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thewinchestah · 9 months ago

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"INTERMISSION" - ALASTOR X READER

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: ,18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, BDSM, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, Possesive! Alastor, Jealous!Alastor, Protective!Alastor, masturbation, I didn't proof read this, english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here, etc etc etC

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Part I | Part 2 | Part 4

A/N: Hello,hello everyone! Again, thank you all so much for the amazing reception to "Good things come for those who wait". I'm truly touched by your words and praise. I never really tought my writing would see the light of day at this point, nor this much love. My biggest thanks to everyone who takes the time to leave a comment.

So, I'm a bit self concious about this piece. "Intermission" is supossed to be a light break from the previous two fics. A breath of fresh, sex smelling air as I write the next long chapter. (It's gonna be nasty). My intent with this fic was to make it kinda chaotic, kinda rushed like Alastor's mind would be as he masturbates himself at the thought of you and what you are doing to him.

I truly hope I can do your hopes and expectations for my writting justice. I really appreciate feedback on this one.

As always, my special thanks goe to my lovely friend @smallershorteranduncut, who always support my ideas. Te amo amiga <3

Taglist: @markster666 @jyoongim @stygianoir @pepperycookie @fraspent @aether-th3-enby @lady-valtieri . If the tags aren't working or you wanna be tagged, let me know.

PART I | PART II

Alastor considered himself a smart man, a cunning, self-sufficient, resourceful man. So, naturally, the irony of him being locked inside the bathroom, his cock in his hands while he tortures himself with thoughts of you made him frustrated at best, murderous at worst.

He hates everything about it, he hates to admit that his rut indeed makes him on edge and out of control, he hates to admit that before he met you the ways he dealt with his rut were… undignified. And he hates even more admitting that since he had you at his every whim, to fuck, to breed, to inflict the most depraved ways of torture his rut was becoming a pleasurable thing. All because of you, only because of you.

He had quite literally just fucked you so hard you passed out, his name a scream on your lips, so loud heaven might have heard it. Some part of Alastor wishes that heaven heard it, so they know they made a mistake, so they know they let one of the most sacred things to exist get down here. In hell, with him. Your heavenly body is his to do as he pleases, to break it, desecrate its holiness as he fucks you into submission, granting him a relief so pure, so all consuming that it shouldn’t even be allowed in hell. And they will never correct this mistake.

Some part of Alastor wishes no know never knew about how you always make a mess of yourself for him, how you gladly sprawl yourself open for him, eyes lustful and hopeful that if you let him take it out just a little more on you tonight he will send you over the edge with those two little words: good. girl.

And what a perfect good girl you were, doe eyes always seeking for his across any room, with adoration, with barely hidden lust, with love. Such a contrast when compared to his eyes, burning red from desire, anger, lack of empathy. Red condescending eyes filled with excitement about what he is going to do to you, what he is making you endure for him.

It doesn’t make it any easier on Alastor’s painfully hard cock that you are sleeping just a door away after a rough fuck, his seed still coating your thighs.

He flicks his wrist up and down his shaft, slowly.

Just as slow as how his cock stretched your tight cunt, inch by inch when he first took you. You weren’t nearly as wet as you should be for the first time taking his cock but you darling thing decided to break one of his rules. Your legs desperately spreading in a futile attempt to accommodate him, the delicious fear in your eyes as you realized what you’ve gotten yourself into, completely at his mercy, enduring the pain of being broken by his monster cock. The scream you let out when he buried himself to the hilt inside you, you liked it even when it was hurting, because the pain Alastor inflicted on you was ten times better than any pleasure your silly mortal lovers had ever given you.

The Radio Demon has a knuckle white grip on his cock now, even with hands as big as his, Alastor is having trouble fully closing his hand around the swollen member, his need to claim, to mark, to breed you strong as ever. Precum leaks for the engorged red tip and a hiss escapes his lips, the feeling of powerlessness consuming him in waves of a maddening, unprecedented carnality. The only thing the mighty demon overlord can do to mimic the divine feeling of your cunt being spreading the glossy drop around his overly sensitive tip, grip his cock even tighter as he strokes himself harder and faster, like a maniac.

How the mighty have fallen, he thinks to himself, he’s completely cunt struck by you.

Naturally, he’s gonna make you pay for it.

Alastor fucks himself fast and hard, trying to pic up the breakneck speed he usually does when he’s burying himself inside your heat, his grip sometimes painful. Exactly how the way he wants to be next time he fucks you.

The raw carnality consuming him is too overbearing, so overbearing he closes his burning red eyes as his brain process the severity of his situation: he found the perfect plaything, a deliciously submissive doe for him to breed until she’s numb with the feeling of his cock thrusting into her, completely filled up by his seed. It made his rut more bearable, it made his rut pleasurable, everytime he needed to scratch that primal need you’re always there, always ready to completely submit to him, to completely ruin yourself for him. Alastor honestly thought having you always there, as fun as it was to toy with you that way, would make things better. But it actually made it worse. Because now he knows.

Oh fuck, now he knows.

More pre cum spills, running through Alastor’s claws, dripping and staining his pants, making a mess under him. But it’s not enough, because it will never be enough. It’s not your mess coating his cock, running through his claws, it’s not the sinful invitation of your wetness staining his clothes.

Realization hits him like a curse.

His wrist flicks around his cock with a purpose: to find relief in pain.

You’re the only thing he wants. You are the only woman he will ever want like that. You are the only one he wants to see the obscene amount of his seed dripping from a perfectly swollen red cunt. You are the only one who could possibly deserve this. Now he knows what it is like to feel, to want someone. To have an irrevocable connection. No one in heaven, hell, and all the other possible realms of creation have the right to even think of you in that way. You are his and that’s final.

Next time he takes you he will make sure you know that.

Stroking himself erratically now, Alastor pictures you peacefully sleeping next door, luscious body sprawled on the bed like you don’t have a care in the world. He wants the first thing you feel when you open your eyes is fear. Good, you should feel scared. You should be very, very scared of what he is going to do to you. He hopes to relish in fear in your eyes as he enters your tight pussy, stretching your velvet walls apart in ways you’ve never felt before. Being obscenely broken to accommodate the girth of his rut swollen cock.

Fear, because you should be scared. Fear because you aren’t. Fear because as the realization that Alastor needs you terrifies him, the realization that you fucking love the pain of being a submissive slut to the Radio Demon will undo you, in unholy ways.

The scene of your ass on his lap, red with regret from his whipping and a symphony of your soft moans overrides his mind. You were sobbing from those little whips? He’s gonna double that. He’s gonna give you something to truly cry about. He’s gonna see you cum from the pain of being whipped into submission and his voice only. Because it is what you deserve for making him feel like this. Because it is what you want.

He’s close now, he can tell. He’s gonna cum soon. And it is not going to be inside your pussy. Alastor is enraged about that.

A clawed hand grips the wall besides him. He strokes himself at a merciless pace. Just as merciless as he is gonna be with you. He knows your body like the palm of the hand that is clawing the wall because of the maddening desire he has for you. He’s gonna lure you so you purposefully make a mistake. Just so you can give him the excuse to punish you into understanding that you are irrevocably his. He’s gonna take all of you as it is his right.

His cock twitches, claws scratch the posh wallpaper all the way down, he spills so much cum, all over his lap, his hand.

The sight of Alastor’s flustered face, in post orgasmic daze after mercilessly touching himself at the thought of you is something you definitely should see. But he will never let you.

Because now his mind is clear, he knows it and delights in acceptance. You are his, his mate, his love.

And he’s gonna take his sweet time torturing you into compliance and understanding. With pain, pleasure and all that is Alastor’s nature.

#atençao creuzeback vamos lá que vai começar a baixaria #alstor #hazbin hotel #hazbim hotel fic #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x reader smut #the radio demon x you #the radio demon x reader #baixaria

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mizading · 1 year ago

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UPPER MOON YANDERE HEADCANONS~ PT.2

Characters: Muzan, Gyutaro, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, Gyokko, Kaigaku.

A/N: I would like to thank Yoshinohirmet for the request! I thoroughly enjoyed adding to my Yandere Upper Moon series. As for my readers, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the love. Take care of yourselves and enjoy <3

Warnings : Verbal abuse, Physical abuse, violence, obsession, Yandere themes, etc.

Muzan ・❥・

Muzan, a man with a twisted secret.

You’re the one chosen to take on the role of the demon's wife.

Muzan's obsession won’t be known.

As far as you know, you’re only here to maintain his facade of a perfect family.

Your only job is to help him live a "normal" life and keep his true identity hidden.

Deep down, a twisted spiral of obsession consumes Muzan slowly but entirely.

Although you serve a purpose that benefits Muzan, it’s merely an appropriate excuse for Muzan to get close to you.

Something about you is as intoxicating as his desire for the blue spider lily.

He himself can’t explain his unhealthy attraction to you.

Each day, he loses more and more control over this dark passion that burns inside.

Muzan needs you entirely. He’ll tell you lies until his last breath, just to keep you dependent.

You need him; you’re merely nothing without Muzan. You serve no purpose other than being his.

Muzan prefers to silently watch and stalk.

Seeing you exist and your movements, untainted by the presence of another, satisfies his desire ever so slightly.

Muzan just loves the way you exist naturally when nobody is around. Everything about you is fascinating. The way your eyebrows furrow while reading, the way you bite your lip when focusing, how your right eye is a bit wider when you smile—he loves it all.

In your eyes, you disgust Muzan. You serve no purpose other than being his "wife". He barely speaks to you, let alone acknowledges your presence.

At least, that is what you believe.

Muzan will slip one day. He can’t keep pretending that his body doesn’t yearn for you. He’s slowly losing control.

Muzan's spiral of hidden obsession will eventually engulf you both.

Gyutaro ・❥・

You’re the only thing that Gyutaro has—the only possession of his that is worth anything.

If Gyutaro doesn’t have you, he has less than nothing.

Nights would be spent with him obsessively touching and admiring you.

Over-the-top praise would be whispered in your ear as his fingers shakily traced your supple skin.

Gyutaro has a meal schedule set in place for you.

He desperately needs to see you in the best condition possible; he knows more than anyone what it’s like to almost die from starvation.

Gyutaro treats you as a trophy to show off, his little pretty lover.

Although he doesn’t take well to other men or women staring at or touching you.

One gaze that lasts too long from another sends Gyutaro into a blinding rage.

Gyutaro has a lingering fear that you'll see someone who meets your unattainable level.

He won’t ever have the only thing that he has in his pathetic life taken from him.

Gyutaro secretly craves your acceptance—just a small reassurance that he isn’t the scum of the earth.

Deep down, he fantasizes about being attractive and finally being able to proudly call himself your lover without utter shame and embarrassment.

Gyutaros strength is the only thing he has an ounce of confidence in.

He may never be able to compare to something as small as your hand when it comes to looks, but he can protect you proudly.

Gyutaro will gladly give up his life for you over and over again.

Sekido ・❥・

Not a soul was safe from Sekido’s wrath, but you were somehow the exception?

You were on a mission with other demon-slayers when you first met him.

Your existence hypnotized Sekido; every movement of yours made his own existence worthless to him.

All that mattered in the moment was you.

Your comrades were killed in no time; as for you? He didn’t lay a single hand on you.

All attempts to hurt Sekido were futile.

Sekido doesn’t want to take you by force, but he will if he has to.

Sekido would take you into hiding. For now, he wants you to himself with nobody to interfere.

Months would be spent with him in the forest.

Days consist of him admiring you, trying to figure out what's so special about you.

Why do you make him feel this way?

Sekido wouldn’t force physical contact until his emotions were too much to bear; he'd hold out for as long as possible.

Once he actually gets his hands on you, it’s hard for him to control himself.

Sekido isn’t exactly gentle with you; he has too much pent-up anger, but he tries.

Disobeying in any form earns you verbal abuse or physical restraint.

Don’t test Sekido; he can’t always control himself.

Urogi ・❥・

You make excitement run its course through Urogi’s body.

Such a beautiful specimen you were through his eyes.

Urogis feathers can’t help but ruffle at the thought of you belonging to him.

His sizable wings would wrap around you tightly, preventing you from leaving as he dragged you to a new location.

Somewhere, the two of you could stay together for as long as you both live.

Seeing the fear in your eyes, hearing your screams, and watching your hopeless attempts to escape makes his fire of excitement burn brighter.

Urogi knows that such a smart and beautiful person as you would soon understand that he is what's best for you.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever come close to his love.

Attempt to escape, and you’re wrapped in his soft but chilling wings again.

"Can’t you see how good I am for you? Keep up this bad behavior; you’re making things much more exciting."

Urogi wouldn’t use any of his abilities on you; he doesn’t need to.

His physical strength alone is enough to keep you his. It’s much more entertaining this way.

The way Urogi scans your body using his blinding yellow eyes with a soft but chilling smile on his face makes you weak in the knees.

He’s expresses nothing but joy and excitement, no matter what you attempt to do.

There is something awfully off about Urogi; he knows this, and you know this.

Karaku ・❥・

Karakus's obsessiveness is only natural; it goes hand in hand with pleasure.

There have been many that Karaku has been fond of, but nobody could dare touch your level.

The way your little face scrunches up with determination while you swing useless slashes at him drives Karaku crazy.

Your hopelessness is so precious to him.

Karaku pays an awful amount of attention to your body; the way you maneuver fascinates him.

Karaku thoroughly enjoys touching you unexpectedly; he simply does it to see the way your body reacts.

You’re basically Karaku's doll, his new porcelain doll wrapped in plastic.

He’ll do anything in his power to make you completely dependent on him and him alone.

Karaku breaking and molding you into his little dependent doll is only a cover-up for how much he needs you.

If you need him, he won’t ever have to worry about the one thing he needs most escaping from his grasp.

It takes much effort to make Karaku the slightest bit unhappy.

Throw a tantrum? He thinks it's cute.

Hurt him? He enjoys pinning you down, Karaku will put up with all of your antics.

The only thing that can manage to set off Karaku is trying to escape.

Attempting to escape his grasp drives him mad; why would you ever try to leave him?

Karaku will hunt you down until the second he takes his last breath.

Gyokko ・❥・

You were the first thing to make Gyokko pause in awe, besides his own vases.

A mere human with beauty that puts one of his vases to shame? Gyokko couldn’t wrap his mind around the phenomenon.

Gyokko spent a couple of weeks stalking you from the shadows.

He needed to capture your beauty somewhere, and that somewhere was on a vase.

Gyokko spends hours studying your features, painting out every little detail of your existence on an empty vase.

Your essence needed to be captured permanently.

Gyokko wants nothing more than to show you his work—just something, anything that’ll impress you.

All he wants is your validation—to make you pause in awe just as much as he did when he first laid eyes on you.

Deep down, Gyokko knows better; he shouldn’t dare show himself.

He has just enough sense left to acknowledge his form, half of his body encapsulated in a vase, and a terrifying face as a cherry on top.

Gyokko only has enough confidence to watch you silently from the depths of the night.

By now, there are at least fifty vases, all in your name.

Gyokko quenches his heart's desire for you by admiring you on his vases; it’s almost as if you’re really there.

Somehow, someday Gyokko will have you posing right before his eyes as he paints every inch of you.

Kaigaku ・❥・

On the outside, Kaigaku is seen as an arrogant narcissist.

What lies inside is someone insecure, who craves your acceptance more than anything.

Kaigaku ingrained your low worth compared to him into your head.

This is the only way he knows how to keep you by his side for as long as you live.

If you continue to stray, Kaigaku will resort to physical violence.

He knows no better; this is the only way in his clouded mind.

There are moments where Kaigaku gets slightly vulnerable.

This typically only happens after a battle.

Kaigaku will spend hours on end begging for your acceptance.

The demon only wants to hear that he still has a purpose, even if it's minor.

His vulnerability is hidden once more the next day.

Kaigaku will return to his verbally abusive ways, denying anything that happened the night before.

Kaigaku's only worry is that you'll see through his facade.

He can’t bear the thought of you seeing him for who he truly is.

Until that day comes, Kaigaku will force you to be by his side.

With him, you are nothing more than his puppet.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭

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kumimi3 · 9 months ago

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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋! : " 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒... " ❛ 𝟶𝟸 ; 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚘 , 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚖 ❜ - gn!reader , sfw | inbox request <;3 @diarrheas-stuff

they confuse you beyond limit when you once met them, you feel the way their eyes on you but they don't pay attention to you as they did behind your back.

Jake, the ever so extroverted one could only laugh so timidly just to hide the stutters of his words, cringing underneath but still holds enough bravery to shoot you a pick-up line

"Hey miss, you single? 'Cuz I'm available~"

The subsequent eye roll received from Samuel couldn't stop you from showing a meek laughter, blushing softly from Jake's words. The sight of you flustered was a sight for sore eyes, can't you see the way they stare at you like you're a breath of fresh air? You're completely the apple of their eyes since then, just you.

Often times, when the wind becomes too cold, you could hear the footsteps of Samuel, stoic eyes eyeing you below and from the immense hold of his eye contact, you only now noticed his black blazer has been hovered over your shoulders, enveloping you like a blanket

"I suggest you start checking the weather before you go, otherwise you would've been freezing to death if I wasn't here... You dummy."

masked by the blunt words of his choosing, he isn't very well at hiding his care for you, he showed it far too many times than he intended that you can only chuckle at his words before you open your arms to embrace him as a sign of gratitude

gosh, what have you done to him? You've raised the stakes of his beating heart and in turn makes you the culprit of all the feelings sprawled all over his mind: giddy, shy, smitten...

His hand reaches for something to hold, like the back of your head, and your lower back as well, moving you closer to his body. Can you feel the warmth he's emitting? He doesn't usually feel this hot around the people who surround him at bars or clubs, he could only ever brush away their flirty remarks with no excuse

He isn't afraid to mingle around, nor can he give reasons of being 'taken' because he's not, but what could you be thinking if you see him with another person? Just the thought has him clicking his tongue, quite bitter than he intended it to be

if there was anything stopping him from mingling around, it's you. But it's not like he'll complain, you're the one person he'll choose anytime anyway.

Jake was your ride or die, every minute with him was a rollercoaster beyond any amusement parks he brought you to

all wrapped in his suave personality, he guides you through the flirts and surprises he has in store, ever since the three of you were young, he has expressed his adoration ever so boldly, even now

From the single flower that has been dusted in dirt because he has run into a gang fight, to the bouquet of flowers he had bundled together, each flower being the ones you've liked through the years because--of course--he remembered. From the paper rings he would often create with his notes, to the expensive ring he bought as he casually slips it on your fourth finger, declaring it as a promise of his love

"See, isn't it pretty? It's a promise ring, you know... So that once everything isn't messy anymore, i'll replace that with an engagement ring."

The day the two men drifted apart, it was heartbreaking to see your eyes shining in tears, blinking it away as you feel Jake's finger caressing your cheeks and Samuel's head gently patting your hair behind you

Ever since then, they couldn't to leave you all alone, they've settled their hatred aside and would gladly take care of you together. It was unknown when the three of you established being in a 'poly relationship' but they couldn't care less that they're both sharing you

in all honesty, if there was another man to share you with, Jake was more than happy for it to be Samuel than any other average and boring lad out there. Gladly it was the same for Samuel, he can view Jake as his rival all day long but he's aware he's the best one out of all, someone worthy to share you with

They are your guard dogs when you walk in the middle of them, other people who ogle at you will be earning glares from none other than Samuel himself, his muscular body and face is enough to make them cower away, but no, they have to receive the insults of Jake as well before leaving, hearing the way he laughs at them before his slender fingers finds sanctuary on your waist and Samuel who is holding your hand with his big one

"They're pretty aren't they? Yeah you ain't getting a chance on them, now moving along!"

"Pathetic fuckers..." Samuel mutters, guiding you through the luxurious restaurant as he smacks Jake's head to behave, quite a cute interaction if you ask

Long minutes have passed and for what seemed to be a simple but lavish date has turned into a frenzy once Jake carried you bridal style and exited the restaurant, laughing loudly together when you see Samuel's baffled expression before running after the two of you

It was then you realized that Jake had brought you to a silent park, only now did you notice it was the same park you three would often go to after school, pouting as you would bandage the bruises of the two men after their fights with other gangs, earning the title of being their 'pretty little nurse'

Sitting on the same bench as before, your head rests on Samuel's head as your legs lay comfortable on Jake's lap, merely being nostalgic with the sudden memories from 3 years ago when you three were still so carefree

But they wouldn't change it for anything, Gosh look what the three of you had, you're all still here, and that's all they could ever ask for, to be together.

#x reader #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #samuel seo #jake kim #lookism manhwa #lookism fluff #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #lookism fic

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cheshirebitch · 9 months ago

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Alastor x Reader

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕕 (oneshot?)

*Angst, angst, angst. How would we feel if I wrote more for this small oneshot? If enough people want it, I can expand it with either more angst or some spicy scenes. Read and review sweethearts <3*

“(Y/n)!” I never lost my cool, never. Yet here I was holding the dagger into Adam’s chest. Alastor looked at me slightly panicked as to why the final blow Adam was about to deliver never came but instead a shout of my name did. Charlie covered her mouth as Lucifer whispered a quiet, “Oh no.” I twisted the blade inside Adam sharply as he sputtered out gold blood.

“What did you do?” Alastor whispered behind me. He was able to see my one wing chopped off clean as my blood mixed with the pool of gold beneath Adam and I. I pulled the dagger out of Adam and watched him fall backwards, dying out on the ground like a roach he was. My eyes locked with Charlie as I smiled sadly, there was no way I could be redeemed now. I failed her by killing the first man. My knees buckled from the lack of strength. Bleeding out was slowly killing me like that roach. Alastor clambered over to me, angry as he gripped my shoulders.

“What did you do!” He was bleeding pretty good from his slash on his chest. My hands pulled Alastor’s face in as I kissed him, hard. Passion was pouring from the kiss, enough to almost make up for the tension between us since I joined the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor looked surprised at first before pulling me tight against himself, kissing me just as hard back. Familiar black and red claws ran up into my hair, tugging it, and around my waist. The weight of everything sliding off my shoulders with ease. His touch caressed the tension out of my body, the way we separated for a short second to catch our breaths only to slam our lips against each other again, and the way he fucking held me. I was his and only his, forever and always. Even if I die here on this ground, inside the pool of red and gold blood. I didn’t care what I had to do, if I even had to be a fallen angel, I was always going to crawl back to this man.

Alastor broke away again from the kiss, breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against mine. His claw fingers twirling my hair around, but carefully brushing it out of my face when needed. A wet tear dripped onto my face, quickly brushed away as fast as it fell. That’s when I opened my eyes and noticed his smile was gone, he had his eyes closed as another tear slid out his eyes. Red eyes met mine, looking between them before a sigh.

“Don’t leave me.”

(As always, characters belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day)

#fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #xreader #oneshot

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b3llasdears · 9 months ago

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"the savior of the seas"

Sasaki kojiro x amphitrite! Reader

warning ⚠️ marriage problems

● You were a Nereid, a very beautiful one, but what was really important was that you were the wife of Poseidon.

● You didn't want to marry him, but you were afraid of him, so you agreed.

● Even after having children, you never loved him, and he never loved you, you only used each other to keep up appearances.

● The most you felt for each other was lust, although for Poseidon it was not enough, if it had been he would not have slept with every woman he found.

● Poseidon was the same as with everyone with you, he never saw your eyes, not even in the altar, he hardly even spoke to you, and we are not going to talk about what he was like with your children

● you thought you would never be happy, that you would never be free from the sea

but then the day came, the ragnarok

● You had not known much about humanity since you married Poseidon, mostly because he didn't like you going out. but from what other gods told you and the situation in which humanity was, they had done something terrible

● You were there since your husband had decided to fight. If what you thought was true, you hoped that the gods would win and humanity would be exterminated, but still, deep down inside you, you wanted poseidon to die

● And apparently your wishes were heard by a greater deity, since Poseidon died at the hands of a swordsman, Sasaki Kojiro.

● You didn't know what to do, on one hand you were happy because now you were free, but on the other hand you didn't know what was going to happen to the seas without him, now you were the goddess of the seas? Were you even still the queen?

● After thinking about it for a while you decided to go see that human who killed your husband, Is it normal that you feel so much admiration for the human who killed your husband?

● After searching for a while you found the infirmary and asked to see the human. and there, you finally met him

"Oh, hello miss, I don't think I know you."

"I am (name), the wife of Poseidon"

"What"

● yeah, you almost killed sasaki when you told him that

● believe me when I tell you that that man almost gets on his knees apologizing

"I'm not upset! I... I came to thank you"

● Well, now he was confused.

● You explained your marital situation to him and he understood you better, although he kept saying sorry

"Well... Miss (name), how about you watch the fights with us?"

● Now that Poseidon was dead you didn't really care about the fights, but this was your chance to learn more about the human, so you gladly accepted.

● Everyone was confused when they saw the goddess (name), wife of Poseidon, talking to the human who murdered her husband as an equal, but if there was one thing that Poseidon had taught you, was that what other idiots thought didn't matter.

● Kondo and Hrist were confused, and Okita wanted to know if you could fight like Poseidon, but that wasn't the important thing, the important thing was that you were able to talk more with sasaki

● You asked about the swordsmen who were supporting him in the stands, about his history as an swordsman, about how he met kondo and okita, and several more things

● You also went with him when he faced the 7 gods of fortune, but you stayed hidden

● Although that doesn't mean you weren't close to using the water from the fountain to send them flying.

● You didn't really like that Sasaki had some admiration for Poseidon, but you didn't say anything.

now assuming humanity wins...

● Now you were officially the queen of the seas, meaning, everything that belonged to Poseidon was now yours.

● you had so much wealth that you yourself wondered what to do with it, until something crossed your mind.

● The next day you appeared at Sasaki's minka with a lot of gifts, katanas, kimonos, yukatas, if you didn't give him a castle it was because they had to build it first

● Sasaki did not reject your gifts, but he asked you not to give him such expensive things, he was fine with things made of wood

● You began to appear in Sasaki's minka to invite him to do things, several times you used magic to submerge him under the sea and show him sea creatures and corals of different colors

● Sasaki also wanted to make things for you, once he tried to get you to eat sushi, yeah, that didn't turn out well.

● But he tried and apologized later!

● It didn't take you long to realize that you were in love, the real problem was your fear, clearly after being in a terrible marriage for millennia you had some problems

● You were lucky that Sasaki confessed to you first.

● If there was an award for the most clingy couple, you would definitely win it.

● this man made you notice how touch starved you were

● Who would have thought that a war between gods and humans would have to happen so that you could finally be happy?

● You know, that's a pretty entertaining story to tell the kids.

*says she's only going to write about Leonidas, Thor and Heracles* *proceeds to write about Sasaki*

#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #sasaki kojiro #snv sasaki kojiro #ror sasaki kojiro #snv sasaki kojiro x reader #ror sasaki kojiro x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #sasaki kojiro x reader

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year ago

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In which you and Leon get married - Too Close One Shot.

Today was the day.

In exactly six hours, you would officially be married to Leon.

You would officially be Mrs Kennedy.

Leon felt another wave of nervousness wash over him at that. He wasn’t nervous about marrying you. No, not at all. He was worried about what it meant when you would officially be tied to him.

You would become an even bigger target to the many enemies he had made over the past decade. But you knew the risks, and he had given you many outs leading up to this day. Not even that could make him feel at ease.

Still, he was overjoyed at finally tying the knot with you. And he would spend the rest of his life making sure you were happy, and most importantly, safe.

God knows he’d die a happy man, simply because he got to spend a portion of his life with you, the love of his life and the very reason he was here now.

He had pretty much given you full control over the wedding, insisting that he would gladly go along with anything you wanted and planned. You wanted something simple, small and quiet, and he couldn’t be more on board with that.

Leon only had a few people that he wanted there, some being Chris, Harvey, Claire, Jill and his mom. He was glad to hear that your guest list was small as well.

Since your dad pretty much controlled everything you did before you met Leon, you only had a handful of friends you were still in contact with from high school.

Despite your relationship not being a “normal” one since it started, you insisted that you do the whole ‘we’re not allowed to see each other the day before the wedding’ thing. Leon really didn’t care for tradition, that was obvious, but he went along with it just because you asked him to.

If you asked, he would deliver, and it was as simple as that.

God, he was whipped, and he had been since the day you opened the door in your shorts and fuzzy socks.

Leon found himself reaching for his phone from his place on the bed of your shared house, the quietness that surrounded him unfamiliar. Growing up, Leon had to listen to his dad scream at both him and his mom for hours on end, so he wasn’t used to being submitted to a large amount of calmness.

It was eerie, and he only was granted the bittersweet life of silence when he moved out and was forced to live on his own for a few years. That was way before he met you, and ever since you entered his life, you had successfully flipped his world back to the chaotic blur it was before.

That was probably why he couldn’t stop himself from calling you.

He needed to hear your voice, even though he’d be seeing you in just a few hours. He missed you.

“Leon?” You sounded both confused and excited, and he closed his eyes at the sound of your sweet voice.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he said quietly and opened his eyes, ignoring the ache in his chest at how badly he wanted to be with you right now. Just a few more hours…

“Hi,” you say back and he could hear some rustling in the background. Leon begged you to just let him stay in the guest room for a day and text you to let you know when he needed to go grab food or whatever so you could leave the room, but you insisted on staying at a hotel with your friend, Kim.

He hadn’t seen you in over sixteen hours, and he was briefly reminded of how it was like to be with you while you were still living with your dad.

Leon was selfish now and could barely make it a day without needing to see you. He couldn’t believe he used to be able to go weeks without so much as a phone call from you.

“What’s up?” Your voice brought him back and out of his own head. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.” You were joking, but he could still hear the small bit of nervousness in your voice.

He shook his head, despite you not being able to see him. “No, never,” he answered and heard you sigh in relief. “I just missed you. Needed to hear your voice.”

Leon could picture the pretty smile that most likely took over your face at his words. “I miss you, too, baby,” you nearly whisper. “In a couple of hours, I’ll officially be yours forever. Or for as long as you want me.”

“Forever sounds good to me,” came his instant reply. “I love you, pretty girl. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you,” you say back. “Now, let me get back to making myself look presentable for you.”

Five and a half hours went by and it was considered a miracle that Leon had managed to make it that long, on top of the previous sixteen hours.

The sun was beating down on him, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

It was the middle of October, so the air wasn’t exactly hot, and it was shaping out to be the perfect day for a wedding. While you had been planning out your dream wedding since you were a little girl, Leon hadn’t put much thought into it.

A few months back when you were going over the beginning process of the planning, you had asked him what his ideal wedding would be like, and after pressing him with a few more questions, he simply said, “The only time I ever thought about getting married was when I was nine years old, and all I wanted was a Halloween themed wedding,”

While his words had been the truth, he had never expected you to take his idea and run with it.

Your dream wedding was relatively simple; a beach wedding with a small guest list and good catering.

Leon wasn’t sure how you could’ve possibly been able to combine the two, but you did.

An autumn themed wedding on the beach.

He was pretty much hooked after that.

Your friends and the venue workers had spent countless hours setting the whole thing up, and Leon knew you would fall in love with how it turned out.

He had given you full control over the flower choice, because come on, and you had chosen roses. Red, orange and yellow roses were scattered around the beach, and petals lined the aisle right up to the small platform he was currently standing on.

Leon didn’t know that orange and yellow roses were even a thing until now, but he was quickly becoming fond of the flower, simply because you had chosen it.

Dark red ribbons lined the backs of the chairs and wrapped around the pillars of the dining section, and black lanterns were placed on the middle of the tables. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, this was pretty much exactly how his nine year old self pictured his future wedding, minus the zombies and chocolate milk fountain.

You had somehow managed to take his idea, mash it with yours and create the perfect wedding.

The arch behind him was littered with the roses and pinecones, and a few feet behind that was the ocean. Even the waves were calm today, creating the perfect backdrop to your unitement.

From where he stood, Leon could see yours and his house, and he couldn’t wait to take you back there once you were married. Beside Leon stood Chris, and Harvey was next to him, as he waited for your arrival.

While Leon didn’t have very many friends from high school, and he’d like to think that was because he dropped out not even halfway through it, the few he managed to make and somewhat keep in contact with were sitting on the right side of the aisle. Claire and Jill were in the second row, the two barely being able to stay seated due to their excitement. The friend he had stayed with for a while after moving out of his parents house, Mitch, was there, too, as well as his mom, who looked nothing short of beautiful as she gazed up at him with unshed tears in her eyes.

It was so like her to cry before anything actually happened, and Leon found himself smiling at that fact.

The smile was instantly wiped from his lips when she suddenly stood up, licked her thumb as she stepped up onto the platform, and began wiping at his face. “Jesus, mom,” he groaned as he put his hands on her hips and gently pushed her away. He swiped the back of his hand over his now wet cheek with a grimace as Chris and Harvey snorted beside him. “Was that necessary?”

She grabbed a tissue from her clutch and ran it along his face before stepping back off the platform. “Sorry, Leon, but I won’t let my son get married with a sand covered face,” she smiled at him as she sat down again, the seat next to her empty.

While Leon still didn’t care for his dad, he let his mom know that he could come if he felt the need to, and she assured him that she would pass the message along. He wasn’t surprised to see that his father had passed on the opportunity to see his only kid get married, and he was also somewhat glad.

On the left side of the aisle were some of your childhood friends, as well as your highschool friends. Towards the back rows were a few older men and women, all being friends of your mother who had stayed in touch with you long after she passed.

Sometimes Leon believed you didn’t know just how many people had your back and cared for you, and this was just further proof. You had sent out the invitations, completely convinced that they wouldn’t show up, but here they were, more than happy to share this day with you when your mom couldn’t.

Towards the front of the row was your grandparents, both on your mom and dad’s side. As far as they knew, you and your dad had a fallout after your mom passed, and that was why he wasn’t here to walk you down the aisle.

In his place was your mothers dad, his features much like hers but aged, and Leon was glad you would have at least a piece of your mom here with you.

Nearly half an hour passed when Leon was informed that you were here and that the ceremony was about to begin. At that, Chris turned to face his friend, straightened out his tie, then slapped him on the back. “You ready for this?”

“Beyond ready,”

It was only a few seconds after that when Alyssa, a friend of yours, walked down the aisle with a bouquet of red and orange roses. She wore a peach colored dress and silver heels, her ability to walk on sand in them being more than impressive.

She stood off to the left of the officiant, followed by Kim, another friend from high school, and the one who had stayed at the hotel with you the night prior. Kim wore a knee high dress that matched Alyssa’s, but her bouquet held red and yellow roses.

Then there was you.

You, who looked effortlessly beautiful in your long sleeved dress that looked like a modernized version of the one he saw your mom wearing in the photos at your old house.

The sleeves were lace, as was the skirt part of the dress, while the chest part of it was a solid white. Your veil was lace, too, and looked so pretty from its place above your low bun. Curled side bangs frame your face, and Leon felt his heart get caught in his throat when your eyes finally met his.

While he originally felt weird about the formal tux he was not used to wearing, the sight of you wearing something just as, if not more, formal had his thoughts and doubts put to rest.

In the hand that wasn’t holding onto your grandfather was a bigger bouquet, filled with all three colored roses, and he could see the way your ring sparkled in the sun as you made your way down the aisle.

A permanent smile was on your lips as you held eye contact with him the whole way down, only breaking it when you turned your head so your grandfather could kiss your cheek.

Then he handed you off.

Kim took your bouquet as you held Leon’s hands in yours, blinking away oncoming tears as you waited for the okay to begin saying your vows. He glanced down and smiled at the sight of your necklace, the one he had given you seven months into the relationship.

Unable to stop himself, Leon tugs you forward and presses his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss, one that left you grinning up at him when he pulled away. It was then time for him to say the words he had memorized months ago, “Y/n,” he began, and the rest of the world quickly washed away as his eyes met your tear filled ones. “I would say I don’t know where to begin, but something tells me I’m not allowed to lie at a time like this.”

You laughed, the sound making his face heat up and his ears ring at how sweet you were in all definitions of the word.

“I remember the exact moment I fell in love with you. Your hair was messy and you looked so caught off guard when this random guy showed up at your house. Even though I looked a lot worse than I do now, you still welcomed me with open arms, which is something you should never do, by the way,” his eyes strayed from yours for only a second to cast a wary glance at the guests, who all just laughed quietly. “We talked for hours and you had me thinking about things I hadn’t thought about in years by the end of the night. You had me thinking that love was real and that I might’ve just experienced it for the first time in my life. I can tell you now that I was yours from that night on.”

Your eyes filled with more tears, and Leon reached one hand up to caress the side of your face.

“I fell in love with you from the second I met you, and every minute I’ve spent with you since then has been a dream. Growing up, I didn’t think I could ever get out of my own head and put myself out there enough to be able to find someone and settle down. You proved me wrong with one look, and I am forever grateful for that. I’m grateful for you and everything you are,” his thumb wiped away a tear that fell from your eye as you gazed up at him as if he was your entire world. “You’re my person, my better half and the reason I’m able to stand in front of our friends and family today as a changed man.”

From behind him, Harvey quietly cleared his throat and if he could see his face, Leon was sure the brunet was holding back tears of his own.

“You changed every negative thing about me and turned them into positives. Every outlook I have on life has been altered because of you, and I find myself excited for every new day ahead of me as I know you’ll be right there to spend it with me. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I can’t thank you enough for the man I’ve become since I met you,” he took your hand in his again as he finished up, “I promise to spend every second of every day of our lives making you as happy as you make me. No time in the world will ever be long enough, but I will spend the rest of my life cherishing you and continuing to love everything you are. I promise that I will take care of you and protect you for as long as I live.”

Leon wanted to ensure you that as long as you were with him, he would do everything in his power to make sure you were safe. He was still nervous about the whole idea of you becoming his wife, because of his past, but he was also prepared to give up everything to keep you in his life, his own safety be damned.

When he is done, you take a shaky inhale as you fight off more tears. “Wow, Leon, I’m supposed to top that?” You ask under your breath. He just smirks at you and shrugs, his thumb running over your knuckles as you try to compose yourself. “Leon, I was a shell of a person when I met you. I tried so hard to be the person others expected me to be, and along the way I lost sight of who I really was. Who I am. Not only did you bring me back, but you helped me become the best version of myself. Because of you, I know who I am and what I’m meant to do. I’m convinced I was supposed to meet you, fall head over heels in love with you, and stand before you today, where it’s acceptable to brag about just how good I have it in front of everyone we know.”

Leon couldn’t hold back the grin that took over his face, and he tugged you even closer.

“And it’s true. You are, by far, the best person in my life, and you have been since the minute I met you. You are everything I could ever want in my life, and there aren’t enough words in the world that are strong enough to describe just how much you mean to me, and just how much I love you,” you pause for a second to quickly take a breath before you started full on sobbing in front of your friends and family. “My future looks bright when I know I’ll have you by my side every step of the way. Nothing else matters when I’m with you.”

You adjust your hands so your fingers are laced with his.

“I’ve never had this much fun, never been this excited about anything before I met you. You’re everything, Leon Kennedy. You’re my world, my soulmate and the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you today, tomorrow and forever, which looks amazing as long as it’s with you,” you needed to wrap it up before you weren’t able to hold back your tears any longer. “I vow to spend the rest of our lives being your number one supporter, your greatest fan, and the person you turn to when things get tough. I can only hope I am able to make things even a little bit easier for you, because loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

In a rare sight, Leon’s eyes were lined with tears as he locked his jaw to stop his lip from quivering. He tears his eyes away from yours and looks over at the officiant, who gestures for Chris to hand him the rings. Leon takes the band from him and slides it onto your finger, the sight of it matching your engagement ring making a warm feeling fill his body. “I love you,”

“I love you,” you say back as you slide the bigger band onto his finger.

The ceremony wrapped up with a few words shared by the officiant, and when Leon was told he was allowed to kiss his bride, he went all in. His hands found either side of your face as he leaned down to place a searing kiss to your lips. Your arms wrap around his middle as the sounds of cheers erupted around you.

Leon’s hands slid down your body and grip your waist as he deepened the kiss, taking you with him as he stood to his full height. He lifted you off the ground just slightly, making you wrap your arms around his shoulders with a small laugh against his mouth.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds before guiding you into two more quick kisses. When he set you back down on the ground, he took your hand in his as he led you back up the aisle.

After signing a few papers, Leon was leading you towards the dining tent. You had promised him you had gotten into contact with the best catering company possible, and had given them both yours and his lists of what you wanted.

Keeping true to your untraditional wedding, you skipped over dinner and went to cut the cake first. You always had a bit of a sweet tooth, so Leon wasn’t all that surprised to feel your hand tug on his as you led him over to the table.

His arms were wrapped around you as he helped you cut the biggest cake he had ever seen in his life, his body gently swaying against yours. The flavor was still a mystery to him, but just the outside of the cake had him eager to find out what was hidden inside it.

It was wrapped in white fondant and had little red, orange and yellow roses made out of icing placed delicately on each tier. As you cut into it, he caught sight of the peach colored cake. He hummed as he dipped his head down so his lips were brushing against the side of your neck, “Let me guess,” he trailed off, gently sucking your skin, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He would save that for when he took you home. “Peach?”

You shake your head with a grin. “That’s not a very fall flavor, is it?”

Oh, so you had really taken his one idea and ran with it.

He guided you towards one of the tables, pulling you down so you were sitting on his lap instead of the chair beside his. Harvey, Chris, Kim, Alyssa, Jill and Claire were sitting at the table as well, but Leon barely glanced in their direction as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

You snuggled against him as you held the plate in your hand, bringing the fork up to his mouth and grinning when he ate the cake without question. After you set the fork down, you raise your hand to wipe away some frosting from his lip with your thumb. “Any guesses?”

Leon shook his head, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. “No idea,” he answered, licking the frosting from your thumb. “But it tastes good.”

You grin again and open your mouth when he takes the fork and feeds you a bite of the cake. Humming, you press a kiss to his lips, “It’s apple and hazelnut,”

Leon kisses you again in response. “I love it,”

You set the plate down on the table and wrap your arms around his neck. “Just wait until you try the pumpkin cheesecake,” you whisper against his mouth, the quiet groan that left his lips making your body react with need. “And the ginger cupcakes. And the caramel squares.”

Another groan escapes his mouth as he pulls you even closer to him. “Are you trying to turn me on, pretty girl?”

You laugh quietly, tangling your hands in his hair and making it messy. “Is it working?”

He nods and kisses you again. “All of that sounds amazing, baby,” he says in between kisses. “But there’s something else I’m dying to taste, too.”

Your face heats up and you give him another chaste kiss before pulling away and sitting up. “Sorry,” you managed to say as you felt yourself beginning to feel flustered. “But that’s just going to have to wait until we get home, husband.”

Yet another groan leaves him as he runs his hands up and down your sides. “Say that again,”

Grinning, you eat another forkful of cake before murmuring, “Husband,” and holding up your left hand, wiggling your fingers as your rings reflected off the string lights.

Leon runs the tip of his nose along your jaw. “I have one more hour in me, at most,” he warns, only half serious. “Then I’m taking you home, wife.”

Stating again that this is based off the events that took place in the Too Close series ♡ | This is not a stand alone imagine.

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pynkgothicka · 2 years ago

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Synopsis - Just some general Headcanons for one of my favorite game series and characters!!

Tags and Warnings - Harm Towards the Reader, that's all I got.

Authors Note - THIS IS SO CRINGE (please don't unfollow me I'm going through a phase (I'm working on BTS reqs rn I swear))

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Kratos

Literally is known for killing, and will gladly do it again

Your like family to him and he's seen too many of those he considered family betray him and die

Pre Norse Kratos would be at his absolute worst peak. Any little thing would result in someone else dying.

Looked at you wrong? Cut in Half.

Someone told you something? Eyes Gouged out.

And the worst someone did to you the more serious Kratos would punish them, or really kill them.

His rage is met with something that calms him, makes him feel grounded, aka you.

But my god is he gentle with you, no matter what. He touches you almost like you'd break if he used anymore force.

Even with the little words he uses when talking to you, he truly loves and cares for you. All he wants is for that love to be recognized and given back to him.

But one thing for sure, Kratos kidnaps you. Just to keep you in his sights and a place he knows and can see you whenever

Post Norse Kratos is much more pleasant to be around. He's more stern, more calm, much more approachable, even if needing a much more deeper urge too.

Plus if your good with Atreus, that only makes things better. He sees that maternal aspect in you instantly

However no matter what he keeps is past closer off to you because he doesn't want you to think any different of him.

(HE LOVES BIG WOMEN GUYS I SAID IT. HE GOT TOO. (all his dead wives are skinny (let me be delusional)))

You yelled out running into the middle of of snow. It was freezing cold but you couldn't stop anytime soon. Or else you'd be trapped back in that house, never to see the light of day.

You heard him.

Heavy, labored breaths behind you.

You ducked down behind a rock, trying to slow your breathing. This was hopeless, but you had to Atleast try. Maybe Freya would help you or something, she does a have a thing against your captor.

“Do you wish to die out here.”

A hand went to your mouth, refusing to give in to the fear that overtook you.

“You cannot survive the cold. Come back. Do you not want to be home? With us?”

His footsteps grew louder, he knew what he was. He was intimidating, scary, deep down a killer.

And did he know how to use those aspects to his advantage.

A hand grabbed at your ankle and you were pulled up by your foot. You made direct eye contact with the wall of muscle that you'd grown to fear. His breathing was labored but he took a deep breath in, and sling you over onto his shoulder.

“We are to talk about this later. Understand?”

All you could do was sob silently and nod your head.

Freya

Man when I tell you shes reminded of what love feels like, she is reminded hard.

She's already broken, having almost everything taken away from her by Odin. But you mend those tears in her soul, binding them shut with your mere existence.

Freya would've instantly been drawn to you, seeing as all you wish to do is care for the people around you, being free from Odin's eye, as your inconsequential to him

She would grow to envy your freedom, as you traveled the realms as freely as you wished. Your absence would plague her, growing to be that without you she feels empty.

And it gets worse after Bauldur dies.

Once he's gone you flee quickly seeing what she's turned into. Fueled by rage and regret, she would have these outbursts of just heavy emotion. And so you left, avoiding Midgard at all costs.

It wouldn't be long until she finds you, being free from her curse. Freya would tackle you to the ground and capture you, vowing go nrver let you out of her sights again.

And she doesn't, she wants you to either be locked up and with her. And majoirty of the time it's with her. She wants a new spouse, someone to actually call her love and mean it.

“There you are!”

You were tackled to the ground, bound by vines that were never apart of the vegetation of the realm you called home.

The sight of a angered Freya came into view as your eyes opened. Her breathing was labored as she moved her hands, the vines still keeping you stuck. Her hands came to your cheek and you winced at her cold touch. A paled man stood over in the distance watching silently.

“Your just as beautiful as the day you left…” She mumbled to herself bringing your attention back to her. Freya's hands pressed against your cheeks as she leaned in, kissing your forehead passionately. The action almost mimicked a mother, trying to clam her new born baby.

But this wasn't the situation for that.

“Freya please we can tal-”

“So you know how much you hurt me?! You left me alone. Alone with my thoughts, I spiraled without you.” She yelled at you. This is one of the reasons you left in the first place, her mood can switch so easily. “But that's in the past, and all I care for is the future. One where you and me spend eternity together.”

Atreus (But in a platonic crushing way cause ya know he a minor)

He's crazy, literally whipped for you. He's considers you to be his best friend, and does a bunch of harmless flirting.

Of course he thinks your pretty, one of the prettiest people he's ever encountered and has he seen some things. But he knows that staying friends keeps him happier, and less stressed

Being a mortal really didn't help your case, if anything it made Atreus more protective of you and your safety.

Any situation he deemed to dangerous and unsafe for you, he'd make you stay behind (he takes after his father a lot.)

You often are the subject to which he vents too, it's rather unintentional, everything that's happened and is currently happening to him is just so stressful. And god knows he couldn't vent to his father or Sindri.

He has this thing for showing you the world through his eyes. Like he'll tell you what animals are saying and how they're just like him and you. The beauty of nature is something he just has to show you

One thing that's worrisome is how impulsive he is. He's so quick to stand his guard and protect you when it comes to you and your safety. Key example is Heimdall, in which he never liked. Atreus hates how the blonde talks to you, in fact he would immediately pull out the wolf when Heimdall even mentions you.

Off note, Atreus will bring you to Asgard with him. No matter what you say he'll want you to be there with him. His excuse is that you'd make a great duo, but in reality he doesn't want to be alone.

“What is wrong with you!? Your trying or at least considering to go to Asgard?!” You yelled once inside of Freya's abandoned house.

“Its the next best lead I have. But I need you to go with me, I can't do it alone.” Atreus said as if it was the most simple thing ever. You furrowed your brows at the half god.

“Let me break it down for you. I'm a mortal. A mortal in a realm built for gods? Yeah your fucking crazy. Oh let me add this. I'm a child, your a child, WE'RE CHILDREN!"

“I'd say young adults, shit maybe teenagers. But the thing is we have to, we have to save my dad.” Atreus tried to reason with you.

“Since when is it a WE thing? Atreus this is your prophecy not mine. Hell not even Atreus, this is Loki's prophecy."

“Wait don't go I need you!”

“Goodbye Loki.”

“No!” He yelled before shooting a arrow at your arm, cut forming at your forearm. You hissed out and grabbed at the wound, the cold hitting your blood. “Your not going anywhere hurt like that. Step out there and the cold will infect the wound. If you come with me, Odin can heal you.”

“I'm-”

“Make a choice.”

“Fine. I'll go….”

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captain-lessship · 2 years ago

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Call Me

A/n: Because of two posts I have made, I have driven myself to writing this. I love this man and would die for him

A call came on your phone, you groaned as you rolled to other side of your bed and answered it.

“This better be important. It is almost ten at night.”

“How quickly can you be in Japan?”

You sat up, worry growing, “That important,” you thought, “Do you know when the next flight leaves?” You flick on your lamp.

You heard typing, “Knowing how long it takes you to pack, traffic, going through security. There’s one that leaves at four in the morning. A direct flight will take fourteen hours and 5 minutes.” He responded.

You yawned, “Okay, go ahead and buy the ticket. I will get ready and next time, sweetheart, if you have the slightest inkling you have a case I could work on, call me. You know I have become fond of solving them or at least helping Watari take care of you.”

“I am sorry for waking you, I really am.”

You got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the light and then the shower. “Only because you know I get when I don’t sleep.” You joked.

You could hear a slight smile in his voice, “You do get cranky.”

“I better let you go fight crime, Batman.”

“See you soon, Robin.”

You pressed the read button on your phone, a pleased look fell to your face as you got ready.

As you walked through the airport, you were scanning the crowd, knowing that a terrible murder could have been hiding in plain sight.

Then you saw a familiar face: an old man, holding a sign with one of you aliases written on it. V

You smiled. L came up with it.

You walked up to the old man and took off your dark sunglasses, “Hello old friend, we going for Granddaughter and Grandfather again?” He nodded, you promptly hugged him.

He hugged you back. “Let’s get you to the hotel, shall we?” He offered you his arm, which you gladly took.

You and Watari talked the entire car ride. You both were happy to see each other but the news on the car radio snapped you from the friendly reunion.

“This guy, he’s got a lot of people confused, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, the police are trying their best but I think it wise for L to call you. Even if you can’t be of much help case wise, you are a moral boost wherever you are.”

“Aw, thanks. But I’m sure poor L is so focused on one part there will be a moment I will ask him a question and it’ll click in place, like it did the last few time.” You giggled.

A slight smile was drawn from the old man, “Yes, that was honestly rather lucky and funny. I think it’ll do him good to have someone to diffuse the tension.”

You talked more as you reached the hotel.

“I will go in first. We can’t be seen leaving or entering together. I will call you and act as if you’re going to see an old friend.” He stated as he got out of the car and began walking to the entrance.

You waited for several minutes, your phone rang. You promptly answered it and began talking along with Watari as you walked in and through the lobby.

You hung up once you got in the elevator, your thoughts drifted to L. It had been four year since you met him, an odd but great four years. You grinned as you thought about your other days with him.

L was perched on your counter, watching intently as you shifted flour.

“L, if you want to help, could you cream together the butter and sugar.”

“I prefer watching you, if that is alright.”

You put your hand on your hip, “You ever heard the story about the Little Red Hen?”

He shook his head no, “I never read children’s stories.”

“So the synopsis is that the little red head does all the work to bake herself a loaf of bread. All of her friends, who she asked for help, now ask for some bread,” you look at L, “And she says: No.”

He was already making a move for a bowl.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that. L was a very intelligent and was confident in all of his decisions but there were moments where he was goofy and mildly childish.

The elevator dinged opened, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and walked out into the hallway, now scanning the room numbers to find the room.

You saw Watari exiting one of the rooms, you two said nothing when you passed each other. When you came to the door he exited from, you did the knock.

“It’s unlocked, come in.” He said.

You looked around then opened the door, promptly shutting it behind you once you and your belongings were inside.

You locked the door, then looked into the room. You were a little amazed. Last time it was a motel on the side of the highway but this? This was beautiful. You knew the room would be better just based on the lobby but this was better than you imagined.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

Your eyes found L. Ever so slouchy and tired looking. You walked to him and stood directly in front of him. Had he been standing at his full height, he would’ve been slightly taller than you but do to his posture, you were eye level.

“Hi.” You said, trying to look irritated.

He just smirked ever so lightly, “Hello.”

He opened his arms and you fell into them.

“I swear to god, if you ever do this to me again, I will dangle you by your feet out a window.”

“Violent, aren’t we?” He muttered, hugging you tighter.

“Tired.” You mumbled.

“Take your things to the bedroom and you can take a nap. I have called the Special Task Force to a meeting here. You are welcome to either stay asleep or join us.”

You pulled away from him, still in his arms, “They’re coming here? Do you know how bad of a hostess this makes me look? Not having anything to offer them to eat? Oh and the fact you’re going to reveal yourself to them.”

“It’s not ideal but I need to do it to gain a level of trust.”

“But do we trust them?”

His black eyes were looking direct int yours, scanning your face and your reactions. You sighed.

“Of course you do or you wouldn’t offer.” You yawned, “Aren’t you tired?”

“Only a little bit.” He answered.

“Then come to bed for a while. What time is the meeting?”

“Midnight.”

You checked your watch, “A two hour nap would do you some good.”

He hummed, he was thinking about it which meant he really must be tired. You simply grabbed one of his hand that were still on you and led his to where you guess the bedroom was.

You were right, you made him sit on the bed while you went to retrieve your suitcase to grab your pajamas.

“Are you going to sleep in that?” You we’re referring to his jeans, which you personally couldn’t stand to sleep in.

“Yes.”

You rolled you eyes and sighed, “Fine, give me a minute.” You sat your suitcase on the bed and opened it.

You took out a pair of ankle length silky pants and a black tank top along with items like your toothbrush, tooth paste and your overnight moisturizer. You quickly did your night routine in the bathroom and got changed. You exited the bathroom to see L in the exact place you left him. His eyes darted to you.

You walked to the left side of the bed and rolled back the covers, sliding under them and let your eyes to see L still on top of the covers, per usual. He did this anytime he had to be up before you. He scooted closer to you, using you as his his pillow. You pulled your arms free from the covers to let to your fingers carefully play with his hair and let the other intertwine with his.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you too,” he responded, a light yawn followed. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

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greenhappyseed · 1 year ago

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While I wait for MHA 400 official scans, I’ve been thinking a lot about All Might and AFO, and why I’m just so happy with this fight (aside from Toshi screen time, which always makes me day). Buckle up, because we’re gonna get a philosophical at the end.

1. It’s Izuku and Toshi (and Bakugo!!!) all using up their “last resort” options ASIDE FROM EACH OTHER. They’re each putting everything they have on the line and relying on others to help keep them safe. They’re each going to provide the thing that’s missing in the others and I think that’s neat.

2. It’s Toshi rediscovering the joy of helping others — the very thing that made him notice Izuku and choose Izuku as his successor. (Remember that Izuku didn’t directly save Katsuki from the sludge villain. He inspired All Might into plus ultra action so All Might could save both boys.) More than that, the joy of helping others was thing that drove Toshi to become All Might in the first place. He had the idea of becoming “the symbol of peace” before he met Nana and before OFA was in the picture because he just couldn’t tolerate an unjust world.

3. It’s Toshi doing the one thing that only HE can do. It’s his experience and hard-won wisdom that is special in Toshi, and Toshi alone. He can recognize that and appreciate that about himself. Toshi is the only hope of stopping AFO before he reaches Shigaraki and he’s confident he’s got what it takes to win.

4. Yes, Toshi has broken bones, but he (and the other heroes) will gladly blow that off if it means giving help that wasn’t asked for. Giving that help and staying standing — keeping spirit intact despite the physical and emotional difficulty — is the mark of a hero. Remember after the Sports Festival, Izuku talked about how he broke himself not to imitate Toshi, but because he couldn’t take Shoto’s sadness anymore. Izuku needed to break those bones and keep fighting, because that’s how he could help Shoto when nobody else could. Izuku says something similar during DvK2 too. He feels he has to fight Katsuki because he’s the only one who understands Katsuki’s feelings and can help.

5. Notably, staying standing with that kind of mad zeal is the thing AFO cannot do. Stain could, and Overhaul definitely could. But AFO is too risk-averse. The “heat born of living things,” and the mad zeal and the wishing energy that twists fate, is of no use to someone who wants to live forever. Heat and energy and life are all cycles/waves that eventually slow until they die. AFO, on the other hand, intends to put a complete stop to those cycles/waves. He’s become unnatural. If we reflect that back on Toshi, then it becomes clear that Toshi could turn down the mad heat and prolong his life…but the cost would be everything that makes him human and brings him joy. Instead, Toshi is determined to live through this fight while ALSO accepting that aging and death are an inherent part of life. That’s what terrifies AFO. This feral man and his “mad heat” that seem to rush towards death with no fear, over and over again, while AFO’s sole desire is to cheat death and live forever. Back in Kamino, AFO could understand (and exploit) Toshi’s desperation to keep the OFA embers “alive,” but now Toshi can exploit the ONE consequence that AFO fears: an ending.

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 399 #mha 399 #Toshinori yagi #all might #iron might #mecha might #afo #all for one #izuku midoriya #Deku #bnha meta #mha meta

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springsheep · 3 months ago

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Shen Tunan x Wei Ruolai: Looking at each other

Don't Take Your Eyes Off Me

(Shen Tunan x Wei Ruolai)

Shen Tunan himself may not notice, but he always looks at Wei Ruolai with indescribable fondness and doting. He pampers the boy, perhaps overly so, but he can't help it.

He loves seeing Wei Ruolai look at him with those peach blossom eyes, watching his every move with admiration and awe. It's an exhilarating feeling, being held in such reverence by such a precious boy; Shen Tunan knows many people admire him, but other people's praise do not matter to him.

He only likes Wei Ruolai's worshiping gaze.

This is his boy. The diamond in the rough that he picked up one day, the person he holds dear to his heart...

Wei Ruolai looks at him with such a lovely gaze that Shen Tunan finds himself preening every time the boy looks at him that way. Shen Tunan basks in the unrestrained admiration that overflows in Wei Ruolai's eyes.

He wants more of it, and so he pampers his darling, gives him new pens and entrusts him with important tasks and buys him new clothes -- all because he wants Wei Ruolai to turn to him, look at him with that sweet gaze, and smile.

God, Shen Tunan loved Wei Ruolai's smile. It was cheerful, filled with youthful naivete and yet a hint of slyness in it. Wei Ruolai smiles politely to various people, but Shen Tunan is pleased to note that Wei Ruolai only smiles genuinely when he's with him.

Shen Tunan thought that sometimes it was frightening. He was a man of finance, a man of data and facts and cold hard strategies. He needed to be rational in his line of work, especially since he was conducting financial reforms.

But Wei Ruolai...

Shen Tunan knew, without a doubt, that he would gladly turn crazy and burn the whole world down for the sake of protecting his Wei Ruolai.

Yes, his Wei Ruolai.

Shen Tunan had long thought of Wei Ruolai as his. His to teach and his to claim and his to pamper and his, his, his.

Wei Ruolai was the only exception in his work. Shen Tunan still recalled that moment when his Ruolai was sent to the Garrison Prison. Shen Tunan's superiors told him to abandon the boy.

"He's just a kid from a small town," they told him. "Plus, his family is related to communists."

"He's not worth it."

Oh, Shen Tunan begged to differ. His boy was worth it. So, so, worth it.

And if other people couldn't see Ruolai's worth, well then, it was their loss.

The selfish part of him was glad they didn't know what a jewel his Ruolai was, because if they realized how great his boy was, wouldn't they want to steal him away?

Shen Tunan never wanted that to happen.

"Ruolai," he once asked, "Are you afraid to be by my side?"

Only Shen Tunan himself knew how much he was dreading the answer to that question. What if Ruolai regretted it? What if he wanted to leave? Shen Tunan clenched his fists as he looked at Ruolai darkly. I'm sorry, but even if you regret it... even if you want to leave... I won't let you. You're already mine.

And Wei Ruolai, bless him, the boy answers even more spectacularly than he hoped for.

"I'm not scared, sir," Wei Ruolai had replied. "My life is yours."

When he heard those words, Shen Tunan felt like he was soaring. To hear his Ruolai say that, with his shy smile and puppy-dog eyes looking at him adoringly... Shen Tunan felt like he could die a happy man.

His Ruolai was so earnest, so sincere, and so trusting. Shen Tunan wanted his boy to keep looking at him like that, it was exhilarating...

Which was why he kept indulging the boy, protecting him and giving him anything he wanted. Of course Ruolai would never ask for things from him, no, but Shen Tunan made it his personal mission to keep track of Ruolai's needs and make sure it was met.

He wanted Ruolai to keep looking at him.

And he... he couldn't tear his eyes off hte boy even if he wanted to.

#made by springsheep #cdrama #war of faith #zhui feng zhe #追风者 #wang yibo #uniq 王一博 #wei ruolai #shen tunan #shen tunan/wei ruolai #shenlai #ficlet

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agathesisi · 2 months ago

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Hi, I wanted to share some fanfics I made. This one is about the serie Arcane and how Vander and Silco met by the time they were forced to work in the mines for the city of progress. you can find it also on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/56815465

The racket from the railcar and the pickaxe’s impact on the rock was unbearable.

At sixteen years old, Silco despised the people he was forced to work with. They were rude, uncultured, and seriously lacking in reflection. A few miners like Silco, who waited until the end of the day to study books, had long been incapacitated by health issues. Silco had no muscles, but he had the mental strength that kept him going. Those he was forced to work with hated him too. He was a useless, skinny man who couldn’t help them push loads or anything else. Silco couldn’t say who, between him and them, had started to despise the other first.

It was a miserable day like any other when he met him for the first time: the clumsy giant who could push a wagon by himself. The stupid, fat, and badass man who hid his bitterness under a warm and friendly mood. Silco ground his teeth when he saw this young man having fun with the wagons he had to push. Then, the man went away to get another one. During this time, Silco’s team did not make more than two meters with their shipment. Who was this big man showing off in front of the others? Three wagons later, the giant came closer to Silco.

‘‘Wanna have a helping hand ?’’

‘’Tss.’’ Silco wanted to say, but the others stopped him:

‘‘Gladly !’’

Then, the man pushed for them. He was enormous, at least 6 feet and a few inches, with huge muscles. He must have grown up in a place in Zaun where the air was safer, allowing his body to develop. As for Silco, he had been poisoned by toxins that weakened his metabolism. He was far from being the only one. As he compared himself to this giant blessed by life, Silco couldn’t let go. He was the only one who pushed the wagon with him, even though his knees were shaking more and more these days.

‘’You should stop.’’ The man told him. ‘’If you keep bullying your body like that, you won’t be able to walk at all. A lot of miners end up like this…’’

‘’I do know !’’ Silco snapped back.

‘’Listen, dude.’’ The man said, taking a breath.

Silco pulled a face as the fat man called him ‘’dude’' as if he wasn’t the finest miner in the place. The guy insisted:

‘’Life makes people like me to help people like you.’’

Silco was defeated and sat in a corner to finally watch the man working by himself.

At the end of the day, they finally could go out to see the sky. Up here, all the miners thanked the man. He helped many of them, maybe even saved some. ‘’Thank you newcomer’’, ‘’You’re the hero of the day’’, were the words they used as the man laughed with soft sincerity.

Silco was sitting apart from the crowd, waiting for them to leave so he could ask him :

‘’Why do you do that ?’’

‘’You’ve never seen free kindness. Have you ?’’

Silco was surprised by his insight but, deep inside, he could tell he liked it. The man added:

‘’Because we’re all in the same mess. We are all brothers! If we don’t help each other in Zaun, we’re doomed.’’

‘’Your kindness will be your downfall,’’ Silco warned him.

‘’Maybe it will. But then, I will die with all my values.’’

He stretched out his hand: ‘’Vander.’’

‘’Silco.’’ He murmured shaking his hand. He jumped when Vander burst out laughing.

‘’You really… you welcome people as a high city leader. You are something else for sure.’’

‘’I wouldn’t hit your hand like a citizen from the underground!’’ Silco replied with disdain. ‘’Yes, I shake hands like a Piltie because one day, we shall be up and they’ll be down. For this, we have to stand on the same level.’’

Vander seemed confused by these words but then, he looked highly curious.

‘’I think we have things to say to each other.’’

#arcane #fanfic #silco #league of legends #vander arcane #vander and silco #lol #silco arcane #zaun

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sailorgreywolf-legacy · 1 year ago

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Ale healing from the back wound Alfie left

Mexico woke up in pain, horrific pain. His back felt like it was on fire, and he could hardly move. He kept his eyes closed and hoped to fall back to sleep. Unconsciousness was his only respite from the pain, and he would rather not be awake.

His stomach growled, telling him why he was awake. He groaned and opened his eyes. He was almost alone in a dimly lit room, except for the young soldier who was tasked with watching him.

The young man was half-asleep and not paying attention. Mexico cleared his throat loudly to get his attention. The soldier jerked awake and looked around. He met Mexico’s gaze and said, without Mexico prompting him, “Oh right, food.”

He scrambled to get up and leave the room. Mexico sighed as he was left alone again. He knew the guards had been Santa Anna’s idea to make him feel safe and to make sure that he was not left wanting. Mexico was well aware that every time he got out of the bed it ripped open his back wound. He had bled out and woken up in bed enough times to know it was a bad idea. But he felt like an invalid.

He gingerly sat up and tried to prop himself against the pillows. It had been months since he was wounded, months he had spent as a prisoner. He was used to being healed from anything no matter how grievous, but it seemed that having territory ripped from him had stalled the process entirely.

He thought to himself: Even if I was human, I would have healed by now. The agonizing pain in his back told him that it wasn’t healing, and that he had no way of knowing how long it would take.

The door opened and the soldier reappeared with food in hand. Mexico was more interested in the figure leaning heavily on a cane behind him. He looked so unsteady on his feet since the Americans had taken the prosthetic leg that fit. Yet, Mexico was still glad to have someone familiar there.

Santa Anna sat down in the closest chair, and then seemed to wait for the soldier to leave. Mexico started picking at the food as soon as it was placed in front of him. He said, “How much longer are you going to stay, Antonio? I thought you said you were leaving.”

Mexico wasn’t sure how he felt about the concept, but Santa Anna had promised that he was ending the war by leaving.

Santa Anna looked at him with something like concern and said, “Do you know how long you’ve been asleep?”

Mexico shook his head. To him it felt like it had been unending time in the half-lit bedroom.

His stomach growled gladly as he started to eat. Answering the question, he said, “I have no idea. How should I know? I’ve been asleep.” Santa Anna sighed and replied, “It’s been days. We were worried that you'd stopped breathing.”

Mexico simply responded by saying, “Huh, it hasn’t felt like it.”

To himself he added that if he was going to sleep so long, it should have actually healed him.

There was a pained crease appearing between Santa Anna’s eyebrows as he tried to find words. He opened his mouth and then reconsidered. Mexico ate quietly while he waited for Santa Anna to speak. Eventually the man settled on, “I intended to leave immediately. I cannot in good conscience leave you alone when you are still healing. Not when I can't be sure that you'll be taken care of.”

Mexico felt a twinge of guilt followed by a stronger twinge at the absurdity of feeling guilty. If he could have made himself heal, he would have done it already. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but he appreciated that Santa Anna was concerned.

He said between bites, “You don’t have to stay. I am sure other people will make sure I don’t die.”

Santa Anna took another deep sigh and ran his hand over his forehead. He said, “I don’t believe that. I don’t know what will happen to you if I leave.”

Mexico sighed, “Why is it that you think you are the only one who can save me?”

The man looked remarkably old in the low light, and he looked pained by what he was about to say. The answer sounded strained as he said, “I don’t trust-“ He stopped himself before he could say more and added, “I will leave when you can get out of bed.”

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khoicesbyk · 1 year ago

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Revenge.

A/N: This AU is a mashup of chapters from the new…ish book First Comes Love

Book: First Comes Love

A/N 2: This book was cute until the LI got on my nerves. He's fine as all get out but oblivious as shit. So what happens when you decide to play his game? Read and find out!

A/N 3: In this series, you are the MC. So you get to experience all the emotional damage that comes along. Have fun!

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Blake Marshall (LI) and Reader (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,600 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Tag List: @choicesficwriterscreations

Missing a chapter or want to read a chapter again? I got you covered! Click ——> Here!

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 2.) The One For Me.

Alexa play SWV's “You're The One.”

Because that's how I feel about Y/N. I've known for years that she's been in love with me. It's literally written in her eyes. It's in that beautiful smile. And well…I’ve always felt the same way about her. How can I not?

We've known each other since that day we met on the quad. She smiled at me and my knees could've damn near buckled. She was always active in everything she set her mind to. Starting the school’s only Majorette squad (I swear I wanted to die every time I watched her practice), running for and winning SGA President, getting the school to offer African American Studies, establishing our school’s Black Student Council, the list goes on and on.

She's also always been there for me. Whenever I needed her she was there. Whether I needed a study partner, a sounding board, or someone to hold my hand as I pledged Kappa. I still have a picture of her sleeping in my jacket.

Red and white looks good on her. Everything looks good on her. Especially me. I always loved it when she would fall asleep on my chest back in school. Even after we graduated it's always been us. She's always been there. She's my girl without actually being my girl, you know?

So why is she trying me? Why is she with Stars…Moon…Sun, whatever his name is? Better yet why did I watch her fuck him? Why did I like watching her fuck him?

Fuck! How did I get here?

She's always been mine. Always. Sure she's had her exes none worse than Derek but deep down, that's my girl. So why is she acting so weird? I don't understand. Why would she be about him when she's always been about me?

If she's mad about Becky being on the trip, I'm sorry. I know I should've told her about her. I tell her everything. Well, almost everything. I just didn't think it would be a problem. Until he showed up. Then it became a problem. I can't stand it.

Watching him have his hands all over her. Touching her in ways I have only dreamed of. Kissing her, kissing on her. I've only kissed her once. It was only because some guy was harassing her at a bar we were at and she needed a way to get him off her ass. Her lips were soft, I didn't want to stop.

What the fuck does he have that I don’t have anyway?

He's 5’11, I'm 6’3.

He had some tone but I have muscle.

He had swag (very little), but I am a man.

I’m perfect for (Y/N) and the fact that she refuses to see it boils my fucking blood.

Sure, I’m dating Rebecca. She’s nice and all…most of the time.

But (Y/N), she makes me happy. I have wasted so much time being with the wrong person.

I don’t want Bad Girls Club, drama or a woman who doesn’t know herself.

I want Sunday dinners, trips to other places, and…everything with this special someone.

How do I get to that place? How?

Then there's the fact, Stars is not her fucking type. He's a gym bro who's a fire Marshal. So he rescues puppies and kittens from burning buildings. Big deal. And also, they have nothing in common.

Whereas she and I have bared our souls to each other. I have cooked for her more times than I can count. The things she hates, I love. And the things I hate she loves. We're in sync. I've seen her at her worst. I was there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart.

But ever since she got here it's been weird between us. And then he comes along and all of a sudden she acts like I don't exist in her life. Playing with her hair around him, biting her bottom lip, that small smile. That's all meant for me. Not him.

Y/N is a catch. She's beautiful. Any man would be lucky to call her theirs. And by any man I mean me. I'm the only one for her. She knows this. And yet I have to watch her spend time with him.

It's driving me fucking crazy!

I know I can't stifle her, I mean I could but I want her to explore. Find out who she is on her own. Even though I already know who my girl is.

Which is why I put up with her exes. Most of them were okay at best but they never really knew her. Not like I do. And let's also be clear, none of them were me. I'm the one she wants. Then there was Derek. Man, I wanted him dead.

I knew Derek would be nothing but trouble from the moment they met but I didn't think it would be that bad. Not until he cheated on her and worse tried to put his hands on her.

If Lino hadn't held me back, I'd probably be in jail for murder. He was no fucking good. Always trying to control her. Always telling her he didn't like her being around me or Lino. Said it made him uncomfortable. While he had lady friends galore.

This fool even managed to piss Eve off. And trust me, it takes A LOT to piss her off. But my girl was in love. I couldn't say or do anything. Not yet. Not until he fucked up. And man did he fuck up. Spectacularly I might add.

She caught him in bed with a girl from his job and that was it. She went off on him, as she should have, and when he couldn't stand to see her stand up for herself, he raised his hand to her. I will never forget that phone call. Hearing the crack in her voice and that he tried to hit her, I was ready for war.

I laid next to her as she cried herself to sleep. Then watched her pick herself up and put her heart back together. And she’s been on her guard ever since. Not that I blame her.

Most men are gross and would not hesitate to hurt her. Not me though. I know exactly how to treat her.

I'm getting too far into my head. She still loves me. I know it. I know her. He's convenient and temporary. I am forever to her. I have to be. We've been through too much.

If it wasn't for that damn bonfire we wouldn't be having any issues. Which once again is his fault. He just had to invite her. He tried to get her to himself. Fuck that shit. Nobody gets Y/N alone but me.

Thank God she had sense enough to include her wingman. We're a team, we do it all together.

Seeing her show off in that yellow sundress literally tested my resolve. The way it hugged her curves…I could've done some VERY wicked things to her. She looked amazing and when she walked past me switching her hips making her ass bounce…if only God would have taken me.

Becks…she tried. But what she didn't understand is that's not how Black Women dress or act or sound like for that matter. But at least she tried…ish.

The bonfire was nice actually. The drinks were great. The food was spectacular. The vibe was amazing. Or it would've been if Stars had kept his hands off of Y/N.

The way they danced together. The fact they were so close and so intimate. If I wasn't dancing with Becky I would've broken them up by now. Because this is going too far. As the night wound down Y/N and Stars disappeared. And I had to know where they were going.

Thankfully Becks was drunk and when that happens, she's ready for bed. I was thankful for Lino and Eve. They would make sure she got back safe. I followed Stars and her to find out what they were up to. And what I saw…

I—

The way he fucked her…it got my dick hard.

Y/N always starred in whatever she was in, and watching her with Great Value Captain America, with all his cheap ass stars, was the best porn I ever watched.

I thought about the way he held her down, the way he thrusted into her. That should’ve been me. It should've been my name dripping from her lips. It should've been my lips on her.

“Babyyyyyyy! Come to bed! I’m horny!” Becks shouted.

God, she smelled like cheap ass Hennessey. How? She doesn’t even drink Hennessy like that.

Becks was acting like a damn fool, tripping onto the bed.

As I helped her get her lashes and jewelry off (God, this shit is tarnishing already), I got my own clothes off and settled into bed next to her.

She was exhausting, and I was fucking exhausted with with her.

Everything about her was tiring from her fake ass blaccent to that BBL that she made me go half in on (worst $900 I ever spent because who the fuck gets their ass done in Mexico?).

And what’s worse is that I still had a boner from thinking about Y/N.

The way she shook her ass on the dance floor with Mr. American Pie made my dick hard as a rock.

I turned the lights out and laid in bed, spreading my legs wide.

I imagined her fucking him, being under him…

I fished my underwear out of my box and started to touch myself.

I imagined my mouth instead of her fingertips.

I imagined her mouth instead of my palms.

I rubbed myself until I was fully ingratiated into my fantasy and when I came to, I nutted.

I sighed, and-

“ZZZZZZZ!”

I glared over at Becky as she let out the loudest snore I ever heard.

Shaking my head, I turned over and tried to rest.

My sleeping goal was unsuccessful that night.

___

The next morning dawned bright and early, and I was already feeling a lot better. That nut I busted did me a bit of good. I was ready for breakfast.

When Becky and I got to the breakfast buffet, Y/N was already there. Looking fine as hell. Those sleep shorts showed off her ass and her thighs, and that tank top highlighted the curves of her breasts.

There was plenty of maple syrup around, I could've easily had her for breakfast.

Everything was going good until I found out that Stars was in her room and she was getting breakfast for HIM.

First of all, she's not a servant, and second, why is this fool in her room?!

I couldn't believe it. He's violating my space. He's in HER room AND HER bed? Nah! Not even about to play that.

I need a plan. This has gone on long enough. He's getting too damn comfortable and close to my girl. How do I break up this little fling? Because that's what it is. This is a fling.

All day she's been up under him. And it's starting to make me crack. I couldn't even enjoy the day because of this. I came inside and ran straight into Becky.

Oh God…

“Baby, I got a headache,” she groans.

I knew her tired ass shouldn’t have drank all that, Hennessy…

“I need you,” she says, holding her arms out to me.

“You should lay back and relax,” I respond, pulling her to me and kissing her head.

She uses too much fucking hair grease, and she doesn’t even have any edges.

“I want to sleep,” she says before running her hands over the front of my jeans batting here eyelashes, “But I also wanna fuck.”

Y/N was still on my mind so I didn’t want to. But I imagined her under Mr. 4th of July Meets Telenovela and I got hard all over again.

“Lay back,” I ordered her.

Becks laid back on the bed and I crawled on top of her before pulling off her undies.

At least she smelled normal down there. But she didn’t smell as good as Y/N.

I spread her thighs and went to work, using my tongue to take what little pleasure I could from this situation. Her moans weren’t sultry at all. In fact, they were loud, sleazy, and obnoxious.

But if Y/N and America the Ugly are in the next room, I can use this to my advantage.

I lick deeper and deeper into Rebecca’s pussy, pulling out the loudest moans that she can provide.

The whole ship must be awake now.

“Ugh! Yes, Blake! Fuck, Daddy!”

I hated it when she called me Daddy.

“Ugh…fuck, Sky. Yes…”

I tried to imagine Y/N under me; her body, the sounds she makes…

It made it bearable.

When Becks was ready, I quickly got out of my pants and undies and went inside her.

Fuck, she didn’t even feel like Y/N.

I imagined Y/N’s moans - whatever I needed to get my nut.

God, Becks needed lotion. She felt like a fucking lizard. No! Focus, Blake.

Becks was going to town and I was over it. I just wanted to bust this nut and move on.

She rides like she has no idea how to ride. This girl was literally on the back of a horse but can't ride a dick to save her life. Someone kill me, please.

This is weird and uncomfortable. I can't do this.

“Why don't we switch positions?” I suggest. I want her off of me. Now!

She rolls off me

She pouts for a moment but thankfully gets her ass off of me. Thank you to whatever spiritual deity is looking out for me.

“Arch your back,” I tell her.

“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you.”

Stop calling me Daddy! The only woman I want calling me Daddy is my girl.

As I got ready to mount her, all I could think about was Y/N. I could hear her begging me for it. I could feel her desperate need for me to fuck her. As I slowly slid into Becky, all I could think of was Y/N.

Her reactions and the way she felt around my dick. All of that made fucking Becky a whole lot easier.

I close my eyes and instantly see my girl in my head. On all fours, face down with that sexy ass up in the air.

God, she looks amazing. Moaning and whimpering for me. Begging me to fuck her harder.

“Ooh! Fuck! Yes, Blake!” Becky moans.

I tune her out and focus on my girl.

My girl is giving me everything she has to give. Throwing it back like a pro and driving me crazy.

“That's it, baby. Throw it back! Give me that pussy.”

Becky responded but I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't talking about her.

I needed this. I needed her. I needed to bust this damn nut.

God, Becks takes forever to cum. I'm ready to end this.

“Cum for me.”

“Just a little more Daddy! That's all I need.”

Woman, I don't have all fucking day! Hurry up!

“Now girl!”

I help her along until I feel her walls contract and release against me. She was done but sadly I wasn't.

She collapsed on the bed and wrapped herself up in the covers.

“Mmm! Thank you, Daddy! That was so much fun.” she purrs in my ear. I literally had to fight not to flinch.

“Yeah. Look, I'm gonna hop in the shower.”

“You go ahead. I'm gonna lay here on cloud nine.

I couldn't run to the shower fast enough. I needed to get this nut off fast. I turned on the hot water, let it hit my body, closed my eyes, and rubbed it out.

If this is my punishment for pissing off whichever God in the sky, I'm so sorry. I promise I will mend my wicked ways.

My mind grew angry at the idea of Y/N riding Star's mini-stripe. Fucking arrogant, rich bastard.

I did my best to wash away Rebecca and put my true woman there. I imagined her in the shower with me, taking my dick into her hands as she sucked voraciously on my balls.

"Mmm," she moans, "Your balls are so big, Daddy."

"Baby, slow down," I respond, breath heavy, "You'll make Daddy nut on your pretty face."

"But daddy," she moans, looking up at me, holding my dick almost proudly, "Our kids are in here. I gotta get you ready."

"Ready?"

"Yeah. I want your babies. You wanna get your babygirl pregnant?"

The look she gave me as she jacked my dick almost made me nut immediately.

"Ugh, fuck. Yes, baby. Go on ahead and make Daddy finish."

"Yes daddy…ugh…put it in my mouth," she whispered.

The heat of her breath made me see the Pearly Gates (or the Fiery Pits depending on your beliefs about adultery), and I stuck my dick into her mouth.

She was my little cum vacuum. And I fucking loved it.

When I looked down at my hand I was thoroughly satisfied. My girl does it for me again.

—

She had been distant ever since she went swimming with Mr All-American. I've tried everything to get her attention but so far nothing. She's been all about him. I caught her as she came walking down the hall.

She had on this beautiful strapless burnt orange dress with a high slit up the right side. She put her hair up in a half-do. And those sexy white heels she had on. My dick grew three times its size in my jeans.

“Where are you headed off to?” I ask her.

“Sky is taking me to a Salsa Club in town,” she tells me.

“Why are you going to a club for some dip?”

She shook her head and smiled at me.

“Not the dip you idiot. The dance.”

It was good to see that smile.

When Stars showed up I could've chucked his ass off a mountain. Smiling at my girl. Whispering in her ear. Wrapping his arms around her waist.

Ugh! I hate it here!

I watched them walk out the door and just knew I had to go after them. Why? Because I don't fucking like or trust him.

I convinced Becks to go with me to the club. Mainly because it would give me plausible deniability if my girl asked me why we were there. Also, I'm trying to see Y/N shake her ass.

We got to the club maybe an hour after they did. It wasn't a bad looking place. It reminded me of a place in Miami that Y/N and I went to the SOBE Wine And Food Festival one year. When we walked inside there they were. Tearing up the dance floor.

She was so in tune with the music and the atmosphere. I kinda appreciated the way he would spin her around. The way her hips moved as they danced had me in a trance.

After a few drinks, I let Becks drag me out on the dancefloor to challenge them. We lost. In spectacular fashion. But we worked up a sweat. This was a great exercise.

They finally got off the dancefloor and sat at a table across the room. And I wouldn't have cared all that much until he looked at me over her shoulder, nodded, winked, and smirked at me.

It took everything in me not to walk over and punch him in his smug face. When he got up to go back to the dance floor and Becks went to the bathroom, I went to talk to her.

“Well if it isn't the dancing queen.”

She rolled her eyes at me and smirked.

“Why are you here Blake?”

“I can't take my girlfriend on a date?”

She gave me a sideways look.

“Uh huh. I know what you’re doing Marshall.”

“What am I doing?”

“Spying on me.”

I place a hand over my chest.

“Me?! Sweet innocent me?! Spy on you?”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at me over her drink. The look in her eyes made my dick wiggle.

“Nice moves by the way. You have the dancing skills of a sumo wrestler.”

Ouch. That stings.

“You wound me.”

She shrugged innocently.

“Not my fault your talents are best suited for the kitchen and not dancing.”

She's not wrong.

“Are you done being mad at me?”

“I'm not mad at you, Blake.”

“Sure feels that way.”

“I just want to have fun, that's all.”

Baby girl, you can have all the fun you want with me. You don't need him.

“Does it have to be with him?”

“Well it's certainly not gonna be the dad-to-be or Eve so Sky is my only viable option.”

I'm right here baby. Just say the word.

“I just…”

She slipped her hands into mine.

“I get it. You’re looking out for me. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that for me? Please?”

It took everything in me not to drag her out of there.

“Yeah. I can do that.”

“Thank you, Marshall.”

That's when Stars called out to her.

“Gotta go. I'll see you back at the resort.”

I watched her walk off, her ass looking good in that dress. And was more convinced than ever that Stars had to go. He will NOT take my girl from me.

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buglyknight · 1 year ago

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230) Fool's Gold

How many times in a day does it pass?

The thought of you and me, entranced

This sick and twisted deadly dance

Yet I prance and prance and prance

A smile will continue to hang on my face

My face is bright with love in my eyes

Till I tire and you tell me to keep going

Till the hairs begin to fall off my skin

Till the skin begins to peel from my muscles

Till the muscles begin to slip off the bone

Till the bone begins to rattle and break

Till the bone is not enough for you to take

My organs atrophy, my heart explodes

Yet it’s rhythm dances in my chest unhomed

Circles again and again it goes

The wheel is off the hinges

And it’s killing a family of 5 down the road

It spins and spins and tramples it all

A river of blood spills from your hungry maw

Maggot’s wriggle and writhe in your teeth

Everything I’ve kept trapped deep underneath

They crawl in my ear and whisper in my brain

And dance and dance and dance

I scratch at the skin and skull in vain

Till my fingernails tear

And my fingertips break

I snort a line of poison to kill them

And they dance around the droplets

It itches so horribly

I can do nothing to stop it

A grin breaks over my mewling face

Sniveling simpering child lost case

You are the moon above my carrion head

Little worms burrow in the wrinkles of my thoughts

I stare up at you, malevolent god

With your storm-cloud eyes and smile; façade

A grin from ear to ear you hold

Your teeth and gums, your rings of gold

Your touch, your tongue, the lies you told

On broken knees I beg and weep

I smile through gums with broken teeth

You stare at me, you bloody moon

You lie to me, you spell my doom

You call to me, to speak with you

You sing to me, that you want me too

Oh, moon how much I worship your worth

Oh, every inch your radiant light touches the earth

Oh, every cell you hold upon your glistening skin

Oh, every sweet nothing you hold within

And moon you call me your worthiest lover

That you would never be able to find yet another

You sing to me and to all the land

Not another man is worth your pearlescent hand

That only I am so devoted

That only I am to be your betrothed

Your light touched my inner thigh

You let me lust just for one night

To leave me wanting nothing more

To be the only one I’d adore

You said your love for me would never die

And if it did, you’d plummet from the sky

That you wanted me to make you mine

And so, I danced in sight of you

I danced and danced without a clue

In spite that I seemed the fool

I could not see, even angels can be cruel

And then the night came where you spoke to me

That soon we’d be together merrily

All I’d need is one gold ring

And with it our love would span the spatial sea

I flew upon your light above

To cross the world to be your love

And there I met you at the altar

Your beauty greater than all others

I placed my ring upon the pillow

You sat before me; your presence billowed

You took my ring into your hand

And placed down your own golden band

Yet I put it to my fingers

There I stood, and there I lingered

It did not fit, it moved no further

I looked up at you, in impotence and horror

There I saw closer, now

Scales and web behind your gown

You smirked and spat venom from your lips

Beauteous still, I saw not your tricks

You placed the ring upon your moon

And sent me off towards my tomb

And from the altar, there I plummet

I looked above and continuously covet

I fell from the moon unto earth

And still looked up, to your hidden mirth

You told me wear the ring and see

That we’ll be together happily

The ring of fool’s gold I saw

Forever and always inscribed on the maw

I placed it upon my trembling hand

And that is where the story ends

For this was what the moon sought

The man’s head of cherished thoughts

For now, he was placed in trance

And to her glee he gladly danced

Until the skin peeled off his muscle

Until his muscle slipped off his bone

Until his bone was shattered and torn

She wanted him till then, not a moment more

He danced into his open grave

Forever and Always inscribed in his brain

He dances still to this very day

Believing he is loved

But alone, he decays

#old poem #poetry #spilled ink #poem #writing

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azriel-landsayd · 8 months ago

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Azriel felt her words, I miss you, it was a simple statement, but he felt it true even if she had run from him, but she had her own reasons. He saw them clearly, she wanted answers, and he did not fault her. He wondered how deep her emotions ran for him, but he doubted he could be the man she deserved. Azriel was not a good man, but he was also selfish and could not let her go and be with another man. The best solution would be for her father to kill him. He cared little for such thoughts when she lay naked beneath him, heaving and moaning his name. She was utterly stunning, breathtaking. He would easily die for her, whatever punishment her father decided for him. He would gladly indulge for her, damn his sister and mother. Nephele consumed all thoughts and pushed all rationality out. She was the only divine thing he ever believed in. She felt divine, her walls were tight and warm. “I missed you, so, much.” He muttered in between thrusts. His, she was his. There was no other man who would ever hear these sounds of pleasure, the only way would be if he were dead. “Fuck, look at you, kitten.” He muttered, loving how she looked and took him. “Utter perfection.” He grunted, meeting her gaze. Her beautiful features filled with pleasure, the way her chest rose and fell, the sounds that emitted from her lips. He brought a hand to cup her face, the pad of his thumb tracing along her lower finger as she moaned his name, his thrusting building speed, and rhythm as he met her hips. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as she maneuvered her body to push his cock out of her, and watched as she shifted their positions. Seeing her graceful nude body move on top of him, his hand came up to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed them, and they spilled out. Running his fingers along her nipple before placing both hands on her hips as she had just placed her on his chest, and soon they both seemed to sink into the pit of quicksand of pleasure. Moaning escaping his lips, he felt her body begin to tense as she neared her climax, his own building quickly with the beautiful display he had. Her walls soon tightened around his cock, bringing forth his own pleasure. “Fuck Nephele,” he grunted, as he filled her with his seed, his hips gradually slowing as his climax subsided. He lay breathless and satiated underneath her, he looked up at her as his cock began to soften inside of her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down toward him, taking his other free hand and cupping her face. Meeting her lips with his in a searing kiss, wishing to convey that there was more to them than just sheer lust. He felt something for her, but he would not voice it. He felt it useless to say those words, the hand that had gripped her wrist slid up to interlock with her hand. Breaking the kiss after he had his momentary fill of her. “Just two days to gather supply? I could stay in this bed with you for weeks.” He spoke, brushing some locks away from her face. “I could meet your mother, your aunt. Surely they will succumb to my charm.” Laughing softly, Azriel did not truly dare to meet her mother. He was unsure how he could look into the eyes of the woman. He kidnapped her daughter. Was Azriel that shameless? He had to wonder, he supposed if Nephele requested it of him, he would. “Now, my sweet kitten, tell me how you filled your days before? What did you do when you weren’t healing or being kidnapped? What did you enjoy doing in these walls?” He asked as he peppered kisses along her shoulder and arm.

Nephele loved the sound of his voice, how it seemed to reverberate through her when he was so near. How evident his need was in his tone caused her own need to bloom between her legs. "I have missed you." she whispered softly against his ear, gently tugging at his ear with her teeth. The action so lustful, but she had not only missed his touch or kiss. It was not just the physicality of it all that she missed. No, it had been him. Despite it all, she had missed him. There was something there. Some kind of feeling that had started to run deeper. She was hesitant to voice such things. For now she was lost fully in the physical enjoyment of him. Her hand continued to slowly stroke his cock, moaning softly as his lips traveled. She could feel his fingers moving down her body, between her legs. Her body seemed to respond so naturally to him, her legs parting to grant him every bit of access to her that he could desire. Now distracted by his touch that seemed to explore her just to know every inch of her her hand released his cock as her head rested back against the pillow, "Taste it." she begged him softly, her body needed more than his teasing touch. She was wet and needing him. She had propped herself up to look down at him, his blonde hair buried between her legs as his mouth finally made contact with her. She moaned softly, her legs lightly squeezing around his head as she fell back against the bed. "Azriel!" She moaned his name, her orgasm beginning to grow as he continued, but it was then that he pulled away. She groaned softly and when she opened her eyes was met with that cocky smirk of his. She rolled her eyes at him, but readily wrapped her legs around his waist. Her legs pulled him against herself as he finally filled her, a soft moan emitting from her in the swift movement, "So good," she said softly, looking up at him, admiring the look of concentrated pleasure on his face, his lightly toned chest. Nephele wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him against herself when he kissed her; their breath mixed and her moans muffled by how their lips met. Her feelings for him had all changed so drastically. How could she ever have her fill of him? She shifted her hips against his, pushing her weight against him to turn him over onto his back, his cock slipping out of her when she did so though she quickly swung her leg over his hips to straddle him and guided his cock back into her. "Azriel," she moaned his name again, knowing how he liked when she did it. Her hands rested against his chest, her fingertips digging into his skin as her pleasure grew, her denied orgasm now quickly making its way back to her. Her hips moved feverishly in her rising pleasure, "So fucking good, Azriel!" She moaned his name once more as her pleasure reached its peak, her hips rising and falling quickly, her pussy spasming around his cock as she rode out every bit of pleasure she could achieve. Her back arched and her head thrown back as she moaned for him.

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