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htchnr · 5 months

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♰ little things ༻ C. HOWARD.*ೃ˚ drabble.

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PAIRING ➻ prewar wife!reader x cooper.

SUMMARY ➻ a self indulgent birthday fic as it's my birthday today! 😊🎉 + combining it a little with a request i got by the lovely @https-junebug asking if i could write a piece with prewar Coop and what it'd be like to be his wife! WC ➻ 500~.

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ i am fleshing out a longer fic for the request so if this wasn't your cup of tea @https-junebug , the proper fic will be out soon ☺️💕 (cause omfg, prewar Coop spoiling the ever living HECK out of his very beloved wife??? sign me up RN.)

the sun snuck through the curtains in your bedroom, gently shining in your face. you huffed tiredly as you woke to the feeling of someone pressing firm kisses across your skin. against your bare shoulders, against your collarbones, trailing up your throat before pressing sugary sweet kisses to both your cheeks.

you tiredly giggle, a smile stretching across your lips as you crack your eyes open to find Cooper hovering above you. "good morning doll," he smiles, leaning down to press a slow and gentle kiss against your lips.

you smile and hum into the kiss, "mm, g'morning honey," your arms tiredly looping around his shoulders as you fully pull him down against you. you revel in the warmth of his right hand that's resting on your naked hip. a content hum leaving your lips as you melt against his.

he pulls away after a minute, eyes almost twinkling — you knew he was up to something. he sits up, pulling you into his lap as he does so. "the world wouldn't be this bright without you, you know?" he nudges your nose with his.

you drape your arms behind his neck, nuzzling your nose against his. "Coop..." you trail of tiredly, a yawn slipping out before you could ask what he's up to.

he grins — he knows you know he's got something. he briefly takes one hand off your hip, leaning back a little to grab something behind him. when he moves back, he's setting a tray beside the two of you — and it takes you a second, but you spot all your favourite breakfast foods on the tray.

you look back at him, brows furrowed as you don't know what to say. "you didn't have to do anything Cooper.." you trail off, dropping your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

Cooper just grins — shaking his head as he wraps both arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "i'd do anything for my lovely and caring wife, you know that darlin'." you could even hear the smile in his voice.

you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his waist. "but you still didn't have to do anything.." you mumble against the crook of his neck.

he place a kiss into your hair, slowly and gently rocking you two back and forth. "i wanted to honey, you deserve it." he speaks quietly. "you deserve it."

you lift your head up, eyes finding his still on you. "thank you," you whisper with a warm, tired smile. you press a gentle kiss to his lips, savouring the feeling.

he sighs into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls away ever so slightly, lips brushing against yours with each breath or movement.

"happy birthday darlin'," he whispers against your lips, before you press yours against them, pulling him down with you as you lean back — your back hitting the soft mattress as his lips swallow your sighs of happiness.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 11 days

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♰ Pairing: slasher!yunho x chubby!fem!slasher fucker!reader

♰ Genre: smut/dark romance/horror

♰ Summary: With a ruthless, brutal killer on the loose the safe thing to do would be to stay as far away from dangerous men as possible. But you've never been the kind of girl to play it safe and when danger comes in the form of a man like Yunho, how's a girl to stay away?

♰ Word Count: 3.4k-ish

♰ Warnings: Yunho's a literal serial killer, neither of you die but someone does, sorta vivid description of a limb being chopped off, voyeruism in a way, slasher fetish, sadism, masochism, dom daddy Yunho, choking, restriction of movement, a lil nipple play, penetrative sex, sex covered in blood, dirty talk, scratching, hickeys, other forms of marking, creampie, manhandling, pet names (baby, princess, good girl), you're both kinda psychos...obviously.

♰ A/N: I'd like to say, "Oh, I wrote this because Halloween is coming up!" but, no, I didn't. I'm just a slasher fucker, okay? A part of this was inspired by one of my favorite horror movies and if you can guess it then let's get married. Love you forever.

On a side note, thank you @dawn-iscozy for suggesting Yunho for this. I didn't regret that decision for a solitary minute.

There’s a killer on the loose. A brutal, wicked man who stalks the night preying upon unsuspecting victims. Some say he only goes after those he perceives as having done something wrong. His own perverse way of balancing the scales, righting the wrongs that the cops don’t have the balls to fix.

Others say it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do. Your chances of being butchered are all the same, sinner or saint. One thing’s for sure, once he has his sights set on you not even god himself can save you from the fate that awaits. You’re gone in the blink of an eye, never to be seen again. At least not in one piece.

You’ve heard the warnings a thousand times over but none of them struck fear into your heart. On the contrary, you have quite the erotic fascination with his art as he calls it in the letters he leaves behind. There’s something about what he does that taps into a fetish for danger that you dare not tell another living soul about. You want to play with fire, scorch the tips of your fingers in his flames. That’s how you ended up here, straddling the lap of a man who claims to be the killer your sick little heart yearns for.

You met at a club. The kind where people go to indulge their wildest fantasies, no matter how depraved. You were wandering around alone in a tight latex mini dress that fit the richness of your curves like a glove. You had your hair pinned up the way you do now, waterfalls of curls spilling down to frame your face. Expertly applied black lipstick adorned your kissable lips, drawing men in enough that they’d lose their minds thinking of all the things that pretty mouth could do. The man beneath you was among them.

He spotted you from across the room, your figure bathed in red neon light as you sat at the bar plotting your next move. You let him buy you a few drinks, loosening you both up enough that secrets began to spill as freely as the vodka in your glass. “I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?” the dark haired man whispered in your ear, a hand hovering dangerously close to your inner thigh. You swore that you would, hand over your heart. And that’s when he confessed. Your clear fascination with the man known as the Seoul Slasher had prompted him to reveal himself to you.

You couldn’t believe it. A real live serial killer, an absolute monster, so hypnotized by you he was nearly drooling down your cleavage. Going against every self preservation tactic they taught you in school, you invited him back to your place for a bit of fun. An offer he excitedly accepted. For a man whose entire modus operandi is control, he was more than happy to relinquish it to you. In no time you had him spread out on your bed, arms and legs handcuffed to the bed frame.

The entire room’s dark save for the flickering wicks of a few candles sprinkled about the room. You run a hand down his bare chest, sharp nails nicking at his tattooed flesh. He hisses at the sting, grinding his hips up against your core to add some pleasure to the pain.

You let out a giggle, fingers teasing the waist of his pants, “Tell me how you did it.” You flash your doe eyes, tightening your plush thighs around his hips.

“How’d I do what?” he asks, far too preoccupied with your body to hone in on your words.

“Those last two guys you killed. I wanna know every gory detail. You can tell me while I ride your cock.”

Your words certainly aren’t falling on deaf ears. He heard you loud and clear. He takes a calculated pause before providing you with a less than satisfying answer. “I used a butcher knife. Chopped them up real easy. Some of my best work I’d say.”

“Oh” you pout, shoulders dropping. You fold your arms across your chest, your disappointment hanging heavy in the air. “You really shouldn’t lie, you know? It’s a nasty habit.”

“Lie?” he scoffs, a nervous smile creeping across his face. His deception has failed and he doesn’t have enough brain cells to save this sinking ship. “I’m not lying, babe. I’m telling you. I used a butcher knife.”

You point an accusatory finger at him, applying pressure right between his eyes. “Dirty, dirty, liar” you sing, “You aren’t the Seoul Slasher.”

“And how would you know?” he asks, unjustly offended at the fact that you aren’t stupid enough to buy his bullshit.

You lean in close, the warm flames of the candles reflecting in your eyes like hellfire. “Because I’m already fucking him and he’s not too happy about you going around pretending to be him. It’s just bad manners.”

His smile grows more strained, his nervous laughter tickling the tip of your nose. He can’t tell if you’re serious or not but this is getting a little weird. Even for him. You watch him for a moment before erupting in soft, sweet laughter that mocks him. Reaching underneath your pillow you pull out a gag and shove it right into his mouth, shutting him up for the first time tonight.

“Baby, I’m done playing now!” you call out like a housewife announcing that dinner’s ready.

You sit back up, climbing off of him, and skip your way over to the dresser on the other side of the room. You hop up, feet giddily swinging back and forth to the tune of heavy footsteps descending the hallway. The man’s eyes dart over to the closed bedroom door, his heart thumping out of his chest. You can make out a few muffled protests but you dare not take it out. There’s nothing he can say that interests you now. Not that it ever did.

When your best friend first told you that a guy at the club was going around claiming to be the Slasher, you couldn’t believe your ears. Especially not when the real one was sleeping peacefully beside you. Further investigation proved that your best friend had been telling the truth so he had to be dealt with. Then another popped up and another. This one will make for the 4th and you must admit, as annoying as identity theft is for your boyfriend, you get a kick out of luring them here.

They always start out so cocky but once the gag’s in and those footsteps come, getting closer and closer at an agonizing pace, they’re not so confident anymore. At first they freeze up just like the corpse they’re soon to be. The shock does need a few seconds to set in. And then they panic, screaming through the gag and tugging at their bindings, their bodies writhing like a fish out of water. This one’s no different than the others. You can guess his next move like a film you’ve watched a dozen times and all of it’s in vain.

Sweat slicks his brow as the door creaks open and your face lights up like the Fourth of July. You breathe a sigh of relief. There he is. You’ve only been apart for hours but it feels like an eternity. A tall figure steps out of the shadows into the candlelight, revealing a handsome man in tailored black pants and a black button up you pressed yourself. His sleeves are rolled up, tucked just below the elbow where a pair of long black latex gloves begin. He spares the unfortunate soul strapped to the bed a passing glance before approaching you. He leans forward, palms flat on the dresser, caging you in.

“Did I do okay?” you question innocently, always hungry for the praise he never fails to feed you.

Yunho nods, gloved fingers stroking your soft cheek, “Oh, my good girl. You did more than okay. What would I do without you?”

Taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he tilts your head up, capturing your lips in a kiss that would soak your panties if you were wearing any. He takes a deep breath as he pulls away, not wanting to but knowing that time is of the essence.

“Did he touch you?” Yunho’s jaw tenses, gloved hands flexing to warm up for the night’s events.

You peek around him to check in on the dark haired man. His face is wet with tears and he’s sobbing all over your new gag. You pray he hasn’t pissed himself. You’re not in the mood to have to buy a new mattress again.

You look back to your boyfriend and nod. “In the car he put his hand on my thigh.”

“Thank you for telling me, baby,” Yunho says, kissing you on the forehead. He turns around, eyes darkening as he approaches the foot of the bed. “I’ll start with his hands.”

Kneeling down, he slides a large case from underneath the bed and pops it open to reveal his tools. The spread is a pristine assortment of autopsy tools, not a lowly butcher knife in sight. He delicately runs his fingers over them, settling on the fine toothed bone saw. Your gaze never leaves him as he rounds the bed, aligning the sharp teeth of the saw with what you’ve come to know as the ulna. The bone right on his inner forearm.

Yunho grinds the saw against it and the man’s arm tears open, tattered pieces of flesh splintering off to the side as he carves his way through tough tendons. Blood gushes from the man’s arm, drenching the brand new sheets in a river of crimson. Yunho’s movements are precise and purposeful. The saw taps bone as the body below him convulses violently, the pain beyond anything you can imagine or ever care to.

Your boyfriend pauses, glancing over at you, and you know it’s about that time. You open one of the drawers beside you, fishing out your phone and a pair of over ear headphones. You sync them up, hitting play on your favorite song, and smile lovingly back at him.

He can’t be as brutal when he knows you’re listening. It’s one of few things about his profession he’s never quite been able to bring himself to expose you to. Even with the man’s cries muffled, being dismantled brings sounds out of someone that could give the most vile person nightmares. You can watch all you want but you won’t hear them.

It’d be easy to say that you weren’t like this before you met him. You were a sweet, delicate flower and this charming psychopath came along, corrupting your young soul. But a girl doesn’t get wet watching her boyfriend dismember people because she had her purity corrupted.

You were never innocent, you’d simply presented yourself as such. Yunho just freed you from the prison of feeling guilty about what got you off. Power. Not being at the mercy of anyone. Yunho treats you like a princess. You’re never left wanting for anything. Your every desire is satisfied. So what if your Prince Charming comes with a body count? Nobody’s perfect.

Yunho makes quick work of the body. After the slice to his second arm the man’s already at death’s door and the severing of his knees puts the final nail in the coffin. Yunho tosses the body parts to the ground like the limbs of an old doll. Breathless and blood soaked as he licks splatters of scarlet from his lip, he goes in for another cut.

You’re the only other thing he looks at like he does his work. The excitement of the kill is borderline orgasmic, dopamine coursing through his veins with every gruesome cut. Once he starts he has to keep going, chasing his high until it’s finished and the body’s nothing more than scattered pieces of an impossible puzzle.

Shoving the torso to the floor, he steps back to catch his breath, waving to get your attention. You slip your headphones off, setting them down to navigate the landmine of limbs and entrails to reach your love.

“You need some water, Yunie?” you ask, throwing your arms around him. The blood weighing down his clothes sticks to your arms, cool against your skin. It used to feel a bit strange but after a few times you’ve come to find it refreshing like a cool shower on a hot day.

Yunho shakes his head, a dazed look in his eyes. Usually the adrenaline begins to die down after that final cut but it’s only getting more intense. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he salivates over you like a man on the brink of starvation. “No, I need you. Right now.”

His lips crash into yours at a thousand miles per hour and you don’t even attempt to stop him. Why would you? Bloody gloves cling to your dress, stripping you of the material. You rip his shirt open, sending buttons raining down onto the slippery hardwood floor. Yunho’s hands ravenously explore your body as you rid him of his pants, painting your plush figure in blood like a canvas.

Attempting to feast upon your body through gloves is as close to torture as he’s ever come so he tears them off, groaning in delight as his bare hands sink into your pillowy ass. He picks you up, tossing you back on the bed, your breasts bouncing marvelously as you land.

You grin watching your boyfriend stare down at you like an absolute animal. His body’s everything dreams are made of, his flawless, rigid cock already leaking in anticipation. You spread your thighs, teasing him with the arousal dripping from your entrance. Bringing two fingers between your legs, you stroke them between your lips, spreading yourself open for him.

“You want it?” you moan, back arching as you pinch your sensitive clit.

Yunho positions himself between your legs, palming his cock above a pussy that’s clenching wildly at the ghost of what could be. He places a hand on your thigh, admiring the view. You in a sea of blood toying with yourself for his pleasure. What a sight to behold.

“You aren’t teasing me are you?” he asks, gripping your thigh tighter. His voice is low and rough, feral in every way.

You bring your slick fingers up to the head of his cock, coating it on your juices. “And what if I am?”

You motion to get up, your brain set on tasting his cock on your tongue, but Yunho’s quicker than you, grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms over your head. His free hand wraps around your neck, the veins of his arms pulsing as he applies the right amount of pressure to leave you breathless but not in pain.

“Do you want it?” He bumps his cock against your slit, missing on purpose to drag it between your folds. Your body shudders as much as it can with his full weight on you.

“Mmhmm” you hum, knowing he won’t hurt you but loving that you’re completely at his mercy.

“You know that’s not enough, baby” he smiles, squeezing your throat tighter, “I need to hear it, princess. Tell me you want it. Beg for daddy’s cock.”

He presses his throbbing tip to your entrance but this time he arches into you, giving you the head and nothing more. The stretch of that alone is disorienting, a wave of heat rushing through you. Releasing his hold on your throat, he brings his lips to yours, parting them to taste the desperate pleas that spill out.

“I want you to fuck me, Yunie. I’m so needy for your cock. I have been all night” you whine and his tongue traces your lips. You taste delicious. He inches into you, feeding you a little more then stopping. A little more then stopping. And your body jumps with every motion, pitiful sounds pouring from your lips onto his.

“Fuck me” you beg, an undeniable brokeness in your tone, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck…” Your voice trails off, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out. He lifts off of you, still holding your arms in place above your head, and thrusts into you ever so gently. You clamp down around him tightly enough that it’s hard to move, your pussy's too needy to let go.

Yunho grins, cupping one of your breasts, “I didn’t know watching me kill got you so hot. You’re sick, you know that?” He pinches your nipple harshly and you squeal, twisting in his hold.

“I know” you moan, blowing him a kiss, “But so are you.”

“Fuck, I love you” he growls, pulling you under with another dizzying kiss.

His thrusts grow harsher, your warm, spongy walls drawing him in impossibly deeper. His fingers knead the tender flesh of your breast as he brings his tongue down to soak your bud in equal parts blood and spit. Taking the bud between his teeth, he wraps his lip around it, suckling at it without losing his rhythm between your legs.

“Yunie. So good. So, mmph, aah…” you’re moaning but he gives one particularly hard thrust to your cunt, knocking the words right out of your mouth.

You want to touch him so badly. To dig your nails into his back while he fucks into you. To run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the deep brown strands as his tongue swirls around your bud.

“Touch” you pout, wiggling your hands.

Yunho pops your bud free of his lips, licking his way up your breasts, across your heated skin, along your neck, until you’re eye to eye. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna touch you. Please, daddy” you plead. You’re so helpless. So beautiful.

Yunho watches you squirm, feigning indecision. After an agonizingly long contemplation, he turns your arms loose, the redness on your wrists marking where he held you. Your hands are drawn to him like magnets, scouring every inch of him they can reach just to feel him.

Your nails find his back, digging into the flesh. Yunho buries his face in your neck, moaning at the sensation. “Harder” he whispers, fingers knotting in the sheets beneath you. You dig your nails in deeper, breaking skin, and he’s on the edge of a whimper, the sensation nearly too much for him.

Slipping an arm around your back, he keeps you flush against him, sinking into you over and over. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezed closed. You’re saying something but nothing’s coming out. Only whines and moans, the occasional fractured piece of his name.

There’s no bracing yourself for a cock this long and thick. You just have to take it, let it destroy every bit of you until there’s nothing left. A sense of euphoria surges through you and your legs instinctively lock around his waist.

“That’s it” he coos, fawning over the string of hickeys he’s left on your neck, “Be a good girl and cum for me.” Yunho grabs for your wrists one last time, locking them above your head. He pounds into you so hard the bed creaks, maybe even moves a few inches. “I wanna feel you gushing around this cock.”

Suddenly your breath hitches and your body feels weightless. It’s as if you’re floating above yourself. Watching this gorgeous man fuck you into the mattress like his own personal whore. And you are. You’re more than happy to be. Your senses come back to you in a rush of ecstasy and you’re trembling, crying out as you do exactly as he said. Creaming, gushing, dripping down his length.

Yunho pulls back, kneeling between your legs to drag his cock out and glide it back in. He goes all starry eyed at the sight of his cock glistening in your cum and soon he’s spilling inside of you. Your needy walls milking his cock of the warm, white liquid that overflows from your delicious pussy.

His hand comes down on your plush belly, enjoying its softness as he feeds you those last few strokes. You’re still moaning weakly when he finishes, laying back on the bed and pulling you on top of him.

Curled up safe and warm in his arms, you bask in the afterglow, thoughts of the man your boyfriend dismantled little more than a distant thought now. But ultimately it’s difficult to ignore. Especially when your eyes drift up and you notice something dangling in the corner of your eye.

“Yunie” you say, lightly petting his shoulder.

Yunho strokes your hair, looking down at you lovingly, “Yes, baby?”

“I think his hand’s still attached to the handcuff.”

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zebuie · 6 months

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⚸⋆Unleashed Desires ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

𝓟𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘; academic rival!ellie x fem!reader

𓆰𓆪 SYNOPSIS:: Ellie Williams, your academic rival who always had u beat, One night in a club, she lures you to her dorm where they indulge in a steamy, no-holds-barred fuck session filled with passionate curses and intense pleasure. The lines blur between competition and desire as their taboo passion takes over.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂; SMUT!,swearing, porn w little to no plot,degradation (r receiving), strap on usage (r receiving), face slapping (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), hair pulling (e receiving), slight fluff in the end/aftercare,enemies to lovers trope, lmk if I excluded anyth

!! daily click to help !!

From the time you first met Ellie in the first grade, it was clear that you two were constantly competing against each other. It has been that way ever since the two of you started attending the same university. Ellie always finds a way to boast about her achievements, just as she did today when she strutted up to you with a sly grin on her face and boasted about her 98%. She asks you with a smug expression, "So, what did you get?" You grit your teeth as you recall her arrogant remark, trying to resist the surge of anger simmering within you. You decide to put her in her place once and for all. In front of everyone, you pull out your notebook with a confident smile and flip it open, exposing your grade book. With a nonchalant air, you point at the entry with today's score on it – a perfect 100%. The silence that ensues is deafening as Ellie's face turns from smug satisfaction to astonished shock before she can muster up a weak "Congratulations." Her friends exchange glances filled with jealousy while whispering amongst themselves about how ruthlessly they just got beaten by a girl who seemed like an underdog till now. Feeling proud and satisfied, you turn back to whatever task was at hand but don't ignore the sense of accomplishment and pleasure swirling inside you - finally putting that annoying rival in check using sheer talent instead of indulging in immature competitions.

As the day went on, Ellie's attitude towards you took a sharp turn. She couldn't stop talking about her defeat behind your back, trying to defame you in front of their group of friends. You overheard snippets of her insulting comments, mocking your success and even hinted at rumors she spread about you. At one point, during lunch break, she brazenly bumps into you as she carries her tray full of food from the cafeteria line, causing both trays to clash and spilling food all over yours. Her eyes filled with hatred as she sneered out "Clumsy bitch" You clench your teeth before responding sharply "Oh fuck off williams, it’s actually soooo fuckin pathetic how worked up your getting over me getting a better grade." Your words send a chill down her spine as people around them pause and look at you two with surprise etched on their faces.In response, Ellie scoffs derisively "Fucking lucky then! Bet you rely on tutors to keep those grades high." This sends a flash of anger inside you which compels you to grab hold of one side of her arm forcefully and hiss through gritted teeth You grab Ellie's arm in a tight grip, eyes blazing as you seethe with frustration. "Don't even fucking dare insinuate that" Your tone is aggressive, causing her friends to quickly move away, realizing this argument between you two is about to escalate. "I work my ass off for those grades, no tutor needed! And unlike your stuck up self who only brags about fake achievements," your voice drops menacingly low, "I earn mine the hard way." Ellie looks at you with disdain mixed with fear before pulling her arm away roughly from your grasp. "Whatever helps you sleep at night knowing some geek like you actually tops me," she sneers mockingly before turning on her heels and storming off. Despite ur harsh words exchanged earlier and the bitter taste left in your mouths from this exchange; something inside both of you starts simmering - an intriguing mix of anger coupled with an undeniable attraction towards each other which neither one dares acknowledge out loud just yet.

A few weeks later, you catch a glimpse of Ellie from across the dimly lit club standing at the bar with a drink in hand. Ellie wore a loose muscle tee with a faded logo, crop top of a band you couldn’t recognize. The shirt cut off just above her toned midriff, showing the hem of her branded boxer shorts peeking out. And u couldn’t deny, Her muscular body looks so fucking good under the neon lights of the club. As you saunter over to to the bar, she smirks cockily "Look who decided to grace us with her presence." Her sarcasm is evident yet it doesn't bother you as much as it usually would. You move unconsciously closer to her, catching Ellie's gaze as she takes a swig from her beer bottle. A challenge lingers in her eyes as if daring you to make the first move. Suddenly, you blurt out "Wanna get outta here?" Ellie shrugs indifferently, taking one last sip of her beer before tossing it in a nearby trash bin and following you without another word. The silence between you two fills the air as Ellie trails behind you through the empty halls of their dorm building. Each stride she takes sends a shiver down your spine - her presence creating an undercurrent of desire that's hard to ignore. Once inside her room, she kicks off her converse and throws herself onto one of her plush couches; clearly, she expects something to happen now.

You hesitate for a moment before deciding to break the tension "Ellie..." You trail off nervously, not knowing how exactly to voice out what's brewing between both of you. Ellie lifts her head and looks at you with a blend of curiosity and amusement "What is it?" Her gaze intensifies as she takes in your nervous demeanour. In response, you step closer to her until their bodies are almost touching. Your lips part as if to confess the feelings that have been brewing inside you for weeks now when suddenly, Ellie pulls you closer and claims your mouth in a rough kiss; her hands gripping the sides of your hips as she deepens the kiss, You're startled by her unexpected move, but you don't resist as Ellie pulls you in. Her lips are rough and demanding, sending electric shocks straight to your core. She tugs on your jeans, pulling them down; revealing your bare legs to her hungry eyes. she slowly pulling your shirt up, then unclasping ur bra. Your hands find their way to her hair, entwining themselves gently as she continues devouring your mouth hungrily. She kisses you deep, her tongue pushing against your lips until you open up for her. Her hands are everywhere, gripping your ass cheeks hard as she pulls you closer. You moan into the kiss, your body aching for more. Without breaking the kiss, Ellie pushes you back onto the couch; pinning you beneath her body with her muscular frame.

Her lips trailing down your jawline, kissing and nipping gently on your skin. You shiver at the sensation, needing her closer than ever. hissing between her teeth as she rubs against the soft fabric covering your damp pussy.

You're panting now, desperate for more of her touch. She slips two fingers beneath your panties, stroking your wet folds roughly. "You're so fucking wet." She mumbles against your skin before pulling back to look you in the eye. fuckin tease. Your breath hitches as she trails her finger along your bottom lip - a silent command to guide her further. Without hesitation, you reach down and tug her fingers towards your dripping pussy, inviting her to dive deeper. She obliges eagerly, pushing two more fingers inside you; stretching you gently as she curls them to hit your sweet spot. You throw your head back with a moan, gripping the couch beneath you as waves of pleasure wash over you. Ellie's fingers are relentless, pounding your core hard as she swirls them around until you're on the verge of cumming. She adds a third finger, stretching you even more; making your walls clench desperately around her digits. You whine loudly, urging her closer "Ellie... please..."

She leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as she picks up speed; driving you over the edge with a fierce orgasm that has you crying out loudly.

You collapse against the couch, panting heavily as she continues to stroke you gently until your climax fades. She pulls her fingers out of your damp folds and brings them up to her mouth; sucking them clean with a satisfied moan. Her eyes meet yours, filled with lust and desire "I've wanted you for so long," She murmurs before climbing onto you completely; positioning herself over your breasts as she grinds against your still sensitive pussy. Your hips buck up automatically, desperate for her touch. She slides her sweaty pussy along your soft skin, moaning softly as she picks up speed. You reach up to stroke her hair and kisses down the side of her face; She pulls back to look down at you, her eyes smouldering with a wicked intention. "I want all of you." Without waiting for your consent - she slides off your body and hops down from the couch. Making her way over to a nearby drawer, she rummages around until she pulls out a purple strap on She comes back towards you, her eyes filled with lust as she gazes down at your glistening pussy.

Without any warning or preamble - she positions herself between your thighs once again, running the strap on along your wet slit. You let out a sharp intake of breath, arching your back as she pushes the hard plastic shaft against your entrance. "gnna make you feel s’good mama, gonna be a good little slut f’me ‘nd lemme fuck u with my cock huh?," She smirks down at you, pushing the strap on inside you slowly and deliberately until it fills you completely. She begins to thrust slowly and sensually, your moans growing louder as she hits all the right spots. She picks up speed, slapping against your skin in perfect sync with your eager cries of pleasure. You wrap your legs around her waist, clinging tightly to her as she pumps harder into you - stretching you full and satisfying every craving deep within you. Ellie's relentless pace sends a fiery heat spreading through your entire body - you moan loudly, feeling her hitting the perfect spot over and over again. She grinds against you more forcefully, biting her bottom lip in pleasure; "You're such a fucking slut for my cock." Her words send a shudder through you as she slaps your face gently - leaving behind an electrifying sting. Ellie pulls your hair, twisting it gently as she slams her hips into you harder.

"You love it don't you? You're a dirty little slut who wants every inch of my dick." She slaps you again, this time a bit harder; leaving a red handprint on your cheek while maintaining her intense rhythm inside you.

Ellie groans loudly, her body tensing up as she pulls you closer. "You've been such a little brat all these years... so fucking impatient... needing this cock so badly..." She slams herself into you once more, hitting that sweet spot with deadly accuracy; sending shivers down your spine. She continues her ferocious pounding as you pant breathlessly - your body craving more. "please don't stop," You whisper between gritted teeth, desperation coloring every word.

Ellie smirks down at you, pinching one of your nipples roughly - making you arch up into her even more. the strap on bumping against her clit- Ellie slams into you forcefully, her breathing growing heavier as she nears her climax. "That's it baby, fuckin’ take it..m’so close." She bangs harder against your g-spot - every stroke igniting sparks deep within you. You feel your orgasm building up, a fierce heat engulfing you - making it impossible to hold back any longer. "Ellie fuck im gonna-" Your cries are loud and desperate as waves of pleasure crash over you; Ellie gasps out her own climax moments later - her entire body trembling against yours.

Once she's finished cleaning you up, "here u go," she said as She tossed you an oversized t-shirt and some boxers to change into. Ellie pulls you into her arms; cradling your head on her chest. She strokes your hair gently - whispering soothing words that help chase away the lingering afterglow. You melt into her embrace, feeling safe and content in her arms. "thank u," You murmur against her soft shirt as she runs a comforting finger along your cheek.

#ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #wlw #lesbian #queer #Spotify

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★ SEN'S FAVES × GOTH! READER — SMAU

about. some bf texts with rayne ames, ulquiorra cifer, and touya todoroki. reader is a goth (ulqui is goth too)

notes. omg first and last smau!! very self indulgent actually. these are some actual convos ive had with people LOL

★ RAYNE AMES

★ ULQUIORRA CIFER

★ TOUYA TODOROKI

TAGS ★ @kyoghurts @heartkaji @angeliicheartt @rueclfer @noirflms @caelivir @sweetheartsaku @dragonictears @imaginingbleach

#﹙🗝️ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐰𝐫𝖎𝐭𝖎𝐧𝐠﹚#rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #mashle #mashle smau #ulquiorra #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiorra x reader #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach smau #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha #mha smau #dabi smau #ulquiorra smau #rayne smau

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t0rturedangel · 8 months

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I read all of your fics so far and they're great!! I really like your writing, it's fantastic! :3 Could I request a fic for Lucifer with a reader who is anxious and depressed, like him? - 🐇

╭ . . . 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍 ੭

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ♰ ৎ﹕𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦

WOOOO I LOVE LUCIFER SM ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY so I'm so happy I have a request for him, i don't think i did a good job since I'm not sure how to write for stuff like this but still hope you like it!!!! also this is short so i'm sorry

✧⠀⨾ Mainly, since the two of you probably don't want to interact with the world of sinners, just stay in Lucifer's home.

✧⠀⨾ the two of you are probably coming up with new duck ideas, just the two of you- since literally no one else is welcome : the both of you hate interacting with anyone you don't have to, unless it's Charlie and her friends though that's rare

✧⠀⨾ whenever the two of you get like really anxious, or stare out the window in dread at all the sinners the other one will bring a duck over, like a personally made duck to try and help

✧⠀⨾ Lucifer has defiantly made a few ducks that look like you to try and help take your mind of your anxiety and focus on his craftmanship

જ⁀➴ Staring out of one of the many windows Lucifer had in his home, your eyes scanned over all the sinners and imps alike running around and causing havoc. Their behavior was one of the main reasons you and Lucifer never went out, beside the sheer anxiety of interacting with anyone. Sinners were crude, vulgar and had no respect for themselves or the people around them. At the thought of even talking to someone besides Lucifer caused your heart to speed up, your breathing quickening little by little which was your cue to turn from the window yet you found it difficult to do, the next option was to try and think of something different, anything different, like spending time with lucifer

The isolation from the rest of hell wasn't bad at all, you had Lucifer, Lucifer had you and the two of you had ducks! dozens and dozens of ducks... it's almost concerning really- you and his would always spend your seemingly endless days in Lucifer's workshop for hours, always designing and creating these silly little duck toys, and while Lucifer would always bring himself down at the end of the completed project, saying how the parts that he worked on were terrible while simultaneously praising your side of the work- it was almost pitiful watching the king of hell say such things though you never indulged or agreed to his self-degradation, instead you attempted to bring his spirits back up by complementing his work. Though, your methods would only sometimes work, as at those times Lucifer would sort of- avoid listening to your words.

Speaking of Lucifer, and the ducks- you noticed that Lucifer walked in the room you were resting in, a huge smile on his face as he held something behind his back. Your curiosity was peaked almost immediately, what did he have behind his back? was it money? food? a duck? the questions were endless and only came to a halt when Lucifer called to you. ˓˓ [name], my dearrr ʾʾ the tone of his voice perfectly matched his pale face, he was defiantly happy about something but what was it? finally, your mind was off of the outside world and now on lucifer and whatever he had behind his back ˓˓ hm? ʾʾ was your reply- moving so you would be sitting at the edge of the window sill, your tail wrapping around the handle of the window to ensure that you wouldn't fall however you could only stay in that position for a little while as your dear Lucifer beckoned you down to which you happily obliged.

Landing right by Lucifer, you and him both shared a smile- your one being more of a grateful smile as he did save you from your anxiety fueled thoughts. ˓˓ Hello Luci!.... what is that behind your back. ʾʾ at that question Lucifer smiled even more, chuckling to himself ˓˓ geeze aren't you curious today? ʾʾ he spoke while trying to hide what he had, you were trying to move around him so you could see what he had in his hands ˓˓ Just let me see for hell's sake ʾʾ you were determined to see what it was, and Lucifer- feeling ever so merciful today- grabbed your wrist to crease your movement ˓˓ Okay, okay [nick name] I'll show you ʾʾ finally! he was going to show you

It was no surprise to you that what he pulled out was indeed a little duck, but what was different was that this duck looked a lot like you- like really a lot like you. ˓˓ You.. made this? ʾʾ examining the little duck, you smiled at how carefully it was made made- the small details that the duck was designed with matched your visage perfectly, you could immediately see that Lucifer put a lot of time and care into this.. that is so sweet.. ˓˓ yes, why? do you not like it ʾʾ the joy in his voice seemed to falter ˓˓ I love it Luci, it's so beautiful ʾʾ looking up from the duck you faced Lucifer's slightly shocked yet pleased smile ˓˓ I'm glad you like it, I know the both of us have been dealing with quite a bit with our anxiety and stuff so... I sort of made this for you try and remind you that hey! you're not alone! The two of us will always have each other right? ʾʾ he rambled, a golden hue on his face- did he find this embarrassing? he really shouldn't, this gift was not only adorable but so incredibly delightful

˓˓ of course! Of course we'll have each other- geeze Luci, this is so sweet what the fuck? ʾʾ instinctively you hugged Lucifer tightly, an action he happily returned. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you pulled away ˓˓ now I defiantly need to make something for you ʾʾ ˓˓ you dont have to! ʾʾ ˓˓ I sure as fuck do! ʾʾ you laughed, quickly speeding away to start working on something for Lucifer while he tried to catch up to you to try and stop you.

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lixifur666 · 2 months

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︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♰୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ♱ Hai im Lixifur or Felix, im a boy my pronouns r he/it!! Sum labelz 4 me ummm; trans, omni, ace, and polyam. :3 ♱ St0n3r, dogboi, 3d, schizo, plural, ptsd, r3covering $h add1ct, silly x3!!!1!! ♱wat i liek: my little pony, sharkz, weed, kandi, teh forezt, collecting stickz, lucky star, invader zim, moral orel, smiling friends, ♱ favorit muszik iz goreshit and mindless self indulgence!!1! :3 ♱ YIPPEE YIPPEE LETZ B FRENZZ (if u want heuehehehe amnot forcinfg u butermm ermm itwould b so awsumm itwould bso kewll!!!!!!!! :3) ♱ woof :3

#lixifur :3 #lixifur askz :3 #lixifur fitcheck :3 #lixifur skribblez :3 #lixifur reblogz :3 #lixifur munchiez :3 #☆lixifurz mootz x3!!#lixifur rabiez x x #lixifur puppypozting 🍼🐾#lonnie poztz !! :]#lonnie reblogz !! :]#goodboipozting 🌈🐾

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frostinted · 2 months

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♰　　⁺　　Vincent and Rody matching rentry directories !　　𓎢𓎡

♡ & ↻ are very appreciated <3 credit when using ! ⨠　self indulgent !!　◝

⁽⁽　　makin these was so funnn there was also supposed to be matching graphics too but ill save those for another time C: also click read more to see how to use it (optional, recommended, but use it however you like ^_^)

okay so basically ,,, i recommend doing one at the top and one at the bottom, separated by a divider (the one i used is optional! you can use any divider you like <3) aaaand yeah thats it c: but as i said you dont have to use it like this, its just recommended cause its easier :D !

#✚　sleepy graphics #rentry graphics #rentry directory #studio investigrave #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #dead plate

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chiyoso · 10 months

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▶SYPNOSIS. a multifandom, self insert smau based on an ongoing inside joke of @chiyoso!! abandoning scaramouche because of her intense jjk brainrot </3

次 — TWITTER !? is a STAGE !! (m.list)

▶CONTENT. self insert, modern au, social media au, crack, fluff, suggestive themes, cussing, scara is just pissy tbh. also ongoing inside joke of scara hating me cause i abandoned him for satoru and geto (just like how his mom did) ✌🏻≥wÓ

▶STATUS. ongoing and will post whenever i feel like it 🩵 also will feature some of my mutuals!! stay tuned babez <3

ACT I: ESTABLISHMENTS

Part One — “I think Scaramouche hates me.”

Part Two — “Stop looking at him.”

Part Three — “Asshole tendencies.”

Part Four — “DISCUSS.”

Part Five — “Pick a fucking struggle Kuni.”

Part Six — “You ARE my struggle.”

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▶NOTE. DELULU IS THE SOLULU 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️ I HAVE THE NECESSITIES, JUST NEED TO EXECUTE 🫶

▶NOTE. oh and taglist is open, but uh this is vv heavily self indulgent and i'm actually just doing this for fun, so idk if ppl are gonna be interested in this but idc tho <3

▶NOTE. right, and this is my first smau!! YIPPEE

TAG: — 次 [Twitter is a STAGE] ♰

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saintfrality · 5 months

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ᯓ★ black swan layouts

· · ── self indulgent . psd used . art creds . f2u with credits

#﹙♰﹚ ₊ edits ‧̍̊ ི #✧﹙♰﹚ ₊ self indulgent ‧̍̊ ི #hsr #hsr black swan #black swan #honkai star rail #rentry graphics #rentry decor #rentry #rentry stuff #graphics #tumblr layouts #editblr

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jenchan-writingmultis · 4 months

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Multifandom Masterlist

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The promised navigation since I started to reblog and create more fics, I’ll put it here for an easier directory.

Semi-Hiatus (Refer to this post) for reason/s

Warning: I write almost anything, smut, angst, fluff, etc, I can write for both x reader, MLM, and WLW ships. However, My main would be x readers, cause I like self-indulging in them and creating indulgences for the readers. I use You/yourself when it is for x readers, but If they are not the main ship, I use either she/her, he/him, or they/them, depending on what type of character I would use for the Main Character as a side character with a ship or not.

You can call me Jen, or Echo, anything would be fine, I mostly write fluff with angst though, so If you want smut, just ask! And please do help me with the tagging cause I’m not the best at understanding it. ────────༺♰༻────────

Things to remember:

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Requests are CLOSED ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ - Request/s pending: 7 (Thank you so much for the requests! I'll open it up soon once again, I'll just close it for now cause I take my time writing ^^) (I'll create rules soon :D so far just request without restrictions I don't mind ^_^, smut, fluff, etc hehe :D let your creative juices flow through you!

Fics tagged as series will be separated from one-shot fics.

The master list will be continuously updated as I create new fics!

This blog is 18+ since I will create smut soon once I get a request from it, or If I get an idea. So Minors, please do not interact with fics tagged for mature audiences, I know I can't stop you from reading, however, I can ask you to not try to request Matured fics (Fluff, angst, and others are allowed!) do not comment on the fics that are tagged 18+ too.

I will start updating what fics I'm currently working on.

One shots/Non-series are automatically counted as finished since they're just one shot.

I will add requests that I received here and once they're out I will mark them as done.

I don't do fics half-assedly, I like to take my time to enjoy and indulge in it myself, I'm kind of a perfectionist so I apologize if I take too long to post, usually, I'm busy and possibly will get even more busier soon, I'm growing hehe, more responsibilities come as time continues. ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

My fandoms will continuously grow, I'm a multifandom after all, and this will be updated often if I ever finish the series I read.

For now, my obsession is on Twisted Wonderland, I love writing about them, so I apologize if the other fandoms aren't filled yet, but I will write for them soon.

The updates are very inconsistent due to my schedule and responsibilities, I hope everyone's patient for it, thank you!

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I do not consent to stealing, translating, or putting my work in AI. I put effort into creating my fics, please remember that. I will ALWAYS finish my fics, do not use any type of AI to try and finish it for me, I will drop it if I hear any news about my work being fed to AI.

────────༺♰༻──────── Fandom/s:

Love and Deepspace

Twisted Wonderland

Windbreaker ( Author is still heavily indulging in loving Togame...)

Wuthering Waves (Author wants Scar to choke her...)

Reverse 1999

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #reverse 1999 #wuthering waves #wind breaker #navigation #masterlist

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htchnr · 2 months

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♰ unsure touches ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a coffee!

content warning written with a burn out in mind ⋆ not mentioned age gap ⋆ Ash sucks at comforting but still tries ⋆ i need this old man to tell me it's gonna be okay :,) ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

pairing old!Ash x younger!Reader.

summary comforting is something Ash has never learned or mastered. but when you come home worn out, he sucks it up and tries his best.

authors note the summer is burning me out 🥲 and i feel like all my writing is starting to get repetitive and blegh 😭. so here's some purely self indulgent comfort. wordcount 1,1k.

Ash no longer snapped up in panic as the door to his trailer opened, the telltale sound of your footsteps stepping into the space. he looks up from the crappy tv, tired eyes meeting your even more tired ones.

" heya, sweet cheeks, " he smiles, though the expression falters as he notices how worn out you look as you kick off your shoes and drop your jacket on top them. Ash never minded the mess, he knew he made enough of a mess that he can't be one to judge.

he watches with saddened eyes as you slowly make your way to the couch, pulling your uncomfortable jeans off before sinking down into the couch beside him. you exhale deeply, laying down with your head on his thigh as you curl up beside him.

Ash's brain malfunctions — he's never been one to comfort anyone. sure, he's patted Cheryl's shoulder when they were kids, or held his friends close to him in the horrific events of the cabin — but never has he had to comfort you in this way. worn down and exhausted from whatever happened to you today.

his flesh hand twitches, throat bobbing as he swallows. he apprehensively reaches his hand out, dipping between your arm and your ribs as he rests the warm prehensile against you. his thumb rubs unsure circles into the clothed skin, the rhythm faltering and speeding up.

you curl up tighter the moment his hand touches you and Ash flinches, nervous that he made a mistake. " you're doing okay, " you mumble, in response to his flinch. even when you're feeling so down, you manage to make him feel better.

the circles resume again, more firm and sure of themselves. " do you, want to talk about it? " he offers, pain and unsureness laced together. he hated seeing you like this. hell, he had never seen you like this before — the relationship was still relatively new, you had only been together for a little over eight months.

you shake your head against his thigh. okay, noted. he lets go of the breath he was holding, a sad frown now taking up residence on his face. what could have happened today? he knows that whenever you're ready you might tell him, but he's also swallowing down the fact that you might not want to share what happened and that he'll have to be fine with that.

he reluctantly lets his eyes return to the tv, though unable to pay attention to what was playing.

" what are you watching? " comes your quiet and slightly raspy voice after the longest ten minutes he's experienced.

he shrugs, " i think it's some fantasy thing, Thrones something, uh, " he trails, he hadn't been paying much attention to it when he turned the tv on when he got home, and he certainly wasn't able to pay much attention to it once you got home.

" Game of Thrones? " you offer, the scenery and characters looking vaguely familiar. it was probably a new episode.

" yeah, yeah! something like that, "

silence takes over the trailer once more, the only sound is the quiet noise coming from the tv. after a while he looks down at you again, noticing your slowed breathing. he reluctantly pulls his hand from your ribs, reaching for the remote to turn the tv off.

he stretches his arms above his head with quiet grunts, trying not to move too much. he lets his hand drift back down again, rough fingers gently stroking your hair. " lets get you to bed, yeah? " he whispers, his face scrunching up in displeasure as he lifts your head and gets up from the couch. you looked too peaceful to disturb. but he knew that sleeping on the couch would kill your back as well as his.

Ash stands before you, reaching down to lift you into his arms with low grunts as his body cracks at the movements. he carries you to the large, plush bed at the foot of the trailer, carefully laying you down. he pulls his own jeans off, leaving him in his underwear and his stained wife beater.

he watches you for a moment, brows still furrowed even in your light sleep. his own brows furrow at the sight as he kneels onto the bed and gets settled beside you, pulling the soft blankets up your figure. he tucks you in, gently pulling you against his chest. you shift in your sleep, tucking your head below his and nuzzling against his warm chest.

he sighs, his left arm wrapping around your waist as his hand lightly strokes your lower back. " you'll get through this, " his face twitches at his own words, so, unfamiliar on his tongue yet they feel right in this moment. " i know you can do this, sweetheart. "

you shift in your light sleep, curling up tightly against him at his words, your face twitching with sadness. it hurts him to see. " i'm here for you, always. " he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he shifts against the pillows.

he'll hold you close until it all hurts less, and even then, he won't let you go.

#⋆୨🩷©2024 htchnr #⋆୨⭐️ash williams #ash williams oneshot #ashley williams x you #ash williams fluff #ashley williams imagine #ashley williams x reader #ash vs evil dead x reader #ash williams imagine #ash williams x reader #ash vs evil dead #ash williams #older!ash williams #older!ash williams x reader

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