one on your shoulder and one in your lap.

Congrats!! You’re a hero for being gay. /pos

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I’m not gonna lie, I thought this was a really cute dynamic. Very fun to write, even if it wasn’t super long. Again thanks for waiting for so long while I got my stuff together lol

#twst jamil viper #twst jamil #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst jamil x reader #twst azul x reader #jamil viper x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #eely asks #eely’s writing

[internet-sadass]

Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You (Fox Mulder x pregnant!female reader)

Blurb: Mulder can't keep his mind, or hands, off you now he's got you pregnant, which leads to a little lunch break fun in his car.

Warnings: smut, car sex, pregnant sex?, breeding kink

A/N: If anything about pregnancy in here is not realistic, oops, I have not been pregnant and I tried my best to research the symptoms etc. Also, the reader works at with the FBI but doesn't work with Mulder on the X Files. She does come and do admin work for him (like photocopying and bringing him coffee) because that's what a good partner does 😘

"Okay, so I managed to photocopy these photographs for you. They're not the best quality, but I'd say they're passable. I mean, you can still make out the shape of a figure in the tree line. I'm guessing that's what you need them for, right? Identifying weird humanoid figures." 

Mulder nearly dropped the folder he was holding. 

"You're not wearing a bra." He stated, completely matter-of-factly, despite how he stared at you.

It was true: you had forgone a bra that morning and opted for a white vest under your blouse instead. Your breasts were constantly aching now you were well and truly into your first trimester. Wearing a bra meant you would wince all day and be unable to focus on anything except how sore your chest was and how much you couldn't wait to tear your bra off as soon as you got into your car at the end of the day. But today, you weren't in the mood to suffer hours of feeling like someone was squashing your already tender breasts constantly, so no-bra it was.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully at Mulder as you set the thick pile of photocopies on his desk.

"You're observant this morning. Did you listen to anything I just said? Or do you need me to repeat that all while you," You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours rather than admiring the twin peaks of your pert nipples against your blouse. "Keep your eyes up here." 

Mulder placed his hands on your waist, running them down over your hips. Since you'd shown him the four identical positive tests and the doctor had confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, he'd found it incredibly hard to keep his hands away from you. Everything he'd loved about you and your body was amplified tenfold now. And right this instant, your significantly fuller breasts, the healthy flush across your cheeks, and your pretty eyes staring up at him were destroying his normally undying devotion to his job. 

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, don't worry. The photocopies. Thank you, sweetheart." You were pulled closer to him, very much breaking the 'no touching' rule you had agreed on to prevent the pair of you from losing your jobs over inappropriate workplace behaviour. "More important is, why aren't you wearing a bra? You're not, you know,” He lowered his voice, “lactating?" 

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Nope, not yet. Going to be another few months before that happens. They're just sore, that's all, and wearing a bra is getting pretty intolerable. So, no bra." 

As you explained, Mulder’s hands wandered over the changing contours of your body, settling, as they always did, on the subtle hump of your pregnant belly. Even if he couldn't feel anything, since the baby was no bigger than a plum at this stage, he felt an instinctual need to place his hands protectively over the warmth of your lower stomach. Sometimes, he swore he felt something stirring within you, but he knew it was just his very wishful thinking. 

Snapping back into the present moment, Mulder recalled that you said that your chest was hurting.

"Can I make them hurt less? Please." He whispered, hands drifting up to cup just below your breasts. He leaned close to you, kissing your cheek so softly that his lips barely met your skin. 

You shivered at his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your sensitive flesh, to have his mouth on your skin, kissing over your sensitive areolas. Another kiss was placed on your cheek, making you groan. As much as you, and presumably Mulder, wanted to take the day off and spend the whole time rolling around in bed, you knew that would have to remain a fantasy. 

"Later. I promise. As soon as we get home, I'm all yours." You placed your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt. "We can last until the end of the day, can't we?"

Mulder wasn't sure he could last that long. How could he if you were walking about looking so damn irresistible and beautiful and full? 

Clearing his throat, he finally released your body from his protective grasp. 

"We can, yes." He lifted the photocopies you'd made. "Especially if I have to go take a look at this sasquatch. Keep my mind occupied." 

‘And off your gorgeous body’ , He added mentally. 

***

"Oh, please be gentle- ah, careful!- please be gentle with me, Fox." You whimpered, arching your back against Mulder's torso as he pulled your vest up over your breasts, catching on your nipples, making them sting. His hands settled on your breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. They certainly felt bigger to him, filling up more of his hands than before. 

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be so gentle with you, doll." He whispered back to you, brushing a thumb over one of your nipples, making you keen and squirm against him. After many hours of being unable to think of anything but you, he was glad to finally get his hands on your body and touch it as much as he (and you, of course) wanted. As much as it was your body that was making him harder and harder every passing second, the way you begged him to be gentle with you and your heightened reactions to his touch only added fuel to the fires of his arousal. 

The pair of you hadn't made it to the end of the day. When Mulder got a minute, he found you and nearly dragged you out to his car. He'd driven to a slightly more private place than the bureau car park, and both of you moved to the backseat, kissing each other like a pair of teens who'd finally got the house to themselves and were free from the prying eyes of their parents. Now you sat on Mulder’s lap as he touched you, drawing all sorts of pretty sounds and whispers from you by just lightly touching your tender and aching chest. 

Every caress, every careful touch of your tender breasts was a sweet mix of painful and pleasurable. You were in ecstasy, arching your back, grinding against Mulder's thighs, begging him to ‘stop’ and ‘keep going’ simultaneously. The sensation of him sucking and kissing at your neck only made you more desperate and aroused. Though you winced whenever your flesh was squeezed, your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he rolled his thumbs over your nipples, drawing circles on them just as he did with your clit every time you two got intimate. Your climax felt embarrassingly close, considering he’d done nothing more but grope your breasts and kiss your neck. The fact you could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful for you to be sitting on, only added to how turned on you were. 

"P-please...I want more of you. Touch me more." You panted out, seizing one of Mulder’s hands and moving down under your hiked-up pencil skirt. He pushed your panties aside and slid the tips of his fingers along your leaking slit. Thick, creamy arousal gathered on his fingers and leaked onto his trousers, staining them with a prominent damp patch. 

"God, you're so wet." Mulder mused as he slid two fingers into you. There was no resistance whatsoever, as your insides welcomed the intrusion of his fingers, twitching around them. You groaned and bucked against his fingers as they pressed up into the most sensitive part of your insides. 

"A-all because of you." You said, struggling to speak as you couldn't focus on much else except how good it felt to have your pussy spread open by Mulder’s fingers. 

He chuckled, scissoring inside you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. 

"That's not true; it's not all my doing. It's because of your hormones, too." 

As he toyed with your pussy and rolled your clit under his thumb, slick leaked out, soaking his hand and the leg of his trousers. You writhed about on his lap, grinding against his stiff length. It was Mulder’s turn to moan as your movements threatened to make more pre-cum leak from his slit and wet his boxers. He wanted to be inside you so badly, especially as he could feel how wet and pliable your pussy was right now. A whine left your lips as he slid his fingers out of you.

“You’re so needy, aren't you? It’s cute.” He mumbled as he guided you to lie across the backseat. Placing one knee on either side of your hips, he straddled you, leaning down to kiss you as he undid his belt.

You smirked against his kisses.

“Speak for yourself. You can’t even pause to take your pants off. That desperate to be inside me.” You whispered back to him. 

Mulder didn’t fight back with words. Inside, he moved his mouth from your lips to your nipples, running his tongue over one of them, swirling around the hard nub. You winced and groaned, your body unable to decide whether it liked the sting of your oversensitive buds being touched in such a way. Seeing your reaction, he moved to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to gently squeeze your breast and circle his thumb over your now wet nipple. You writhed about under him, switching between arching your back, pressing your chest up to him, and shrinking away, trying to escape but finding no way to roll away from him without falling off the seat. 

Feeling as though he had ‘tortured’ you enough and got his fill of toying with your gorgeous chest that had been distracting that whole day, Mulder lifted your hips, lining your entrance up with his weeping tip. He entered you, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay hilted deep inside you. 

This was what Mulder had been thinking about all morning. Even with a particularly promising case to chase up, all he could think about was you and being inside your intoxicating tight, wet heat. As much as he wanted to draw out the process of rutting into your velvety insides and feeling you clamp around him as you said his name over and over, he simply couldn’t hold back. He pounded into you, filling the car with the slap of skin on skin and the sickenly wet sounds of his cock spearing open your soaking lips. You looked so perfect below him; your pupils blown out, your skin sheening with a light layer of sweat, your neat office makeup beginning to run as tears squeezed from your eyes, your full breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. To top off the view of you, looking more beautiful than ever, the way you were saying his name every time he hit your deepest and most sensitive spot was something he knew he’d replay in his head whenever he couldn't be with you. You swung from breathing out his name in pants to calling it out to barely whispering it as your orgasm broke and made you fall apart under him. He already knew he loved you, but at that moment, as you said his name in a barely audible tone and looked up at him with doe-eyes full of adoration, it felt like that love grew tenfold.

“O-oh, god, fuck, I love you.” 

Words fell out of Mulder’s mouth, very much beyond his control, as he felt the heat of his orgasm spread from his lower belly and along his length. He felt himself fill you with spurt after spurt of his hot seed, his cock pulsing as it emptied its load into you. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, smearing his tip over your swollen folds, unwilling to let any of his cum go to waste. 

You sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over you. Clearly, so much excitement and activity had put your delicate body under some strain, and it struggled to cope. You looked down at yourself, noticing the gradually growing puddle of cum leaking out of your entrance. The more you sat up, the more that leaked out. You groaned at the sight; it almost made you want to go another round. 

“God, you always cum so much. No wonder I got pregnant the second time we tried. Your car seats are ruined now.” You said, laughing as you forced yourself to sit fully upright and start making yourself look presentable again.

Mulder shook his head at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“They’re leather, so that won’t stain or mark them. And aren't you glad we didn’t have to keep on trying to get you pregnant?” He said, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance at his remark.

“I don’t think either of us would have minded it taking more than just two times without a condom. Not that we need condoms or an excuse to fuck like rabbits anymore.” You joked, helping re-do Mulder’s tie for him, kissing the tip of his nose.

***

Scully was waiting for Mulder when he rushed back into his office, still looking much more dishevelled than a man coming back from a completely average and normal lunch break should look. 

"Mulder, where were you?" She asked, looking him up and down, folding her arms like a parent would do to a misbehaving child.

"Um...Lunch." Mulder fumbled with his answer, knowing as soon as it left his mouth that there was no way in hell that Scully would believe that he’d just been away getting lunch.

"For over an hour? It took you that long to get lunch?" She pressed, closing the door to his office as he searched about his desk for the photocopies of the sasquatch you’d made him earlier. 

There was a long and uncomfortable pause as Mulder stared at the photocopies in his hand, trying to think of a way to answer Scully’s question. At this point, he knew it was basically pointless to carry on giving her excuses; she had worked out what he’d been up to the minute she saw him. Finally, he thought of a (pathetic) reason for why he’d disappeared for nearly two hours. 

"There was a queue. A long one." 

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[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in Chastity (or not...)

Summary - Part 21 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - Smut

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, got another fun (and heated) chapter for you guys this week. This one wasn’t really planned but it just flowed on from the last one and was a lot of fun to write. Until next week, enjoy! 

When you walk back into your room you find Dean sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard flicking through the TV channels. His hair is a wet mess and he’s only in a pair of black sweatpants. Having already showered when you returned from the hospital you just grab your toothbrush from your bag and quickly brush your teeth leaving the bathroom door open. You were only wearing one of Dean’s flannels and undies so when you leaned over to spit out the toothpaste and rinse you could feel his eyes burning into your exposed upper thighs. Knowing all too well the effect you’re having on you’re extremely flustered fiance you take your hair tie off your wrist as you walk out of the bathroom and “accidentally” drop in on the floor behind you. As you turn around and bend down to pick it up you hear him groan.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Hurry up and join me you naughty little tease.”

“Me? What about you? With your wet hair and those pants and all that bare skin. Maybe it’s best if I sleep in the other bed…you know…just for the sake of your pledge.” You take a seat on the end of the other bed.

“I swear if you don’t get that sexy ass of yours on this bed right this second I’m gonna come over there and get you myself. If I have to do that I promise you’ll feel it the whole drive home.”

“Is that a threat, Winchester?”

“Do you really wanna find out?”

You make a thinking face and tap your chin as you pretend to consider his response. “Maybe…”

After a moment of silence, he groans and throws his head back. “Come on, baby. We’ve been through a lot just come cuddle with me already.”

You give in and join him. He pulls back the blanket and slides in under it, leaving you space to cuddle up next to him. You rest your head on his chest as his fingers trace little patterns on your hip and down to your thighs. Thanks to your nap and meds earlier you’re more awake than ever. And the movement of his fingers on your skin is just making you feel even more awake. The mixture of the teasing from moments before, skin-on-skin contact, and the comfortable air of intimacy and understanding between you leaves you feeling needy. You try to focus on the TV playing Dr Sexy across the room but it’s useless. Your mind can’t focus on anything but the wetness pooling between your legs and the needy feeling in your stomach. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you try to roll over and put some space between yourself and Dean. 

But as you move, his grip tightens, causing you to roll back and involuntarily rub your core against his thick thigh. You let out a tiny moan at the contact, but Dean hears it and gives you a confused look. “You okay?” he asks. Before you get a chance to answer he moves his thigh slightly causing you to moan out again. “All that teasing do something to you, Sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry. Just give me a minute to calm down. I meant what I said about this chastity thing being a good thing.”

“Last I checked you didn’t take any pledge. Did you?” He rolls his thigh against you again making it hard for you to think straight.

You moan out a small “no” at the contact.

“Good. Then there’s no harm in what we’re doing.” He grabs your hips and urges you to straddle his thigh properly. You put your hands on his bare pecs for stability and support. “That’s it, Baby. Just ‘cause I took that pledge doesn’t mean my girl has to suffer. You deserve to feel good and it’s been way too long.” He guides your hips to start moving against his thigh more forcefully. 

You moan out his name as you start to move faster against his thigh. 

“That’s it, Baby. You’re so sexy riding my thigh for your own pleasure like this. I missed seeing you like this. So needy for me.” As the sounds of your moans – littered with his name — fill the room and you start to fall apart on him, he feels so desperate for his own release but he tries to push it down. You start to spasm and lose control of your movements as you feel that familiar tightening in your core. Leaning forward you lean your head against his. He leaves kisses down your neck as he continues moving your hips with his hands. One of your hands starts to rub along his chest and down his stomach before your fingers dip into his waistband. It takes everything he has to grab your hand and bring it back to his chest. “This isn’t about me. Come on. Cum all over my thigh, Baby. Soak these pants for me.”

You dig your nails into his chest and moan out loudly as you feel yourself letting go. You continue to spasm against his thigh as Dean helps you ride out your high. He can’t help but moan and kiss you hungrily when he feels your warm wetness soaking through his pants all over his thigh.

“Holy-that was so hot,” Dean breathes out as you collapse on top of him breathing heavily. Once you’ve regained some of your composure he helps you roll over onto your pillow as he gets up to get a damp cloth to clean you up. He returns moments later carefully cleaning you up before offering you some clean undies to change into while he has a cold shower and changes into some clean pants. When he returns you’re fast asleep. He smiles at your peaceful form as he slips in beside you, cuddles up close, and joins you in the world of dreams.

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You wake up tangled in Dean’s arms; a feeling you have missed so much. “So much for chastity,” you think to yourself. Despite your thoughts, you can’t bring yourself to feel an inch of regret. You roll over carefully so you can look at your fiance’s sleeping face. Knowing how light of a sleeper he is due to his lifestyle you know it won’t be long till he’s awake now that you’ve moved. 

You lightly trace your finger over the outline of his tattoo. The memory of the day you all got them filters through your mind. You’d been carrying the charms around for months but it was so easy to lose them or to hold onto them at all times, so Dean suggested getting the symbol etched into your skin. It’s not like any of you were strangers to pain so you had no arguments. But when you got in the chair you found the pain was different than that of a knife wound or even a gunshot and it went on for so long. Dean opted to go first in an attempt to reassure you. Once he was finally done he sat by your side and held your hand through the pain. You weren’t even dating yet, but he has always been protective and supportive to you. As you think about it now, that was probably one of the first days when you started to realise your feelings for him. While the brothers opted to get their tattoos on their pecs you got yours on your left ankle.

Dean starts to stir beneath you, dragging you out of your reverie. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Morning, beautiful. What’s the time?”

“I don’t know. Sam hasn’t come yelling at us to hit the road so that’s a good sign.”

“He can go whenever he wants. He’s got a car to drive back. And you and I have Baby.”

“Of course. Does that mean I can stay here a little longer?”

“Like I’d let you go anywhere. It’s been too long since I’ve had you in my arms.” He rubs his hands up and down your back.

“Not to ruin the moment, but can I ask…why did you stop sleeping in our bed?”

“It wasn’t that I was avoiding you or our bed necessarily. I wasn’t really sleeping anywhere. Ever since I saw you in that hospital bed it was all I saw when I closed my eyes. And the possibility that I could’ve lost you. I couldn’t protect you…I couldn’t save our baby. That’s all I could think about when I laid down beside you so I’d get up and let you sleep. I didn’t want to disturb you or make it any harder.”

“I understand. But Baby, by shutting me out and leaving me alone, you did make it harder. But thank you for talking to me now. I know we all handle grief in our own ways, but I can’t do this alone. I need you.”

“I got you, I promise. I’m sorry I haven’t been these past weeks but I was just trying not to burden you with my issues.”

“When are you going to learn that this,” you hold up your left hand showing off your ring, “Means that your problems are my problems and my problems are your problems. We share the same problems. Especially this one.”

He leans down to meet your lips in a soft kiss when you’re disturbed by a loud knocking. “Hey lovebirds, Bobby and I are heading out. I’ll see you back at home.”

“Get out of here, Bitch!”

“Jerk! See ya at home, Y/N!”

You give Dean a quick peck on the tip of his nose and then start to roll off of him, but he traps you with his hands on your waist before you can move.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“For a shower. We have to check out soon.”

He pulls you down for one last passionate kiss before releasing his grip. “Fine. I’ll get us some coffee.”

“Can we actually go out for breakfast? I miss our breakfast dates.”

“It’s a date. Hurry up and get ready.”

You climb off the bed and Dean rolls over to slap your ass as you walk away. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Winchester.”

“I can’t wait until I can call you that too,” he says as you close the bathroom door.

As the warm water cascades down your body you let your mind wander. Maybe you don’t have to wait. Maybe you could get married sooner rather than later and then just continue hunting until you find an escape to start a family. As you lather the soap into your muscles you resolve to discuss it with Dean over breakfast.

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A/N - Welp! That happened… Not sure about Dean’s logic though. What do we think? Did he break his pledge? 

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[leakyweep]

Eustass Kid x Reader; Baby

A/N; GERMANY I always love your ideas and this was so much fun to write!! Also sorry for the corny argument I really couldn't think of anything else lmao

Words; 2.0k

Warnings: afab reader, masturbation, a little sub Kid hehe, overstim, penetration, degrading, please let me know if I missed anything :) minors DNI

Kid sighed, grumbling curses under his breath as he pulled his comforter over himself. He wasn't joining you in your cabin on the ship tonight; opting to stay in his own room after your argument with the red-haired menace.

"Kid, it wasn't anything like you're thinking. I fell!" You turned to your boyfriend, a furrow on your brows. "He caught me. Are you really jealous of your best friend, right now?"

Kid's face was comparable to the color of his hair; maroon and heated. He had walked into the kitchen, witnessing you in the arms of Killer. You had tripped, and he had caught you in quite a precarious position. You wanted to smack Kid across the head for even thinking anything like that, but you knew his temper was worse his listening skills.

"It fucking looked like he was enjoying it-his hands in places only my hands should be," he said, a sneer tearing at his lips. He couldn't help his possessiveness; it was a defense mechanism, a front for his fear of you leaving him because of who he was. How deviant and dangerous he could be. You knew his words were just uttered out of emotion, but you couldn't help but look at him incredulously.

You turned to his door, your arms crossed. Before exiting, you looked over your shoulder. "If you really believe that, you must be a self-righteous bastard. Killer would never do such a thing to you. And neither would I." You spat the words, insulted that he would think that of either you or his best friend. Before he could respond, you shut the door and retreated to your own cabin.

Now here he was, tossing and turning at the lack of your presence. He had always fallen asleep so easily with you; whether it be after an intense fuck that had both of you passed out naked before you could clean up, or after venting to each other and silently falling into your dreamlands in each other's embrace.

Now, it had been a few hours since he spoke to you, and he had actively ignored the gentle rapping on his cabin door about an hour ago. He didn't want to face you, and you knew that.

He knew better than to seek you out, especially after he cleared his head and realized he was wrong. He'd never admit that; but you also knew that. You just understand him so well, no matter how much he denied it. So, he suffered in silence, staring up at the ceiling, out the window, to your panties lying on the floor...

He was so frustrated, so tired after his emotions flared up, and he just needed to get his mind off things; so he grabbed the lacy fabric, raising it to his nose and sniffing your essence from them. It was like drugs to him, feeling as if your scent consumed every one of his nerve endings.

He reached to pull down his boxers, his dick still soft. He closed his eyes, imagining the night you had worn these panties, the teasing way you bent over to drag them down your soft legs...

He palmed himself until his hardness was aching and his tip was swollen, and he covered his cock with your panties. He started to pump himself gently, groaning at the feeling of the scratchy fabric dragging down the underside of his length. A bead of precum oozed from his slit, swiping against the panties and covering his cock in a slight lube for the time being.

The sound of your moans from his memory filled every corner of his brain, the gentle sound making him grunt your name as his hips bucked up into your undies, and his thoughts were no where near the argument from before, his pupils blowing with desire as he stared at the lace covering himself.

"Shit..." he rasped, his eyelids drooping back down. His hand engulfed his shaft as he worked himself faster, stopping at the tip for only a moment before continuing his fist down. His balls were slapping up and down in time with his movements deliciously; and he didn't even notice as you stepped into the room as he was lost in the naughty fantasy going on in his head.

He only knew of your presence when your palms snaked around his thighs, jolting him back to reality with a quick gasp. Your eyes half-lidded and your lips turned upwards in a lustful grin, you couldn't help but take his panty-covered cock in your own palm, beginning to pump him a lot more gently than he had been with himself.

"Aw, my baby didn't wanna admit he was wrong, so he decided to use my panties to get off?" You chuckled, shaking your head, "You're such a perv."

His length bobbed at the contact of your hand and the nature of your words, his neck snapping to turn away from you. His cheeks were turning red, and he was embarrassed you had caught him panty-handed.

"What the hell are- nngh- are you doin' here?" He asked through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the way your hand was squeezing his shaft delightfully.

"Well," you started, reaching two fingers to his chin to turn his head back to you, "I'd rather fuck than stare at the ceiling and count sheep to be honest." You smiled at the way his face was flushed, how his fingers were bunching parts of the sheet, and you knew that you had your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

"Yeah? I thought you said I was a bastard?" He asked boldly, like you weren't controlling his pleasure. You stopped the movement of your hand, noticing how his hips bucked up ever so slightly. He tried to keep his face steady, but you also noticed the slight strain in his features.

"I can still think you're a bastard and fuck you," you whispered, your tone sultry. You discarded your clothing to the floor, motioning to Kid's pants pooled around his knees. "Take those off."

Usually, he'd scoff and fuck you senseless for even thinking you could tell him what to do; but he knew better than that right now. You were right and he was wrong, so who was he to deny you this? Even a deviant such as him couldn't deny that line of thinking. He kicked the trousers the rest of the way down, forgetting them at the end of the bed, your figure straddling his lap much more important in this moment.

"Finish what you started, baby. I'll wait right here for you to cum, and then I'll reward you. Sound good, love?" You said, your voice twinged with lust-filled sweetness. Your eyebrows were set downwards, your tongue rolling over your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend cut his eyes.

"Babe-"

"Kid. Now." Your voice was stern, and he knew then that there was no argument here; he was going to finish and you were going to watch. He felt a lump form in his throat and he found himself suddenly unable to speak. Your eyes were fiery, bold, and his wrist seemed to almost move to his dick and start pumping on its own, as if you were controlling him like a puppet.

He worked himself, squeezing as his palm moved downwards before pausing at the base and moving back up quickly. Your stare never left his cock, as if you were a cat ready to pounce. Your eyes half-lidded, your tongue darting across your bottom lip every time his balls bobbed in time with his wrist, your breasts squished against the bed as you laid on your stomach to watch him intently... it was making him so hard it hurt. Every ounce of blood in his body was seemingly drained into his dick by your presence, just the thought of you watching him make himself cum all over his own stomach while thinking of you, while you were right there, was driving Kid mad.

He let out a pitiful grunt, his hand tightening and his pace quickening. "Fuuuck-" his voice was strangled, as if it were taking every ounce of energy to fuck himself into his hand and not your mouth that was right there, "You fuckin' enjoying this, slut? The way- shit- the way I get off just thinkin' about that tight little pussy? Can't wait to shove my cock in you- mm-"

His body jerked, thick spurts of white cum staining his abdomen and stomach. His hand was squeezing the life out of his cock, his head tilted upwards to moan wantonly into the air, like music to your ears.

You hummed gently, your hands slowly snaking their way up his thighs and to his lats to hold his torso down, suddenly mounting his lap after he was fresh out of an orgasm. He barely had time to gasp before you were smothering his sensitive cock with your aching pussy.

"Wha- mmph! D-damn, fuck-!" he couldn't even fathom a word that wasn't a curse as his overstimulated cock twitched inside your pussy, making you mewl gently. You began to gyrate your hips, your mound connected to his abdomen still as you relished in the way his swollen, tender head rested at the edge of your cervix. Your hands were planted against his chest, his own fingers reaching up to grip your wrists.

"Don't complain about your reward, baby," you cooed, sweat beginning to bead at your forehead. You swiveled your hips on his cock, spelling out your name with a smile. He felt it; and he matched your grin as his teeth caught his bottom lip. "Doesn't it feel so good, so sensitive and- aahh!"

Your dirty words were cut off by Kid, who had stilled your hips with his arm, fucking up into your squelching cunt quickly and mercilessly now that his dick didn't feel sensitive as all hell. Breathy moans and rough growls, squishing sounds of your pussy and slapping noises of your hips bouncing on his lap, none of the most sinful noises were absent as Kid fucked up into you with vigor and pride.

He had let you take the reins for a moment; but he needed to be in control now.

"Reward? Slut, you are my reward. Now, shut up and take my fucking cock." His hips met yours with reckless abandon, determined to make you forget the argument from before. It was definitely working.

The bed creaking ceased as you slammed your hips down, your pulsing walls choking his length and head and sucking him into your orgasm. A shuddering shriek of Kid's name and something that sounded like "coming" spilled from your lips, your juices coating his cock and abs, mingling with the dry cum from his previous meat-beating. Your body was twitching and goosebumps painted your skin, every single last nerve in your body taken over by pleasure at the feeling of Kid's cock jammed into your g-spot.

Kid wasn't far behind, painting your inner walls with his spend, his mouth full of curses and filthy calls of your name. They were shouted out into the heated air, uncaring for what poor soul walking around above deck would hear.

You stayed positioned on his cock, cum dripping from your stretched entrance, leaking onto Kid's balls. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your hair was sticking to the sweat of your temples and forehead, and Kid reached down to move the strands and kiss your face. It was hot and sweaty, but he didn't seem to mind as he was covered in a mixture of both of your fluids.

"So... was that your apology for being wrong?" you asked with a chuckle, gazing up at him with an adoring gaze.

He just chuffed, "Tcch, sure. If that's what you wanna call that." He rolled his eyes, the blush dusting his cheeks only a little noticeable. You kissed the skin where his neck met his shoulder, running your tongue around the marks you hadn't even recalled making during the intense debauchery.

"A win is a win, baby!" you laughed, doing a little victory dance. You had forgotten you were still impaled on his hardness, and the way you wiggled on his cock made the head brush against your swollen sweet spot, making you squeak. Kid laughed.

"That's what you get!"

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[tragedyandterror]

ive made some playlists i thought i would share if anyone might like some bjr tunes! i have a serious one, a silly one, and one for the nebulous modern au tht lives in my brain

the last two i'll most likely still be adding songs here and there, but the 1st playlist is complete! i'll add the 1st playlist's tracklist+some lyric excerpts in the read more

black black heart - david usher

Something ugly this way comes Through my fingers sliding inside All these blessings all these burns I'm godless underneath your cover Search for pleasure search for pain In this world now I am undying I unfurl my flag my nation helpless Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core I'm eating all your Kings and Queens

dark entries - bauhaus

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head We leapt into the bed, degrading even lice You took delight in taking down my shielded pride Until exposed became my darker side

dissolved girl - massive attack

Shame, such a shame I think I kind of lost myself again Day, yesterday Really should be leaving, but I stay Say, say my name I need a little love to ease the pain Need a little love to ease the pain It's easy to remember, when it came

on the bound - fiona apple

You're all I need And maybe some faith would do me good I don't know what I'm doing Don't know, should I change my mind? I can't decide, there's too many variations to consider No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me more to do It's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter

i think i'm paranoid - garbage

I think I'm paranoid And complicated I think I'm paranoid Manipulate it Bend me, break me anyway you need me All I want is you Bend me, break me, breaking down is easy All I want is you

symphony - dorian electra

Something's funny when I grab my guitar Feeling lonely like a dead shooting star I'm not the only one who's crashing your car (crashing your car) Need something louder just to drown out the scars (Make some fucking noise) Come on, baby, can't you see? (Can't you see?) I'm gonna need a symphony (symphony) And I'm gonna need to hear you scream

lecher bitch - genitorturers

I am the Lecher Bitch and I call on all who feed on danger Taste of the whore. Suffer my seed Crawl with the heretic and the world outside gets a little bit stranger

the bondage song - london after midnight

Innocent child, how you thought you knew me Understood my ways, my dark needs The hunt is not the thrill I'm after I want the kill, the conquest, to be your master Wrap your arms around my pale skin, it's too late to back out you're in On your knees and praise your new lord, deeper now And here's your reward, take me to bed and rip me apart

mercy - hurts

Fill me with rage And bleed me dry And feed me your hate In the echoing silence I shiver each time that you say Don't cry mercy There's too much pain to come

touch myself - genitorturers

I love myself, I want you to love me When I feel down, I want you above me I'll search myself, I want you to find me Forget myself, I want you to remind me I don't want anybody else When I think about you, I touch myself

nihil - 3teeth

Bound by flesh Freed by blood

this s*it will fcuk you up - combichrist

I am a bitch How do you want me? From behind Or on my knees? I am a slut Please hold me down I'll be your noise This shit will fuck you up

you spin me round - 3teeth

I set my sights on you And no one else will do And I I've got to have my way now, baby All I know is that to me You look like you're havin' fun Open up your lovin' arms Watch out, here I come

closer - nine inch nails

(Help me) I broke apart my insides (Help me) I've got no soul to sell (Help me) the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself

you've seen the butcher - deftones

I wanna watch the way You creep across my skull You slowly enter 'Cause you know my room And then you crawl your knees off Before you shake my tomb

hey - pixies

Hey, must be a devil between us Or whores in my head Whores at the door Whore in my bed But hey! Where have you been? If you go, I will surely die

And the whores like a choir: Uh-uh All night And Mary, ain't you tired of this? Uh, is the sound That the mother makes when the baby breaks

hail mary - skating polly

She got hit so hard she just got up from the ground If she ever hits back, I won't tell Hey Mary, follow me out and we'll never walk back Hey Mary, tell me honestly you'd never want that Hail Mary, trust me, don't look back or it's gonna end badly

if you really love nothing - interpol

When I find my home The next artery Splendid I bled my whole life So it's probably a kiss Goodbye then

tangled up in plaid - queens of the stone age

Come, lets play along And let each other lose A win would cause an alarm Don't matter to me, don't matter to you

spaceboy - smashing pumpkins

And spaceboy, they'll kill me Before I'm dead and gone And any way you choose me It won't be wrong And any way you choose me We won't belong

#black jack randall #fanmix #the modern au is vry vibes based i dont have any real concrete story beats or anything thought out #its just smth fun for me to play around with #the central theme is definitely the cycle of abuse going on with bjr+making him face things+attempt to deal with them #i imagine a scenario in tht au where alex gets rly sick+bjr has to return to their family home+he doesnt handle any of it well at all #i also like the idea of modern bjr being into hook suspension which is vry self indulgent bc im fascinated by it lol #my vision of modern au bjr is an evil femme set to self destruct #i also kinda like the idea of him being a fencing instructor maybe 🤔

[otaku-tyriq]

Do you have top 10 or top 7 favorite (fictional) characters (if you feel like listing multiple) of all time from any media?

That is actually a very tricky question, dear Anon. For you see the list if my favourite characters is CONSTANTLY changing. Similar to my list of my favourite songs haha. So I cannot give you a set "All time Favourite” list but I can offer you a "List of Characters Tyriq enjoys at this very moment on the 18th of March 2024”

1) Nero Claudius from Fate/Extra, Fate/Last Encore, Fate/Extella and Fate/Grand Order

The second I had first heard this woman say "umu” that was it for me. I knew I’d be obsessed with her for the rest of my days. She is adorable, she is loyal, she is THAT GIRL, a queen, an emperess, a goddess, and just seeing her instantly makes my brain pump out serotonin. Who even needs anti depressants when you can have Nero.

2) Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede

Babygirl. Princess. Loserboy. Golden Retriever Puppy. Beloved Wife. He’s adorable, pathetic, a wonderfully tragic yet optimistic character. He’s my beautiful little princess and I lay my life down before him.

3)Yoimiya from Genshin Impact

Her absolute happy go lucky attitude and sweet personality is like liquid gold shot straight into my arteries. I had fallen in love with this woman the very second I had laid eyes on her. Also she has been my main for two years at this point she’s genuinly just that fun to play.

4) Kaveh from Genshin Impact

The suffering artist trope CRANKED UP TO ELEVEN! Again like Vash this man is equally tragic as he is kindhearted and despite having been scammed out of his money multiple times he still cannot help but sacrifice his own well being if it would result in someone else’s happiness. Also before you ask: Yes, I do ship him and Alhaitham

5) Ichiban Kasuga from Yakuza

What else can I say about Ichiban other than he’s almost stupidly optimistic and no matter how hard of a curveball life throws at him, he ALWAYS keeps the attitude of "once you hit rock bottom the only way is up.”, always trying to both see and bring out the best in people. Also he’s a massive Dragon Quest fan so obviously I’d end up obsessing over this beautiful specimen of a man who at the age of 42 still is not 100% sure where women pee from.

6) Erik from Dragon Quest XI

Honestly I could have EASILY put the entire main cast of Dragon Quest XI on this list because the characters of that game are simply that likeable and well written, but if I had to choose one, it would have to be your very first party member and the hero’s best friend and totally platonic roommate Erik. This man’s sassy attitude yet undying loyalty and devotion towards the hero is so strong not even the apocalypse itself could tear the hero and Erik apart for long.

7) Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5

I think at this point y’all are starting to see a pattern in my favourite characters: Ryuji is loyal like a golden retriever puppy, absolutely adorable and sweet with a severe lack of Braincells.

8) Silver the Hedgehog from the Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise

Silver has literally been my favourite Sonic character since Childhood. His whole stick is that he’s unbeatable optimistic. Despite becoming from an apocalyptic future where everything is covered in flames, he never stops believing that things can become better if you try. His naivety however leads to characters like Mephilis abusing his optimism for their own agenda. But none of that stops Silver from

being one of my greatest comfort characters.

9) William James Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot

✨Be Gay. Do Crime✨

✨Communism✨

✨Clinical Depression✨

All these things and more describe William James Moriarty and he’s so valid for it.

10) The Professor from Puppet History

He’s just a little guy. He’s a little guy and it’s his birthday

#wow there’s an awful lot of blondies on this list #anon ask #ask #nero claudius #nero fate #fate/grand order #fate/last encore #fate/extra #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #kavehtham #kaveh #yoimiya #genshin impact #ichiban kasuga #yakuza #dragon quest xi #erik dragon quest #persona 5 #silver the hedgehog #moriarty the patriot #puppet history #william james moriarty #the professor #sherliam #watcher #watcher entertainment

[inmyfxith]

Undying Devotion

Pairing: Sully family x f!Omaticaya!reader / Aonung x f!Omaticaya!!reader (mostly at the end)

Warnings: Mention of harm (nothing graphic)

Words: 4k4

-> Requested.

Kneeling behind a bush, your gaze never left the imposing stature of the Hexapede you were trying to chase. Since High Camp, you had followed its tracks, inspecting the ground with great care to detect its footsteps among all those who had trampled this land. You had sniffed the air, letting the breeze blow the few braids that were not held in place at the back of your head, to find his scent. That's when the hunt really started. A chase that brought you alive, a chase that gave you a daily dose of adrenaline during the search, and dopamine once the beast was in your sights. With your father's bow in hand, you moved with the utmost discretion so as not to reveal your presence to the innocently grazing animal. Once you were within range, you strung the bow the way Jake Sully had taught you, elbow up, palm caressing your cheek, gazing straight at the target. After taking a deep breath to adjust your shot, slow your heart and stop your arms from shaking, the arrow shot out and into the neck of the animal, which let out a shrill cry of pain that broke your heart.

Killing living things was never fun for any Na'vi who respected the world around them, but you needed it to live and prosper. Leaping over your bush, you laid your bow on the still cool, wet grass, pulling your hunting knife from its sheath. The beast, which had fallen on its side, was flailing its legs as if trying to escape, shouting to anyone who would listen to come help it. Kneeling beside it, you placed your hand on its head while closing your eyes before thrusting your blade into its heart to put it out of its misery.

In the middle of the forest, you had cut out the skin, the flesh, the entrails to make it easily transportable. Everything usable was wrapped in the large skin that you had just removed and sealed with sinews from other animals, taken from a previous hunt. Although heavy, the hide found its place on your shoulder and, before returning to camp, you made a detour to what remained of the Voice Tree. There, laying the remains of the animal in front of the half-burned tree, you opened your arms, closing your eyes again to let yourself be overwhelmed by the energies that seemed to endure despite the wounds that the place had suffered.

"Great Eywa, mother of all living things, I come before you with gratitude and reverence. I thank you for the abundance of life that surrounds me and sustains me, and I offer my respect and devotion to your wisdom and power. Today, I have hunted and taken the life of one of your creatures, a powerful and noble beast. I ask for forgiveness and understanding, for I know that all life is precious and interconnected in your grand design. I honor this creature and offer its life back to you, to be returned to the cycle of life and death that you have created. I ask that you bless and guide me as I use this gift of life to nourish and sustain myself, and that I always remember the responsibility and respect that comes with taking a life. Great Eywa, may I always be in harmony with your creation and your will." To end your prayer, you placed the heart of the beast at the foot of the tree, in the image of a religious sacrifice before resuming your journey to the refuge of your clan.

Since the return of the skypeople and their new quest to destroy the forest, the Omaticaya had been forced to leave the tree house, falling prey to a threat they could not afford to face directly. So the Olo'eyktan led his people to a more secure and discreet base in the heart of the Hallelujah mountain range. Although this new camp was nothing like the comfort of the tree house, the clan had eventually acclimated to this refuge, making it a new home. Approaching the entrance to the cave, you clicked your tongue in a steady rhythm, announcing to the Na'vi in charge of camp security that you were not an enemy. Seeing you appear from behind the thicket, some of you nodded more respectfully than sincerely. As soon as the shadow of the stone enveloped your face, you found your way back to the hut you shared with your mother, passing the former hut of the Sully family, now occupied by Tarsem. This path had become almost unbearable to take, but it was the shortest way knowing that what you managed to extract from the animal was too heavy to make the journey longer.

You had the impression that the Sullys had left the clan the day before, you remembered the day you heard the news of their departure with great accuracy. The situation was the same, you were returning from hunting and had just dropped off the corpse of a beast in front of their hut when you came upon Tuk organizing her affairs, her eyes glistening with tears. You smiled, imagining that perhaps Neytiri had ended up asking him to sort her toys. Unwittingly, your foot hit a carved wooden figure of the great Leonopteryx, Jake's legendary ikran that looked so much like your own that sometimes when you roamed the skies, some people claimed the last shadow had returned. When she didn't seem to see you, you took the opportunity to surprise her, reaching under her arms to lift her over your head and make her look like she was flying. The little girl, surprised, started to laugh, making a sound more sad than happy.

"What's the matter with you, Tuk Tuk?" You asked, your arms around her waist and your head resting on her shoulder while your knees were on the ground. Tuk rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before sniffling loudly. She pivoted so that she could easily wrap her arms around your neck and find comfort in the crook of your arms.

"We're going to leave," she said in a trembling voice. Not really understanding what she was getting at, or what she assumed, you looked around until you came upon Kiri carrying a woven basket, presumably to store provisions. You tried to question her silently, but the girl remained silent, almost ashamed to have to tell you the sad truth. The Sullys were preparing to leave the clan. The Sullys were about to leave you.

Sitting in the grass, the breeze caressed your face as you watched Kiri rest before the big departure. As always, her motionless body was surrounded by forest spirits floating around her. Her expression, peaceful, made her face almost childlike. She was so amazingly gentle that it made you want to protect her. And that was what you had always tried to do when other children had made her the focus of their teasing. You had always been close to the Sullys, but especially to her, acting as a big sister, standing in for Neteyam in terms of her protection. Even though you had already been settled for several hours, and the calmness surrounded you, you were already dreading the moment of farewell because, even if Kiri had asked you, it was impossible for you to leave the High Camp, to leave your mother. And, as you put down the carcass of the hunted beast in front of your hut, a simple glance towards the one of the Olo'eyktan made you feel a strange feeling of mourning.

Tears had rolled down your cheeks as you said your goodbyes, which you convinced yourself were just goodbyes.

"Don't cry, we'll see each other soon," Neteyam said as he hugged you, but the truth is that without them you were lost. Without them, your perfect world would fall apart. You missed Lo'ak's jokes, Neteyam's strange wisdom and Tuk's laughter. The Sullys were your family. Your mother was also deeply affected by their departure; Jake and Neytiri had always made it a point to care for her after your father's untimely death. That's why, while she was brooding in your hut, you put your own emotions aside, pretending to live in harmony with yourself to give her a new environment. Besides hunting and fishing, you spent your free time in the human laboratory observing Grace's avatar as you used to do with Kiri. Before she left, she had almost made you promise to take care of her mother, as if you had the right skills to do so. But you thanked her inwardly when, weeks later, as you found yourself straddling Grace's avatar incubator, you heard Norm start to panic. He had probably forgotten you were there because he didn't hide the reason for his behavior for a second.

Drops of sweat were still beading on his forehead as he hurried to gather medical supplies. As you approached the radar that he kept on day and night, the screen displayed a small mound of islands on one of which a small green dot was flashing with coordinates. You didn't know what it was all about, an earthquake, an important discovery, the imminent arrival of the skypeople in the camp. But your questions ended when Max entered the laboratory after having put several avatars to sleep.

"It's Kiri!" Norm threw to him without further context, drawing your attention further.

"What Kiri? Norm, what's going on with Kiri?" You questioned him, leaving the concern that had just arisen in you. The scientist then became aware of your presence and his mistake. Seeing that he didn't answer, you approached him, frowning and taking a threatening look that you would have preferred not to show. Turning back to Max, he told him they had to leave as soon as possible and, before you had a chance to respond, the two men began to gather equipment.

Your instinct controlled your emotions faster than your reason and, returning to your mother's hut, you suddenly began to cry. Your mind was racing with conjecture, imagining that the worst things in the world had happened to your best friend, one of the people who meant the most to you, and you weren't even there for her. Returning from the gathering with a small group of other women, your mother found you kneeling by the semblance of a fire that was still crackling, your eyes filled with tears, and your cheeks pink with the saltiness of the tear fluid. Without waiting, she dropped her basket to join you, taking you almost instantly in her arms and asking you what could be causing you so much grief.

"I failed, Mom," you blurted out, holding back another sob, letting her arms wrap around you and finding a protection that normally only you could provide. She stroked your hair, rocking you gently, waiting for you to tell her more.

"I failed," you repeated before you realized what you were doing. Of course your mother would never hold you responsible for the situation you found yourself in, it was natural to snap from time to time. Still, you broke free of her embrace, exhaling the air from your lungs several times to regain your composure before explaining the situation as clearly as possible.

"Imagine that the person you love most in the world is in danger, that you know where they are, but you can't get to them because you have obligations elsewhere. And then you feel guilty and helpless and..."

"Sweetheart, we can't help everyone," she took a deep breath at the unconvinced look you gave her. "You know, when the skypeople started this war years ago, when you weren't even an idea, your father saved me. By then he had already become the Olo'eyktan of our clan, and while I was walking in the forest collecting berries, some Men captured me. I was afraid, I was almost beginning to think that Eywa had abandoned me. That I was paying for all the bad things we had done, even without realizing it. And, just when I thought it was all over, he came and saved me." She rarely spoke of Tsu'tey, the man who had saved her and made her his Tsahik. Her eyes had become almost glassy and, she was no longer looking at you. "What I mean to say, my darling, is that I don't need to be saved anymore. I know you promised Eywa to protect me, to take care of me. But that is not your role, and it never was." She approached you again, this time placing her hand on your back. "So if your greatest desire today is to go to Kiri. Then go, I offer you my blessing. And I will pray to Eywa every day for you to find her.”

Although still full of guilt, but this time for a different reason, you packed a few things, including your bow and some arrows, before putting on your flight gear. The helicopter's propellers had just started turning when you mounted your ikran, ready for a journey of several hours.

As your ikran flew over the beach of the village of Awa'atlu, your determination to find Kiri overrode the fact that many of the native Na'vi on the islands seemed almost afraid of your mount's size. When Norm and Max's helicopter found a place to land on one of the stretches of beach, you jumped onto the warm sand, letting your ikran fly away until your next call. With your bow on your back, most of the Metkayina took you as a threat at first before you spoke the next words.

"I am looking for Kiri. Kiri te Suli Kirevsi'ite." Although they spoke the same language as you, everyone seemed to look at you as if you were from a completely different planet. You were about to get angry when the crowd split, creating a path for a small group of boys. At the head of it stood a proud boy who couldn't have been much older than you. He looked at you from head to toe with a look in which you detected a haughty side and another indecipherable expression. As no one seemed inclined to answer you, you let out a sharp cry in the air and, only a few moments later, your ikran came to rest on the sand, a few meters behind you. You didn't take your eyes off the boy, however, he had come to test you, and the mischievous smile he gave you when he saw your beast was enough to convince you that this game was won.

With a nod, he urged you to follow him, and so you did, still holding your bow firmly in your hand. After a few steps on the warm sand, you finally spotted Neteyam, leaning against a palm tree, sharpening the tip of a spear made of a lighter wood than you were used to using. Neteyam was like you, he always needed to keep himself busy so that his mind would not wander to and fro. The young man who escorted you walked with a pride that, beside you, seemed almost out of place. He sometimes glanced over his shoulder at you, as if he were trying to find a way to engage you in conversation but couldn't.

"Sully! Someone's here for you." The boy tossed to Neteyam who instantly raised his head before throwing his spear to approach you as if there was no way you were actually standing in front of him. Neteyam stopped a few inches away from you, as if to make sure it was really you before taking you in his arms. It was a strange sensation, you felt alive again, as if you had just found your home.

"I promised you we'd meet again," he whispered before your gaze caught the shadow of questioning that passed before his eyes. He was probably wondering how you had found them, or why you had decided, only now, to join them. To cut short all that, you spoke up, explaining the situation.

"Norm told Max that Kiri was in danger. You know how much your sister...you know how much you mean to me, I could stand there with my arms crossed...so I followed the helicopter and, here I am." His expression suddenly changed, showing the concern he was trying to curb by sharpening his spear. Without adding anything more, he moved slightly away, pointing with his chin to the hut where his family had been living for the past few months and where Norm and Max had just been unjustly thrown out by Neytiri, whose voice you recognized. Neteyam then glanced at the young man who had brought you to him, offering him a nod of thanks before putting his hand on your back to lead you forward.

As you walked toward the hut, your heart began to beat so fast that you thought it would burst out of your chest. The hand that held your bow began to get sticky because you were afraid of what you would find. Neteyam told you to wait for him a few meters away from the hut, so that he could tell his family about your arrival and make sure that everything was okay. So you observed the surroundings, the crystalline sea, the few Metkayina who were busy fishing for animals more elegant than those of your forest and, as your gaze had just landed on the strange aquatic mount of the members of this clan, a voice diverted your attention. Swinging back toward the hut, Tuk ran toward you, arms open and shouting your name. Laying your bow at your feet, you knelt down to welcome him into your arms.

"I see you missed me, Tuk Tuk. Guess what, I missed you too." You whispered before kissing her forehead. In the frame of the hut, Neytiri was helping Kiri stand and when your gaze met hers, you felt relieved to see that she was alive. Soon Kiri told you what had happened since her family had arrived at the Metkayina home, and why Jake had felt compelled to call in Norm and Max. Although she was almost angry at him for thinking of them, Kiri told you that she was glad he had done so, because you had been able to find her.

Awa'atlu was an amazing place, so different from what you had always known. You were not one of the few Metkayina who looked at you with a worried expression every time you passed by. Perhaps they thought that at any moment the beast you were riding would appear from behind the horizon to take them away from their beloved beach. You missed your mother, and High Camp, hunting had become different here as you turned to fishing under the wise advice of the boy who had led you to Neteyam, and whom you understood to be the son of the clan chief. Tonowari had not made your presence known because of your attachment to the Sully, and he probably just assumed that you were related. The boy in question, Aonung, always seemed to find a way to approach you, whether you were in the water or on the beach. Without really addressing you, he would sometimes tell you the extent of his exploits which, to be quite honest, sometimes seemed slightly ridiculous. Kiri had, of course, told you the story of her altercation with him, which had caused Lo'ak and Neteyam to be beaten up by Jake. So your regard for him was lower than he would have expected. Despite this, you were not unpleasant in his presence, keeping in mind that if he could afford to fight without consequences, he would probably be capable of many other things.

Within a few weeks, you had almost found a place with the Metkayina, learning to live like them and in harmony with the new marine ecosystem. However, the calm could only be short-lived, and before you even had time to make your first trip back to the mountains, the skypeople emerged as a threat on the horizon.

"I forbid you to fight, you are much too young." Being able to understand what was at stake with the skypeople's return, it took you only a few seconds to grab your bow and prepare to ride the heir of the last shadow towards the fight. But Jake didn't seem to think so, and as you were about to leave your hut to meet Kiri and Tuk in the water, he grabbed you by the arm.

Frowning, you broke away from his grip before proudly announcing, "Far be it from me to disrespect you, but it turns out that today you are no longer my Olo'eyktan, nor even my father." Taking on his grave air, he merely offered you a nod, aware that he could not retaliate without a valid argument. Not even your mother could have dissuaded you from going on a crusade, because she would have been one of the first arguments. By ridding Pandora of the enemy, everyone could live in harmony. So it is with determination that you joined the girls, ready to protect them from all possible dangers. But, while you hoped to find in Awa'atlu a strong position, Lo'ak came to divert your plans. Since Kiri had wanted to follow her brother, you followed him, discovering there the impressive Tulkun who answered to the name of Payakan. The boat then emerged from the horizon and, as everyone left the tulkun on the back of their ilu, Tsireya offered you to get on hers, or rather she pulled your hand to force you to leave.

The rest, you knew, was inevitable. Lo'ak, Tsireya and Tuk were captured. Having managed to escape thanks to the pockets of air provided by the immense underwater vegetation, you watched from afar the few attacks of Payakan, amazed by the beauty of a beast that you had surely involuntarily underestimated. You could not afford to remain helpless in the face of the situation and, calling your ikran, you rode it to the boat, your bow attached to its seal, you managed to hit a man while flying over the boat before your mount caught him to throw him into the ocean. As the ship slowly began to sink, you landed. Neteyam and Lo'ak were still on the ship, you had seen them go inside the iron giant, cursing them inwardly. The metal was cold, adding perfectly to the atmosphere of the place. Your bow still in hand, an arrow ready to be shot, you groped your way forward, using your keen hearing to find your prey.

Kneeling behind a thick metal plate, your gaze never left the imposing stature of the Na'vi soldier who held his weapon so firmly that it appeared to be an extension of his arm. From the small gap through which you had entered the ship, you had followed their tracks, inspecting the ground with great care for mud or any trace of passage. You sniffed the stuffy air for an unfamiliar smell. That's when the hunt really started. A chase that made you come alive, a chase that had once given you a daily dose of adrenaline during the search, and dopamine once the beast was in your sights. Gunshots rang out to your right, drawing not only your attention but also that of your prey, who rushed towards the origin of the noise. Following quietly, you saw Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Spider, safe from their enemies' fire, as a Na'vi lay dead on the ground. Other soldiers appeared next to the one you had initially tried to chase away, and while Lo'ak and Spider had just jumped into the water to escape, Neteyam would not have made it, and you were more than aware of that.

Without thinking, you shot your arrow, hitting your prey in the head, forcing him to the ground, diverting for a moment the attention of the soldiers who now had to fight on two fronts. You had just given Neteyam time to flee, and he had seized your opportunity. But now the soldiers knew where you were, and even if you tried to turn back, bullets were raining down on you.

When the air hit your face again, your first action was to call your ikran, which took only a few seconds to reach you and allow you to leave the ship. Aware of your flight, the soldiers regrouped on the deck to prevent you from flying further. Even though you were skilled, two bullets managed to find their way into the flesh of your arm and thigh, causing the pain you were unprepared for. Squeezing one of your wounds, you let your mount pull you back to solid ground as the world slowly began to spin around you. Setting foot on the sand, the pain in your leg was so sharp that you could only take two steps before you collapsed to the ground, letting the waves caress your feet and the sun warm your face.

You emerged into the Sully hut, Tuk's face close to yours.

"Hey, Tuk Tuk, did you miss me?" The little girl offered you a smile and, you winced as you tried to lift your arm to ruffle her hair. You then straightened up, admiring the bands that now adorned your arm and thigh. If Tuk and Neytiri were here, then the battle had to be over. "Did everyone make it?" You asked Neytiri then, suddenly overcome with a sense of apprehension that you had to keep quiet. The mother of the family offered you a smile similar to her youngest daughter's, nodding in response. Then you let out a sigh before lying back down, relieved to have helped bring peace to Pandora.

By the time you were well enough to leave the hut on your own, the Metkayina were already holding ceremonies to celebrate the return of a peace that would probably not last.

As the campfire crackled and popped, you sat silently, lost in thought. You gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the first rays of dawn were starting to break through the darkness. Despite this, you noticed Aonung while looking to the waves.

He leaned back against a nearby log, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded you with a cocky expression.

"Nothing in particular," he replied. "Just thought I'd come and see how you were doing." You snorted, clearly not believing him.

"Right," you muttered sarcastically. "Because that's exactly what you're known for, isn't it? Your kindness and concern for others." Aonung's smirk deepened, enjoying the banter between you.

"Touché," he said, chuckling lightly. "But you have to admit, it's more fun when we're not at each other's throats." You rolled your eyes, but despite yourself, you couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

"I guess you have a point there," you conceded. Aonung pushed himself up from the log and walked over to you, his expression turning serious.

"But in all seriousness, how are you doing?" he asked, his voice softening. "Do you need any help with your wounds?"

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife ; @liyahsocorro

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