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#once again. not yearning. i just miss physical comfort
voidhope · 9 months
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The Other Woman
(Part 2 FINALE)
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Synopsis: Miguel had left Y/N for another version of his old wife in hopes of getting his old life back. To only realize the mistakes he’s made.
Link to Part 1
Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!reader
Warnings: very heavy mental health, ANGST LIKE A LOT OF ANGST, ALL OF THIS IS ANGST, mentions of death/almost dying, long term establish relationship, cheating, swearing, therapy, physical fight, blood, feral protective miguel?
A/N: hello again! this one is more heartbreaking and longer than the first part oof… Very low dialog up until closer towards the end! wanted to just get through telling the story itself and the emotions. It’s just a very heavy storyline!! I want to say thank you so so much for showing so much support for part 1 i had no idea it would receive that much attention :O !! i wrote this out kinda fast as i didn’t want to loose the momentum of the idea. so apologies for any mistakes! all feedback is greatly appreciated ~
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You used to make Miguel coffee everyday, with one cream two sugars, and he would nag about how he hated the taste. It was to your liking, not his. As you would sneakily take sips out of his mug while working next to him. Why didn’t you just get your own coffee? You claimed you could never finish it and just wanted a taste out of his. Miguel would roll his eyes at you every time he caught you but he adored it. He had secretly grown to love the way you made it and had become his only way of making coffee after meeting you.
Now as this version of his older wife made it the way he is suppose to like coffee, bland and straight, he found himself bothered by it. Going as far to correct her even though this was what he had been claiming to have missed so much. He was now seeing himself teaching someone else how to love him like you did…
He was only a shell of the man he was when he had Gabriella. Even though the copy of his old wife has her same personality, the relationship couldn’t be exactly how it was before because he had changed so much. You had helped him become whole again. His tastes and likings had all switched to everything about you. The charm he found in his old wife doesn’t hold a light to you now and he was getting frustrated. He had wanted this so badly. He felt like those babies who whine and cry wanting to eat a lemon and once they get their way they realize the sour truth.
Miguel never truly realized what it was like to loose you until three weeks after he told you the truth. Over the years the idea of losing you terrified him but he only ever thought of it being in death. He never considered separation when everything was perfect for both of you then. There were times he believed that you were made just for him and he treated you like his queen. Which you truly were to him in his spider society. Why would he ever throw that away? Look at what he did.
He gave himself every excuse in the book before you knew he was cheating on you. ‘This is only for research.’ he would think every time he found himself back in that universe. As everyone knew he was so serious about his work, obviously this is just him getting to know more about certain universes and canons. Lyla was the only one seeing straight through him knowing where he was actually going. Things kept tumbling and the more he found out about the place and spent time with her the more his grief and yearning returned. It was all just there, so reachable.
There was a time his mind tried to snap him back out of it while cheating on you and made him realize the guilt. The first time he kissed this woman you were there in his mind. He came home right after and held you without saying a word. You never questioned him, just showed him comfort as much as you could. Lightly stroking his back, you never over stepped or pushed him when he was vulnerable with you. He only closed his eyes and held onto you tighter processing how you were always too good for him. He was converting to living two different lives; his old self during the day and then coming home to you. He didn’t want to let go of either at the time.
Once he found out he could safely have Gabriella again was when he became distant with you. The shame of using you for research made him become stoic. He didn’t want to admit how wrong he was treating you. All while you were always being so loyal and trusting towards him. Things were slowly slipping through the cracks and he knew he couldn’t up keep it. He wished he could have had that conversation with you so much differently but it was over. Now he had his old life back, a dream he had his mind set on.
He ignored the shakiness in his hands when he returned to her after letting you go. ‘It’s all for the best.’ is what he would repeat in his mind as a mantra. His new girlfriend truly had no idea who he really was or what his background was. Miguel continued to feed her lies to the point where he even started believing them himself getting too lost in avoiding what he’s done. He believed he was happy as he spent time with her.
When she got too close to finding the truth after finding his wedding ring in one of his pockets, he set her off course from it by revealing his spider identity and taking her to HQ. This was the day that everything felt like it was crashing around him. Being reminded of his marriage, having to face his friends with his new lover, sharing his personal spider life, his work with someone who wasn’t you. He excused himself rushing to an unused office room while his chest was tightening. Pupils dilating as he realized it was his first time having a panic attack.
Nevertheless he continued to push it all aside and act completely normal with his girlfriend. He was feeling your absence the most while working. You had became an extension of him. He had trained you from scratch and you helped him build this society he has now. You knew the ins and outs of everything and fought perfectly alongside him. Now that he was on his own he let his girlfriend be there for him when he got stressed, but there always was a knot in his stomach he never could get rid of.
The more his mental health ate at him late at night the more he considered searching out for you. There was no closure between both of you and he never got to listen to how you feel. What was your opinion on all that happened? Do you hate him?
He wanted to speak with someone so badly but he dug himself in a hole too deep. You were gone, he was lying through his teeth to this poor woman he’s kept for some fantasy, he felt too ashamed to say anything to his friends, he would rather die if all his workers found out how big of a piece of shit he is. Anytime Lyla tried peeping a word that wasn’t work related he would snap. He had pushed everyone away and now he just felt alone.
Regardless he would wake up in the morning and swallow all his dark feelings. He would remember his grief of when he lost his family and it would put him back in the moment. He has another chance. He was happy with the direction he was going in now.
Right?
The day he found out you were at HQ he felt his heart stop. He was mid mission trying to call for Lyla but she wouldn’t answer. Frustrated he tried looking into what was happening only to see her busy having a conversation with you. It felt like something took over him when he opened a portal in less than a second. Without thinking nor wasting a heartbeat he rushed back. Just a glimpse of you, maybe just to hear a word out of your mouth. The feeling of having you back in HQ was making him ignore all his insecurities. How he would coward at the thought of trying to reach out to you before. You were in his home, your home, and the thought drove him wild.
You were already long gone though. Lyla stared at him not saying a word. The quietness in the room making his ears ring but his thoughts were screaming in his head. He stood there frozen still trying to recollect himself. He was the one that left you, what is wrong with him?
Again he went back and forth in his own head trying to convince himself ‘You wanted this.’ but if he did why is he feeling like someone just killed a puppy in front of him? Why is he here fighting with his self if this is really his dream? Why did he try chasing after you? The wounds of his past grief were too deep. He never took the time to properly heal and now look at what he’s become.
“Miguel, what’s this?” He was startled turning around seeing his girlfriend holidng your watch and skimming through the divorce paperwork addressed to him.
There was no more hiding, no more lying. He swallowed hard even though his throat was dry. He let everything he had kept away rise to surface. It hurt him to see the beautiful face his old wife shared contort into such anger and pain while finding the truth.
She didn’t stay, but for some reason he wasn’t upset. Though he longed for his daughter, he knew it would have never been the same now. He finally closed the door on his past. His heart had made the choice this time but it’s too late. Now grasping onto the divorce papers left by you, emptiness spread through his soul.
You on the other hand did not find yourself crying by yourself on a rooftop for long. The shift in the air from your arrival alerted the local spider-man immediately.
“It didn’t work out, did it?” He crouched down next to you as he noticed your watch gone and your missing wedding band.
Peter Parker knew both you and Miguel. Your husband had come to do many rounds of research in this universe when he took you. Eventually offering this Peter a spot in the society, which he politely declined due to just being busy enough here. You both never spoke much but always had an appreciation for each other.
“Do you need a place to crash at?” He continued while trying to get you to look at him. Reaching his hand towards you.
You had absolutely no one and you had been gone so long you couldn’t even go back to the little you had. When you met Miguel you didn’t hesitate to never look back and now it filled you with regret. How naive were you to put all your trust and reliance on him.
You took Peter’s hand. You were ready to start your own life and be your own person now.
Peter Parker was nice enough to let you stay with him as long as you needed it. You both had became ‘besties!’ as he would love to poke at you. The first month with him you were a disaster really but he showed you how he liked to cope using his spider abilities.
The first thing he helped you with was getting a new suit. Your old one resembled too much to Miguel’s and you felt suffocated every time you put it on. Peter had taught you to use your current emotional pain on whichever sad little villain was making trouble out in Brooklyn that night.
“Come on, we got multiverse spider-woman helping me keep these streets clean now!” He would taunt at the men while watching you easily take them out a little bit too aggressively. His feet kicking up and down while he sat on the side of a building watching you. The crime rate did go down a bit once word got around how strong your punch was. Peter’s just happy he can now spend some nights to himself.
You got yourself a job at the mart on the corner to help cover bills for Peter and save up. You were grateful enough the owners never batted an eye when you would disappear during a shift to either suddenly go cry uncontrollably or beat the shit out of someone at a nearby robbery. Next thing you were enrolling yourself back in university, wanting to finish that degree you never did.
It wasn’t too long that some of your older spider friends would stop by to check in on you. Seeing them was difficult sometimes, you were internally itching to ask about Miguel. Things were going okay for you on a very slow path of breathing step by step. You never wanted to feel that hurt again and so you very well pretend like Miguel didn’t exist if you could.
You couldn’t ignore the hurt resurfacing when you passed couples on the street. Or when you found yourself going to fidget with your wedding ring just to remember it’s gone. You can’t just move on from a relationship that was so deeply apart of you and lasted so long. You gave everything to him and it will take you much time to get yourself to build trust again.
After two semesters, you finally had your graduation. All the things you learned while in Earth-928 paid off as you barley had to study. Passing top of the class, you immediately got an offer for an internship opportunity with Alchemax and was able to get an introduction tour of the building beforehand.
What you hadn’t realized was that Alchemax had been looking for that girl who snuck into their offices a couple years ago. Who made another dimension’s spider appear and then went missing herself soon after. They had kept as close tabs on you as they could and how foolish you were to think your little break in wouldn’t come back to bite you. The moment you stepped foot back in their building, it was over for you.
Miguel had spent a whole year in much deserving therapy. Nothing could stop the embarrassment he felt when Peter B signed him up with HQ’s best spider-therapist after 3 months of constant out bursts. No one could come near the man when he felt like he had lost everything. Those first initial months were difficult for everyone around him.
Therapy did help, he hates to admit it, but it was a very rough ride. He finally was able to understand his deep inner term oil and heal his issues but moving on from you? No, he could never.
You were the only one who had sincerely stood by his side, always rooting for him. He never fell out of love with you despite of everything that he did. He just pushed everything down too deep and was blinded by obsession. Till now he could never deny that he still loves you. Maybe if he just would have went to therapy years ago instead of acting out on unsolved grief none of this would have happened. The guilt always making him toss and turn at night.
He would have big temper tantrums when he would find his coworkers going to visit you time to time and not sharing any details. He needed to know if you’re okay. Did you already move on? He longed to find you and speak with you but he knew he wasn’t ready yet. He was so self destructive and this was what he deserved.
Everyone avoided him completely when he overheard someone saying you were living with Peter Parker. Fighting crime with him and having a cute little home life. Peter followed you around now like a puppy. Miguel did not take the news well at all. Let’s just say, the large bill replacement for his monitor screens was what snapped him out of that rage.
He also wanted to strangle Hobie Brown every time he saw a glint in his eye when your name was mentioned around. Yet Miguel couldn’t hate the kid either, as Hobie was one of the people to try help repair the damage he did to you. How badly he just wanted to hold you and shield you in his arms from any other people taking you from him as if he wasn’t the idiot to let you go in the first place.
Everyone’s big, powerful, scary boss was really just a grumpy, wallowing-in-self-pity, sensitive, lonely man now. Mention your name too much to him and watch him start crying or take it out on whatever he could find nearest to him. He would some nights scroll through your wedding photos while listening to your last tracked log with Lyla. Your words cutting through him deep like long sharp knives. How he urged to go tell you it was all wrong and how guilty he was for making you feel like this.
Despite it all, he still believed in being the best of the best. He used his work to distract himself from his sorrows, to become numb. Even though his divorce paperwork were set next to him on his desk to remind him the pain. He never signed it.
“We can’t tell him!” Jessica gritted through her teeth. Small group of spider-people were hovered around Lyla taking in the new found information.
“Her canon events have always been uncertain, we can’t just stop and fix this one?” Gwen Stacy suggested in hopes.
“We have never prevented a canon event of hers or the people involved in it. It could be even more dangerous than a regular canon.” Peter B spoke grimly.
“When ‘as danger ever stopped us?” Hobie spoke up.
“Everyone get your gear.” Lyla added to the stress of the situation.
You couldn’t open your eyes properly with a strong blinding light being held above you. Arms and legs secured on top of a metal surgical table. You could feel the warmth of blood scattered on certain parts of your body, slowly starting to dry. It was a mix of yours and the people you had tried fighting through to get out of here when you realize the trap you were reeled into. Different people in lab coats poked and pried all around you while you were tied. Your mask was thrown on another table and your suit had large gashes across it.
Soon you also could feel the presence of Peter Parker being brought to the room, thrown slumped in the corner breathing heavily. They had gotten you too good. They knew everything and had planned this so detailed.
“Now you’re going to help me open the multiverse.” Kingpin loomed around you. All you could feel was searing pain as a laser aimed right at your chest.
Miguel was already staring out the window to the glowing night lights of Nueva York when he saw a big hole appear in sight of the skyline. His eyebrows furrowed while he was trying to process what he was looking at. It wasn’t a second later when all alarms started going off in his office.
“Qué carajos?” He exclaimed seeing the alerts of a possible universe collapse. “Lyla! Why wasn’t this being taken care of already?”
“I already sent people.”
“Then what are they doing?” He yelled. His confusion and anger only furthered when he saw a red alarm for a canon event.
“Canon event?” He whispered to himself. He always knew when these were happening, there were none scheduled for today. There was no way he would let one passed him, it’s not like this could magically appear? His jaw dropped in realization… a new canon event.
“Lyla, tell me the truth. Why wasn’t this reported to me?” He made the atmosphere turn cold. She knew he already figured it out.
“A new canon event was received this morning being given to Peter Parker. Of Y/N L/N’s death.” The words from Lyla made Miguel’s body go still. His eyes raced side to side while he processed it.
“No!” He roared, a fist slamming into the nearby desk. His massive strength breaking it in half.
“Boss, you can’t go on this mission only using your emotions.” Lyla warned. However Miguel was already half way stepping through a portal to find you.
He appeared, watching his team struggle to shut down the machine causing the collapse. Outnumbered by the amount of Alchemax puppets. A different kind of rage filled him as he saw you, for the first time in a year, suffering. Miguel was never one to act reckless while on missions but he had no plan here and just ran off the pure adrenaline the fight or flight had hit him with.
His claws tore into the backs of his enemies as he jumped beast-like across the room. Not hesitating spilling blood across the wall while he took everyone down as fast as he could. His team could only watch wide eye with an unsettling fear as they saw Miguel lose himself to his spider sense. While he fought they took the opportunity to take apart the machine.
Miguel was panting heavily, pupils blown wide glowing red, and fangs dripping with venom as the room slowly silenced. Kingpin laid on the floor slowly trying to drag himself after being beaten to a pulp. It was over. Peter B stopped him from doing anything further. Knowing Miguel would kill the man, Peter B let the team finish up to give Kingpin to authorities. Miguel turned frantically to look at you seeing the other spiders step away. Peter Parker was hunched over you in tears. Miguel fought the urge to snap at Peter and grab his hands off of you.
Your vision was too blurry and everything felt like it was burning. A shape that seemed too familiar came into your peripheral vision and you tried to push yourself up.
“Miguel?” Was the last thing you croaked before slumping back passing out. Miguel catching you in his arms before you could hurt yourself further.
“It’s her time.” Jessica spoke behind him. Yet he was refusing to let go. He had never defied the way the timeline worked since he created his society. He would never break the rules and you both had promised each other before not to. If there was a situation like this you both agreed to save the universe first. How stupid was he to think he would listen to that now facing it in-front of him.
He never got to tell you what happened. He never got to apologize. He never got to tell you one more time that he loved you. Even if you in result just spat in his face, at least he was able to talk to you one more time. You were never a placeholder or someone to fill a hole in his heart. His whole heart belonged to you and he couldn’t let you go thinking you didn’t mean anything to him. No matter the consequences, he needed to tell you.
“Call all the teams to control the damage of a possible universe collapse.” He turned to Jess with Y/N tightly in his arms. The spider-people watched speechless as he opened a portal and disappeared.
Two weeks you laid motionless in the HQ’s medbay.
The clean up after breaking the canon was a little intense. They were able to get it under control as the event started to fade from your timeline once you were returned and starting to heal in Earth-928.
The spider society would remain silent near the medbay. The lights always being dimmed and hushed whispers between staff to not bother the distressed O’Hara. He refused to leave.
Your Peter Parker had now joined the team, much to Miguel’s dismay. Everyday your friends would come in and check to see how you were. Some telling stories about their day or any gossip updates you missed, in hopes that it would get you to wake up. They would ignore the gloomy Miguel who was basically glued to the seat next to you not saying a word to anyone.
At night Miguel would play with your fingers and softly stroke your hair all while pleading “Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. Por favor mi alma.” He knew it wasn’t his place to beg this after what he did, but he didn’t mind the words falling on deaf ears.
Miguel hadn’t eaten in days, he felt too nauseous from anxiety to even try anything. Pavitr had done the favor to bring you and Miguel’s favorite empanadas from a small street vendor downtown. Hoping to get Miguel to at least try the food before he ended up in a hospital bed next to you due to starvation.
You started to blink open your eyes, spots surrounding your vision. You could hear a soft breathing to your right side and you slowly felt your sense come back one by one. It felt like you just had a really rough nap.
“Oh my god that smells so good.” You moaned, sitting yourself up to try to look at where the smell of food was coming from.
You were met with a wide eyed Miguel holding a box of empanadas. His jaw slacked open acting as if he’s seen a ghost looking at you. Confusion hit you first for a second and then you start to panic.
Why was he here? Why was your ex-husband sitting right here? You started to push away from him and Miguel caught on to your panic.
“No, no, no mi amor stop.” He tried calming you. “You’re hurt, you’re going to open your stitches.”
You suddenly remembered everything that happened right before you blacked out. At that moment you forgot the hurt you had towards your ex-lover. Gathering yourself you just stared at him. “I’m suppose to be dead.”
Tears rimmed your eyes. Why did it feel like life just hated you so much?
Miguel engulfed you in his arms as you started to cry. You didn’t care right now. You had ached for this feeling again, so alone, with the comfort Miguel used to bring you. Just for a moment you could pretend like how it was before.
“We can’t do this Miguel.”
He knew what you were thinking. He didn’t want to let you leave his arms yet, as he let his self hold harder and push your head closer into his the crook of his shoulder. The tickle of your breath on his neck, he just wanted this forever.
“She left. Almost a year ago.” He let out to you. A big weight coming off of his chest. You pulled back from him and looked up into his eyes while you watched him avoid your gaze. You felt bad to say you could feel a bit of satisfaction bubbling in you.
“Good, she deserved better.”
“So did you.” Miguel sighed playing with his hands. Your eyes widened when you saw the ring still on his finger. He let you stare. “I-I could never. I couldn’t.” The emotions struggle to come out of his mouth. You understood him though. You always did. Placing your hand on top of his you just nodded.
“Please stay here.” He whispered.
Miguel had broken you in so many ways. Yet he almost ruined another universe just to keep you alive. You both needed time to talk and coming out a coma right now isn’t good timing.
“I finally became my own person when I went back in my universe. I enjoyed my independence.” The words pelleted at him. He could only hold his breath as he waited for you to continue. “I’ll stay… but not for you.”
It wounded him deeply; but he deserved it. This place will always be a home for you even if he wasn’t apart of it. Before he can tear his gaze and turn away, you reached out to hold his face close to yours. Your fingers gently rubbing on his cheeks as you slowly look at him properly after so long. You let your thumb smooth over his frown lines and he leaned into your touch closing his eyes.
“Let’s give us time.” Was the words you blessed that opened every door of hope he could find. He would take it, he would absolutely take it. He has to fight for you, he has to prove to you. He would do anything but for now he’ll be on his best patiently waiting for you.
Both of you sat comfortably without speaking, only the faint background beeps of the hospital monitor making up for the silence, while passing small glances. For once both of you felt a missing warmth you didn’t realize you needed. Sharing empanadas with each other, just maybe it will be alright…
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The end!!! Thank you so so much for your time in reading my story. i really really was so happy with all the comments and feedback on pt 1 it really meant a lot!!!
i hope this was ok ~ i apologize for how long it was i was thinking of doing another part but just wanted to finish this up. I was in such a conflict how to end this. i hope it wasn’t too cliche or anything i’m just a sucker for very wanty needy dramatic stories. It’s a hopeful ending tho~ i couldn’t pick with just happy or sad.
So many of you had tons of amazing suggestions which I appreciated so much. I was such a mess trying to figure it all out. Many of you wanted to see Y/N move on with another person but I ended up going this route. I used Peter Parker as an obv character in y/n’s universe but it’s not tied to any specific one and you guy can think of him more to your liking if you want to!
If any of you would like a small drabble or imagine of another route of this story or just anything angsty/possessive and rarwrarwbarkbark miguel. I’d be glad to help lol!! My request box is wide open~ i had so much fun writing this!
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xylianasblog · 10 months
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Love Language
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Pairings: Agedup!Aonung x Fem!Metkayina reader
Summary: Y/n has always been in love with her best friend and until recently they confessed their feelings for each other. Since they started dating she's come to learn just how affectionate he is.
Warnings: Fluff, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), praise kink. Som dom Aonung, dirty talk.
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For as long as you could remember you have always despised physical contact, the thought of anyone touching you literally made your skin crawl in the ickiest of ways.
So why is it that you had to fall in love with the most affectionate person ever? What compelled you to look at this Na’vi male and think it would be a good idea to agree to be his girlfriend?
Looking up from your task at hand you see your boyfriend making his way over to you, he had a wide smile on his face as his icy blue eyes locked in on your own blueish-green orbs. “Yawne, how is your basket weaving?” His smooth voice filled your ears causing them to perk up as you looked down at the nearly finished basket. “It’s good Ao. Did you finish your duties early?” You had to question, he had a bad habit of running off during his duties to come to you.
Aonung would actively seek you out no matter what time of day it was. It was as if his soul called to yours with such a deep yearning. Pushing the basket aside you stared into his eyes once again, he crouched down to be somewhat level with your smaller frame. “I did actually I missed you so I did my best to finish everything thoroughly before coming to you.” He shrugged it off as if it was a normal thing, that's because to him it was such a normal thing, a habit that he wouldn't be breaking anytime soon.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics, looking down you noticed his finger drumming away at his thighs. You come to learn it only happened when he really craved your touch. Unlike you Aonung loved being affectionate with you, he loved how your soft skin felt against his hands and he just adored how your body felt pressed against flush against his, especially in those rare moments you both made love. Smiling sweetly at him you reached your hand out to his and immediately he reached out to your hand. Bringing your hand up to his cheek he nuzzled into your hand his body relaxing instantly at the feel of your skin against his. The sight warmed your heart, amounts touch being the only one you found yourself also craving on occasion. His touch didn’t make your skin crawl or feel icky, his touch brought you peace and also made you relax. “Come let me fix your hair, silly boy.”
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The entire walk there he never let go of your hand, his hold only grew tighter as if you’d leave the instant he did. Once you arrived back at your marui pod you pushed aside the flap to walk in. You made yourself comfortable on the makeshift bench in your home, Aonung sitting between your legs. Her wrapped his large calloused hand around your thigh squeezing it gently. In moments like this, he was happy to touch and feel you even if it was only for a little. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your thigh as you worked on redoing his braids.
“You have such pretty hair Aonung I absolutely love it.” You told him as you worked, your hands were soft and gentle as you braided his hair. His hair was one of your favorite things about him, the soft pretty curls that framed his face especially when his hair was down which wasn’t something you saw often.
You were nearly done with the last braid when you felt him press a light kiss to the inside of your thigh. Letting out a small gasp you gently tugged his hair as a warning. “Stop that... I’m nearly finished.” You mumbled which caused him to let out a small chuckle. “Shh Yawne… just let me, please... it’s been so long since I’ve gotten to taste you.” A slight whine left your lips as you began to squirm, your hands however never stopped braiding. He continued to kiss your thigh lightly, your eyes closed and your fingers faltered momentarily as he kissed your thigh lightly.
You did your best to ignore him as you finally managed to finish the last braid despite his kisses, he finally turned around to face you. He had a small smirk on his lips, as he stared up at you. “Pretty girl..” he mumbled. His hands slide up the sides of your thighs now moving to undo the knots in your loincloth. He untied it before swiftly pulling it off you weren’t prepared and sucked in a breath of air at the feeling of the cold air against your dripping wet cunt. “Ahh.” Aonung admired you with wide eyes. “Look at how wet you are for me... I barely even touched you yawne..” he stated.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you tried to ignore the heat you felt beginning to rise. “I won't let you touch me...” you deadpanned, this caused him to chuckle as you felt his fingers slip between your folds before sliding up to tease your aching clit. You let out a small moan as you felt his fingers teasing you slowly, you whimpered, Aonung loved to tease because this was one of the rare moments you begged him to touch you.
His finger began to rub gentle circles on your clit as he pushed your legs open a bit more for him. He let out a slight little hum of approval watching how slick with your juices you are just from his gentle touches. He slid his finger back down before pushing it inside of you, a slight whine left your lips as you raised your hips a little, and he pushed in deeper at your reaction. He began moving his finger in and out at a slow steady pace loving the way your body reacted to him.
You grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand while the other held onto the makeshift bench to keep yourself steady, you whimpered quietly as he worked his finger in and out of you, and soon you felt him adding another finger inside of you. Your hips raised on their own as your gummy walls tightened around his fingers sucking them in deeper, your hips moving against the thrust of his fingers, working in a perfect rhythm. your nails dug into his shoulder as he sped up his fingers, and your moans grew louder as your pussy grew wetter.
"Look at you princess... taking my fingers like a good girl.." he muttered his eyes transfixed at the look of pleasure on your face. the sight of you losing yourself to him was truly a beautiful sight for him. Your eyes screwed shut, lips parted as small breathless moans left your lips. he curled his fingers up pressing and rubbing against your sweet spot, you cried out loudly digging your nails deeper into his shoulder.
"Precious girl. Gonna cum for me yeah?" He pressed a soft kiss on your clit.. once... twice.. three more times before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. You sucked in air gasping a little as you felt the familiar knot building up in the pit of your stomach he felt it in the way your walls tightened up he knew you were close. "That's it, baby.. let it go.. cum for me.." he whispered... you let your head fall back hitting the board behind you as your orgasm pushed forward at his words.
Your juices squirted out wetting his mouth, chin, chest, and arm, he groaned out at the sight of you coming undone for him. "Ngh... Fuck Aonung!" you cry out, he didn't let up with his fingers however he continues thrusting them inside of you, letting the flat of his tongue rest against your clit as he got a taste of you. He started swirling his tongue around your clit as he helped you through your orgasm, his eyes never left your face. Once you rode out the high of pleasure he pulled away placing a few kisses on your inner thigh.
"Pretty girl.. such a good girl. Thank you for letting me please you." he praised you between each kiss to your thigh. "I love you," he told you while taking his time to get you cleaned up and dressed once more before picking you up only to lay you back down this time on top of him as he got comfortable on your mat. He held your exhausted body close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You let your body relax against his relishing the feeling of safety he gave you.
Your love language may not have been physical affection but for Aonung.. you'd always crave his.
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muffinsin · 1 month
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Ok, please dont pressure yourself too much! Please delete my requests if there, well, shit.
Anyway, readers been dating one of the sisters for a while n for some reason or another rs mother visits. But rs mother isnt exactly the greatest mother to r and to summarise abuses them, emotionally or physically up to you tbh. Holding them up to ridiculous standards and tells them she wished she had aborted them, generally just being a bit of a dick- making fun of how the reader looks and thinking they have ownership of the reader and her body bc shes their mother. Lady Dimitrescu is not tolerating this in her castle and as much as she wants to ignore it she cares for reader bc her daughter loves them (idk if that makes sense) so she comforts reader like a mother should, praising reader when their mother has just shouted at them or something.
Queue to the sister finding Lady Dimitrescu reading to reader whilst there curled up on her lap with a blanket. (Motherly)
Idk if any of this makes sense, feel free to completely change parts of this.
With fruitiness,
Deluded anon
A rare Alcina post here! Because the prompt was just too adorable and I love this tall murderous woman as a mother figure🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ this one’s quite Alcina centered for once :)
Keeping this Bela/Cassandra/Daniela neutral for once! :)
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You know, today is the day your mother is coming over. You know, it was bound to happen, too
The moment she picked up on you living in a grand castle, she suddenly acted interested and invited herself
A declination of her “request” is not possible. Aside from this, your lover is most keen on meeting her
You haven’t yet had the courage to tell her about your mother, nor about the woman she truly is
How can you, when your lover’s mother is just perfect?
Alcina is kind, and caring. She’s strict, but out of love. She shows affection, and she practically showers all three of her daughters in praise. She never fails to comfort them or point out that she is proud of them no matter what
Neither of the Dimitrescu family members notice your yearning look when you watch your girlfriend hug her mother and receive a kiss on the cheek or forehead in return
It’s breakfast time- your favorite time. In general, mealtimes are your favorite. It’s the times of days when all sisters and their mother are together
Alcina never misses it. She always pauses her work, even on busy days, to spend this time with her daughters and you. It feels almost like a privilege to sit among them, sometimes
However, now all you feel is dread, and yet: still hope
Perhaps your mother will be influenced by Alcina, positively
Still, you feel dread knowing she will be here shortly
A few hours later, you stand in the main hall and fiddle with your girlfriend’s dress as you wait for your mother. You know, she won’t be much longer
You almost flinch when the heavy doors open, yet can’t help the involuntary smile when you see the woman that has birthed you step inside
Your smile falters when she immediately begins to complain about the cold and the frustrating path it took to get here. Your girlfriend chuckles nervously, as though unsure what to say, and you can only join in
Then, your expression turns to a hurt one when she begins to criticize things and you already
Starting with the state of your clothes- a little rough looking from your roughhousing with Daniela earlier today
You blush in embarrassment and shame as you’re scolded, your hand squeezing your girlfriend’s tightly
Next, your posture is criticized. You stand straight again, tears welling in your eyes at your mother’s words
Unworthy. Filthy. Ragged. A waste
You’re quick to greet her and ask her how she is doing when she scolds you for this, too
But it seems even that can’t be done right, for she simply starts scolding you for not checking in more often
After all, how is it she only learns months later that you are dating one of the “monsters” of the castle?
Her displeasure makes it quite clear, even if it has been already: she intended for you to work there and earn her money until your demise
You flinch when she steps closer to you, as though to examine you
You spare your girlfriend a pitiful look as she attempts to interrupt, yet is cut off by your mother’s tsks again
She comments on your clothing. One of your favorite outfits, made to ruin by her. The colours, the fabric, the style is all criticized
Then, your body
You flinch when a finger sharply pokes your stomach
“And I thought they would feed you less, here”
The comment stings, and has both, you and your girlfriend, tense up. Her, in anger. You seem to only shrink into yourself
You know, she’s looking for a way to keep back your mother without causing offense. She is still your mother, after all
You hold back your tears when you’re criticized again, your hair, your face, your arms and hands
“I love them and how they look”, your girlfriend protests when your look as a whole is criticized
This makes you jump in surprise, and whimper when it causes your mother to finally turn to your partner
She examines her, as if determining her worth
She scowls at the tattoo on her forehead, yet her features soften at beautiful hair, a regal-looking face, a smooth neck sporting a necklace with a very obviously expensive gemstone
Smooth skin and a seductive figure, a beautiful, if gothic, dress clinging to her and hugging her body and curves perfectly
Your mother laughs for a moment
And it stings when she points out: you’re not at all worth your girlfriend’s time
Of course, your lover immediately corrects this. She assures: you’re her everything
And yet it is only met with a scowl
Your eyes snap back to your mother when she calls your name, her own eyes icy cold
Upon being asked how much money you make, you fall silent
Living at the castle and being in this relationship, you don’t make any. You work, yet not for money, but to support the staff and ultimately Alcina. You don’t get paid, simply work to keep busy and support
After all, why would you be in need of money? Your girlfriend’s money is yours, now. And hers is Alcina’s. Being paid for your work would only come from your own pocket, ultimately
You don’t dare tell your mother about this. You refuse to risk her taking any of the money that belongs to the Dimitrescu family. A warm flutter spreads in your chest momentarily as you realize: it includes you now
Yet, this doesn’t satisfy at all, and you flinch as she throws up her hands and yells
After all, she sent you to this place to earn money for her! And here you are, empty handed and happy? She’s fuming
She screams, calls you a mistake, a waste
When your lover steps in front of you, arms crossed and yelling back at last no matter the consequence, you take it as an opportunity to slip out the room
You run, tears blurring your vision as you sob so violently, your body trembles
You aren’t even sure where you’re running off to, or for how long you have been running
You’re ashamed as the staff sees you sob and run last them. You just want to get out of sight
You’re running fast, and before you know it, push through several doors until you burst into a room
Only when Alcina gasps in surprise at the intrusion do you notice you’ve stumbled, seemingly automatically, into her office
Her eyes are wide, and for a moment she looks ready to strike
Then, her eyes soften. She knows the little human that has stumbled into her study. You are no mere staff member- you are the that has wooed her daughter
She frowns in concern at your state. Your heart beats so fast, unnaturally so. You’re distressed
Your expression is pained, and tears stick to your cheeks and jawline
She can’t help but care for you. You are important to her precious daughter- as such you have grown into the countess quite a lot
You sob quietly as she gets off her chair and moves towards you. A door is closed, and a large hand sets on your backside
It’s guiding you, you realize, towards the large chair in the corner
To your surprise though, she sits down before you can. To your even grander surprise, you’re lifted on her lap
Ignoring the blush of embarrassment on your cheeks, you can’t help but reach out to feel the fabric of her dress
For a moment, Alcina watches you as you fiddle with it. It seems to help you, even as you still cry a little
You feel her large hand on your back, the other set over your knee, covering it whole. Her thighs are large and steady, but comfortable, and there is a warmth naturally radiating from her body that the sisters seem to lack
You feel grounded, with her here. It makes you feel better, even as you sit in silence
You find three loose strands on the dress, and she watches curiously as your fingers immediately move to it
Her hand hovers, ready to stop should you pull like her two youngest daughters like to do
You aren’t, though. Alcina watches in confusion as you begin braiding the little strings between your small fingers
You work gently, and meticulously
When you finish, you trace the tiny braid
“What meticulous grace you possess, little one”, she praises, her eyebrow raised curiously as she traces the tiny thing with her index fingertip
You can’t help but feel a light, happy feeling in your chest at her words, and feel it settle there among the darkness caused by your mother’s words
Your tears have dried, and yet new ones roll down your cheeks at the mere memory of her words just before
You aren’t quite sure you’re ready to share her words yet, but thankfully, there is no need
You feel her move about, until you find yourself pulled close to her, with your head comfortably resting against her chest. It’s rare you feel this at ease, even as sobs wretch your body. You feel warm when her arm slings around you, as though protecting you from the evil of this world
You see now, how the sisters are so devoted to their mother. You couldn’t quite understand from your own experience, but it’s clear: Alcina is different from your mother in every way
You sob quietly as you turn, your body tucked into hers. Due to her height, you fit perfectly against her stomach and chest
You cringe a little as you notice your tears wet her expensive dress, yet as you attempt to pull away, a hand comes up to the back of your head
Not strong, or forceful. Not even threatening. Reassuring, rather. She wants to keep you there
“Don’t mind them, little one. Tell me what happened”, she demands gently
You feel yourself relaxing against her, your hand coming up to hold onto her dress
When you open your mouth, it takes a few second for words to spill out. Then, you can’t stop yourself
You cry as you talk, slurring and stuttering, whimpering and trembling. But her piercing, golden eyes are warm and stay on you, and her arms do not untangle from around you. She does not interrupt you either, and yet it feels like she understands every little of your broken words
Her brows furrow in anger quickly at the words spilling from your lips
How dare someone treat you this way? Alcina thinks a lot of you. Obviously, or else she would not allow her daughter to be with you. She would not have a fool for her precious darlings, after all
Lucky for you, Alcina approves of you. And as such, she is enraged by your mother’s words
“Unworthy?!”, she gasps, utterly shocked upon hearing your mother said such a thing
“I am yet to deem people unworthy”, she protests. A silent, but honest phrase. You catch the meaning: you are worthy, according to all whose opinion matters
You feel yourself calming down a little again as she talks, praise after praise of your qualities falling from her lips
You’re quite surprised she has paid you much mind, really, but feel content in her arms
Eventually, as she talks, you feel yourself calming down
Your head is tilted upwards against her chest, and you feel your eyes slipping shut as she traces your features with her fingertip
Alcina watches curiously as she does this, first tracing your brow and nose, then your cheek
She remembers doing this the first time, with her eldest daughter back when she was a child and experienced distress the first time. Seeing as it calmed her down greatly, it’s now her go-to
And it seems to calm you, too
You don’t notice you’re hugging her and pushed up against her until she shifts her arms and you find yourself curled up in her spacious lap
Through heavy eyes you see her pick up a book, and with a tired smile on your lips, you cuddle closer as she begins to read
You don’t recall the last time you felt this relaxed with anyone that wasn’t your lover
As her words turn muffled the more sleep takes over you, your eyes feel heavier and heavier
Your mother’s words no longer linger on your mind, instead all you focus on is the comfort and love you feel in the moment, the happiness and acceptance
You don’t notice when your eyes slip shut, but with a smile, you fall asleep at last
An hour later or so, Alcina jumps when her door is slammed open again
This time, her daughter is the one entering the room, her fist clenched and a scowl on her face
“Mother, I’m going to kill someone!”
She laughs fondly at the remark, the book clasping close as she rests it on the small, unoccupied space left on her lap
Just as her daughter attempts to sit down there too, she shrieks in surprise and swarms backwards upon finding the space occupied by- you
Alcina smiles at the adorable expression on her face
She pulls you a little closer, then extends her arm and gently pulls her confused daughter closer
“Come here, my little fly”, she coos, sensing the woman’s anger at your mother. As expected, she purrs and eagerly leans into the countess’s touch
Alcina smiles lovingly as she, at last, too climbs into her lap, settling comfortably and purring contentedly
Even in your sleep, you feel your lover pull you closer, and even as you sleep; a small smile shows on your lips
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queenshelby · 1 month
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Our Little Secret (Part 29)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Birth, Complications, Infertility
Note: This is just another little gap-filler.
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The following morning, there was an unusual silence inside the bedroom when you woke up.  
Cillian was gone, leaving behind a note on the bedside table saying that he was going to drop by the pharmacy and pick up some supplies for you and Mara. He had taken Mara with him, which gave you some time to shower and freshen up, to prepare for the day ahead.
You took your time, enjoying the solitude and the rare opportunity to pamper yourself, knowing that the days ahead would likely be filled with sleepless nights and constant care for Mara again especially when Cillian was headed off to America for work. This was a welcome respite.
Afterward, you put on your favorite pair of yoga pants and a soft tank top, stepping out onto the porch to breathe in the fresh morning air. The sun cast rays of brilliant light upon the small garden at the back of your house, illuminating the beauty of nature around you. You took a seat on an outdoor bench, savoring the tranquility and the serenity of the moment just before Cillian returned with your babygirl.
"Thank you for taking her," you told him sincerely. "I appreciate the rest."
His face softened, his blue eyes glistening with concern as he held Mara close to his chest. He looked so tender, caring and protective that a lump formed in your throat.
"Don't mention it," he replied gruffly, his gaze flickering between you and his babygirl before bringing up his two week trip, worrying that you might not manage alone.
"I'll be alright," you assured him confidently, patting his hand reassuringly as you rose from the bench, feeling revitalized by the fresh air and the quiet moments of peace. "My stomach feels much better now. I can move around again and, really, I do need to learn how to be on my own with Mara. It's good practice," you explained, grasping his hands reassuringly. "I'll be fine, trust me; it's just a couple of weeks, right?" you smiled, determined to make the best of your circumstances.
Cillian hesitated before agreeing, his blue eyes glistening with concern as he held Mara close to his chest. His fingers brushed against your hand, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You both looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between you. 
"Although maybe it is you who cannot cope on your own," you teased, still sensing his apprehension. 
Cillian glanced at you, his brows furrowing slightly. "You might be right," he agreed, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes.
He handed Mara over to you delicately, his touch featherlight, as if afraid to disrupt the peaceful balance you had achieved in your lives. You could sense the undercurrent of desire simmering beneath his surface, a flame burning brighter with each passing day. Yet, the timing was wrong, for now.
"I will miss you," he then said before correcting himself. "I mean, I will miss Mara and, I don't know," he quickly added nervously, averting his gaze from you quickly before meeting your gaze once more. "I guess, I will miss you too," he confessed quietly, his voice barely rising above a whisper.
You looked at him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I will miss you too, Cillian," you chuckled before spending another hour with him and then sending him on the way. He still had his clothes to pack and a flight to catch later that afternoon.
Over the next two weeks, you slowly found your feet, living with Mara on your own. Of course, you had some harrowing nights and many challenging moments, but you knew that it was all part of the learning curve of parenthood.
Still, you missed Cillian. Not only did you crave his presence physically, but you also yearned for his companionship and shared laughter. He was the source of comfort and stability in your life, a steadfast pillar in the stormy seas of life.
You began to wonder what he was doing over there in Los Angeles, thousands of miles away from you, but your thoughts were interrupted by the soft whimpers coming from Mara's crib.
She wanted your attention, and you gladly obliged, shuffling across the room to pick her up and bring her close to your chest. You rocked her gently, swaying in time with her delicate heartbeat, humming a soft melody to soothe her.
"It's okay, baby girl," you crooned, your voice low and comforting. "I know you miss your daddy, but he will be back in a few days," you murmured, kissing her forehead gently as she nestled her head against your neck, snuggling closer to you.
Mara was an absolute delight, a bundle of joy and laughter that lifted your spirits every day.
Her giggles and infectious smiles brought happiness into your life. You spent countless hours reading books, playing games, and engaging in playful conversations with her. You adored her, nurturing and caring for her and, over time, you became increasingly attached to her. 
Motherhood suited you was what Cillian's sister said when she came to check up on you and, whilst you appreciated her support, you felt a little strange about the fact that his family became more involved in your life than your own. 
Just last week for example you received a call from Cillian's mother, inviting you and Mara to come along for her 70th birthday in Cork. 
It was a special occasion that she simply couldn't bear to celebrate without her granddaughter. And, of course, you accepted the invitation without hesitation even despite the fact that your mother and Cillian's brother Frank were attending the party as well.
According to Cillian's mother, you would all be staying at her house and when she told you that she had already bought a basinet and other necessities for Mara, you felt quite touched and simply couldn't say no.
With that, the days leading up to Cillian's mother's birthday went quickly with a newborn in the house and Cillian returned earlier than expected due to the SAG strike. 
Unsurprisingly though, he did not seem to mind that his trip was being cut short. After all, he hated giving interviews and engaging in social events for the sake of promoting his movies. It was something that he considered to be absurd and he much rather wanted to spend time with his babygirl.
As such, he came straight to your house after having landed in Dublin following his eight-hour flight from LAX before spending the next few days with you, Mara and Max.
Max was coming to Cork with you too, visiting his grandmother for her 70th birthday celebration. Although you weren't particularly excited about the prospect of spending a weekend with your mother and Frank, who would undoubtedly throw passive-aggressive remarks your way every chance he got, you were willing to endure his company for the sake of celebrating this milestone.
It was important to Cillian's mother to see her whole family together again, and you understood that you should set aside your personal feelings and focus on creating happy memories for Mara.
To be continued...
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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The Great Escape
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Summary: Your chance of freedom diminishes as the prince reminds you of your place.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, magic bondage, outdoor sex, humiliation, physical violence.
Characters: Dark!Loki x Reader
A/N: This fic is part of the Secret Santa Collection by @fictive-sl0th​. As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs will be amazing. I hope you guys enjoy! 💚
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Adrenaline courses through your veins as you run as fast as you could down the path to the docks, your sack of meager belongings bouncing at your side. You see the longboat to Vanir just up ahead, hearing the boatman calling for final passengers and a smile of relief plays on your lips, almost tasting the freedom that you’ve been yearning for since meeting the prince. 
You couldn’t miss the window of opportunity presented to you when Tove pulled you to dance with her and Brigit. You made it a point to squeeze between the towering forms of the men and the swaying bodies of the women, moving along to the music to put on a show of enjoyment and basking in the sounds of the lute and trumpets booming in the great hall as the celebration reached its peak. 
As soon as you saw Loki’s attention averted toward Lord Fandral, you immediately made to escape the festivity; stalking silently across the halls so as to not get caught by any servant or guard that is loyal to the prince. You grabbed your sack by the gates and wasted no second running away from the palace. 
You grunt as your foot gets caught in the muddy path. You pull yourself free but your slippers get stuck into the earth. Still, you pay them no mind, leaving them behind as you continue your sprint toward the boat. 
The docks finally come to view and you can’t help the tears that spring from your eyes as you feel the clutches of Loki slip from your mind but you gasp all of a sudden and stop in your tracks when you feel your throat tighten. Your knees buckle and you collapse to the ground, your hand reaching for your neck as the pressure around it intensifies, grabbing on the chain of the necklace around your throat. 
“And just where do you think you’re going, Little Mouse?” A chill fills your bones when you hear the baritone of Loki’s voice. 
“Lo—” You try to speak but the grip around your neck tightens, choking you while the emerald stone hanging on the necklace glows brightly against your skin. 
The breath is knocked out of you when you’re kicked at your side, rolling unto your back, fear creeping up your spine when you see Loki’s face above yours, angry and menacing. You gasp for air when the tension around your throat is lifted but Loki drops his foot over your chest, squirming against the dirt path as he pins you to the ground. 
“I look away for one second and I find you here, trying to flee.” He sneers and you yelp when he presses down his boot harder. 
“Please, Loki—” 
“I dress you in lavish clothes and adorn you in the finest jewelry. I give you the comforts of the palace and this is how you repay me?!” He snarls, his foot lifting from your chest but it is no reprieve as he kicks your side once more.
Your hands reach down to soothe the searing pain in your ribs but you’re not given that chance when Loki drops to his knees, flipping you back on your stomach and clamping his fingers around the back of your neck, choking once again when he pushes you further into the dirt. 
You struggle in turning your head to the side, digging your fingers into the soil as you try to push yourself off the ground, hoping you’d push him off just the same. But your strength is no match with the god, your attempts proving futile as he remains atop you, his weight pressing down on you. 
Panic surges through your veins when you feel his hand pulling at the skirts of your dress, the same one he’s given you along with the necklace before the feast, the fabric bunching up at your waist and you try to kick him away, legs flailing. You only stop when he slaps your thigh harshly, tugging at your small clothes roughly and looking at the flimsy fabric when he throws it at the side of your head.
“Loki—”
“You have no respect!” He snarls and you whimper when his hand presses against your cunt, fingers deftly moving to circle around your bud. “You have lost the privilege to say my name!” A cry is pulled from your lips when he dips two fingers into your slit, hating yourself for how your body readily responds to his touch, the slick gathering at the apex of your thighs. 
You feel his impatience as he thrusts his fingers deeper, faster, a reluctant moan slipping from your lips when he spreads them apart, stretching you wide. You try to push him off once more but he doesn’t move, only stopping any further attempts when he squeezes the sides of our neck hard. 
“Stop trying to find a way out of this.” Loki snarls, leaving you hollow when he pulls out his fingers, smearing your wetness on the inside of your thigh. Another wave of fear washes over you when you hear him fumbling with his pants from behind. 
“My prince—please,” You beg and try to reach behind you, to stop him from his brutality, but your words fall on deaf ears and your hands desist to move, wrists pinned into the dirt by his Seiðr and you’re left at his mercy, free for him to use you as he pleases.
Your tears spring free from your eyes as you whimper and continue to implore for his compassion, to release you from his wrath. His hand leaves your neck all the same and he goes to grab you by the hips, pulling you flush against his pelvis and feeling his cock brush threateningly against your cunt. 
He impales you all at once, your walls hugging him tightly as he sits inside completely. You mumble your curses against the ground, your tears staining your face and mixing in with the dirt. You feel his clothed chest press against your back, his hot breath fanning over your skin and you grunt as he snaps his hips hard, jolting your body forward and crying when your arms are pulled from your invisible restraints. 
“You may have forgotten who owns you, Little Mouse, but your body definitely remembers.” You feel his smirk against your skin, Loki pulling his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock in your cunt before thrusting back harshly, a cry of pain retching from your throat as he begins to fuck you at a brutal pace. 
Your fingers curl against the dirt, your body rigid as you take on his wicked punishment. You keep your eyes forward, orbs locked onto the longboat and you feel all hope leave you when it sails away, your only chance of freedom slipping from your grasp. 
You close your eyes. You’re not there. You’re on the boat, floating freely toward another land where Loki cannot find you. But such thoughts diminish and your attempt to remove your spirit from his clutches proves fruitless as the sound of slapping skin and his grunts invade your senses, tying you down completely to your reality. 
Your walls flutter around his cock and you moan when he slides in deeper, the tip repeatedly ramming against the bundle of nerves hidden within. You’re panting and so is he, his hands pressing your pelvis down onto the ground, keeping your arse high for him and lifting his pelvis only to adjust his position and impaling you anew, feeling him fully once more as he takes everything from you.
His nails dig into your skin, the pain radiating throughout your body and you gasp when you feel the sudden pull at the pit of your stomach. You try to stop it, to not give him the satisfaction of bringing you pleasure despite his roughness, something you could have control over. But his fingers find your sacred bud once more, rubbing it in accord with his thrusts.
“You’re mine, Little Mouse.” He growls as he bends over you once again, his raven hair curtaining around yours and you cry when he adds pressure to the nub.
The dam within you breaks and a silent scream is pulled from your lips, Loki following suit, his groans of pleasure bouncing off the bushes and the trees as his essence mixes with yours. You slump unto the ground, tears falling afresh, and you whimper when he rolls his pelvis against your thighs, keeping himself snug inside. 
“You are nothing without me.” He whispers when he leans down once more, his voice licking against the shell of your ear. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see his emeralds piercing through your soul. 
“Everything that you are is mine.” He says menacingly, trepidation filling your heart as he presses a kiss on your dirtied cheek, sealing your fate with finality. 
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The merriment in the banquet hall fills your ears as you follow Loki from behind. The necklace he’s given you has now turned into a metal collar around your neck, a long chain shackled at the middle with the end held tightly in Loki’s grasp. 
You try to steer away from the direction of the Yule celebration, not wanting to have people witness your state of disarray. But Loki tugs on the chain harshly, having you bump against him and you bow your head, casting your eyes to the ground as you follow him with reluctance back into the hall. 
The silence that casts throughout the crowd is deafening and the gasps coming from the lips of the witnesses bare down on you, making you want to disappear even more. Your clothes are a wreck, the fabric ripped from your struggles with Loki on the ground. Dirt and mud cling to your skin, and you don’t doubt that your binds are the most prominent in their eyes. 
There is no evidence left on Loki’s form, using his magic to cleanse him from his brutality and presenting himself as the regal prince the Asgardians know him to be. He brings you with him to the high table, the prince reclaiming his seat beside his brother, and all at once the merriment resumes, laughter and music echoing in the great hall. 
“You really know how to put on a spectacle, brother.” The king, Thor, booms at Loki’s side. You grunt when he tugs you closer, Loki’s arm snaking around your waist to have you sit at the arm of his chair.
You don’t look up but you sense the king’s lingering gaze on your dirtied form and you don’t doubt that he’s known of his brother’s lecherous deeds toward you since the beginning. 
“I am simply reminding the little mouse of her place.” Loki intones and you look up when he grabs your chin and tilts your head back, forcing you to meet his emerald eyes. “Isn’t that right, pet?” You see the threat in them and you acquiesce to his words.
“Yes, my prince.”
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The words given to me were Christmas Gala, necklace and Asgard!Loki. I used Yule instead of gala since I wasn’t sure if gala is used in the world of Asgard. And this is dedicated to @fictive-sl0th​. I know it’s not your usual Christmas fic but I hope you enjoyed!
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See You Tonight - g.waller
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This is my fic. Please do not repost this (reblogs are good). Do not copy my writing. Do not steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing and my original character(s).
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(warnings: smut if you squint)
(pairing: grayson waller x wrestler!f!reader)
(word count: 1.1k)
Grayson Waller sat in his dimly lit hotel room, the soft glow of his phone screen casting shadows across the space. His fingers hovered over the touchscreen keyboard, hesitating, as he stared at the blinking cursor on the messaging app before him. He had been trying to write for hours, but his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of her.
“I only want to see you right now. I really miss you,” he typed out, the words echoing the ache in his heart.
He paused, his gaze drifting to the picture on his nightstand. There she was, smiling back at him, her eyes alive with laughter and love. Memories flooded his mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the happiness they shared.
“You just saw me yesterday,” came (y/n)’s reply, accompanied by a playful emoji.
Grayson couldn’t help but smile at her response, yet his longing remained. It wasn’t just about seeing her physically; it was about being with her, feeling her presence beside him, and losing himself in the comfort of her embrace.
He typed again, his fingers moving with a sense of urgency fueled by his yearning heart. “It’s not the same. I miss the way you make me laugh, the way you understand me without saying a word.”
He hit send, his heart racing as he waited for her reply. Each passing second felt like an eternity, the silence between them heavy with unspoken emotions.
Finally, (y/n)’s next response came, a simple yet profound message that sent a surge of warmth through Grayson’s veins. “I miss you too. Let’s meet tonight.”
Relief washed over him, mingled with excitement and anticipation. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough.
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Grayson paced back and forth in his dimly lit hotel room, his heart pounding with anticipation. The exchange of messages with her had only intensified his longing to be near (y/n), to feel her presence once again. With a determined resolve, he made a decision. He couldn’t wait any longer; he had to see her.
Quietly slipping out of his room, he made his way down the corridor, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. Every step brought him closer to her, igniting a spark of excitement within him.
As he reached her hotel room door, Grayson hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the handle. Doubts crept into his mind, but he quickly pushed them aside. He couldn’t let fear hold him back, not when his heart was pulling him toward her.
With a steady breath, he gently knocked on the door, his pulse racing in his ears. Moments later, it swung open, revealing her standing there, a look of surprise and delight spreading across her face.
“I thought we were meeting tonight?” she questioned, stepping aside to let him in.
“I couldn’t stay away any longer,” he confessed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
They stood there for a moment, lost in each other’s gaze, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air. Then, without a word, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a tender, passionate kiss.
In that moment, everything else faded away—the distance, the doubts, the world outside. There was only the two of them, reunited at last, their hearts beating as one.
As they kissed, time seemed to stand still, each touch igniting a fire within them that burned brighter with every passing second. It was a moment of pure bliss, a celebration of their love and the undeniable connection that bound them together.
Their kiss deepened, the world around them fading into insignificance as they lost themselves in the moment. Grayson’s hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as he felt her fingers tangling in his hair, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting a passionate fire that burned with an intensity they could hardly contain. Yet, amidst the fervor of their desire, there was a tenderness, a reverence for the love they shared.
Breaking away from the kiss, Grayson rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
“I missed you too,” she murmured, her eyes meeting his with an unspoken understanding.
With a gentle touch, she traced the line of his jaw, her fingertips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. There was a hunger in her gaze, a longing mirrored in his own, yet they both knew the importance of savoring this moment, of cherishing the connection they shared without rushing into the depths of passion.
Their intimacy deepened as they continued to explore each other, their touches conveying more than words ever could. They reveled in the closeness, in the shared vulnerability that bound them together in an unbreakable bond.
As the night deepened, Grayson and (y/n) found themselves enveloped in a serene intimacy, their souls laid bare in the quiet sanctuary of the hotel room. With each tender caress and lingering kiss, they forged a deeper connection, their bond growing stronger with every shared moment.
Wrapped in the warmth of their embrace, they soaked in the sensation of each other’s touch, a symphony of desire and affection echoing between them. Yet, even as their passion simmered beneath the surface, they remained mindful of the delicate balance between longing and restraint.
Their bodies spoke a language of their own, a dance of desire and restraint, as they navigated the uncharted territory of their intimacy. Grayson traced the contours of her body with gentle fingertips, memorizing every curve and contour, while she breathed in the scent of his skin, savoring the familiarity that brought her comfort.
In the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, they found solace in the quiet rhythm of their shared breaths, a melody that spoke volumes without the need for words. Their gazes locked in a silent exchange of longing and devotion, their hearts beating in unison as they surrendered to the timeless beauty of their love.
As the night unfolded its soft cloak around them, Grayson and (y/n) discovered that the true essence of their connection lay not in the physical realm alone, but in the sacred space they created together—a space where they could express their deepest desires, fears, and dreams without judgment or reservation.
In each other’s arms, they found refuge from the chaos of the world outside, a sanctuary where time stood still and their love reigned supreme. And as they drifted into the embrace of slumber, their intertwined fingers served as a silent promise—a promise to cherish every moment, to nurture their bond with unwavering devotion, and to walk hand in hand through the journey of life, forever connected in heart and soul.
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hello could i request from the sfw alphabet letters A, C, K, R & Y with nayuta yatonokami? thank you so much!! 🩷
hi!! enjoy, anon!
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Nayuta Yatonokami x gn!reader
✧sfw alphabet (a, c, k, r, y)
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Affection
-Nayuta enjoys physical affection but not pda. He'd rather keep it minimal in public with just holding your hand or giving you a kiss on your cheek.
-He doesn't mind any sort of physical affection and lets you do as you please. Random hugs, kisses, and cuddles are all welcome as long as you both are in the comfort of your home.
Crush
-Treats you nearly the same as he would if you were his friend. He can be a little bit oblivious to this at first, thinking you've just somehow made your face cuter but it was just him slowly starting to crush on you.
-Little things you do make his cheeks go pink once he has a crush. Like your smile or laugh, maybe even if you touch him suddenly but he won't stutter or get flustered over it unless you were to be really forward with your advances.
Kisses
-Nayuta kisses you gently and with a small smile on his face. You make him into a softie and he can't help but just kiss you sweetly.
-His favorite places to kiss you are your forehead and cheeks. He likes to kiss your cheeks because they're soft. Your forehead is just something that's become a habit for him to kiss before you both go to bed.
Romance
-No.. sadly. He's never been in a romantic relationship let alone had many friends outside of Kanata and Shiki. He is very unsure of how to be romantic.
-He's seen that lovers will buy each other gifts but well.. he doesn't have much money for that so how about he makes something? He might not be crafty but he'll try his best!
Yearn
-Less clingy than his brother but, he still misses you very easily. Nayuta can't help but want to be by your side all the time just to make sure that nothing will go wrong.
-Whenever it's a planned absence, he always has a nagging worry throughout the days you're gone just worrying if you're alright. He doesn't want to bother you a whole lot though so he holds himself back till you're home again.
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cinnbar-bun · 1 year
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Peaceful Rest
Pairing: Marth x Alear/Reader
Rating: G
Words: 1025
Summary: It has been many years since they had fallen asleep. Marth continues to wait for them, hoping to be reunited with them again. He thinks of them and muses on their relationship. The best he can do for them right now is comfort them to the best of his abilities.
Notes: No major spoilers, nothing crazy at all just Marth wanting them to wake up. It's GN, they're not named, and no physical descriptions of their body is written, so feel free to imagine you, Alear, or your OC if you want. Marth for real the true relationship in Engage lmao.
Can be found on my AO3 right here!
Marth doesn’t know how to comfort them as they rest. He thinks of all the things they had gone through and the incredible pain they had suffered. 
Normally, one would complain about being stuck in this situation, but Marth was a gracious man. He did his best to see the good in everyone and everything, regardless of what was going on. 
He knew they would miss many years of their life, and, admittedly, he too lost track of how many years he had been waiting for them to wake up once more. But that was alright. He had grown to care for and enjoy their company from when they were awake. Even now, their bond was still close enough for him to want to make them feel better. 
Here, he was close enough to notice their brows twitching slightly, as well as a small frown on their face. A sign they were troubled in their sleep. While it was unbecoming of someone of his ranking, he cast that notion aside and stretched his hand to lightly caress their head. 
Marth honestly didn’t know if they could even feel him like that, but their face softened considerably. He assumed that even as a spirit, their bond made their connection more physical than what would have previously allowed. 
With all these assumptions and unsure thoughts in his head, he began to speak again to their dreaming form. He called out their name, like one does to a friend. Or, perhaps, something closer? He hadn’t figured that out yet. All he could know was that he yearned for them to wake up and open their eyes. 
“I wonder what you dream about,” he thoughtfully says. “Do you dream of your memories? Do you dream of the future? Why do you look so afraid of what you see?” 
Well, he has an inkling of an idea why that is, but he wants to confirm it only through their words. 
“Am I there, too? I know, it’s selfish of me to ask, but I wonder if you think of me by your side.” 
He sighs and continues to stroke their head. They remain as still as a statue to his questions. 
“It’s a beautiful evening outside. I think you would have loved it. The stars are just coming out and the sky is full of color. It… it reminds me of you.” 
No response. No movement. 
He’s used to it by now. But he won’t give up no matter how long he must wait. 
“Queen Lumera stopped by. She prayed for you to awaken soon and then she introduced the third steward to take care of you. She’s a funny woman but she has an eye for detail. She started arranging flowers for you, saying they’ll ease your worries in your sleep. I think maybe she is right. You look more peaceful than before.” 
He gazes down at their form, that bittersweet emotion rising within him once more. He knows he should let them rest, that he should let them be- but a selfish part of him wants to see them lively again. He would love to train by their side and listen to their voice. 
Gods, how he would give anything to hear them talk again. 
He truly did not understand how he had taken every little thing about them for granted when they were awake. 
Their eyes, their smile, their laugh, the excited lilt in their voice when they saw something sparkly, and the way they would show all their emotions on their face. 
Seeing them so quiet, so unnaturally still, made him realize just how much they had imprinted themself onto his psyche. If there was anyone he wished to defend and fight for again, it would be them. He would single handedly face an army of thousands in order to see their smile one more time. 
He removed his hand from their head and placed it by his own self. He felt so weak in this situation. Here he was, a powerful hero-king who couldn’t even help the one he cared for so dearly. And here he was, a man who had missed the comfort his partner had brought him. 
But he had to steel himself. He couldn’t falter, nor could he give in to despair. He would wait for them as long as he needed to, even if the world would be destroyed by then. He would wait forever and be the first to greet them as a new dawn approached. 
He gently placed his hand over theirs, and recited a quiet prayer that he had heard the other worshippers say when they saw his partner. 
“I hope my words are reaching you. I will always be by your side. I will come running to you the minute you call out my name. Please rely on me again. Because I… I am truly weak without you.” 
A heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders as he continued. 
“I hope your rest is a lovely one. I hope that when you wake up, we can continue to grow even more alongside each other. I hope that I can ease your worries while you are asleep, so you can live the life you truly wanted when you awaken. We made a promise to one another before and I intend to help you achieve all your dreams, if you’ll allow me that chance.” 
He closed his eyes and let out of a quiet breath he didn’t know he was holding. He quietly whispered their name. 
“I will do my best to support you, dear,” he smiled, keeping these intimate feelings brief. There was so much more he wished to say, but he felt it would be wrong to continue when they were unable to respond to him. 
So, just like the many years before, he would wait for them and give them some comfort while they were resting. He would ease their fears and worries, and make way for pleasant dreams for them to think about. He couldn’t wait to hear all about them when they woke up. 
It would be the best day ever, in his eyes.
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Jake got home from a long detachment and you are so eager to reunite intimately too, that you just sink onto him without any foreplay once you are both undressed enough. He is sitting in the armchair in your bedroom and you sit in his lap with your back to his chest. You can't help it, a hiss escapes your lips, his girth being too much after missing him for so long. But before he can stop you, you already try to move up and down, a whine getting stuck in your throat, but forcing itself to be released and heard.
Jake puts his hands on your waist, halting you as you almost hover over him, the two of you barely connecting, before you could hurt yourself by moving down onto him once more. He soothes you with a deep, calming "shhh" before very gently getting you to very slowly sink down onto him. A moan leaves your lips, the movement filling you with pleasure at last. When you are fully seated in his lap, him being within you to the hilt, he holds you there. His arms encircle your waist, forearms overlapping at your lower belly, applying just enough pressure so that it is making your insides flutter and prevents you from rising again. His chest is flush to your back, his chin rests on your shoulder before he lays a kiss on your neck, nose nuzzling your ear lobe.
"Slow down Love, we've got all the time in the world. Gotta take care of you Darlin'," he whispers in your ear, his voice washing over you, making you relax into his embrace, accepting all the love he has to give. You revel in his closeness, feeling relief flood you. He is here. He is with you, around you, deep, deep within you. You don't have to rush. You got Jake back and he's got you.
The rest of the night is spent with sweet love making, Jake proving to you that you can relax, no need to rush.
-💚
AAAAH MY BELOVED ANON! I AM YEARNING, YEARNING!
this bit in particular just got me!
this was all just so precious and gentle and heartwarming and loving and comforting and i just— i am so in love with him, this and you 🥺😭
no because, jake absolutely would do this. of course you’re both desperate to have each other again, long months apart have only fuelled this further, but he’s absolutely right. he’s gotta take care of you and of course he’s going to do that. he does it physically and mentally, with how he gently eases you down onto his cock and how he reassures you that he’s here. you’ve got jake back and he’s got you.
you never ever miss my beloved anon! thank you so much for this! 💌
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Hi! Could you write Larissa x wife reader? They just had a baby and Larissa misses sex so they ask one of the teachers to babysit?
A/N: I hope you’ll like it, I’m not entirely comfortable with writing smut, yet. So, hopefully this one came out enjoyable.
Pairing: Larissa x Reader
Rating: Teen and Up
Words count: 700+
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Ten months had passed since the birth of your first child. The bliss they brought into your life was immeasurable, but with such a great joy came also the enormous fatigue that was being a new parent.
Larissa talked you into going on parental leave while she kept working.
The first couple of months were the hardest. The baby wouldn’t sleep; both you and Larissa would be much more irritable than usual.
You two used to be a power couple and now, after the baby arrived, everything seemed to crumbled.
Yes, you loved each other deeply, but you were both constantly exhausted – both physically and mentally. The baby drained you completely and you knew this was going to happen, you just didn’t expect it was going to take so long for you to adjust to your new life.
Sex was something you both yearned, but since the baby arrived it was almost impossible to have a moment of privacy. The only way to make them fall asleep was to held them in your arms. This meant either you or Larissa had to sleep with them several hours per night.
During the day, you both went into survival mode and sex was not a primal need.
At least not during the first five or six months…
Now, every time you tried to have some privacy with your wife, the baby would start screaming bloody murder. Teething was a real nightmare.
It was the day after Outreach Day, you decided to surprise your wife at work. Of course you had to bring the baby, and of course, before you knew it you were surrounded by a crowd of teachers and student.
They all wanted to say hi to baby Weems, and you remembered why you never brought them to your workplace…
All the stupid little voices, the hands trying to grab them, the unwanted advices, the invasive questions.
Luckily, you had true friends there. Vlad, the fencing coach, faced the excited crowd to get to you.
“All right, all right!” He said. “The show is over. Now let them both breath” he smiled, walking you and the baby towards a more private area of the courtyard.
“Thanks” you said.
“Don’t mention it” he held out his hand to the baby and they blabbed happily. “Are you here to see your wife?” He asked.
You nodded. Something popped up in your mind and you immediately felt guilty about it.
You sighed.
“Would I be a horrible friend if I’d ask you to babysit the baby for a while? I really need some time alone with Larissa…” you tried to explain and Vlad smiled at you.
“Just hand me the little one. Please, take your time… all the time you need” he half laughed, as he reached out and you gave him the baby.
“Okay…” you said, suspiciously. “What’s going on?”
“She needs to get laid” he said. “She’s a nightmare these days. I’m asking you as a Nevermore teacher, please do something about it”.
You laughed lightheartedly, but nodded seriously. “I promise” you joked as you kissed your baby on the forehead, leaving them with your friend.
Once you reached the Principal’s office, your wife was surprised to see you.
She greeted you with a smile and a kiss.
“What are you doing here, love?” Larissa asked, with a smile. “Where’s the baby?!”
“Don’t worry. Vlad volunteered as a babysitter. I’m here on a mission for the school” you replied, locking the door behind your back.
“On a mission for the school?” She sounded confused but her smile didn’t falter and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
You closed the distance between you two once again and kissed her with love and passion. She was taken by surprise, but immediately accepted the kiss with a soft moan and walked back as you pushed her forward until her legs hit the top of her desk.
You grinned in the kiss, deepening the kiss, savouring her lips and sighing in satisfaction.
Her red lipstick was all over your mouth but you couldn’t care less.
“Oh— how I’ve missed you, my love…” she breathed against your mouth; her eyes were closed, her fingers were deep into your hair, keeping you close.
She sat on the desk and parted her legs, welcoming you between her knees.
“I’ve missed you too” you managed to reply, breathless, between her kisses.
And if Larissa was more relaxed after two hours of screwing each other’s brains out behind the locked doors of her office, it was all to the good.
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"Hope for the future" - Druig x Eternal!Reader
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SUMMARY: When you decide to visit Druig in his little village after nearly 500 years, he asks you to stay with him. But there's something else on his mind, too...
A/N: inspired by 'Hope for the future' - Bastille. That shit always gets a tear out of me.
WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k
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Five hundred years was, actually, quite a lot of time. Even for someone who was immortal. So much could happen! Entire generations die never knowing peace, while others are completely oblivious to the idea of war. It was enough time to change someone into a person you no longer recognize and that was possibly the scariest thought you had: after 500 years, is Druig the same man he was the last time you saw him?
To be honest, you were never planning on visiting him in his village. When he marched out of Tenochtitlan, it seemed pretty obvious that he wished to be left alone but everyone has to indulge in egoism once in a while, right? You had been bravely bearing the yearning you had for Druig but there came a moment when you started to feel physically sick because of it. So, truthfully, your visit was entirely a self-indulging endeavour: see him, quench your hopeless yearning and hopefully put up with your heartache for another five centuries. It was a little pathetic but still better than never getting to see him again.
In a way, Druig looked like a king in a castle. Although, "shepherd among his sheep" would be more accurate. He had created this undiscovered haven in an uncharted land and now he was just strolling through, beaming with pride and might. It was a beautiful paradox - the more he gave of himself to others, the more he became himself.
"My beautiful lady," he called out. There was that cocky smile he so often wore - something you found both endearing and annoying. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, you know, was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd pop in, say hi."
"And here I was beginning to think you have forgotten about me."
"I don't think I can."
Without waiting any longer, you engulfed him in a longing hug. His embrace was pleasantly tight as if he, too, missed having you around. Taking a deep breath, you noticed he now smelt of rain and ground cover. His skin was warmer than you remembered but it wasn't something bad; it reminded you of safety and comfort.
"It's good to see you, Druig," you quietly said.
"Of course it is," he answered. Then, to your utmost displeasure, Druig pulled away from the longing embrace. Jungle heat felt sadly cold for a moment. "Come, I'll show you around."
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Druig lost sight of you when a group of teenage girls swarmed around you in curiosity. While fighting over who gets you to give you a quetchquemitl as a welcoming gift, the giggling mob pulled you away. No matter how much he wished to follow you, he knew better - there were still things he had to see through.
Noon was already approaching when Druig found you again, this time without the nosy kids. You were sitting on the porch stairs, next to a little girl, attempting weaving. It was hard to believe you hadn't been here even for a full day.
He just stood there, admiring how you blended right in like here was where you were always meant to be. Although Druig's judgement could hardly be trusted - he was terribly biased. Little Catalina was teaching you basket weaving and from what he could tell, you were doing quite well. The crafty tutoring was accompanied by Catalina's grandparents: Santiago and Blandine, who were sharing the most notable events from the village's life. Anytime Druig saw the elderly couple, a pang of jealousy struck his heart. How beautiful would it be to grow old with someone, even figuratively? To have someone who cared and understood despite everything? And how wonderful would it be to love someone so much?
Then Santiago must have said something funny because you suddenly erupted in laughter. Druig was certain he could never grow tired of that sight. The world seemed a little brighter, a little warmer, throughout the minute when you were laughing. But then sorrow and heartache took him over once again: soon enough, you were going to leave to go back to your own life. He had grown familiar with the lovesick loneliness that seemed to always follow him around. Only for that one morning, when he was watching you weave a basket, did that sorrow leave him for a moment. But then, when it came back to weigh on his shoulders, did Druig realize its heaviness. How did he even manage to breathe for the past 500 years?
He knew that if he was not going to do something about his heavy heart now, he might never have a second chance. Spend another five centuries without you? It was a thought too cruel to even entertain.
"Mind if I steal the lady?" he asked little Catalina.
With a bright smile that lacked a few front teeth, she shook her head and continued weaving. Blandine's old hand pulled the stray strands of the girl's hair behind her ears. Her little fingers weaved with impressive speed and precision.
"Don't finish without me!" you jokingly warned the girl before turning to Druig. He seemed... worried. "What's going on, Druig?"
"I need to talk with you."
Gently pulling your arm, Druig began walking towards the privacy of a jungle backcountry. Passing by various locals, they would only glance at the two of you and go back to whatever they were doing. It seemed as if you were the only one concerned with Druig's nervousness or worry.
He let go of your arm only when the thick rainforest swallowed any signs of human life. But why would he bring you in the middle of nowhere? However you thought about it, none of the answers was good: thick shrubbery was audience only to passionate violence and confessions of unhappy love.
"Something's happened?"
You couldn't help but worry about him. He was someone who could keep a secret but was never secretive per se.
"I've been meaning to ask you something," he confessed with a serious tone. Despite the weight of his statement, Druig's face remained unreadable.
"I'm all ears, whatever you need."
Looking for any microexpression, you closely watched his face but it stayed as expressionless as ever.
To your surprise, Druig placed his hands on the sides of your face and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you stood in pleasant, intimate silence for a moment. He let out a heavy, although shaky, breath before he whispered:
"You're the only thing I could think about for the past five centuries. I wrote your name down on the hillside in my mind." He made a pause to take another, shaky breath. "Stay here with me, please."
At first, you were questioning your sanity. Maybe five hundred years of pining after a man had left its mark on you. But it couldn't be that... If there was anything you could be sure of, it was his warm presence: his hands warming your cheeks and his hot breath brushing against your face. Has he really waited all of five hundred years to make that confession? Could all of your heartbreak have been prevented had he said those words a few centuries earlier?
"Why are asking me now?" you asked quietly. You could feel your throat clenching but it wasn't tears of sadness that threatened to run down your cheeks. "Why haven't you before?"
Druig's thoughts wandered back to Santiago and Blandine. Every day they sat on the porch, holding hands and looking after children whose parents were working. On the days when he couldn't get your name off his lips, Druig wondered if he could ever have something like that: you and him, holding hands and watching children grow up - your children.
"Hope for the future got me on my knees."
Then you felt his lips move against yours. There was a certain desperation in his affection as if he expected the world to end in the next few minutes. Without needless reasoning, you kissed him back. Your hands clenched the material of his sleeveless shirt making sure he won't pull away any time soon.
There was no course of history in which you could reject his offer.
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thelampisaflashlight · 6 months
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Shutterbug
[That photographer Dew AU I mentioned from last night. The origins of Dew's hobby and his first encounter with something... strange. Dew joins Ghost on tour as a guitar tech only to uncover the band's gimmick is more than meets the eye. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.
He supposes it started when he was young, maybe eight or so; Dew's father had purchased a new camera and had, on a whim, gifted his old one to his son, assuming the boy would fiddle with it for a time and then do as he often did with old, broken things and take it apart to better understand how it worked.
Instead, something had awoken in him the moment he held that old camera in his hands.
The weight of it slung around his neck had felt comforting, familiar, like it was always meant to be there, and something about viewing the world through its lens had lit a fire in his chest.
Dew had been small for his age, and failed attempts at enrolling him in various sports activities had proven... emotionally scarring if not also physically.
So a hobby that got him to go outside didn't seem all that bad, especially not to his parents, who had made it no secret that their marriage was falling apart, and that, perhaps, having something to do away from home while they sorted out the details of their impending divorce would be a good idea.
And, indeed, photography had been an excellent escape for Dew.
But over time Dew's outdoor adventures, taking pictures of wild growing daisies and frogs by the creek in the woods behind his house, would be replaced with other interests and hobbies that kept him locked up in his bedroom for hours on end.
Music may not have been his first love, but it was his greatest, and his desire to engage with it on all levels had thoroughly trumped his desire to trek through fields of tall grass in the early morning to capture pictures of the sunset in the park across from the small apartment his father had moved into when his parents finally did separate.
His camera would make its home in a shoebox in his childhood bedroom at his mother's house, buried under a haphazardly sewn quilt made of old band t-shirts and a box of action figures and other bits and bobs he'd cast aside as he grew up.
So why, after so long, was he yearning to hold that dusty old thing again?
Well, like so many others, Dew had fell into the trap known as nostalgia as he was cleaning his room.
He'd come to visit his mother for a short period of time, preparing to go on the road with a touring band as a guitar tech, and something had drawn him upstairs to his old bedroom despite having made his bed on the couch in the living room.
The upstairs of the house had been largely untouched for years now, his mother having moved into the room that had once been his parents' home office after a bad fall had left her with a prominent limp that made walking, let alone climbing the stairs, quite taxing.
Normally, he wouldn't bother going up there at all during his visits, wanting to stay on the same floor as his mother just in case she needed his help grabbing something, or if she called out to him because she was cold and needed another blanket, or simply wanted to be parked by the window to watch the birds... but it was late, and the older woman had long since gone to bed.
There had been an itch.
A desire to immerse himself in his past, if only for a moment, to pick through bits and pieces of his childhood so he might feel at least a little homesick while on the road.
To feel like he had something to miss while he was away, and not the other way around, as he had come to see hotel rooms and crowded tour buses and vans more like home than his real one.
Stepping into his bedroom after all those years had felt like opening a tomb, and he had treated it as such up until he realized, as if having completely forgotten, that it was his bedroom and he needn't be so cautious or respectful with the things left inside of it.
He'd flopped down on his old bed and found the sheets smelling a little dusty, but otherwise clean, and stared up at his ceiling, at the glow in the dark stars littered across his ceiling, at the stickers plastered over the blades of his ceiling fan...
Closing his eyes, he breathed in the room.
And with that, he'd sat up and gotten to exploring.
His closet was the last place he looked through, for no reason in particular other than that it was easier to explore everything that was left out in the open first before opening the door, but the moment he did, he felt that itch again.
Stronger now, urging him to reach for the pile on the top shelf -ignoring the large, padlocked chest on he floor, which he knew was full of "contraband" he preferred not to unpack at the moment- and reach he did...
"Aw, shit-"
...spilling everything onto the floor with a loud thud that he prayed his mother couldn't hear from the other side of the house.
And there, mixed in with his ninja turtles and matchbox cars, on sat on top of the pile unscathed, was his camera.
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"God, my fuckin' dick is going to freeze off if we have to stand around waiting for the bus another goddamn minute..." Alpha bitches, gritting his teeth and hissing as another cold breeze weaves through the gathered band members and crew.
He's been complaining ever since the got off the plane, and while Dew understands his displeasure, he's trying to make the most of his time, occupying himself by fidgeting with his camera, making sure nothing had broken during travel.
"Say 'cheese', bitch." He says, aiming the camera off to the side and clicking the shutter button, earning a startled yelp from the lead guitarist as the flash goes off.
"If my hands weren't so cold, I would strangle you." the other man threatens, prompting Dew to stick out his tongue, "You little brat-"
"Al, lighten up a little, if you're so cold, come stand next to me," Omega huffs shaking his head at the others' antics, opening his coat slightly so Alpha can shuffle inside, "and, Dew, don't rile him up, it's too early."
"Sorry, Meg." Dew apologizes, then, in a moment of either bravery or stupidity, raises his camera again and snaps a picture of the two men huddling together.
"Dew-"
"It's for my scrapbook!"
Omega sighs, and rests his chin on top of Alpha's head, swaying them both back and forth to soothe the seething guitarist in his grasp, "I'm starting to wonder what sort of scrapbook you're making, considering the pictures you've taken so far..."
Dew gives a devilish grin, recalling some of the more scandalous photos he'd taken during the tour thus far, photos he couldn't wait to have developed in the dark room he'd thrown together in the second bathroom of his apartment...
The one that comes to mind first is one he's particularly proud of, considering grabbing the camera had been an after thought, but the image of Omega getting absolutely dominated by Mist had been too delicious to pass up, even if he had had to crawl to retrieve it because of how jello-like his legs had become thanks to the man currently having to be rocked like a cranky infant.
"Those images are strictly for the spank bank." he says, turning his camera towards Mist, who shoots him a smile, posing a bit, "My scrapbook's for... I dunno, I haven't really settled on a theme yet, but so far it's mostly pictures of truck stops and food."
"I was wondering why you were taking glamour shots of your microwave breakfast sandwich..." Omega hums, "How can you tell how the pictures are going to come out?"
"Just have to wait and see." Dew shrugs, "I can check the ones on my other camera since it's digital, but half the fun of using film is waiting for the results."
"Ever capture any ghost pics?" Mist asks, rolling her eyes when Dew gestures broadly at them all, "Not us, you nerd, I mean, like, paranormal activity style shit."
Dew thinks for a moment, "Hn... Uh, well, this one time I was taking pictures in the park and saw- Oh! Hey, the buses are here!"
"Thank fuck-"
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Dew has been hunkered down in his bunk for the last half an hour or so, idly scrolling through albums on his digital camera in order to find some "paranormal activity style shit" for Mist to look through the next time they have a chance to sit down and shoot the shit again, but nothing has really jumped out at him as being even remotely spooky so far.
He'd gone back to the very first photos he had taken on his camera when it was brand new, cringing at accidental selfies from when he was trying to figure out how to navigate the menu, and one intentional dick pic to try and see the birthmark on his inner thigh for fear that it might of gotten bigger.
The spoiler alert on that one was that it hadn't, he'd just never seen the full thing before because of the angle, and the only reason he'd become aware of how large it actually was was because one of his previous partners had spread him out in front of a mirror and he had panicked at the sight of it.
With a sigh, he switches to his most recent album, filled with pictures from the tour so far, expecting to find nothing of note, before letting out a startled gasp at the sight of something grotesque staring back at him through the screen.
"What the fuck..."
It's a picture of him standing next to Alpha, except something is very wrong with his face, and he doesn't mean that in a rude way, it's just...
Alpha's face is... floating?
It looks faded out, blurry almost, but it seems like it's sitting lower than it should be.
Dew zooms in and tries to figure out what could have caused such an odd distortion.
Maybe Alpha had moved or bobbed his head?
But surely Dew would have noticed something like that sooner, right?
He taps the picture and moves it into another folder he labels, "For Mist" deeming it weird enough to show his friend later on, and returns to scrolling, only to pause again when he finds a group photo of the band huddled together under the awning of a restaurant.
All of their faces, even some parts of their bodies, are distorted and off the way they were in his picture with Alpha.
He frowns, disappointed, "Man, I really liked that one..."
As Dew flips through the rest of his pictures, the only ones that seem messed up are the ones with the ghouls in them, all of his other photos are crystal clear, even the ones he took of Terzo are still intact.
"Huh..." Dew drags the images into the new folder and decides to take a couple test shots of his face and the inside of his bunk to test and see if there's any kind of distortion going on, but all of them come out fine.
Deciding it must have been a glitch or the result of his own shaky hand movements, Dew snaps one more picture of himself and tucks the camera back into his bag.
"Weird." Dew yawns, "I'll figure out what's wrong with it tomorrow."
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lhskokoro · 2 years
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YJW ☆ DREAM OF YOU ALIVE
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jungwon x reader. established relationship au; fluff. wc: 732. listen: first love — sondia ☆
a/n: this is the result of seeing yjw edits daily what if i change my bias at this point /hj
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they say that dreams are a product of a person’s innermost wishes. that it is the image of something that the heart unconsciously yearns for.
maybe that was why loving jungwon felt like a dream. an endless dream.
one where the kisses he litters on your face burns where his lips meet your skin. one where his fingers occasionally dance in your arms, tracing lines upon lines as if drawing an artwork and you were his canvas. and one where he refuses to hold your hand and clasps onto your wrist instead in order to memorize each beat of your pulse.
even though the concept of forever never existed to begin with, every second, every hour, and every moment in time with him made you believe in an eternity.
in the mornings when the sun shines ever so brightly and seeps through the white lace curtains, jungwon would always make sure to pull your face into the crook of his neck to keep you hidden so the rays wouldn't hit harshly against your eyes. 
you told him you two should buy a new set of curtains that would block out the lights during the day. but now it has been a few years and the white curtains remain the same, and jungwon preferred it that way since it gives him an excuse to hug you in your sleep.
in the evenings when you two would go out for a date, a walk in the park was your favorite thing to do with jungwon. slow and casual footsteps, his hands that interlock with yours and swing in every step, and the small, lighthearted talks you’d share that elicit a laugh every now and then—it’s intimate in a sense that somehow wraps you underneath a blanket of comfort and solace.
and the second jungwon spots a stray cat, his eyes would light up like fireworks as he would rush towards it in a heartbeat. he would pat its head with all the tenderness and affection beneath the tips of his fingers—the same way he does with you.
although at times, jungwon comes home with a scratch on his arm. you would always tell him off about having to be careful, but in the end, you would always tend to his wounds.
unbeknownst to you, his eyes would simply trail on every detail of your form, and perhaps he wouldn't mind getting another scratch or two if he gets to watch you like this all over again.
it’s in every action jungwon does that makes you believe that love is the most beautiful feeling in the world, and you would not have it in any other way.
“love, are you okay?”
the question brought you out of your daze and your eyes blinked profusely as it made out the image of the person in front of you.
a blink, then another. it felt unreal when the world seemed hazy and the light from the tv illuminated him with a certain glow.
but as he stared at you like this, gentle and loving, in a distance so close that it made him feel alive, the slight trembling of your heart washed away in an instant.
“if you would give me a hug then i would.”
a smile tugged on the corner of his lips at your request, and when he stretched out his arms, you didn't miss a second to move forward and wrap your arms quickly around him, losing yourself in the comfort of his sweater.
the way you hugged him was tight—tight as if you were afraid he would disappear once you let go. tight to the point there wouldn't be air left in jungwon’s lungs and he would forget how to breathe.
but he didn't mind, pulling you even closer to his embrace if it was physically even possible.
and just from there, from his hands holding on securely to your sides and to his chin that rests on top of your head, never had you once thought that one quiet hug could express a thousand resounding emotions.
you suppose loving jungwon never felt like a dream to begin with. instead, it’s real, it exists, and it’s something that lasts.
and jungwon agrees, undeniably so, because even with the countless dreams he had of you that he fondly chose to keep, loving you has never failed to make him feel so, so alive.
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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year
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Ok, I love Maedhros very much, so much that my keyboard memorized his name, so I would like to request a fluff with him. Idk if you write for POC, but something where they've helped each other with their own insecurities. Maybe, reader has helped Mae with his physical and mental wounds and he has helped her with her skincolor or hair texture insecurity. Something, where they have gone from friends to lovers. I dont know if that would be reasonable. The final decision I leave in your hands and just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. 😍😍 Thank you for writing and sharing your talent with the world.
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☾ ⋆゚ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I do write for poc! I like to make my readers feel included and represented. You deserve good rep with your favs in fanfiction!! Also sorry not sorry I threw in my 'Mae lost an eye in Thangorodrim' headcanon into this bc I like to make him suffer. Constructive criticism on writing poc readers always welcomed! Was def feeling the whole nature-based romanticism here oops. And thank you for the compliment!!
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Maedhros
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, injury detail
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。・:*˚:✧。maedhros
♡ in Valinor, Maedhros had quickly become smitten with you upon meeting. You were the most beautiful elleth he had ever laid eyes on and perhaps that intimidated him because he never asked to be more than friends. He yearned for more, yes, but he simply couldn't bear the thought of your rejection and so he remained content enough to have you as his dearest friend and nothing more. The two of you spent decades together in such dear friendship, listening to each other's learnings, musings, insecurities. Maedhros feared he would never amount to what his father had while you felt overly self-conscious of how you looked. Oh, how he had wished to apply kisses alongside his soothing words. You were the fairest of all Eru's creations in his eyes - even beneath the light of the two trees, Yavanna's creations held not a flame to the radiance of your beauty.
♡ during his imprisonment in Thangorodrim, he couldn't have regretted this decision more as he spent those long years sure that he would never set his eyes upon your beauty again. If only he had known you felt exactly as he did, perhaps you would have even been enough to keep him in the West? Would he have taken the oath if he had already been content with you as his wife to be by his side always? Such thoughts plagued him for decades as he remained chained.
♡ eventually, he was freed by his cousin and brought back amongst his kin where he was shocked to discover that you had come to the East and you wished to see him. He had wept upon his cousin's shoulder at the thought of you seeing him like this: covered in scars, frail, missing a hand, bearing an irreparable eye. He felt hideous, unsightly, a creature never to be seen by the ethereal likes of yourself. But you had joined the last of the groups to cross the Helcaraxë when you heard of the fëanorians' oath and the kinslayings. You had wanted to bring him home and you had remained in Middle Earth, assisting Fingon in his quest to free Maedhros from the Dark Lord's tormenting prison. How could you ever love him as he was now? Broken, hideous, blood upon his hands.
♡ it had hurt to have Fingon relay to you that your friend did not wish to see you but the dark-haired ellon had implored you to stay, to not give up and simply give Maedhros some time to recover before he would be ready to see you. And wait you did.
♡ when Maedhros finally permitted you to see him, all his injuries had healed and scars reflected the memory of where they had once been. He had an eye patch across his left eye, scars covered his body like rivers covered the land and he was much thinner and paler than when you had last seen him. He no longer shone with health and happiness as he once had when you last knew him.
♡ he found it near impossible to meet your eyes as you sat down on the other chair at the little table where he had set out some tea for the both of you in an act of hospitality, knowing it can't have been easy to know he had refused your company for so many months. He was just relieved that you hadn't seen him as skin stretched over malnourished bones, as the bruised and mangled mess he had been when Fingon carried him back here.
"I'm sorry I... I thought I could do this but I can't..." His voice was shaky, scratchy, as though he were afraid it would waver or break should he speak any louder. He wanted you to leave.
"Maitimo..." You reached out to him and placed your hand upon his wrist as there was no longer a hand there for you to hold, "I just want to be here for you... I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say, just like we used to, hm?" He swallowed hard and wished to look into your dark and beautiful eyes that reflected light like stars against the night sky. He didn't have the courage nor the self-esteem to do so, finding it much easier to share his troubles with you if he looked away.
"How can you still want to be around me? How could you leave your home to chase after me, knowing what I had already done by then?"
"Because you mean the world to me." You had replied so quickly he knew it had to be an untainted truth, "Because I wanted to know what had happened and when I arrived here and heard what had become of you I..." He listened as you sniffled slightly, the memory of being told what had happened to your dearest friend still feeling so raw and fresh, "I cannot say I support everything you have done since leaving the West, Maitimo-" You always used his mother-name and it brought tears to his eye to recall how well you got on with his mother, how she adored you. You would have been perfect together, surely? How did he let his life take this turn? "-but you don't deserve to be alone."
"How can you bear to be in my company when I look as I do?" He swallowed down the growing burn at the back of his throat at laying his insecurity so bare to you. But he had always done so with you anyway. Perhaps you and Fingon, maybe Maglor, would be the only ones to ever hear such vulnerabilities fall from his scar-dissected lips.
"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that. Don't you dare." Your voice had dropped to an urgent whisper and it was enough to make him finally meet your gaze. It was enough to make those tears run down from his eye and across his cheek. "You're beautiful Maitimo-"
"Don't lie to me to make me feel better." He cut you off but you persisted.
"If you think that the way you look now could ever change how much I love you, you're sorely mistaken. I, who often stayed awake wondering how someone so beautiful could possibly compare me to the two trees, to put me above them? I don't think you understand how much of my insecurity you healed and I'll be damned before I let you wallow in self-hatred like this." You took out a little battered notebook from your pocket and pushed it towards him. He reached forwards to thumb the pages open and found the pages covered in ink recounting compliments he had given you, words designed to combat your insecurity that he could never comprehend as you were so fair in his eyes.
You had worried that your hair did not flow like sheets of silk as other elleths' did, feeling singled out by your hair's volume and texture. He had likened you to the blossoming bows of trees in spring, so much lovelier, fuller in his eyes. There was even a pressed flower, one of many he had slotted into your hair to prove his point as blossoms and petals had fallen around you.
Your skin didn't resemble the porcelain or ivory of the other elleths around you. Once, by the coast, he had pointed out the similarity between your own skin and the rocks beneath the glittering light of the trees; dark and shimmering and seemingly transformed to the most precious jewels beneath the golden light.
Your eyes weren't the bright blues or pale greys of other elleths. He had likened them to the night sky and Varda's stars or Telperion's light dancing upon Ulmo's waters in the night, to jewels unknown to the eldar.
"And I'll return the favour." You spoke with conviction, moving your chair close to his once you observed that he had finished reading. "Your hair shines like copper in firelight." He tried to shy away from your touch when you brushed a stray lock behind his ear, cupping his scarred cheek and yet his resistance melted in your presence and instead he melted into your touch, leaning into the warmth of your palm. "So coveted and rare back home... a bit like mine in that sense." You offered him a sweet smile.
"Your scars tell your story. You were strong, stronger than even the Dark Lord and his servants who would have seen you broken. You survived, you escaped and you're here with us now. I had never seen such scars upon bodies until I arrived here but... dare I say there's a rugged attractiveness to them? And that they look especially good on you compared to any other I've seen?"
"You can't mean that..." He turned his face towards your palm, lips brushing against his skin and he yearned to be worthy enough to kiss your fingers.
"I would never lie to you, Maitimo." You spoke to erase his doubt and put forward your genuineness, "Likewise for your hand and eye... They hurt you so terribly and yet you survived. Your hand... It's not my place to tell you what you have or haven't lost, I know, but in my want to show you my optimism, might I suggest that this scar right here-" Your other hand brushed against the nub that ended at his wrist, "-was one given to you out of love? Not out of malice like all the others. This one was not to torment you but to free you. It was a sacrifice, yes, but it is a scar given to you out of love, no?" You weren't entirely wrong about that. To begin with, Maitimo wondered if it would have been better or worse to remain a prisoner or to have lost his hand but Fingon had been ever-present through his recovery and he couldn't hold it against his dear cousin now that he was free and learning how to use a sword with his other hand. He was quickly growing used to this new reality. "Can I... can I see your eye?" You asked carefully, earning a sharp shake of his head.
"No..." The word barely a whisper, "Not you... anyone but you..." The words stung slightly as you immediately took them the wrong way before reminding yourself that this was his insecurity speaking. You had once understood that well enough.
"Please?" Your fingers brushed over the eye patch and he met your dark eyes for a brief moment before nodding his head minutely. You carefully removed it to find that a great scar ran over it and the pale grey of his iris had turned milky white, his pupil completely sliced through. He could no longer see with it and yet tears could well in it all the same. Carefully, as though approaching a deer you could so easily spook, you leaned up out of your seat and let him feel your breath fan softly against his face before you pressed your lips to his scarred eyelid, cupping his face tenderly in his hands as you did so. "I love you, Maitimo, and nothing will ever change that. I love you as you are now, despite what you've done and even with the way you look, not despite it because you will always be beautiful in my eyes."
"I just don't understand how you can..." He gritted his teeth to hold back a sob as he looked down at his hand and wrist in his lap, a reminder of how beaten his body was and always would be now.
"Then let me show you, let me tell you every day because I don't just love you, I'm in love with you. I have been for decades." That was enough to finally catch his attention and you never imagined that Maedhros the tall could ever look so vulnerable as he looked up at you with misty eyes and a quivering bottom lip.
"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked aloud, whether to you or himself, you didn't know but he soon wrapped his arms around you and buried his face against the softness of your chest, finding an unspeakable comfort in your embrace as you wrapped an arm around him in turn and caressed his hair with your other hand. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I've loved you too." He whispered urgently and you could feel the dampness of his tears as you hushed him until they dried and the two of you were sitting closely to each other on the window seat, catching up and gossiping idly about his brothers like you had done all the time back home.
He closed his eyes and imagined that nothing had changed except for the fact that you were his and he was yours.
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starstruckserenity · 8 months
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hello! i wanted to request kokichi with a reader that can’t express their emotions really well, and if they’re upset they don’t show it and just express it by fidgeting? like just plays with their hand a lot once they’re starting to get upset. ^_^
tysm!! and i luv your works 💓
hello!!! i am back, everybody!! once again, i apologize for the long inactivity! i was on a road trip for a good few weeks, and thus i was not physically able to write for a good chunk of time. so i am sorry if this is sloppily written, i simply just wanted to get something out there for you all to enjoy!! slowly but surely, i am hoping to write more polished fics in the near future! thank you for the request and the kind words!! 💓
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kokichi was aware of your social situation.
it was kind of hard to miss with the way you stood to the side at any sort of gathering, the way your lips were curtly sealed more often than not, and more obviously, the way you fumbled with your hands whenever you were faced with a task that was out of your comfort zone.
he found it a bit odd, being the complete opposite of you. he was loud, obnoxious, outgoing, and the wasn't afraid to put himself out there (so it seemed). because of this, he personally challenged himself to befriend you and get you to open up to him.
and he was 100% set on doing so. he swore to himself he wouldn't sleep until he made himself known to you.
and with that, the wild-headed purple haired boy you paid no mind to forced his way into your life, bombarding his way into your so-called personal bubble
at first glance, you found him extremely weird, and you barely managed to stutter out a response when he suddenly jumped in front of you, swarming you with words and gestures you could barely make out with how fast his lips were moving. you blinked and attempted to speak back to him, as he smiled.
you mustered enough courage to give him a crooked smile in return as you played with your forefingers.
you spent the day getting to know each other more, and kokichi tried to tone his excitement down... he feared he would scare you away too soon
in all honesty, he found you *very* attractive. your mysterious aura gave him new things to discover. he yearned to learn more about you.
and, to kokichi's happiness, you found yourself trusting him more after each passing day.
whenever you were with him, you could speak your mind with almost zero effort, and you were too immersed in the conversations you held with kokichi to even think about being nervous. you felt free, a feeling you had not felt in ages... as did he.
when he was with you, he could just be himself. he didn't have to lie, and he definitely wasn't bothered by your presence like he was with anyone else. he wanted to be nice to you, which was practically unheard of on kokichi's standards. he wanted to protect you.
so, whenever your feelings were at stake, or when someone tested the waters of insulting or overwhelming you, kokichi would be right by your side, ready to pull you into another room to calm you both down. (but not before spitting some inappropriate remarks to whoever started the scene)
and when your body began to shake, or when your quivering fingers picked at your already bloody cuticles, he would hold your knuckles to his lips, whispering comforting affirmations against them.
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randoimago · 10 months
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Hello! Can I request letters (Alphabet Headcanons) H, R, X, Y for Dojima, Iwai, Maruki? Thanks!
Alphabet Headcanons
Fandom: Persona 4 // Persona 5
Character(s): Ryotaro Dojima, Munehisa Iwai, Takuto Maruki
Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons
Note(s): You got it!
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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Dojima
Not that much of a hugger. He's pretty protective of his family and those close to him, so I can see him pulling his S/O into a hug now and then but that's about it.
His hugs are gentle but firm. He doesn't want to end up hurting you with his hugs, but you can feel the strength behind them because he wants you to know he'll protect you.
Iwai
Iwai is definitely not one for physical affection. He prefers using words and actions over touching. He doesn't hate being given hugs, but it's not his thing. If he sees that his S/O could really use the comfort, then sure he'll give a hug but that's about it.
Also has some strength to his hugs, but usually pulls his S/O in with one arm and pressing them to his chest. It's honestly a rather nice hug, too bad he doesn't do it often.
Maruki
Oh Maruki loves hugs! They're such a great way to bring someone's mood up and sometimes, all people need is a hug. So he's happy to hug and cuddle with you every day, if you like.
He is so gentle when giving a hug and he always mixes it with sweet compliments too and words of how much he loves you. Maruki just wants to give you all the loving you could need.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Dojima
It would've been before he realized he was falling in love again. He took you to his house so you could relax a bit after work with him. Nanako was there and he just watched as you and Nanako got along so easily. That was probably the start of him realizing "Oh, I love them."
Iwai
While it didn't start off great, a favorite moment is when you came to his shop to talk to him. One of the assholes from the yakuza tried talking to him and he quickly dismissed them because you were there. You recognized Iwai's annoyance and the tension he felt and were quick to give him a smile and offer support. That definitely is one of his favorite moments.
Maruki
His favorite moment would be when he tells you the truth of his fiance and what he's gone through. It was hard to talk about, but he knew that if he wanted this relationship with you that he'll have to rely on someone for once. And he ended up feeling so happier and so much better after getting all those built up emotions out.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Dojima
If he had the time, he would like to be able to cook a meal for you and Nanako. Dojima enjoys the idea of doing something domestic like cooking for his family and would happily do it. He's not the best cook, but he can make something tasty.
Iwai
Keeps a locket that has Kaoru's picture on one side and his S/O's picture on the other. It's hidden so others can't easily see it and so the chain doesn't catch on anything and break. But he keeps his two most important people there. (His wallet has photos of you, Kaoru, and Akira stashed behind his ID).
Maruki
Maruki has tried to have a couple plants growing around his house at times. He asked Haru for advice so they can grow and be pretty. While he does have some allergies, he likes the idea that flowers he grows can be given to you rather than buying expensive bouquets all the time.
Also, his students might enjoy seeing plants in his office as it'd feel more homey.
Y - Yearning (how do they cope when they are missing you? are they alright with being without you for an extended period of time or would they prefer to be with you every day of their life without exception?)
Dojima
He tries to be more there for Nanako when you have to be gone for a bit. His own job keeps him away from home and you quite often so when you're the one that has to leave for an extended period of time, he tries to be better with being around others. It also gives him a bit of a taste of his own medicine as he does miss you and wish you were with him.
Dojima does miss you quite a bit and he makes sure to call you and talk to you about how things are going. While he would prefer to have you with him every day, he knows that he can't force you to do that and so for now, he'll just plan a nice family date for when you get back and ask you to stay safe.
Iwai
Iwai definitely understands having to be gone for a while due to business or other reasons. This is one of the few times where he'll hold you close and give you a long kiss before you go. Honestly he's able to keep his mind off of you being gone with work and having Akira help out more in the shop. But he does have some tells that he does miss you.
He's alright while you're gone, but it does feel like there's something missing in his day to day life due to your abscence. Iwai doesn't want to bug you when you get back though. You're your own person and he's not going to tell you not to do that again. He just hopes you don't end up leaving for that long anytime soon.
Maruki
He just focuses on his job when he misses you. He can't be down in the dumps when he needs to help these high school kids deal with way too much trauma than they deserve at their age.
Maruki would prefer to have you with him every day of his life. He just loves you so much and feels incomplete without you. Even if you're gone on a business meeting or something, he still misses you despite keeping a smile on his face.
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