#You should have killed yourself when you realized. it would have been hard but i would've buried you and I would've wept.
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me when i write a character who is prone to dooming themself and then they run off and doom themself. core traits are stubbornness and a willingness to disregard their own humanity gET BACK HERE IM NOT DONE WITH YOU
#rambling#surprisingly this is not about jakob.. im just really consistent about my favorite character archetypes đđ#WARNING THE NOTES ON THIS ARE REALLY LONG I STARTED RAMBLING#âouhh i have a headache i'll just lie down and rotate my blorbos in no general direction for a while until it goes awayâ and then boom.#serious plot considerations. 2 questions answered 24million new questions raised. this is specifically Not what i asked for.#so now im sitting here STILL dizzy running mental calculations on how i can get this bitch out of peril without reworking everything#but they literally keep dying in every timeline đđ every single plausible road leads to them running off and screwing themself over#âcharacter who doesn't realize they want to live until it's way too late to look backâ VS#âcharacter who is forced to live and handle the things they never though they'd survive long enough to deal withâ FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.#fucking hell i have never had this much trouble writing a character as i have with them#they genuinely do just run off and do shit without my permission and then i have to pace for an hour or two wondering#âok they wOULD do that. but should they. do i feel like i can confidently write that.â#im like constantly in this tug of war trying to get them to CHILL#but also they are absolutely my favorite character from the entire project. but like. FUCK GET BACK HERE#is death the most satisfying end to this arc? is someone who was Set on dying then NOT dying the most satisfying end to the arc?#how many bridges can you burn until you irreparably set yourself aflame too?#would ghost or revival plotline work?? would it make sense with the worldbuilding??#do i just Like Them enough to want them to not die?? where do i draw the line between personal bias and a good arc?#is death not feeling as impactful as survival solely because i've been writing for so long that it's lost the initial impact?#and other such plot considerations...#im gonna have such an easy time writing another character though đđ because THAT character's dynamic in the second act#is to stare at character 1 and be like âwhy are you like this. i mean i know Why but can you chill. please.â and like damn bro me too#actually wait no i think kaey.a is the hardest character i've ever written i take it back#had to worry about his 20million facades AND his Actual feelings AND canon compliance. shit is hard#i still havent finished the k/aeya fic i started back when the chasm first released which is uhh. two years ago. oops.#i think i struggle writing emotionally repressed liars i think thats what this is đđ anyways.#(voice of guy who has been obsessed with nonlinear narratives and tragedies for several years):#âis it too much to kill this character in a nonlinear exploration game with tragic elementsâ#like bitch what are you talking about đđ YOU'RE the target audience here figure it out#sorry the notes on this are just my writing journal now apparently
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#i would have wept.#posting these on my own cuz i just want these in one post. but#i am fond of lisa in a very âŠ. abstract sense. i suppose#i like the specific vision i have of been and deans relationship ive curated in my head#i like that she calls him on a lot of shit. i like that she's sweet but harsh. i like that she doesn't really know him#but thinks she does very very well.#like lisa isn't someone dean could spend his life with the way cassie or cas are. not at all#like my verses for her go from nodding along to canon or killing her. unfortunately. sorry to trap the lovely lady in the hold#- of being a narrative device#in my defense that what they made her and they did a poor job of it at that. actually#anyway. Do love carole laure. lisa!!#But for her and dean it does always come back to damage#You should have killed yourself when you realized. it would have been hard but i would've buried you and I would've wept.#hence the tag name! LOL!
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the same thing ă»â„ă»b. barnes
summary: during a mission, you put yourself in harm's way to protect bucky. back at the avengers compound, he wants to know why. | 1.4k words, angst with a happy ending
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"You should be resting."
You don't turn your head as the familiar voice comes from behind you, too focused on the delicate art of making the perfect sandwich to look away. You are a woman on a mission. "I was hungry."
A few seconds later, he's standing next to you, leaning back against the countertop with arms folded across his broad chest. "It's been less than twelve hours since they patched you up."
He's not going to stop hovering, you realize, because that's what Bucky does when he's worried.
"Want half?" Maybe you can distract him with food.
He regards the towering monstrosity on the cutting board and the chaotic layers of meat, cheese, and veggies sticking out at all angles.
You can't help but grin as you slap another slice of bread on top. "A quarter, then?"
Bucky has the audacity to look offended. "I'm not eating that thing."
You cradle the plate in your left hand, holding the sandwich with your right, and give him a pointed look. "Your loss."
Bucky just watches, arms still crossed, as you take a huge bite. His blue eyes remain narrowed, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He's like a one-man intervention waiting to happen. You shrug and wander over to the kitchen table.
Sitting down is a bit of an effort. The wound on your side pulls as you slowly lower yourself onto the chair, but if you can keep from grimacing too hard, Bucky won't be able to tell, will he?
Your smile probably gives you away. He narrows his eyes further. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I'm hungry?"
"No." Bucky takes a step forward. "I meant why did you get between me and that shot?"
Good question. The answer is embarrassing and you'd sooner walk barefoot over hot coals than tell him the truth.
"Hm?"
Another step. "I have superhuman healing powers."
"I'll live."
"It was stupid."
"You're ruining myâow," you mutter, dropping the sandwich as you instinctively put your hand over your bandage. There goes the carefully maintained poker face. You force yourself to remove your hand and look up at Bucky with what you hope is an innocent expression, even as your side throbs in protest. "My sandwich. You're ruining my sandwich. Are you sure you don't want a bite?"
Bucky is too smart to take the bait. He moves around the table, coming to stand in front of you. The whole 'arms-crossed-stern-glare' thing again. It would be intimidating if you didn't know him so well.
"You could've been killed," he's like a dog with a bone, you swear.
"But I wasn't," you say pointedly. "I'm fine."
"Fine? You were shot."
"Will you just let it go? It doesn't even...hurt...that much," you lie.
It will take a while for the super-soldier serum in your blood â a weaker variation of the same stuff that runs through Bucky's veins â to kick in and accelerate your healing.
Bucky exhales. He looks about ready to give you an earful, but then his gaze shifts and he notices the way you're holding your side, how stiffly you're sitting.
You move your traitorous hand away like you've been burned.
"How bad is it?"
"Huh?" you say in a deliberately casual tone. "It's...totally fine. Not bad, really. Don't worry. I don't even feel it."
There's the reason why you've never been a spy. You can't lie to save your life, apparently.
Or maybe just not to Bucky.
"Okay. It hurts, like, just a little bit...likeâlike not even hurts hurts, just..." you trail off with a grimace as he comes closer. "More of an itch?"
"An itch?" Bucky sounds dubious.
"More of a burn," you concede. "A...mildly annoying but totally manageable sort of a burn."
"You are a terrible liar."
"Okay, so it hurts," you snap, the last vestiges of your patience vanishing. "I have an extensive hole in my side, I get it. It's notâI don't want you to feel bad about it. It's really not terrible, I can take it."
Bucky shakes his head. "What if it had been worse? What if they'd shot you somewhere vital?"
"They didn't."
"But what if they had?"
"Then I would have died!"
Bucky looks at you like you just kicked him. "Yeah. That's what I'm trying to say."
You open your mouth, then close it.
"You think I want that?" he asks softly.
"No." You suddenly feel very small. "Of course not, I just...just..."
"Just what?"
"I don't know," you admit with a sigh. "It's just that you are...people need you, you know? And you have a life, people who care about you, but I'm just..."
A nobody. A girl with no past, who can barely make sense of her present.
"...it would be better if it was me. That's all."
"It would never be better if you were hurt."
"Buckyâ"
"You don't get it, do you?" he asks in a low voice. "People need you too."
You roll your eyes. "Please. You mean the team?"
"Me," Bucky says pointedly. "You think it's easy for me? When you get hurt? It kills me."
The sandwich lays forgotten on the table, squashed flat under your clasped hands. "It...kills you?"
He just looks at you for a long moment.
Your heart flutters in your chest. You have a sudden, intense urge to break the silence with a terrible joke, a quip, something light and witty to dispel the heaviness in the air and make this moment go away. But before you can open your mouth, Bucky shakes his head.
"You kill me."
Okay, that's not where you thought this was going. "What?"
"When you say stuff like that. When you make it sound like you don't matter, like it's okay for you to get hurt. Or worse. It's not."
Oh.
"Bucky," you try again, with a more serious tone. "I don'tâ"
"Stop saying that," he cuts you off.
You realize your mouth is still hanging open and snap it shut.
"You want to know what I think?" Bucky is so close now you could reach out and touch him, if you were brave enough. "I think that you got this...thing in your head, that you're not good enough, or strong enough, or that you're broken somehow. I think that you forget that it's okay to want things. I think that maybe you think nobody needs you. That no one wants you."
You swallow. You're afraid to say anything, to move, because your heart is hammering against your ribs and Bucky is looking at you like he can see straight into your soul.
"But I do."
"Do...what?" you whisper.
"Want you."
It's the last thing you expect to hear. "Bucky, you don't mean that."
His voice drops an octave. "Don't tell me what I mean."
Your cheeks are burning. You feel pinned under his gaze. Your side is throbbing again and you have a mouthful of butterflies and it's all just too much.
You move to get up but only make it halfway before the wound pulls again and you wince. "Shit."
"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky reaches out to help you, one hand braced against your shoulder as you sink back down into the chair. His expression has softened. "You need to rest."
You really want to kiss him right now.
It's the closest he's ever been to you, perhaps. You can feel his breath on your face.
"I need to...? You really confuse me, Barnes."
"How so?"
"Well, first you tell me that I kill you, and then you say you want me. It's kind of a mixed messageâ"
"I'm not interested in being just friends with you," Bucky cuts you off abruptly. "Is that clear enough?"
Your lips part but nothing comes out. There's a warm, tingling sensation in your chest and you suddenly can't breathe properly. "That'sâyouâ"
Bucky smirks, just a little. He looks almost...proud of himself? Like he's happy he's rendered you speechless for once.
You decide to take a page from his book and put him on the spot. "And what do you think I want?"
"I don't know," he murmurs, leaning even closer. "But I hope it's the same thing."
His lips brush against yours, soft and gentle. He pulls away and you want to chase after him but then he's back again and kissing you harder this time, all teeth and tongue and ragged breathing and heat.
You close your eyes. Your head is spinning and you can't get enough air but you're kissing him back now, both hands coming up to fist in his shirt, holding on for dear life.
His mouth trails down your neck, leaving hot kisses along your jawline. You let out a breathy sigh.
"Is that...supposed to help me heal faster, mhm?"
Bucky just smiles against your skin.
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àłàż SAVAGE BONDS part 3 ă feyd rautha x atreides!reader ă
summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.
warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking. ( need to edit this later because I'm exhausted right now)
word count: 3.5k
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If the intruder had made another noise then hadnât been able to hear it. Not over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Dread washed over you, the blood in your veins turning to ice as you were struck with a sudden realization:Â
Either you fought for your life, here and now. . . or you died.Â
Your throat locked up, and suddenly you found yourself unable to say anything at all. Shouldnât you be screaming like a madwoman? Had he seen you undress for the night? Had he been lurking in a corner or a closet as your attendants had run your bath? Was everybody in on this?Â
Every nervous smile and antsy movement came rushing back to you. Betrayal slapped you in the face so hard that it stunned you back into motion.Â
The knife that you had hidden away in your room after breakfast was shorter than you would have liked- minimal reach, meaning youïżœïżœd have to get up close to the attacker. Still, you somehow managed to kick the sheets off of you in order to lurch to the side before he was able to brandish his own blade. You heard it cut through the air, the loud tearing of the pillow where your head had just been perched a millisecond ago echoed through the pitch black room.Â
You moved towards the door, bare feet against ice cold marble, and finally began to open your mouth to scream for whatever guards were sure to be stationed near the guest quarters.Â
âI wouldnât bother,â The manâs voice sneered, a smile evident in his voice. âNo one will save you.âÂ
There it was. The truth.Â
Everyone hated you, but you already knew as much. There was very little you could do in your nightdress- no way you could properly fend off an attacker without any shoes on your feet. Even worse, you had no shield.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â You questioned, raising the knife so that you were holding it defensively in front of you. You hated how pathetic you sounded with your voice shaking like that. Still, your hands held strong.Â
Under immense trauma and stress like this your body had gone into autopilot. Again and again your training has been hammered into you. You must remain calm. Act with surety.Â
Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear.Â
You waited, listening to see if he was getting close to you. The bed creaked, the attacker stepping into a single ray of silver light that had escaped through the blinds.
 It was a guard.Â
So this was planned. You should have known enough. You would have thought that Feyd would have been the one to orchestrate the whole thing, but his earlier warning had made it clear to you that he hadnât wanted you to perish. At least not like this.Â
He didnât say anything else to you before his arm came barrelling down. You stepped to the side, almost tripping over the fabric of your dress in your panic. The cutter blade struck the wall behind you, and in the manâs blind fury he left his side completely defenseless. You surged forward, the knife tightly clutched in your hand, and brought it down hard on his arm. He cried out, the sound nearly deafening you as it echoed off of the empty walls.Â
âYou bitch!â His weapon clung against the ground.Â
Still, his uninjured arm struck against the side of your face. The world tilted beneath you as you stumbled backwards, your spine cracking against the dresser drawer as your knees buckled beneath you. Pain. It felt like he had just drilled a hole clean into the side of your face. No one had ever landed a blow to you like that. The guard took advantage of your stunned state, moving forward so that he could wrap his meaty hands around your throat.Â
You needed to use the Voice. He had to stop. . . but his hands were squeezing too tightly. Your lips moved but little more than fearful croaks escaped you. Tears pooled in your eyes at the pressure, at the pain, at the fucking fear that was threatening to swallow you up whole, whole, whole until you were nothing. Your nails scrapped against any bit of skin that you could find. He hissed in pain, using the weight of your own body against you as he slammed you against the dresser where he currently had you pinned.Â
You kicked out your legs, desperately trying to find a foothold so that you could wrench yourself upwards. If you were in pants then you might have been able to save yourself, but your bare feet slid out against the loose fabric pooled underneath you. The man had struck when you had been most vulnerable. He was killing you.Â
Your eyes widened, the tears finally spilling past the thick wall of your lower lashes. He was killing you. He was killing you. He was killing you.Â
With the ringing filling your ears, you hadnât heard the commotion outside of your door. Only when it slammed open, light from the hall flooding in, did you realize that someone had been alerted. The hands around your throat loosened just enough for you to take a deep, wheezing breath in.Â
âHelp me.â But you couldnât reach the correct frequency, not when your vocal cords were so damaged.Â
Still, with bleary eyes you stared up at whoeverâs large form filled the doorway. Begging them to save you.Â
And so they did.Â
The world just fell away, like ink on wet paper- it all bled around him. All sound and sight ebbed away, the only thing visible in his rage being your tear filled eyes. Feyd had seen looks of pure terror on the faces of men he had bested countless times before. It never meant much to him. The lives he had taken never weighed heavy on his shoulders. He never cared much for anything aside from his own ambitions. He had goals- found minor joy in sharpening his mind and his blades.Â
 He had carried his memories of you from childhood with him into adulthood, each glance and nervous smile acted as a balm that soothed any future traumas or worries. He knew that one day he would be standing exactly where he was right then, with you within arms length.Â
This wasnât what he had pictured throughout the years though. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was currently witnessing.Â
Women bled the same as men did. He never felt overly-noble when it came to protecting them, no matter how weak or frail they looked. Feyd understood that it was survival of the fittest. People lost their lives every day in much crueler ways than suffocation. . .Â
But the guard had his hands around your throat, and in that moment Feyd no longer saw the proud woman that had managed to nearly knock him off of his feet earlier. No, in that moment you looked just like that six year old little girl he had always cared for so dearly. You looked exactly how he had left you- scared, fragile and innocent.Â
Feyd-Rautha wasnât quite sure what love was, but he could imagine that it must be what he felt for you. Losing you was an impossibility, heâd never let it happen. He couldnât.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?âÂ
An eerie sort of calm befell the room, the only sounds being your shaky breaths as you tried to fill your aching lungs with air. The guard didnât answer him, only stared with fearful eyes up at the Na-Baron. He was looking Death right in the face.Â
âWas it your idea to attack her in the middle of the night like this?â Feyd took another step into the room, which had the guard scooting back awkwardly on his knees. âYou were going to kill her in the dark like she was no better than an animal.âÂ
He hadnât even been brave enough to face you with the lights on.Â
Feyd, without turning around, used his foot to close the door behind him. Once again the room plummeted into pitch black darkness. There was a shuffling sound in front of him, the man trying to get to his feet as fast as he could to put some distance between the two of them, but it was too late. Feyd followed the source of the noise and reached out, grabbing the man around the stomach before sinking his blade deep into his neck. A sick wet gurgling noise caused you to let out a small cry. Still, the blue eyed man wouldnât be offput by your disgust.Â
He had to pay for what he did to you.Â
And so he dislodged the knife easily, the sharp blade gliding through muscle and skin, and then stabbed again. And again. And again. The guard moaned in pain, trying his hardest to buck and fight Feyd off of him. Even when the manâs legs gave out from under him Feyd followed him, falling to his knees so that he could continue his ruthless assault.Â
The Na-Baron grit his teeth, eyes wide as his knife continued to find purchase in the corpse beneath him. The bastard had caused you to suffer. He had hurt you. Feyd didnât stop there either. He stood up and made his way out into the hallway.Â
The rage had made a home somewhere deep in his chest. He didnât know what to do with so much anger. He needed. . . he needed to make everyone atone for what they had done to you. Did they think that he would approve of their lame assassination attempt?Â
âYou heard everything and did nothing!â He screamed out at the other guards who stood in the hallway.Â
His hands were coated in blood, his black shirt and night pants soaked through, clinging to his skin. All they could do was watch him, unable to say anything at all. Feyd knew that they could not deny his claims. They had all been in on this from the start.Â
And so he raised his blade again and did not stop until every man in the hallway was long-dead.Â
Not a word had been said since the incident. You didnât even complain when Feyd had all but dragged you through the halls, rather you followed him as emotionless as a doll. The blood of the fallen marred your arms and crisp white nightdress. It was as if your body had gone into auto pilot. Your mind was lost to you, as you felt as though you were floating off somewhere far away. You no longer existed at all.Â
You were just a hollow shell now, in a state of shock that had you shutting down completely.Â
Where was he taking you? You didnât know, nor did you particularly care anymore.Â
The guardâs final breaths had sounded wet, probably due to the blood in his lungs. The blade hitting bone. His moans of pain. Those sounds still echoed in your ears, and you were positive that youâd never be able to get them out of your head.Â
Youâd never witnessed anything like that in all of your life. Someone had been killed mere feet away from you. And yet you werenât sorry for him. You searched yourself for even an inkling of pity and came up short. The bastard got what he deserved.Â
âWhy did you have to do that in front of me?â You managed to mumble out.Â
Tonight would soon become a memory that would never abandon you. Even in old age you were certain that you would be able to recall every gut wrenching detail of tonights events. When the door leading out to the doorway had opened and illuminated the room, Feydâs sins had been revealed in full to you.Â
The guard was unrecognizable. He no longer looked human to you, his insides turned out. Your betrothed had quite literally gutted your attacker in front of you.Â
Your bare feet tracked blood on the floors, the long skirts of your nightgown soaked with another manâs blood.Â
âI killed him for you. I wanted you to experience every moment of retribution.â He didnât turn around to face you as he spoke. Instead he kept his eyes on the hallway, the pupils of his pale blue eyes blown out wide.Â
You cast a look down at the hand that was holding your arm in a vice-like grip. He was shaking. It was almost as though he could feel your eyes on his hand. His trembling fingers dug into your soft skin.Â
Feyd released you once the two of you were alone in a room together, closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure. You stood there, motionless as you followed the line of his jaw with your eyes. The muscle there ticked a few times as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He was still agitated, you could tell.Â
âYouâre starting to bruise.â He motioned towards his own neck.Â
Your hand flew up to your throat, poking at the tender skin. It felt hot under your touch- sore too. It would serve as a reminder of how close you had come to death. Tonight you felt nothing. . . but what about tomorrow? Would you ever be able to sleep again?Â
âHow did you know that I was being attacked?â Your suspicion was beginning to build back up again. There were just too many coincidences.Â
âYou think I had something to do with this?â He sounded agitated. There was no hint of his usual sarcastic lilt in his tone.Â
Youâd never seen Feyd like this before. He actually seemed. . . offended but your gentle accusation.Â
âYou canât answer my question with yet another question. How did you know I was being attacked?â You might have been in a state of immense shock but you still had some wits about you.Â
You were locked in a room with a murderer, and the possibility that he had a hand in your assassination attempt was high. Once again you found yourself utterly defenseless. If he tried to attack you now there was no way that youâd be able to defend yourself. Not only that but your throat was wrecked. You could barely talk at the current moment, meaning you couldnât even depend on the Voice if you needed to. You were as helpless as a child in the wake of Feydâs power.Â
âI see you in my dreams sometimes.âÂ
Anyone else would have called him insane, but you were used to Paulâs dreams. Theyâd been getting even more vivid as he aged. So Feyd had a dream that you were in danger? You found it difficult to believe that he would go out of his way to come to your rescue. Still, here he was.Â
âIs that why you warned me today at breakfast?â The pieces were finally beginning to fall into place. Heâd known something was going to happen since last night.Â
âYes,â He tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought. âSomething told me to go and see you.âÂ
You didnât have it in yourself to question him further. Youâd have to be satisfied with his answers. What you really wanted was a bath and a fresh change of clothes. One last look at your soiled clothes had your nose wrinkling in disgust. The smell of blood was thick in your nose- so strong that the iron scent almost smelled sweet. You gagged outwardly, putting your hands on your knees as you suddenly dry heaved.Â
âYou realize that he couldnât be left alive after what he had done, donât you?âÂ
Of course you did. That didnât make it any better though. Your fingers stuck together, caked in blood, as you balled them into fists at your sides.Â
âBath.â Was all you said, already looking around the room that you assumed was his living quarters for any sign of a tub.Â
He didnât make any complaints as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself. Feyd gave you the time to process everything, didnât knock on the door even once as the minutes ticked by. You stayed in the water until your fingers pruned and rubbed your skin until it was raw. Blood was everywhere. Under your nails, between your toes- it had even soaked through your dress and now caked your lower legs and thighs.Â
You threw on a thin cotton robe you found neatly folded on a small towel rack, tying it tightly around your waist before you built up the courage to face your fiance again.Â
âTake me back to my room.â You were eager to fall asleep.Â
Youâd been through too much. The thought of having to be conscious was tiring in itself. If you could close your eyes and sleep for the next ten years then you would.Â
You missed your home. You missed your parents and Paul. You missed stability and security. Your life felt lost to you now.Â
âThis is your room now.â He was laying on the bed, already in a change of clothes. He seemingly took a bath himself while you had locked yourself away. There was no trace of gore left on him now.Â
Your mouth went dry, palms pooling with sweat. Surely you were understanding him incorrectly.Â
âYou canât expect me to sleep in the same room with you. We arenât married.â There was absolutely no way your parents would approve of something like this.Â
âI donât trust anyone besides myself with your safety.âÂ
You didnât trust anyone. Especially not Feyd.Â
âWhy should I be expected to sleep with you? I donât feel comfortable-âÂ
âI will kill anyone that lays a finger on you again. Let that pile of bodies act as a warning to anyone else that tries. Thatâs why you should be expected to stay here with me. Get in the bed.â He seemed tired. Aggitated.Â
âNo.â You held strong. Never in your life had you slept in the same room as a man, let alone someone like Feyd-Rautha. Heâd sooner kill you in your sleep then anyone else would.Â
âCome here.â His tone caused you to jump.Â
You had to bite your tongue as you approached him, sitting down awkwardly on the bed before you finally succumbed to his wishes. The bed was softer than your own, which you immediately envied. The soft mattress enveloped you, and all at once the tiredness you hadnât felt until then finally sank in.Â
You didnât put up much more of a fight. Your eyes were beginning to close on their own accord. Feyd was watching you, turned on his side so that he could get a better look at you. It was then, for the first time ever, that you fully noted how beautiful he was. Up close like this he was even more striking. Blue eyes, full lips and pale, flawless skin.Â
One thing that went unnoticed by you was the fact that Feyd didnât turn the lights off.Â
Without having to ask. . . he didnât turn the lights off.Â
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Could you write a continuation of yandere satosugu where the reader lived and they try everything to help her get better and care for her?
| making up for mistakes | yandere satosugu x reader |
-> continuation of the first part: link đ
you had survived the almost suicide attempt you so carefully & yet so carelessly attempted. you were sure you werenât getting up after this. damn it you made sure to hit your head hard, you could see blanks, you could see stars in your eyes until it all faded to a peaceful nothing-ness.
now, youâre awake again. nothing hurts. you know they mustâve told their friend shoko to aid in your injuries. you feel like youâve woken up from a long slumber. unwanted as it may be⊠it does make you feel eerily refreshed. you stretch your limbs from the bed, theyâre going to kill you for this. kill you for hampering with their property. oh well â at this point youâre fine with it. whatâs it going to do? hurt you. pain is all there is they could ever offer anyways. maybe you can scream out and wish it gets over. thatâs all you set your mind to.
you look to the side, the curtains are open and there is a little drizzle of snow. it brings a smile to your face. what if you hadnât been kidnapped? it wouldâve been so fun to hop into one of the lovely cafes you like & order some hot cocoa. put both your hands and wrap them around the ceramic of the hot cup and exhale in utter relaxation of the aroma the sweet cafe has to offer. oh⊠happy days.
its nauseating what your life is now, wrapping a blanket around yourself and checking down below. you are wearing clothes, decent clothes⊠not the sultry, slutty ones that satoru forces you to wear. you feel like you could throw up when the reminder occurs again. beaten up like you were nothing but an animal, throwing up in pain and anxiety--
"there we go! princess! awake! oh my god!" satoru comes in and hugs you tightly, his bulky arms wrapping against you, he doesn't let your mind have the time to panic. besides, satoru was... not the one who inflicted you that pain. even though he did nothing about it, in a moment of pure misery, your mind would latch on to him for comfort. "baby- you scared daddy, please don't do that ever again. fuck! i thought i lost you." you could hear the heartbeats on your snow haired man, they were ragged and reminded of the same panic you once bore.
"sorry." your eyes lack all emotions, just a soft murmur escaping you. the haunting realization that you were alive was eating you up. even so, it was your soul that had died. it's the dejected way you answered that makes satoru panic even more. immediately at your knees, leaning against your thighs and mumbling soft apologies, tears wetting your skin. "please baby, I'm so sorry, i should never have let that happen... you did a mistake that's all! you- you- pissed us off." he shakes his head, hugging you tightly.
your hands robotically landed across his hair, caressing. "it's okay, i did wrong, i understand."
your responses were making him nauseous, he hated seeing you in pain, but suguru always says its something that's needed. why is it needed? you're not an animal, are you? the ways with which satoru and suguru try to 'discipline' their toy they are delusional enough to call their lover is insane.
"i got breakfast, little one." now, your heart sinks. you hear the voice of the man who did this to you, mothering, now that his rage is faded into pure, eviscerating guilt. "you have no idea the joy it gives me seeing you awake." suguru hums, and you latch onto satoru, hugging him tightly. satoru's heart skips a beat. this was not the first time you had reached out to him, yet, you did it by your own. it gives him a sick sense of protectiveness. "he wouldn't do anything to ya baby, suguru loves you too." he reminds, looking at a devastated suguru.
"please don't hurt yourself again, angel" suguru hums, leaning in and kissing your forehead. it makes you sick to your stomach, how they treat you right now. you know that whatever you did yielded no results. and they are ever so careful about the same. you're pretty sure you'd have either of them by your side at all times.
"let's go and eat, suguru's made your favorite!" satoru chirps, happily holding you princess-style and going to the dining area. your eyes wandered to the other room on the way, the same room where this all happened, it's making you panic internally. the grotesque reminder of how they treated you. you're about to throw up again.
as soon as satoru puts you down, you run to throw up in disgust, nothing comes out except a few drops of water. your stomach is empty as is. a large, looming hand caresses your back. "I'm sorry, angel. please relax." suguru-- it's suguru...
"i'm sorry." you answered, "i am so sorry." you nodded to get back to the dining area, you should know better than to be with satoru. its not like suguru wouldn't do anything he wants anyways... you'd just like to have some comfort over it.
luckily for you, the breakfast went fine, you were eating quietly, while satoru just observed you. how uncomfortable you looked, the subtle shift in your demeanor. every tiny thing. suguru is essentially doing the same, gazing at your way and observing you. "you look beautiful." suguru comments, and you force a smile from the deepest pits of your psyche. "thank you, suguru."
you know he's ticked off, you need to call them 'daddy' and you're here, addressing them by their first names. sigh... they just have to help you heal, there isn't anything they can do about it really. they pushed you this far, and they should make up for it.
however, as days turn into weeks, satoru and suguru are forced to face the haunting realization that your mental and physical health is worsening. you barely eat, barely talk... you just, stare into the nothingness of empty spaces. satoru has avoided missions to take care of you. he is by your side, sleeps next to you, kisses your forehead, helps you take a shower. while earlier, you tried to at least pretend and work with it. answer however you could, talk to them, fake your smiles, now its nothing. you barely talk.
this time, satoru has a mission to take care of, but suguru is the one who's spending time with you. gently placing you on the bathtub, caressing your forearm, massaging it, decorating it with petals. "there we go little girl, there we go. feels nice?" he coos, and when you don't respond, sighs weakly. he wishes he could at least hear something out of you. when he sees you immersed in auto-pilot, he hums by himself; "yes, yes it is." he has to talk to himself in hopes that its you talking to him. "you know, me and satoru... we were thinking a trip to Italy sounds nice, or maybe Paris.." you used to love travelling, he hopes that would utter out a response from you. NOTHING comes out of you however. that makes suguru's heart break a little, "or maybe, anywhere that you like." he hums, sighing.
"angel?" he asks softly, leaning in and kissing your neck, maybe that would at least earn some leaning back. your resistance...
none.
"talk to me for fucks sake!" suguru snarls, glaring hard at you. you don't even flinch at that, contrary to your earlier flinching and tweaking. a sigh escapes him and then comes bubbling tears. he has truly fucked you up. the haunting realization finally hits him. he can't live with it anymore... it's choking the very fiber of his being.
the rest of the shower passes by in a haze, and suguru is quiet, tears dripping from his face. "what should i do so that you become normal again?" he asks again, pouting and begging with his eyes. no response...
he gets up after tucking you in bed. the dark circles in your eyes are an explicit example of how less you're sleeping. sometimes you wake up with irritating nightmares, screaming and crying. that's the only moment when satoru and suguru are welcomed by your affections.
suguru sighs, he needs to win you this time. or maybe... what's that called? stockholm syndrome?
or maybe, he needs to discuss with satoru about erasing your memory...
or maybe, he needs a curse that can shove your memory off and then they can date you.. from scratch...
either way, they're not leaving you. anytime soon.
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Illumi stares at you often, and when I mean often, 95% of the time spent with him involves him staring at you at least a little.
His big, black eyes always seem drawn to you when youâre in his vicinity, pulling you into their dark depths. Youâd think it would feel cold, considering his profession or cold personality, but looking into his eyes feels strangely warm and fills you with fuzzy feelings.
The dark haired assassin had never felt the way he felt about you before. At first he hated the way you made him feel, avoiding you at all costs. But the distance made his heart hurt, which again, is something heâs never really felt before.
If he hadnât met you, none of this would have happened. Maybe⊠just maybe if he just took care of you and ended your life, that would make his heart stop racing every time he spotted you.
But he could never do it. You were full of blind spots, way too trusting, and much weaker than him, but still⊠he could never find the chance to kill you.
No⊠thatâs not true. Just by walking past you alone, he could count at least 14 ways he could have swiftly ended your life within seconds, but when he moved to pull out his needles⊠he physically couldnât. The needles heavy in his pocket, his heart thumping against his chest so fast that it made breathing difficult.
Killing was the only way he knew how to really interact with others. Killing them, killing for them⊠itâs all he really knew. So when you spotted him at a party for Hunters that he only attended so he could gather information on a target and invited him to join you for a drink⊠he couldnât say no.
While the two of you talked, every little thing you did was noted down by him and stored away in his brain. The way you drilled your fingernails against the table when you were trying to remember something, the way you smiled softly when he occasionally spoke up, and even the way you breathed.
When you got up to leave, you gently patted his shoulder, saying that the two of you should âhang out sometimeâ.
And that single touch was the beginning of the end.
Just that small amount of physical contact made him feel way more drunk than the drink heâd been sipping on. The warmth of your touch reminded him of the first time he tried rum. The warm, almost scorching feeling of the liquor running down his throat almost matched the intensity of that little touch.
And he wanted more.
He had never gotten as hard as he did the night after you touched him. He found himself jerking off to pictures he found of you on your social media, imagining your pussy clenching around him instead of the touch of his hand.
As the months passed, you found yourself encountering Illumi a lot more than you had in the past. Whether it be on jobs, random bump ins at the bar or while you were shopping⊠itâs like you saw him everywhere these days.
Illumi felt no guilt over putting a small tracking device in your bag. After all, he killed people for a living, this was nothing.
He told himself that he was just fascinated with your ability, or perhaps even your knowledge on a specific subject. But that shouldnât have been enough for him to be carrying you home from the bar after you had a few too many, his hands holding back your hair when you needed to vomit.
Illumi had never taken care of someone before, but when he attempted to leave you to your own devices, your hand held onto his sleeve.
âDonât goâŠâ
This is when he realized that he didnât want anything you could give him that he thought. Your knowledge or your abilities meant nothing to him in the moment, what mattered is that he was curled up next to you, staring at you as you slept.
Illumi could go multiple days without sleep, so he spent the entire night just staring. Here you were, with your cheek squished against his arm, your hands clutching his shirt as you slept.
Could you ever even comprehend the things he had seen and done? Did you even understand that the man you had allowed into your bed ended otherâs lives for a price?
You slept so soundly, as if you were not curled up with an experienced assassin. He couldnât help but reach out and cup your cheek, squeezing the soft flesh between two of his nimble, pale fingers. This made to whine a bit in your sleep, but it didnât wake you.
He was just⊠in awe of you. Everything you did had his heart racing. Even asleep, your actions could send him into cardiac arrest if he wasnât careful.
As he caressed you, something he had been wanting to do for a while, his mind wandered.
What would happen if someone like him was sent to kill you? You were too trusting, too kind and naive for your own good.
He couldnât let that happen.
That thought made him pause. For the first time in his life, he wanted to protect someone instead of use them for his personal gain. You werenât just a means to an end or a stepping stone to his success⊠you were you.
And he loved you.
Love⊠the concept was foreign to him, but if that was the word that described what he was feeling for you⊠maybe he could somewhat understand the cheap romance novels he had read when bored on missions.
In the morning, you were sick again. He did his best to help you. Illumi had seen plenty of nasty things, he could handle some vomit and tears.
âThank you, IllumiâŠâ
He glanced to you as he put on his coat to leave. You were in your pajamas still, your face still a bit warm from embarrassment. The two of you barely knew each other, yet you had roped him into taking care of you.
âIt was⊠no trouble.â
âB-but it was! Canât I do anything for you to make up for it?â
He stopped, pausing by the door. â⊠be mine.â
The heat in your face increased tenfold. âWhat⊠did you just say?â
âI said be mine.â
Illumi was in front of you in no time, his hand was cold, but firm on your waist. âI want you, (Name).â
âUmâŠâ
You laughed nervously, flustered. âHow about a date?â
âThose terms are acceptable.â
As Illumi walked towards the car that had come to pick him up, he was already planning out how heâd bring up the prospect of marriage to his family. Of course they wouldnât stop him, but he would prefer their approval.
Illumi opened his phone, seeing that you had texted him.
(Name): how about Sunday at 7 pm?
That was in two days. Would he be able to find a ring that suited you by then? Ah⊠but he really wanted to see you again as soon as possible.
Illumi: Sounds great.
He could feel himself get hard with excitement. As he looked out at the scenery passing by, he wondered if you wanted one or two kids.
âThree or more would be best⊠but Iâll let her decide. Sheâll be the one bearing my children after all.â
Unbeknownst to you, your entire future was being laid out for you. For the better or worse.
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Astarion doesn't ask for affection because he can't..... yet.
Ah, more tea steeping in this seeming endless sea of thoughts. This brew is a bit strong on the heart. Read with caution.
Warning for game spoilers and talk of abuse.
This perspective is from game content only. How anybody cannons their relationships or behaviors is perfectly right. No blame, no shame, it's your game.
I was always miffed at the lack of initiated affection from Astarion as a partner. YOU ask him for a kiss. YOU ask him for a hug. YOU ask him to tell you thank you after being an amazing partner and killing a massive beastie just for him! Brat...
But then I had a sudden realization. Given his past, affection is probably insanely hard to ask for. Like it can be for a lot of us.
Stay awhile and listen. (nerd)
Now when I speak of narcissistic abuse I am only speaking from what I know about it. I have no academic or phycology degree on the matter. Just good ol' tossed in the pond and forced to sink or swim experience.
Astarion spent 200 years under the crushing weight of narcissistic / psychopathic abuse. One of the things these types of abusers love to do is take what you love and make you hate it and then make you hate yourself for ever having liked it to begin with. All very nasty business that. But it's one of the main corner stones for the cage they build to control you.
They make you feel as if the request of a simple hug is the most pathetic thing you could ask for. Or the most selfish thing as it inconveniences them. They don't want it, why should they give it to you?
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..
200 years with a master who used him like a tool. 200 years with siblings that fought amongst each other so much comfort was a liability. Nights coming home assaulted only to be mocked for your tears. Insulted for your need of comfort.
"Pathetic! Weak! Disgusting! "
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..
Affection was nowhere to be found there, I assure you.
And for a Narc. anything given is expected to be "earned" in any way they see fit. And if you were "rewarded" with anything, it comes at high price.
And how dare you not find it fair. You ingrate!
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..
Hugs are pathetic. Kisses are an intrusion. Or they become gateways to other unwanted behaviors. To be held...what are you? A baby? The only way you are going to get held, is down.
Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue.. The pattern continues.
But you ask HIM for a kiss. And he says..
"There is nothing I'd like more."
And he means it.
I'd bet a mountain of gold he wants to just ask you himself. But years of conditioning to expect pain when seeking pleasure probably keeps him in a choke hold. Like rats that are shocked every time they try to eat food out of a dish. They learn it is safer to starve.
"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or a hug, but they might think i'm weak. But if they ask me first then it's them who wants it and they can't degrade me for it because they asked, not me. It's safe then."
"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or hug, but they might reject me for being too needy and shame and berate me for being so selfish or demanding of their time and person. But if they ask they have time and want me to kiss/hug them."
"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or a hug, but my primal brain keeps telling me they might demand more than I want to give in return for it. But if they ask, I have the power of negotiating the outcome."
This leads me to believe he would view sex and affection very differently as well.
Where most find affection safe and nurturing, it's anxiety educing and unsafe. It means there are feelings and if there are feelings there is the risk and fear of rejection or judgment. It's much scarier.
Where most find sex to be connecting and intimate, it's been used so much it's lost any meaning. Something you can do a thousand times over and walk away the second it's done and feel nothing afterward.
This may even be a part of the reason why he wants to stop having sex.
He wants to connect with you in ways denied to him. He wants the experience of being courted, treasured, nurtured. It means so much more to him than sex. It is so much more connecting.
Feeling this way is wretched and lonely. The most basic instinct is to want to seek comfort in the arms of those who love us. But it's broken. The risk is too great.
And it's hard. Because you could be the sweetest most honorable Tav in the whole of Fearun. But after being fed poised apples one too many times, all apples appear poisonous regardless of if is true or not.
I have no doubt that this prickly elf soaks up every second of non sexual affection you give him. And truly is grateful for your patience while he slowly and carefully disarms the safety measures he put in place to survive. The fact that he even allowed you to touch him like that at all was a monumental act of trust. And why not? You are incredible after all.
I'm going to go ask my elf for a kiss now. And then cry in my cup.
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kinktober day 10 - hybrids (again) leon kennedy! x fem!black-cat-hybrid!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, hybrids, heat cycles, daddy kink
Sweet and silent. That's how you moved about Leon's home ever since the day he brought you in. His precious little black cat.
He hadn't really been looking for a companion of any kind when it happened. His most recent string of hookups had all amounted to nothing as usual. He didn't even know if he was capable of anything long term anymore. Living life in service of the D.S.O. kept him away from home often enough that any woman with aspirations of a family would pack her bags before she ever got the invitation to move in.
Though with you, he never really extended that offer in the first place. You sort of just fell into his lap after being discarded by your unit in the BSAA. You'd been the lone feline in a unit of canines. After realizing what should have been obvious, that it was a horrible idea, they cut you loose. With nowhere to go, Chris brought you to Leon's attention, knowing the other man had been going through a hard time and could use a companion of some sort.
While he was reluctant at first, those cute curious eyes of yours were hard to resist. And now that almost a year had gone by, he couldn't have been happier about saying yes.
During the days you napped on the couch right where the sun cast through the window. He'd come home from work and find your soft form glowing, radiant under the orangey yellow rays. Your eyes would flutter open as soon as you sensed his presence, and you'd lazily rise to greet him, dragging your cheek across the expanse of his chest and nuzzling into his muscles.
At night, you drifted through the halls curious about what you could get up to without his supervision. It was never anything too troublesome, just the natural urge to explore more than anything else. He didn't mind. You'd gone from being trained for stealth missions to being allowed to laze about for however long you pleased. A little restlessness was to be expected.
Plus, that wasn't the most jarring form of restlessness he saw from you.
When you'd come into his life, Chris had warned him about 'heat cycles.' He told him what it meant and how he could deal with it, but honestly, Leon hadn't been too concerned with the idea. He figured it would be like normal ovulation, if not slightly more intense.
He didn't expect the power with which it affected you. The way you clung to him as if the smallest bit of separation would kill you. Your face stayed in the crook of his neck, taking deep huffs of his scent every few seconds. And your hips, they never seemed to stop moving. You were constantly squirming, trying to grind up against him and get some friction on the aching bundle of nerves between your legs.
Finally, he gave in and fucked you out of pure necessity. He was worried you'd throw yourself into pure exhaustion from how desperate you seemed.
But like the initial choice to take you in, he didn't regret this one either.
The change in your relationship didn't make things awkward. It didn't feel weird or uncomfortable now. The two of you were closer than ever. He could see how much you loved the affection. It was obvious now that your craving for it was a big part of what had you so restless in the first place.
And now the two of you could have days like today. Time where the hours passed with you tangled in each other's arms, him nice and snug inside of you.
âI understand why you like laying in the sun so much, sweetheart. Makes you all warm,â he murmurs into the back of your head.
He nuzzles you gently as his hips pump against your ass in a lazy rhythm. The two of you were laid up on the couch. It was your favorite time of day to sprawl out for a nap. The sun cast through the window at the perfect angle to bathe the sofa in its radiance.
You nod languidly in response to him. âMhm,â you purr, pushing hips back against his body.
âSuch a good girl for me,â he whispers.
He grabs your waist tighter and keeps thrusting. Even with the increased pressure, the pace remains soothing. His nose drags up the back of your neck as he takes in your scent.
He'd never known bliss like this before you. Prior to your arrival, life seemed so bleak. It was job after job, and the space between them was as bleak as the missions themselves. He never imagined himself experiencing peace like this. So calming it melted into genuine happiness.
"My sweet girl. So perfect for me. Don't know what I'd do without you," he mutters.
"Don't know either. Always need you," you mumble, the tone in your voice breaking into a whine.
His free hand glides up to massage at one of the obsidian ears atop your head. The move brings a deep rumble of pleasure from your chest, causing his dick to throb within you.
"That's my baby," he grunts, "You know just what daddy likes, don't you?"
The title makes your clit pulse, and your ass automatically writhes backwards. He knows the effect that word has on you. Ever since you'd accidentally let it slip once, he'd never allowed you to live it down.
"Mhm," you hum in response. Further words weren't needed. Both of you knew it was the truth. That everything you did in moments like these was for the other.
He now takes his hand off your head and brings it down and around to the front of your body. His fingers wrap around your palm, clasping your hand in his own. You can feel the tiny tremble in his limb. The shiver of impending release.
"You gonna make daddy cum, baby? Gonna let him get you all warm and full?" he rasps.
You nod eagerly. That was a question you would never say no to.
His pelvis keeps connecting with the swell of your ass as he thrusts deep inside. His tip kisses all the little internal sweet spots inside you. It's only a few more pumps before he spills himself inside you. His fingers drop your hand to swirl around your clit and get you there too. It feels like heaven, riding out the high with him, bathed in warm sunlight.
When the both of you have started to come down, you feel kisses being laid upon the back of your neck. He rubs your belly at the same time, long soothing swipes of his hand stroking back and forth. It brings you back to earth, but you still feel a little hazy since he hadn't pulled out.
"What do you think about taking a nap now?" he asks softly.
You nod, already drowsy yourself. Now you just had the added bonus of him staying with you.
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Post-Injury Hurt/Comfort Series - Monster Trio
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji
Reader: GN
Word Count: 3.3k
CW: blood, gore, graphic depictions of injury, stitches
Ao3 Link
After writing The Break, I've always wanted to do drabbles of the same scenario for other characters, so here we are. ( 0v0)/
Luffy
It happens in an instant. One moment, youâve brought your mace down on the head of the lion Zoan, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. You collapse next to his body, exhausted from the fight.
The next moment, the lion Zoan lunges at you from the floor, one massive paw smashing into your face with all the strength of their devil fruit, sickle claws tearing your flesh open.
You go flying. You hit the ground hard, leaving a smear of blood from your body skidding. Dazed, you try and get your bearings, berating yourself for letting your guard down early, praying it didnât cost you the fight. The lion Zoan snarls and charges you.
âGum-Gum Whip!â
The sight of your captain intercepting your opponent brings a heavy reliefâif Luffyâs finished with his own opponent, that means your part is done, too. You can finally catch your breath.
With the rest comes the dull, burning pain across your face. The enemy mostly got you in the nose and mouth, miraculously missing your eyes. Blood runs from your nose and mouth and drips from your chin, bleeding as heavily as a head wound. Still, youâre not too concerned. Itâs only when the rest of the crew catches up to you and you try to talk that you realize how much damage the lion did, because not only does speaking hurt, but Nami makes a face at the sight of you.
The local anesthetic that Chopper gives you helps a little bit, but it still hurts when he realigns your nose and stitches up the gashes. Luffy holds your hand the entire time, knowing you hate needles.
âGood job, Y/n!â Luffy says after Chopperâs done. âYouâre real tough!â
âThanks, Captain.â You sigh. âI would have been fine if I hit him again, but I thought he was down. I forgot how resilient Zoans can be.â
âYou didnât want to kill him.â
âI know, I shouldnât take these fights so lightlyââ
âY/n, thatâs a good thing.â Luffy stretches an arm around your shoulder. âYouâre a good person. Besides, I was able to take him out easily because of the damage you did.â
âNami looked horrified when she saw my face,â you say. âI must look like a mess.â
âYou do,â Luffy says honestly, making you smileâwhich pulls on your stitches.
âOwww, ohâŠsmiling hurts.â
âThen donât smile!â
âI canât help it. You make me smile. You know this.â
Luffy rubs his chin, eyes rolling up as he thinks. âThen I should stay away from you.â
âNooo, donât do that! I need you around to cheer me up! Especially now.â You take his hand thatâs hanging around your shoulder, feeling your chest lighten when he squeezes back.
âWell, in that case, Iâll just not make you smile!â he says.
âI donât think thatâs possible.â You chuckle, then look at the mirror hanging on the wall. If you need to lower your mood, thereâs an easy shortcutâthe combination of your inflamed, swollen skin, plus the stitches make you look nothing short of monstrous.
Luffy notices your face falling. âWhatâs wrong?â
âItâs going to scar. And not even in a cool way.â Living with severe facial scarring probably wonât be that badâyou are a pirate, after allâbut itâll still be new. And, to be honest, youâre not ready for your appearance to change so dramatically.
âWhat are you talking about? Itâll be super cool!â Luffy says earnestly. ïżœïżœEveryone will know what a strong pirate you are!â
Heâs trying to cheer you up. You donât want to bring him down in the dumps with you, but you canât help but be bummed out.
âBut what if I donât want to look cool?â you say. âWhat if I just want to look like me? I mean, who could possibly find a face like this appealing?â You ghost your fingers over the stitches on your lips. âWho would kiss lips like mine?â
You think youâre holding it in okay, but the admission has you tearing up. Youâre being ridiculousâyou should be happy to be alive. But why did it have to be your face? WhyâŠ
Luffy stares at you in that way he does when heâs thinking. You canât tell whatâs going through his mind.
It happens in an instant.
One moment youâre sitting next to each other in silence. The next moment, he wraps his other arm around you, pulls you in close, and lightly presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss.
It hurts a little, but it also feels so good that your tears break free and sting where they roll over your cuts.
âDid that hurt? Iâm sorry, Y/n,â Luffy says when he pulls away.
âNo, no! It was nice! It was really nice.â You have to fight not to smile.
âOh, good! I liked it too!â he giggles, looking overjoyed.
âWhen I heal up, will you do that again?â
âI can do it right now!â Luffy says eagerly, but you clear your throat and tilt your head toward the doorway.
Chopper is standing there, little hooves on his hips, thoroughly unimpressed with the both of you and your method of boosting morale.
Zoro
Zoro was always one to downplay his injuries. Next to Chopper, you gave him the most trouble for it out of anyone in the crew. He figured that so long as he got medical attention, the extent of the injuries was no big deal.
He never expected to be on the receiving end.
In the heat of battle, heâs entirely focused on his opponent. This enemy crew is tough, but not the strongest theyâve faced. Strong enough to demand his full concentration.
However, Zoro knows the unique sound of a sword cutting through flesh. When he hears the shhk! noise behind him and remembers youâre also fighting a sword user, heâs so badly distracted he almost gets hit. He has just enough presence of mind to finish off his enemy before turning around.
Thatâs when he sees you fire a bullet into your opponentâs leg, your free arm wrapped around your stomach. Thereâs blood seeping between your fingers. In the time it takes him to rush to your side, you shoot your opponent again in the other leg, making him crumple, then once in each arm, rendering him completely unable to fight back from where he lays.
âYo,â you say casually, but youâre trembling all over. Your torn shirt is staining quickly.
âYou got cut,â Zoro states. He tries to pull your arm away so he can see your wound better, but you step back.
âIâm okay,â you say. You and Zoro both look down at your abdomen as you pull your arm away just slightly, and Zoro sees the unmistakable grayish-pink of your large intestine before you quickly plug up the gash with your arm again. You look back up at him. âItâs just a scratch.â
Zoroâs about ready to stab you himself, his eyes going wide with horror and rage.Â
âAre you insane?!â he shouts. âA scratch?! Shit, whereâs Chopperâ?!â
âHa haâow ow ow, hurts to laugh.â You grin, but Zoro notices you tearing up from the pain.
âOkay, just, stay still,â his hands are held up hesitantly, unsure of what to do, and he calls over his shoulder. âCHOPPER! Get over here right now!â
Once Chopper arrives, he applies an emergency field dressing and instructs Zoro on how to safely carry you back to the shipâs infirmary. You act like youâre in high spirits the entire way there, smiling up at Zoro like everythingâs fucking dandy.
âThis is kinda nice,â you say. âI havenât been carried since I was little.â
âAfter you heal,â Zoro says, âIâll carry you around as much as you want, okay?â
âPromise?â
âI promise,â he says gently. âDoes it hurt?â
âOf course not,â you say, and Zoro curses himself for having askedâhe can see you wince with every harsh step he tries to avoid.
âWeâre almost there. Almost there.â
âRelax, big guy. Iâve been through worse.â
You havenât. Heâs been in every major fight youâve been through, and itâs never been this bad. Your blood is still warm on his skin, and your colorâs getting paler, and itâs all because he couldnât protect you.
The surgery takes longer than he thought. Heâs pacing the hallway outside the infirmary so much that even Sanji starts to make a comment, which would have started a fight had Robin not intervened and sternly told them both that everyone was worried.
When you come to, itâs to the sight of Zoro standing over your bed. You donât manage so much as a âyoâ before Zoro gets onto his hands and knees, bowing so low his head touches the floor.
âIâll never let it happen again!â he says, minding his volumeâChopper is only allowing him to visit because Zoro promised he wouldnât stress you out. âItâs my fault! Iâm sorryââ
âGet up.âÂ
He peers up at you. Your face is twisted up like youâre holding something back, but you force it into a sneer.
âGet up right now, or Iâm going to make fun of you,â you say. He hesitates long enough for you to roll your eyes. âDonât be a pussy.â
That brings him right back to his feet. âWhatâd you call me?!â
âYou heard me,â you say. âIâm alive, arenât I? So relax.â
âI canât relax!â Zoro snaps. âYou got hurt because of me! I was too weak! I couldnâtâcouldnât stop this from happening!â
âWhatever.â
âWhatever?!â He no longer minds his volume. âHow can you be soâso calm about this?!â
âHow can you be making this about yourself?â
That shuts him up real quick. Realizing his mistake, Zoro starts to get a sour feeling in his stomach, but you only smile.
âNow you know what it feels like,â you chuckle and wince, âowâwhat it feels like to have someone be dismissive of your injuries. So the next time you get hurt, you big dumb idiot, how about you have some self awareness and let me worry?â
Zoro deflates a little. âI still canât just forgive myself like that.â
âIâll do it for you.â You hold out your hand until he takes it. âRoronoa Zoro, I forgive youâso long as you do one thing for me.â
He leans in. âAnything. What is it?â
âEven with the pain meds, Iâm still sore. Kiss it better?â You smile the way you do when youâre joking, but it soon turns to a look of surprise when Zoro leans in even closer. He hesitates for a moment, face hovering above yours, before his free hand comes to cradle the back of your head and he presses a firm, intent kiss to your lips.
You stare at him when he pulls away, your expression slowly morphing into a smileânot a playful one, not a masking one, but a real smile.
âW-Whatâs with that look?â Zoro says, flustered now. Wasnât that what you wanted?
âI meant kiss my stomach, dummy.â
Zoroâs eyes widen, but before he can remedy his mistake, you weakly pull him back in for another kiss. This time, he obliges without question.
Sanji
Sanji barely dodges a brutal strike from his opponent, then finishes them off with a flaming kick to the skull. You grin at him as you down your own opponent with a heavy strike from one of your tonfa.
âCareful there, Hotfoot! He almost got you!â you yell gleefully, only to narrowly avoid getting hit yourself.
âWorry about yourself, Sticks!â Sanji calls back, mirroring your grin.
âTheyâre not sticks!â you say yet again, smashing one of the tonfa into a pirateâs head and knocking them out cold. âYouâre just jealous I can fight with my hands!â
âI choose not to fight with my hands!â
âSure you do!â
You were well aware of Sanjiâs commitment to only use his hands to cook, but it was still fun to pretend it was a skill issue. Sanji knew it was all teasing anyway. The two of you greatly enjoyed your banter, whether in or outside of battle. As physical fighters, your rivalry was a friendly one. After all, out of everyone in the crew, you spent the most time talking to each other.
The next wave of pirates comes, this time stronger than beforeâthe enemyâs commanding officers. The battle becomes too serious for you to go on making comments, and your focus gets pulled toward your opponents.
Itâs a hard, bloody fight. As soon as he defeats his opponent, he worries about how the others are faring. The rest of the crew is almost done with their own one-on-ones, and he finds himself rushing to find you first, his pace hurrying when he finds one of your tonfa lying off to the side.
Youâre straddling your opponent on the ground. Your non-dominant hand is broken, held crookedly against your chest, and youâre bleeding from your hairline and mouth. With your good hand, you beat your tonfa into your opponentâs skull, over and over, a broken cry tumbling from your bloody lips with every strike. Your opponent is no longer moving, but you donât stop, tears streaming from your eyes as you mash his face to a visceral pulp.
âHey, hey, hey!â Sanji skids to a stop next to you, grabbing your wrist before you can strike again. âHeâs dead! Itâs over. Itâs over. You won.â
You look at him with wide eyes. Your mouth is held open, and at first, Sanji doesnât realize whatâs wrong, but he can tell you only won by a hair from the way youâre trembling. He gets down and pulls you into a gentle hug. âI got you,â he says. âI got you. Youâre okay now.â
He holds you at armâs length and checks over your body for any injuries, finding none. Mouth still open, you pull away from him and start patting the grass with your good hand, searching for something.Â
âY/n? Whatâs wrong?â he says. âPlease, say something.â
Sanji expects something tired and sarcastic, like âyou donât look much better.â Instead, you make a strange, groaning noise as your response, and he feels a chill run through his body. You always had a quick retort for him, even when things were dire.
You seem to find what you were looking for, your hand closing around something. Sanji helps you stand up, and when you open your hand, he sees a few teeth in your palm that must have gotten knocked out.
âYour jawâs broken,â Sanji realizes aloud, and you nod, and suddenly the way you hold your mouth open is deeply unsettling.
The silence that follows your surgery, however, puts Sanji at an even greater unease. Your jaw is wired shut to let the bone heal, and Chopper says that for the next six weeks, you wonât be able to speak at all.
You carry around a notepad with you, but for a while after you wake from the anesthesia, you donât write anything down except to answer Chopperâs questions, opting instead to sulk.
âCome on, Sticks,â Sanji says lightly as he signs the cast on your hand. âI know you have something to say.â
You flick him off with your good hand, then seem to regret it, your face fallin along with your hand. Sighing through your nose, you grab your notepad and scribble something down, then hold it up for him to see.
âI look like a chipmunk.â
The lower half of your face has, naturally, swollen up. Sanji shakes his head. âNo, no, you look fine! YouâŠâ A pointed look from you makes him concede. âOkay, yeah. Itâs swollen. What did you expect?â You look away, and he pats your shoulder. âAh, come on, itâs not so bad. Most people find chipmunks cute, you know.â
Your eyes widen slightly and you give him a look of surprise. Sanji stiffens.
âUm, well, I meanâŠâ he stammers. Though he doesnât leave, for the rest of that day, you both avoid looking at each other.
From the beginning to the end of your healing process, Sanji stays by your side, always finding a way to make you feel better. Heâll hype you up by doing a drumroll while heâs waiting for you to finish writing out a thought, something which the rest of the crew picks up as well. When youâre hanging out with him in the galley, heâll do hibachi tricks with the food he prepares to cheer you up.
The food he makes for you especially helps you get through the long weeks. You were severely bummed out at having to miss his cooking for weeksâuntil the first sip of the soup he cooked. You never knew a liquid diet could be so delicious. Sanji takes the time to roast and blend anything youâd wanted. Thanks to him, being unable to chew food doesnât affect your nutrient intake at all.
He also indulges you in your favorite drink without you having asked, which is surprising. Itâs not the first time heâs gone out of his way like this, but it does feel more special when youâve been in such a vulnerable state.
âMaybe thereâs an upside to this after all.â
Sitting in the galley while Sanji cooks, you hold up your notepad for him to read.
âAnd what is that?â he says, walking around the prep table with a mixing bowl in his arms, looking down at what youâre writing.
âI love yâ
You pause, staring at your notepad with a weird, dumbstruck look. Sanjiâs eyes widen, slowing down his mixing for a second, but you quickly recover and finish scribbling.
âI love you treating me extra special.â You hold up the notepad hesitantly, avoiding his eye.Â
Though feeling warmth rise in his chest, Sanji plays it cool. âWell, Iâm glad youâre finding the positive in this,â he says. âI personally miss the sound of your voice.â
You drop your notepad and fumble to catch it with only one good hand, accidentally smacking it to the floor. Both you and Sanji crouch down to pick it up, and freeze when your hands touch.
The urge to say âsorryâ is strong, though you canât speak. Face burning, all you can do is look at him apologetically and hope he understands. But when you do, heâs looking back at you with the same expression he has when he reads a brand new recipe. Like heâs figuring something out.
You go to pull your hand away, but his fingers close around yours. âI, uh⊠I really mean that, you know.â
Swallowing, you glance down at his hand holding yours, then back up at him, and nod.
âY/n,â he says, letting go of your hand to instead cup your cheek tenderly. âWould you⊠I mean. Can IâŠ?â
With your heart pounding, you nod again, and Sanji leans in. You close your eyes, and a moment later, his lips brush yours, feather-light. Just that barest contact makes your head spin almost as bad as it did when you got your injury in the first place.
Sanji breaks free, and you stare at each other. A slow smile spreads across your lips at the sight of his nose starting to bleed. You both stand up, and you write something down quickly.
âIâm sorry I canât kiss you back.â
âThatâs okay,â he says, reading the note over your shoulder. He rubs the back of his neck, grinning. âIâll gladly do all the work.â
And Sanji does, in the quiet, private moments where itâs just the two of you. And yet, when the day finally comes for Chopper to remove the wires, and the first thing you do upon leaving the exam room is call out Sanjiâs name, heâs so elated that he picks you up with a spin, kissing you in front of everyone before he can help himself.
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Freezer Burn
Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut
Summary: Tensions are running high which causes a argument between Zuko and yourself. He bruises the confidence you have in your hunting abilities and reaffirms your fear of being a burden. Wanting to prove otherwise, you go out in the cold to hunt. Feeling guilty about how he treated you, he goes out to find you. The two of you find some innovative ways to keep warm.
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Everyone was having a rough day of travel, even Appa was reaching his limit. It was freezing and the optimism of finding a warm place to sleep was fading in everyone. Anng found a small cave that would work for the night. It was on a small mountain and overlooked an even smaller village. Zuko started making a fire while Katara and yourself set up the tents. Yang and Sokka were already asleep, curled into Appaâs thick fur. You were hungry but so was everyone else.Â
âAre we going to be able to hunt for food soon? Or get some water?â you asked.Â
âWe could but I donât think the cold would allow us to be out there for long. Not to mention there wouldnât be any animals out, it's just too cold,â she said.Â
âNot to mention youâd barely come home with anything in good weather,â Zuko grumbled, poking at the fire. Heâd been making cracks at you all day, at first you could ignore him. Excusing his behavior on fatigue and hunger pains, but now you were taking it personally.Â
âYouâre not a prince among us, so stop acting like itâ you say in hopes of lowering his ego.
âI am the best fighter and hunter, the past two battles youâve only slowed us down. Maybe if we had a successful kill earlier we wouldnât be hungry now,â he said.Â
âZuko donât say that!â Katara snapped.Â
All day youâd been beating yourself up over that mistake. Deep down you knew the rest of the group was irritated about you costing them the meal earlier. It just reaffirmed your insecurity. Grabbing your bow and arrows, you start putting your clothes back on while preparing for a hunt.Â
âWeâre all really tired and yes we may be hungry but youâre not the sole reason for that. Zuko is obviously just grumpy, donât let his outburst get to you,â she says, grabbing your arm.Â
Deep down you wanted to listen and calm down, rest for a while. Your pride however wouldnât allow you to stop yourself. As you left, you could hear Katara yelling at Zuko to apologize. The feeling of dread bubbled in your stomach, you didnât want to make anyone worry but your ego was clouding your judgment. Everyone in the group had their own ways of helping and at times you did feel like a burden. Extra weight that Appa had to carry on his back. It wasnât that you were mad about what Zuko said, you were more frustrated that it was true. At this point it felt like youâd been walking for hours. The snow was coming down hard, without any signs of lightning. Not eating and your lack of rest was starting to get to you. Your stomach felt like it was eating away at itself. Eyes burning and muscles starting to stiffen from the cold penetrating your clothes. You tried not to go too far, knowing you couldnât carry an animal in the cold that far. But you had to get some distance between you and the cave in order to find any wild game. Finally spotting a young Moose Lion, looking lost and confused, you almost hesitated when readying your bow. After successfully hitting the animal, your body floods with adrenaline. This quickly fades as you realize youâll have to drag the thing home. Seemingly underestimating the size which caused a struggle when walking back. Even though it was freezing, youâd broken into a sweat. Starting to feel lightheaded, you took a moment to catch your breath.Â
Katara was pacing at the entrance of the cave, anxious for your arrival. He wouldnât admit it, but Zuko was feeling his own regret about how heâd spoken to you. He didnât mean to let his anger get the best of him, it just sort of happened.Â
âI think I should go out to look for her, she could be freezing to death,â she said, starting to get dressed.
âYou canât, itâs a full blown blizzard,â Zuko said, standing up.Â
âWell we canât just leave her to die out there!â Katara snaps, upset that he would even suggest stopping her from leaving.Â
âI know, but only a fire bender would have the resources to survive such severe weather. Iâll go,â he said, making the fire sustainable for the time heâd be gone for.Â
âJust be careful,â Katara said as he walked into the cold.
Once he felt just how bad it was outside, his guilt intensified. It wasnât true what he said about you being a burden. He was just feeling insecure about his own place in the group. Simply projecting his inner turmoil onto you. Knowing it pushed you this far was getting to him. He took a deep breath and started following the faint track you left. Even though a fresh layer of snow was now covering the foot prints, it was still enough to follow. At times Zuko would use his fire for warmth and light. Getting desperate, he began calling your name out. Fatigue was starting to affect him as well. He finally thought he saw you, laying against the animal. He assumed you were just pulling the arrow out but when he got closer he noticed you were passed out. He immediately started assessing you, looking around knowing he had to find shelter that was closer than the rest of the group. Using his fire, he melts a coating of snow and ice, covering a small cave. The animal luckily kept you warm while he wasnât there but he was still worried about your fingers. They had practically no color and your lips were tinted blue. Once he got you inside the cave, next to the fire he created, he brought the animal in. Impressed that you shot it right through the chest. Taking off his outer layers and bundling you up in them. He was relieved to see the color coming back to your fingertips and cheeks. Checking every once in a while to make sure you were getting too close and burning yourself.Â
The two of you wouldnât be able to make the trip back any time soon, so Zuko began skinning and sectioning off the meat. Washing his hands with melted snow he was slowly collecting. As he roasted the meat, he couldnât help but admire your beauty. Your eyelashes were long and the light from the fire was illuminating your face. Sleeping with your lips slightly parted, hair completely unraveled from the tight bun it once was in. After a couple hours, you slowly began to come too. Sitting up rubbing your eyes, Zuko rushes over to you.
âAre you okay?â he asks, brushing the hair out of your face. He grabbed a bowl of water, bringing it to your lips,
âSit closer to the fire,â he said, helping you sit up fully. Still weak, you were wobbling while you sat criss-crossed. Still shivering a bit because your back was cold, not able to feel the heat from the fire. Zuko notices this and comes to sit behind you, stabilizing and warming you up. He was using a stick to roast the meat heâd prepared from the animal. It smelt really good, and was the only reason you were keeping your eyes open. He brought the stick to your lips but you were too weak to rip a piece off. Trying to bite a small chunk but not having the strength to actually get a bite. He laughs at your attempt and rips a small piece off, bringing it to your mouth. He repeated this a couple times, giving you sips of water in between. Letting you digest, he rests his chin on top of your head and keeps cooking. After eating, you could feel yourself gaining strength and energy. Becoming more aware of your surroundings.
âWhat happened?â you asked, looking around and noticing it was only you and Zuko.Â
âYou went out to hunt and passed out. I came looking for you but the storm was too powerful to travel back to camp with you and the kill. So we're camping here for the night,â he explained, adding more wood to the fire.Â
That was when you slowly started putting the pieces of your memory back together. You were grateful to be sheltered now, definitely counting your blessings. Noticing that Zuko wasnât wearing a shirt, you took off what he gave you. He accepted it but didnât put it on right away, instead just laying it on his neck like a scarf.Â
âIâm sorry for egging you on like that, and for not stopping you from leaving,â he said, moving his chin from your head to your collarbone.Â
âIt was my decision, I knew it wasnât a good idea. It was my stubbornness that put both of us at risk,â you said.Â
âI like that you're stubborn, that you donât listen to people who underestimate you,â he said.
âI thought you hated me,â you chuckle.Â
âI know thatâs what I show but it couldnât be further than the truth,â he spoke softly.Â
âOh yeah? Whyâs that?â you asked, moving your back closer against his chest.Â
âAs mean as Iâve been, you always are so nice and understanding. Even when I donât deserve it,â he said.Â
âZuko you always deserve it, youâre easy to love,â you say, turning to face him.Â
His face was bright red and for the first time you were seeing his vulnerability. Just slightly, like he didnât want to give too much away. You move his hair out of the way and look at his scar. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he tilted his head so you could get a full look. Without thinking, you started kissing the skin around his eye. He ended up catching your lips with his. Immediately you move so that youâre straddling his lap. His back was pressed against the wall of the cave, your back was facing the fire. Running your fingers through his hair, admiring how soft the strands were. He moaned into your mouth as you pulled and tugged. Rocking your hips against crotch, your stomach tightening after feeling him get hard. You take in a sharp intake of breath and narrow down, focusing on rubbing against his shaft. Zukoâs hips began to buck involuntarily, which led to his taking his pants off. You follow his lead and do the same, also removing your top. Using his hands to rock your hips against his. Partly because he liked spreading your wetness along himself but also enjoying watching your chest bounce. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you let out a strangled moan. The pleasure was so intense the rocking of your hips was becoming erratic. Seeing you react so intensely to his touch made him go somewhat feral.Â
Flipping you over so your back is against the cold ground. He was feverishly kissing your neck and chest, at times making you giggle. He smiled down at you, taking in how beautiful your eyes were in the soft glow of the fire. Your entire body felt like it was burning down to your core. Pulling your knees to your chest, taking the hint he sat up. He was now towering above you, his member laying on your front. Leaking pre-cum onto your lower stomach. He grabs himself, slapping his dick on your pussy. Enjoying the moans and whines coming from your mouth every time he rubbed his tip against your clit. He enjoyed watching you beneath him, desperate for his touch. A relief only he could provide you. Unable to take any more foreplay, he presses into you. Muttering curses as he is overwhelmed by your heat. How tight you felt around him and your moans matching up with his movement made him feel overstimulated. Like he couldnât slow his heart rate down. Watching as your tits bounced with every thrust, how braindead you were from pleasure. He presses his hands down on your stomach so he could feel this cock pounding in and out of you. The sudden pressure was enough to send you over the edge. Pulling Zuko down and raking your nails down his back,Â
âFuck!â he said it loud, right in your ear.Â
His thrusts were unrelenting as he chased his orgasm. Groaning and moaning into your shoulder as he finally came. Rutting into you as he came inside you, pressing himself as close as he could be to you. Petting his hair and whispering encouraging things into his hair. He laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest before covering the two of you with a woven quilt. Giving the fire one last hit before drifting off to sleep with you.
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Hamasniks are on track to become the next Jonestown
I've decided that I'm going to use a different strategy when I engage with Hamasniks.
I used to try to get them to feel empathy for Jews, thinking that maybe an experience of empathy for us would get them to wake up and realize that they are being Jew-hating bigots.
Maybe I could get them to feel some remorse for attacking Jews if I could get them to see that they are engaging in the same violent, depraved behavior that the Nazis engaged in during the 1930s, leading up to the Holocaust.
Maybe I could appeal to them using Rabbi Hillel's "golden rule": "What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor. That is the whole Torah. Now go and study."
But I now know that these approaches were futile.
Why?
Because Hamasniks are in a cult.
The strategies I was using were all rational approaches, and Hamasniks are not behaving rationally.
They are in a cult that has compromised their empathy, which is a well-understood aspect of cult mind-control. And instead of feeling remorse for attacking us, these Hamasniks actually revel in harming Jews.
I started to realize this when I rewatched some documentaries about The Peoples Temple (aka Jonestown) and the Manson Family.
Imagine if Jim Jones and Charlie Manson were here today and had Instagram and TikTok, and you'll understand the scope of the cult that the Hamasnkis are part of.
Jonestown Massacre, explained
Jonestown Documentary
Manson Family Interviews
Manson Family Singing
Hamasniks are speedrunning both of these cults. And they are getting to the point where they will start being used as "sacrifices for the cause."
Aaron Bushnell was just a glimpse of what is yet to come for many of them.
So now, I am changing tactics.
I will no longer appeal to Hamasniks' empathy, because they have none. It has been beaten out of them.
Instead, I will give them a warning:
You are in a cult.
You may not fully realize this, which makes this cult especially dangerous for you.
The people running your cult are being very careful to "boil the frog" very slowly with you.
They started by teaching you some slogans to chant, and giving you some signs to carry.
They lovebombed you hard, and it felt wonderful to be part of a social group, especially after the extreme loneliness and isolation of Covid.
You didn't really understand what the "Pro-Palestine" movement was about at first, but you were just happy to be part of something larger than yourself.
Then Hamas carried out the October 7th terrorist attack, and within 24 hours, your cult leaders got you to chant their "Free Palestine" slogans in the streets, and they got you to harass Jews online.
You were told to tell Jews things like "Die Zio Scum" and "Hitler should have killed more of you rats."
You were told, "It's okay to attack these people, these people are Zionists, and Zionists are basically Nazis."
You were so lovebombed at this point that you didn't care that calling a Jew a "Nazi" is one of the worst things you can say to us. You showed your friends the hateful messages you were typing out, and you all giggled together at how much you were hurting these Jews.
Then your cult leaders got you to go out in the street and vandalize random Synagogues and Jewish businesses. They told you these were part of the "Zionist entity" that you were all trying to take down.
And sure, Jews were being attacked and murdered in the streets and in their homes all over the world, but you convinced yourself that their lives don't matter.
After all, your cult leaders told you that once Palestine is "free," every societal ill will somehow be "corrected."
And so, maybe you felt a little weird about spraypainting Nazi Swastikas on Synagogues, and maybe you felt a little guilty about smashing the windows of Jewish-owned businesses, but you did it anyway "for the cause."
Then your cult leaders got some of you to partake in University encampments, where they could indoctrinate you further. They controlled your food and water, and they deprived you of sleep. Those are some of the most well-understood methods of cult mind-control.
Then your cult leaders got you to take to the streets and harass and attack Jews in public places. Now you're no longer just spraypainting Nazi Swastikas on Synagogues or smashing up Jewish businesses, now you're are physically attacking Jews on the street.
That's all well and good, you might think.
You think you're just having some fun attacking Jews and larping as terrorists. You think this is just an opportunity to get some anger out.
But actually, that's not what is happening.
You see, this is not about you.
Your sense of "Main Character Syndrome" has blinded you to the obvious reality.
You are being primed to "give your life for the cause."
That is Hamas' entire strategy.
I suggest you get out of this cult while you still can.
The Islamists running your cult are warming you up for the final act.
Don't just take it from me. Learn about cults. They always end in bloodshed - and that blood is YOURS.
Don't believe me? Learn about Jonestown. Learn about the Manson Family. That is where you are headed.
You love to chant "Long Live the Intifada." Well, you should EDUCATE YOURSELVES about the Second Intifada.
You should EDUCATE YOURSELVES about what YOU will be forced to do in the Intifada that you are chanting for.
Hamas terrorists strapped bombs onto people and sent them into crowded areas to BLOW THEMSELVES UP in order to kill Jews.
And if you are not careful, that will be you.
That's where all this is headed.
Time to wake up, babes! You're in a cult.
#jumblr#hamasniks learn about cults challenge#it's so glaringly obvious#when will the hamasniks see that they are being used? ... probably at the same point that the jonestown cult members did#jonestown 2.0 here we come#jew-hate makes you stupid kids!
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MEANT TO BE âŽïž SUGURU GETO
âŽïž summary: when Suguru defects, he asks you to come with him -- but he's not going to take no for an answer. âŽïž cw: 18+, dead dove, do not eat, smut, dub/con, degradation (use of "monkeys"), kidnapping, hostage, yandere(?)! geto, mentions of violence (no graphic descriptions), fingering, (afab!receiving), oral (afab!receiving), reader is a follow sorcerer at jujutsu tech. âŽïž wc: 6,046
âCome with me,â when those words left Getoâs mouth, you knew he had truly lost his mind.Â
âCome with you?â You repeat, as you turn slowly from your kitchen sink, your muscles tense â your cursed weapon was in your bedroom, your cursed technique wouldnât be enough to stop him, and your cellphone was on the counter between the two of you, âSuguru, I just got a call from Satoru, not twenty minutes ago about what youâve done-"
âAnd what have I done, besides try to do whatâs right?â And he steps towards you, one hand in his pocket, and you step back, reaching for your phone that you thought laid on the counter behind your bag, only for him to wave it in front of you, âI thought you of all people would see that,âÂ
Your face twists in disgust, âYou killed innocent peopleâ"Â
âI killed monkeys,â he spits through gritted teeth, âI killed monkeys who do nothing but produce curses and kill sorcerers. Why should the strong live subservient to a race of lower beings?âÂ
You blink, âDo you hear yourself, Suguru? What happened to the strong have to protect the weak?âÂ
âWhy should the strong have to watch all the people they care about die, only to die at the hands of the supposed weak?â his gaze is dark, eyebrows knit together, âif you join meâ"
âIâm not joining youâ"
ââwe can be together,â you stare at him, and he steps closer, again, and this time you donât step away, âin a new world, we could rule over a new age,âÂ
âFuck you,â you scoff, as you move towards the door, âI thought Satoru was the one with a god complex, not you,â
And in a moment, he has you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, âIâve been patient with you, love, but unfortunately Iâm not in the business of taking no for an answer,â and he presses a kiss to your neck, making you shiver, âeither you come with me, or Iâll let Satoru find your remains splattered against your walls,âÂ
Your heart lurches, fear slowly settling in, as you realize this wasnât Suguru - your Suguru who you spent afternoons with messing with Satoru, your Suguru that waited for you with an umbrella to walk back to Jujutsu High when it was raining, your Suguru that gently kissed you in a classroom when you were being far too hard on yourself â no, this was Geto, a special grace curse user.Â
âWill you really kill me?â You ask slowly, willing your voice to stay even, âafter everything, youâll make the choice to kill me, and no one else from Jujutsu High,âÂ
âI donât want to, sweetheart. Thereâs no meaning, no meaning without you,â his lips curl in a cruel imitation of what his smile was, âbut if you leave me no choice because, I canât let you live if youâre not by my side,âÂ
A bitter chuckle leaves your throat, âIs this supposed to be romantic? Am I supposed to fall into your arms at the prospect of living?â you spit in his face, âfuck you.âÂ
He flinches, his mouth agape, as he wipes the spit from his cheek with his thumb, âI thought youâd say that,â and then the plane of existence is cracked open behind him, as a swirl of curses manifest and you close your eyes, and wait.Â
You had no regrets.Â
But you do when you wake.Â
Your head aches, fuck, and you canât get your bearings, your ears are ringing â a jolt shoots up your spine, as your eyes adjust to the darkness. A curse? An enemy?Â
No, it was both.Â
Suguru stands in front of you, hands in his pocket, âHello my love,âÂ
âFuck you,â you spit with as much venom as you can muster, as you struggle to move, your hands chained down in bindings that restricted your cursed energy, âfuck-"
âDonât be in such a rush, weâll get to that part,â and his voice is so lilting, it sends a chill down your spine.Â
âYou touch me, and Iâll break every bone in your body,â you say through gritted teeth, and his lips curl into a smile, a small chuckle parting his lips.Â
âAnd how could you do that, my love?â He steps forward, as his fingers hold your chin, âyouâre mine to do with what I wish,â and your voice catches in your throat, as real fear crawls itâs way up your stomach, âbut I donât care to force my affection into you, Iâll have you begging for it soon enough,â Â
And your stomach turns, as he steps away from you again, âso what do you call this?â You ask quietly, as you lift your chained wrists.Â
âA matter of circumstance,â he frowns, as he holds his head, âI hate to do this, but I must remind you of how much you love me, how much we love each other, and until you remember, I cannot allow you out of those restraints.âÂ
âIâll never love you, with or without them,â you surge forward, the restraints grating against your skin, âI never loved you to begin with,âÂ
He looks at you, with almost pity, âWe both know thatâs not true,â you waver under the weight of his gaze and you despise how you canât deny it, âwas the first time we shared a kiss a lie? After we had gone on that mission where we saw far too many horrors for children to see? Was it a lie those nights you came to my dorm to sleep in my arms when you couldnât otherwise? Was it-âÂ
âI loved you,â you whisper, âthe you were before - the you that wasnât a murderer, the you thatâ"
âThe me that was allowing us to live under the thumb of these disgusting monkeys, the ones who kill us and let us be killed for their sake, while the corpses of my friends and sorcerers pile up like sacrifices on a pyre,â and you know heâs talking about Haibara now, âI couldnât continue to live for a world like that, and I couldnât allow you to continue living in it either,âÂ
âHaibara would hate who youâve become,â you whisper quietly into the darkness, as he glances back at you, no emotion stirring in his expression, as if heâs already thought this a million times before.Â
âBut at least he would be alive,â your mouth open and closes, as tears burn at your eyes, âand I couldnât stand to watch a world where more of my comrades would die for a cause that was setting them up for failure â I couldnât stand for a world where I would lose youâ"
His voice breaks, and you shake your head.Â
âYou lost me sooner, by leaving, by killing innocent people-âÂ
âNo one is innocent in this world,â he cuts you off, âeveryoneâs hands are bloodied one way or another - just by living, humans contribute to the death of sorcerers, creating curses that inevitably lead to someoneâs demise - whether itâs another human or a sorcerer,âÂ
âItâs not their fault that they create cursesâ"
And he gives a bitter laugh, âThen whose fault is it? I never took you to be naive, my love,âÂ
âDonât call me that,â and he gives a twisted smile.Â
âWhy wouldnât I? When I love you,â he steps closer, holding your chin, âI love you so much Iâm willing to risk you despising me, just so I can call you mine,âÂ
âIâll never be yours,â and he leans forward, making you squeeze your eyes shut, but he presses his lips to your forehead.Â
âYou already are,â and he turns to leave, his robes sweeping behind him, âand Iâll get your heart too â one way or another.âÂ
You only can keep track of the days by Getoâs visits. He is sure to visit you in the evenings, after his work is done. And each day he comes back more bloodied than the one previously. He always washes himself with the sink in your cell, before he turns to you.Â
âI want you to see what these people are â nothing more than animals. Animals that make money or curses or both - tools that run their course,âÂ
âJust because you keep me chained up in here doesnât mean you have to bore me to death as well,â you hang your head, and he looks at you, tilting your chin up with his fingers.Â
And he tries a different tactic, âYou have been refusing your food for days, when are you going to eat? You canât go on like this,â his voice has an edge of concern, âthereâs nothing in the food that can harm you,âÂ
âSays the kidnapper,â you mutter, âIâm not hungry,â and your stomach almost growls on cue, and a chuckle escapes his lips.Â
âYour body tends to betray you, my love,â and he grabs your food, lifting a spoonful of fried rice to your lips, âeat,âÂ
âIâm notââ and he raises an eyebrow â and you scowl, âI donât want to be fed by you,âÂ
âYou didnât mind before - you insisted I feed you between classes. Always vending machine junk tooâ"Â
âIt wasnât junkâit wasâ"Â
âAn acquired taste,â he waves you off, his lips curling into a smile, âwell, I always fed you, and I always will, so please?â And he offers you the spoon. You glance at him, before taking the spoonful.Â
And you note the bags under his eyes, and the shallowness of his face, âHave you been eating? Or sleeping?âÂ
And he looks up, offering you another spoon, âI-"
âYou havenât been,â you shake your head, âand yet you have the gall to tell me to eat,â and you take the spoon from his hand, offering it to him, âitâs not poison, right?âÂ
And he cracks a small smile, taking the spoonful, âyou donât have a poison cursed technique that I donât know about?âÂ
âYou wouldnât be alive still if I did,â and he laughs at that, and the sound makes your stomach flip â just like the first time you heard him make it for you when you had one-upped Satoru. The first time that you realized you wanted to be the one to always make him laugh like that.Â
Days pass, and his visits become more frequent. He doesnât tell you of the people he murders - he learns better than to tell you - but the blood on his clothes doesnât escape your notice. But he tells you of the sorcerers he finds that are oppressed â tells you of the two girls heâs taken under his wing. But each day, he looks more tired than the next, until you call him over to you.Â
âLay down,â and he blinks, âyou need to sleep,âÂ
âI-"Â
âYou look terrible,â you say bluntly, âlie down,â and he glances at your bed that you sat on the edge of, the chains around your wrists. Â
He moves towards the bed, lying down, but his head doesnât lay on the pillow, but instead your lap, âGeto-"
âSuguru,â he corrects, peering up at you, his eyes barely staying open, âplease,â and your resistance breaks, the exhaustion of being alone, the need for human contact, the softness of his body against yours - sends your walls crumbling to dust. Your fingers comb through his dark locks, softly undoing the tangles in them. And his breathing evens with time, as you lie back against the wall.Â
âSuguru,â you whisper into the darkness, as your eyes shut as well, and you donât see his lips curl into a smile.Â
You donât realize you fall asleep as well, until you wake a few hours later, and youâre asleep against his chest, his warm arms engulfing you. And you could swear the two of you were napping in an empty classroom, hiding from Yaga and Satoru, on a warm afternoon. And heâd whisper in your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
But it wasnât a classroom, it was a cell. And those hands no longer exorcised curses â they murdered humans.Â
But you could pretend. Just this once. You bury your head in his chest, and let yourself drift. But only this one time.Â
When you wake next, heâs gone, the only memory of him is the unchained bindings on your wrists, the faint smell of him on your clothes, and the ghost of his touch still clinging to you.
The next few days his visits grew more frequent, but only for sleep, as he nestled beside you, as you pretended to be asleep. It became routine. At first, you would sleep turned away, but by morning, you were sleeping nestled in his chest. And then you dared to ask, âwhy do you come here to sleep? You must have a better bed somewhere else,âÂ
And he gives a phantom of a chuckle, âWell, that bed doesnât have you, does it?âÂ
And his hand dares to breach your skin before sleep steals away your consciousness, and you canât help but let it happen â because it hurts too much to pull away.Â
And you donât know why. Â
He doesnât come back for several days. The only interaction you have is one of his followers bringing you food each day, and they donât answer your questions regarding their âlord.â And each day you grow more anxious, picking at your nerves like you picked at your scabs â incessantly and unnecessarily.Â
What if he was dead? What did it matter? All the more quickly you could return to jujutsu high, you could return to your life - a life without Geto. But the same question remained posed in your head â what if he was dead?Â
Would you see his dead body before jujutsu high disposed of it? Before they forced Shoko to autopsy it for any secrets the higher ups could lock away - as if he were a failed experiment rather than a person.Â
But he had killed so many - wouldnât death only be right? Would that bring justice? Would that be peace? But the question remained, hanging in the forefront of your head, like a dead body from the rafters, a rope tied around their neckâ
What if he was dead?Â
But days later, your door swings open and itâs him â âSuguru,â you nearly all but tumble out of your bed, scrambling to his side as your gaze swept over his form. Scarlet ran down his body, cuts, bruises, and scratches littered what was visible of his skin, âwhat happened?âÂ
He doesnât answer, a blank expression on his face, his hair come loose from his usual bun, bags under his eyes that tell tales of what he saw without him speaking a word of them. You reach for him tentatively, words scattered on the floor of your mind that you were desperately trying to collect, âis this your blood or someone elseâs?âÂ
âBoth,â he murmurs, his eyes still far gone, as his gaze shifts to the floor, âI have no right to ask â but can youâI canât stand to have anyone else touch meââ and his voice breaks, breaks for the first time â the same voice that didnât break after Rikoâs death, the same voice that didnât break after Satoru was taken away from him, the same voice that didnât break after Haibara â it broke.Â
And it broke you.Â
âStrip,â you say simply, but you undo his robes for him, âI need to see what damage youâve done to your body,â you busy yourself with undressing him to escape the fact that youâre undressing him. You had seen his body times before, at first in dorm rooms late at night, when you cuddled next to him, desperate for a comfort he could only provide, and then between heated kisses and intimate touches that left you near breathless and needy for him, and then distant embraces that left you feeling more lonely and far from him than before. But this was different.Â
He was different.Â
You stripped away the clothing to find him bloodied and bruised to an almost impressive, but terrifying extent. The blood smeared on his skin was mostly anotherâs â you learned once you started to clean his cuts and bruises with a damp rag, âDo you want to talk about it?âÂ
His eyes slowly glide to you, cold as glaciers, âDo you want to hear about it?âÂ
âIâm asking, aren't I?â you sigh, as his gaze drops once again, and your hands still, one of your hands drifting to his chin, tilting his eyes to meet yours, âSuguru-âÂ
And heâs kissing you.Â
His lips are soft, just as you remembered. You remember the first moment you noticed his lips â it was when you had fed him a pocky after he had swallowed a curse, his brow scrunching with slight disgust â never quite getting used to the taste, but having grown as accustomed to it as he could (as far as someone could grow accustomed to swallowing what was akin to a vomit soaked rag used clean shit). You sat beside him, a pocky between your lips, as you offered him one in your hand. And his gaze softened, leaning down and biting the one between your lips instead. And then you couldnât stop staring at his lips â wondering how they felt against yours.Â
He tasted like blood now, metallic and sharp as his jaw was now â no longer having the soft curve of childhood it was maybe a year ago. He swallows your gasp eagerly, giving you leeway to pull away, but you donât. You canât. Your lips press back into his, and he smirks against your lips, his arm wrapping around the middle of your back, so he was engulfing you even as he sat. His teeth bare down on your bottom lip, making you moan lightly, and his tongue sneaks between your lips with practiced ease, but it's no longer the sweet assault it once was â it's an onslaught, a razing of your defenses, and he knows the weaknesses of each curtain wall and bastion.Â
âSuguru, waitââ but heâs impatient, heâs always so impatient â the first time you had kissed, he couldnât stop at just one kiss, he needed your lips to be kiss bitten red until he was satisfied. His hands are so large and calloused, gliding up your sides, as he pulls you into his lap, âwe were talking,â you protest, but he empties the words from your head with his lips pressed to your jaw, âWhy are youââÂ
âI donât want to talk,â his raven locks fall in front of his face, his eyes somehow even darker, âI just want you, please,âÂ
And your heart squeezes and breaks, the walls crumbling to nothing, as you lean in and kiss him this time, fingers threading through his his hair, while your other hand rests on his bare chest, if only to feel his heartbeat under your touch.Â
He was alive. Alive.Â
âPlease,â you sigh, as he toys with the hem of your shirt, âdonât tease me,âÂ
âLike you havenât teased me with your existence each and every day Iâve known you, my love,â he chuckles, a noise deep from his chest that rumbles against your palm and sends a shiver down your spine, and he lifts your hand, kissing your wrist, his nose pressed against your pulse, âDo you know how much I want you? How much I need you?â and he answers the question for you, as he leans forward, his teeth graze your neck, pain and pleasure mixing in a twisted way.Â
âSuguruââÂ
He rises from his seat, looming over you, his arms sweeping â one behind you and the other holding your chin â it sends a chill down your spine, âI just arrived at a village where a child was being held - said to be cursed. But those monkeys were the ones who wereââ he cuts off, âI came too late. They had killed her - sacrificed her to purge their village of their curses - a five year old girl,â he frowns, his gaze falling, âthey failed to realize they were the true curses. So I purged the world of their existence,âÂ
Youâre quiet for a moment, as he speaks, âshe was a child and they ripped her to shreds,â and a tear slips down his cheek.Â
Your fingers brush away his tear, before you lean up and kiss him. Your lips glide against his lightly, âitâs not your fault,âÂ
âI am always too late - I was there - I couldnât-â and you know he isnât just talking about the girl anymore.Â
Or at least this one.Â
âWhat happened to Riko wasnât-"Â
âHe shot her right through the head in front of me,âÂ
âYou couldnât sense him - Satoru could barely sense him with his six eyesâ"
âSatoru could have stopped itâ"Â
âSatoru died and came back trying to stop Toji,â you crush your lips to Suguru, if only to get him to stop talking, âthere was nothing more you could do,âÂ
âBut I couldnât stay,â he whispered, âI couldnât watch more people die - more of my friends die, piled up like offerings on a pyre for animals who only kill us in the end,âÂ
âI know,â you whisper, âI know-"Â
âYou donât,â his voice breaks, âall I could think about was finding your dead body one day,â you cup his cheeks again, pressing your lips to his forehead.Â
âIâm right here, Iâm not going anywhere,â you murmur, and he kisses you â and he tastes less like blood and more like him â his arms wrapping around your waist, as he pulls you closer, âSuguru,â you shouldnât be doing this.Â
âI just want to feel good,â he murmurs, his eyes lidded with lust, âlet me make you feel good, love,âÂ
His lips brush yours, and the ravine between you shrinks to a crack, as your bodies bridge the gap, before tumbling over the cliff.Â
His hands are everywhere. His hands have mapped your body times before, but the gentle and awkwardness had all but faded, only leaving hunger. Already, his fingers are sliding under your shirt, calloused hands sliding over your bare skin.Â
His lips only pause when his hands run over a new scar you had gotten right before he had gone rogue, âHow did you get this?âÂ
And his eyes are dark, âI was on that mission, with Nanami and Haibara,â your gaze falls, as his fingers trace the scar, raised and angry still - just as he was, âwe got separated. There was two grade 1s instead just the one we were told. I got this when it caught me by surprise,â you swallow thickly, âbut I was lucky it was all I got,â you squeeze your eyes shut, âI sometimes wish it was me instead of-"Â
âDonât say that,â his words are as sharp as they always were, sharp as his touch, sharp as the curses that he pushed past his lips and the ones that left them, âdonât ever say that,âÂ
And his palm curls around your neck, âbut-"Â
He yanks you into a brutal kiss, forcing you swallow his words, and his tongue, as you moan, as he tastes you, âStill the sweetest thing Iâve tasted, even with the stupid things that leave your mouth,â he almost growls, as he lifts you onto the bed.Â
âSuguru,â your back hits the mattress, barely bouncing against the springs before he looms over you - his smile was the same as it always was, but it sent a shiver down your spine - because you realize now how predatory it was, âare weâ"Â
âYouâre mine, love,â his lips hover over yours, teasingly so, as his fingers cup your chin and his breath warms your skin, sending heat to the tips to your already curling toes, âeven if I did, weâd find our way back; one way or another,â his lips brush gently over the nape of your neck, âIâd always come for you â one way or another,âÂ
Your lips meet again, and again, as his hands slide up your sides, but this time bringing your shirt with them, as he lifts it over your head. Your skin prickles at the cold air in the room and at his hot gaze dragging up your body.Â
âYouâre still the most beautiful things Iâve ever seen,â he whispers, as his hands gently traces the curves of your body, and it makes you shiver - the hands that had slaughtered people earlier today could be this gentle with you.Â
âAnd I still think youâre far more beautiful than I am,â your fingers run through his jet-black locks, âeveryone had a crush on you,âÂ
He snorts, âEveryone?âÂ
âYou should have seen the looks you and Satoru always got,â you roll your eyes, âthe two princes of Jujutsu High - and you, you had the personality to match,â
âWell I wasnât concerned about everyone,â his hands slip over his waist, âI only had eyes for one other,âÂ
âSatoru?â And he rolls his eyes.Â
âOkay two others,â and your hand reaches to smack him, but heâs got both your hands pinned, before heâs leaning down to kiss your neck, âso temperamental,â he chides, âwhat am I going to do with you, Princess?âÂ
His other hand slips down your body, past the waistband of your shorts, ripping a gasp from your lips, âalready so wet fâme,â his voice rasps with a chuckle, âyouâve been needing me for a while, havenât you, baby?âÂ
âSuguruââ and his fingers between to tease your leaking folds, making you squirm under his touch.Â
âSo perfect,â his long and lithe finger teases your lips apart, âIâm surprised you havenât soaked through your shorts, probably thought about me every night I slept next to you - you were waiting for me to roll over and take you, werenât you, baby?â And his finger finally slips in, your back arching and mouth in a silent âo.âÂ
And he hums, as he begins to pump his finger, slowly at first, but it isnât long before another joins, scissoring and stretching you, âyouâre soaking the sheets, baby, such a dirty girl,â He leans down taking a nipple between his teeth, sucking harshly.Â
âPlease,â it was too much, too soon, and heâs grinning as his teeth dig into your soft skin, a soft groan as he feels you clench around his fingers. He holds your legs down in place, humming as they shake under his touch.Â
âSo fucking tight, canât wait to feel you around my cock, Princess,â and youâre so fuckinâ close - wound too tight by his touch, by his presence, by him - and when his thumb rubs circles on your clit, your hips begin to ride his fingers. He chuckles, as he leans down to kiss you, âwhat would the people at Jujutsu High think? Seeing you ride my fingers like a slut? Probably think youâre locked away, waiting for them to save you, not begging for me to fuck you,âÂ
âSugu,â and he curls his fingers just right, just as he bends down to suck on your clit. You moan his name, as you fall apart, back arching as you make a mess all over his hand, but his mouth is there to clean it up. His hot breath is the only warning you get before his tongue begins to lap at your drenched folds.Â
âNever get enough of you creaminâ all over my fingers for me, pretty girl,â the noises he made as he licked, slurped, and sucked were enough to make you a mess, his lips shiny with your release, âhow did I go so long without tasting you, baby? Almost makes swallowing curses worth it if I can eat you out after,â his words were as lewd as the sounds you made, your hips involuntarily fucking his mouth, as he moved his mouth to your clit again, and slipped two fingers in, âtasted so good the first time, gotta have another taste baby,âÂ
And your initial whine turns into a moan, your fingers finding refuge in the soft locks of his hair, tugging him impossibly closer, as heâs bullying your overstimulated clit with his mouth. And he enjoys it as much as you do, grinding his aching erection into the mattress, his jaw aching as heâs desperate to taste every inch of you and slurp every drop of your pussy will give him. Your thighs close in on him, as he tongue fucks you over and over, gushing as he draws another orgasm from you.Â
âSugu, oh my god-â and thatâs all the warning he gets before your back arches and your toes curl. Heâs grinning against your folds as he eagerly swallows your release. The tension snapped like a wire that had been on the last fringes of holding you together, and you fell completely apart.Â
Luckily, Suguru was there to put you back together.Â
Youâre panting, utterly blissed out as you watch him tug off his boxers, his dick already red and so pretty, pearly white bead of pre cum nearly dripping from the tip. You lick your lips looking at him, and he smiles, so sweetly that it sent a shiver down your spine.Â
âSo needy for me, the man you had refused to love, and now look at you,â he leans down to kiss you, letting you taste the sweet and bitter taste of your release, âsuch a little slut for me, arenât you sweetheart? What happened to that mouth on you?âÂ
He drags his thumb down your bottom lip, as your eyes flutter down to his cock again, âI have better uses for my mouth,â you kiss his chest, teasing his skin with your tongue.Â
And then heâs shifting you, your legs pushed up and over his shoulders, as he drags his tip over your dripping folds, âI think Iâll have you use my mouth after I use this naughty cunt, let you clean our cum off me,â
âSugu, please, fuck,â you cry, and god he canât wait to see your pretty face cry, as he stuffs your mouth with his dick, but he had patience. He could wait - he had waited long enough.Â
âGonna need you to beg for it,â he murmurs, groaning as your cunt nearly sucking his cock in, âyou fought me so long and so hard and now here you are, so pliant fâme, so I need to hear it â who do you belong to?âÂ
âSuguruââ and his lips press to yours, sloppily and rough, as if he wants to steal the logic from your mind, but he already had from the moment his lips touched yours, âplease,â you whimper, and heâs spanking your cunt.Â
âPlease, what?â And his lips are curled in a grin as his lips trail kisses along your jaw, âgonna have to hear the words, my filthy girl,âÂ
And you canât - you need him, âIâm yours,â your legs lock around his shoulders, âI belong to you, you own me,âÂ
Your words slip from a whine to a moan, as he sinks his length into you, inch by inch, and itâs enough for him to groan, fuck, itâs enough to make him cum on the spot, âyouâre so tight, baby - itâs been too long since Iâve had you, gotta make this cunt remember my shape,â
âI wanted you so bad,â you gasp, as his hands grasp at your thighs, fingernails digging into your soft flesh, âbut you kept getting farther away from me, and then you were gone,â and his gaze soften, even as you moan when he bottoms out, âI loved you - I love youâ"Â
âI love you too - I always have,â his teeth drags into his thigh, sucking and soothing the mark, he presses his cheek to the skin, âI left because I didnât want to hurt you - and I couldnât rise to your level,â his fingers tilt your chin to meet his, âso I had to drag you down to mine,âÂ
You moan as he gives a sharp thrust, âFuck, Sugu,â as his hips slap against yours, all thoughts evaporating from your mind, as he fucks you, hard and fast, any words you knew dissolve away, leaving only his name behind (and a few choice swear words).Â
Meanwhile, Suguru canât stop speaking, âNever gonna want to leave me again, my sweet girl,â he purrs, âlook at this sweet cunt, it doesnât even want let my cock go without sucking me back in,â his words nearly drowned out by the sloppy noises of both of your cum soaked skin meeting together in thrusts, âtell me youâll never leave, tell me youâll stay,â and his movements slow to a stop, as you whine, âtell me,âÂ
âIâll never leave you, I canât,â you look up with eyes glassy with need, âcanât ever leave you, I love you,â and heâs fucking you harder, feeling your walls clench around him as youâre moaning his name as you cum. He comes undone too as you squeeze him, painting your insides with his thick cum. And youâre arching your back as you feel yourself full of him - so fucking good and full â as you come down from your high.Â
And then all too soon, heâs pulling out, only to flip you over, on all fours, âNot done yet,â he only murmurs, leaning forward over you, as his still hardening cock bumps against your sensitive clit, âgonna make sure you never forget who you belong to,â his fingers collect your mixed cum dripping down your thighs to only shove it back in your still overly sensitive cunt.Â
You lurch forward, knees buckling, as his fingers working you, âstill so fucking tight even after I fucked you so good, Princess? Your cunt is still so needy for my cock,â he kisses your clit, before slapping it, the wet squelch enough to make you throb, âyou ready for me, my love?â He grunts, raspy and raw.Â
âPlease,â you whine, and he doesnât sink in slowly this time - your cunt nearly sucks him in, your mixed releases letting him slip in with ease, âf-fuck,âÂ
And Suguru hums, all too pleased, âNot so defiant now that youâre fucked out for me, baby,â his hips piston into you, and all you can feel, smell, and taste is him, all you can hear is your blood in your ears and the sloppy noises of Suguru fucking you.Â
You were so close â you were so stretched out, his thrusts balls deep, as his hand reached around to turn your face to his to kiss your lips. It was sloppy, his calloused hand gripping your neck, lightly squeezing, as his tongue tasted your mouth, intent on having all of you, swallowing your moans eagerly.Â
âDoing so well for me, Princess,â he praises, his jaw set as your walls clench at his cock, âsuch a fucking good girl for me,â It was as lewd as his other hand reaching around to to rub roughly at your folds, âneed you to squirt for me, need you to drench me,â and itâs too much for you.Â
You moan his name, shaking as you cum, squirting all over his cock as your release slides down your thighs, and Suguru follows shortly after, with a few rough thrusts, his hands grabbing your shaking hips to hold in place as he spurts his cum again inside you.Â
Heâs panting and groaning, as he slips from you, a swear leaving his lips as he pulls out, his seed dripping down your thighs as well.Â
And youâre slumping on the bed, your sheets sticky with your release and sweat, as he gently turns you over, your chest rising and falling as he settles on top of you. His fingers brush your hair from your face, âCan we discuss moving you to the main house with me now?â He asks softly, as he presses sweet kisses to your flushed skin.Â
âYes,â you murmur, your lips slowly meeting his in a soft kiss, âas much as I donât agree with your methods still, I canât live a day without you,â and he smiles, âI canât help but be drawn to you,âÂ
âAnd thatâs why I couldnât let you go - there has to have been a meaning to this,â he smiles, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, before heâs guiding your body so that youâre settled between his thighs, his cock brushing against your lips, âand now there always will be.â
âŽïž a/n: so this was inspired by a character ai (which i wanted to credit the creator but i can't find), but this was dark, so read the content warnings. i'm trying out different formats for my fics so excuse the changes. also i never was into geto until season 2 straight up hit me like the isekai truck.
#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto smut#geto smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk smut#geto x reader#suguru geto x you#suguru geto angst#sab [mlist]
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this is part 1, read part 2 here! pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested) SUMMARY: you, ariel's daughter, find yourself in a strange relationship with the one and only infamous pirate captain, who's absolutely obsessed with you GENRE: yandere, a bit of angst, some comforting fluff here and there, especially at the end CW: a few mentions of violence, someone walking a plank, mentions of drowning, some suggestive material, nothing too graphic though WC: 4.2k
A/N: this req was really fun to write! I might have gotten a bit carried away, heh...this part includes the backstory of how you two got together and the first part of the req, and the second part will include the rest of it. hope you guys enjoy reading this cause I definitely put some hard work into it lol. also please give me feedback and suggestions, I'd really like to know your thoughts!
If you could go back, would you change what happened?
This is something that you often ask yourself.Â
You think about that fateful day frequently. It was the summer before your first year at Merlin Academy. You had finally convinced your parents, the famed mermaid Ariel and her Prince Eric, to let you go for a swim unsupervised. Being half-mermaid, half-human allowed you to transform back and forth at will. And although life on land was pretty good, your heart always ached to go back to the sea, to feel the cold, salty water as it engulfs you. To race along the reefs, tail swishing back and forth, allowing you to reach speeds far past what your human form can do. To leisurely swim amongst the many species of fish and plants that created the world of the ocean. To go back home.
Your parents had already gone over the rules with you hundreds of time, to the point where you could recite each one of them word for word: âDonât go past the boundaries,â âDonât approach any animals you donât know,â âDonât go so deep where you canât see any light,â âCome out at the first sign of bad weather,â and, most importantly, âDo not, under any circumstances, interact with any humans.â
Your mother may be renowned for rescuing a stranger from the unrelenting grasps of the seaâif she hadnât, you wouldnât even be here right nowâbut that was a very rare case. Far more often than not, mermaid interactions with humans out on the waters ended up in the mermaid being tortured, held hostage, or even killed.
You knew the rules by heart, and yet, maybe it was because of your young age, you still broke them. You werenât really aware of your actions in the moment; one second, you were swimming alongside a pod of dolphins, racing against the currents. The next, you heard loud voices and realized that almost directly above you, yet still a good few dozen meters away, was some sort of ship.
You had ducked down next to a big sponge, peering up apprehensively. It was at that moment you realized that you were far outside of the boundaries set for you by your parents. You should have turned back, should have swam back home, but there was something about the ship, something that intrigued you so much it forced you to stay in place.
A few moments passed, and seeing as there was no commotion, you let your curiosity get the better of you. After all, that ship shouldnât even have been out there. Slowly, you crept closer and closer to the surface, making sure to remain in the shadows. The noises were becoming clearer; you could make out peopleâs voices now. But they still werenât sharp enough for you to understand what they were saying.
Finally, you took the risk and poked your head out of the water near the rear of the ship. The sight before you elicited a sharp gasp, and made you wish you had just gone back when you still had the chance.Â
Extended from the side of the ship was a long, wooden plank. Standing on one side of it (the safe end), was a man, gagged, blindfolded, and bound. He looked to be no older than forty, with a scraggly beard and ripped clothes.
A pirate.
Another figure emerged, walking to the edge of the deck. Your reflexes caused you to duck down quickly, so only your eyes were barely above the water. This figure was much younger, with dark brown hair parted neatly and angular features twisted into a wicked smile. He donned a maroon blazer that covered a white shirt with an upturned collar. Something in his left hand shined brilliantly under the sunâs bright rays.
The younger figure laughed, but not in the way one would laugh at a funny joke. He unsheathed a cutlass from his side, using it to poke the back of the man on the plank.Â
âYou see, Mr. Jones? This is what happens when you cross the most feared pirate captain in all the lands!â the young figure roared as he yanked off the older manâs blindfold, revealing to him his fate. The fear and panic that spread across the manâs face has been forever etched into your mind, even to this day.
You heard the man beg and plea for mercy, watched as every move he made caused the plank to sway even more violently. The pirate captain simply laughed, his crew along with him. Finally, when you suppose he tired of hearing the man grovel, you watched in terror as the captain gave the man a good kick in the back, finally sending him over the edge.
Suddenly, it was like the world was spinning in slow motion. The man plummeting off the wooden platform, falling, falling, falling. His screams muffled by the cloth around his mouth. Then, all too soon, he made contact with the water with a loud splash.Â
He sank quickly, devoured by the oceanâs waters within the blink of an eye. Your young, distraught face watched as a few bubbles rose to the surface. Then nothing. All that remained of the manâs existence, all there was to give proof that he had ever even been there, were a few ripples in the water.
That was it.
You were frozen in shock. Howâwhatâwhy? Your brain could barely string together a comprehensive sentence. All you were sure of was the feeling inside you. You couldnât quite put it into words, could barely even understand it. But it made your tail ache to move, made you feel as if you simply couldnât stay in one place any longer.
You dove beneath the surface, frantically swimming towards the direction where you saw the man go under. You kept looking around, searching, but to no avail. You decided to dive deeper, swimming lower and lower until the water around you was near pitch-black. You were growing more and more panicked by the second, because every second you wasted was another second the man grew closer to death.
Finally, you caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Hope flaring, you darted towards it, the figure becoming clearer the closer you got.
It was him.
You reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to prevent him from sinking farther. His eyes were shut and he wasnât breathing, but you could still hear a heartbeat. There was still time left.
Wrapping your arms around him, you started the difficult journey back to land. Thankfully, you knew of a small island not too far from here. Swimming with the added weight of a fully grown man was incredibly difficult, especially for a young mermaid, but you persisted. After all, this was his life on the line.
You swam as hard as fast as you could, and thankfully, by some blessing from the heavens, found a warm water current going the direction you were. You let it carry you, the rushing stream multiplying your efforts. Finally, after what seemed like hours but must have only been a couple of minutes, you reached the island.
Letting the wave wash you up on shore, you settled the man down on the soft sand the first chance you got. You rolled him to his front, which was quite the endeavor itself. His heartbeat had grown more shallow, but it was still there. There was still hope.
Using the skills your mother had taught you, you started to nurse the man back to health using your melodic voice. Ever since you were young, she had explained to you the gift bestowed upon mermaids, the power of healing through song. She taught you to sing before you could walk, and it was the one thing that you were sure you could do right.
As you sang your strange and melodious tune, it finally occurred to you that you were breaking the most sacred of rules. Not only were you interacting with a stranger, you were coaxing him back to life. Like mother, like daughter, you thought. I suppose healing strangers who were drowning at sea runs in my blood.
The only caveat to your healing powers is that it takes quite some time to have its full effects. You donât know how long you sat on the beach, but it had been quite some time. You probably would have been there for much longer had it not been for the boom voice that sounded behind you, waking you from your trance of song.
âWell, Iâll be. If it isnât a mermaid.â
You practically jumped out of your fins as you turned around, startled beyond words. There, towering above you, was the evil pirate captain you saw earlier. He was even younger than you had previously thought. In fact, he couldnât be much older than you. You wondered for a fleeting moment how a kid like that could command an entire ship full of grownâand scary-lookingâmen, but decided you have bigger matters at hand to worry about.
A few members of his crew lurked behind the captain, and you could see a small lifeboat docked to the ground near the coastline. Further beyond that, his ship swayed in the ocean waves, dark against the bright horizon.
You followed the pirateâs gaze down to your tail, which was still out. You silently cursed yourself for forgetting to transform back into your human form, being too distracted by saving the man to pay attention to your own safety.
You wanted to yell at the cruel pirate for trying to kill this man. No matter who he was, what he had done, he didnât deserve to die. At least not like that. But the words got caught in your throat, so while a war raged inside your mind, you were completely quiet on the outside, simply staring up at the man with wide doe eyes.
âYou have a lovely voice,â the man said, with a tone that you wouldnât quite imagine a killer using. He must have overheard me sing earlier, you thought to yourself. âTell me, little mermaid, who taught you to sing?â
âM-my mother,â you replied weakly, your voice far more meager and small than you wanted it to be. You were still staring up at him, afraid of what heâd do to you.
âYour mother? Well, thatâs quite interesting.â The captain raised his left hand to scratch at his chin, which is when you realized that it wasnât a hand at all. Instead of a hand was a curved metal hook, with a sharp point gleaming at the end. So that must be the shiny thing I saw earlier, you thought.
âOh, where are my manners?â laughed the pirate abruptly. âMy name is Captain James Hook, leader of the Jolly Roger. And you are?â
You blinked, almost forgetting your own name. If it were a less tense moment than this, you would have laughed at the fact that his name is rather befitting for him. âY/N,â you respond.
âY/NâŠNow, where have I heard that name before?â He tapped his chin with his hook again.
âSir, thatâs the name of Princess Arielâs daughter,â one of the big, meaty pirates behind him answered in a gruff voice.
âThatâs right!â Hook exclaimed. âYouâre the mermaidâs daughter. You know, rumor has it youâll be joining me at Merlinâs Academy in the fall, is that right?â
For some reason, your voice seemed to not work anymore, so you settled for nodding. Join him? you pondered. You didnât know that he was also a student at the school you were planning to attend.
Hook started pacing along the beach, arms crossed with his hooked hand extended, deep in thought. You watched him, fear growing by the second. A sly smirk spread across his face, which only served to fuel the flames of your worry.Â
âYou know, you directly defied my command by saving that man,â he started. Slowly. Deliberately. Choosing every word precisely and carefully, like a shark circling its prey. âDo you even know why I made him walk the plank?â You shook your head no, the panic in you reaching record heights.
âThat manââhe vaguely gestures towards the unconscious body laying on the beach with his hookââstole an entire weekâs worth of rations from my ship. An entire weekâs worth of food and rum for an entire crew. Had he gotten away with it, we likely would have starved to death out at sea. Does he seem so innocent now, little mermaid? So worth saving?â
Again, you shook your head no. Although you agreed he definitely wasnât an innocent man, you still didnât see making him walk the plank a justifiable punishment. Despite your thoughts, you kept your mouth shut. Angering the captain further was not going to do you any good.
âNow, if anyone else had done something like this, I wouldnât hesitate to cut their head right off,â Hook said menacingly, and with a swish, unsheathed his sword once again. You flinchedâhardâand scrambled to back away from him.Â
Hook took note of this, and, sheathing his sword, crouched down to get on the same level as you. âBut donât worry, little mermaid. I wonât hurt you. You see, youâve piqued my interest. Plus, it would do me no favors to have a little girlâs blood on my hands.â
You let out a breath you hadnât even realized you were holding. So heâs not going to kill me, right?
âBut, alas, you canât leave unpunished, now, can you?â he added. Your eyes grew impossibly wider, your entire body shaking in fear. This was it. He was going to kill you, or do something equally worse.
âI demandââyou already felt a tear slip down your cheekââthat you write to me for the remainder of the summer.â
Wait, what?
âW-write?â you asked in disbelief. âAs inâŠâ
âLetters,â Hook finished for you. âWrite me letters. Iâll give you the mailing address of the Jolly Roger. Write me everyday, and Iâll promise Iâll write you back whenever we dock. How does that sound?â
âO-okay,â you reply, still taken aback by the peculiar, and far more lenient than youâd expected, request. That was all you had to do? Write letters? As punishment for saving the life of someone heâd ordered to die? You must be dreaming.
âOh, and,â Hook said, voice lowered as he leaned in close to you, until he was just a hairâs breadth away from your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his alluring scent of salty winds and something richer, deeper, filling your lungs. âI look forward to seeing you in the fall. Donât forget me, my little mermaid.â
With that, he stood up, smoothing out the lines on his pants. âYou wouldnât happen to need a ride back home, would you, love?â
You shook your head no, too terrified of him changing his mind to spend another moment in his presence. You glanced back at the man lying behind you, still unconscious. âW-what about him? What will you do with him?â you managed to choke out, somehow finding your voice again.
Hook pondered this for a long minute, before finally answering, âHe can live.â You let out a shaky breath. âBut only because of you, little mermaid. And only this time. You go against my wishes again, and trust me, your punishment will be far more severe.â
And with that, he went back to his ship and sailed away.
You still muse about that day, thinking how different things would have been if you had changed just one little thing.
You kept your promise of writing him letters, too afraid to know what would happen when you had to inevitably face him in the fall to break it. At first, they started out simple. Ordinary recounts of your day, your favorite things, what you liked to do. As the weeks passed, you started writing more personal letters. How you felt about certain things or certain people, including your parents. You never spoke a word of that fateful day to them, knowing that youâd be grounded for life and forbidden from swimming ever again if they caught even a whiff of the danger you had put yourself in.Â
Hook kept his promise, too. He wrote you back, although it was far less frequent than your letters. Even though he kept his responses short and concise, you always ended up hearing his voice in your head as you read his notes. You soon found yourself checking your mailbox daily, even getting to know the mailman rather well. The rush of dopamine you got every time you opened it to find a letter awaiting you was unmatched; you would always run upstairs to your room, lock the door, and pour over the note. Reading every line, every word over and over again, committing them to memory.Â
You donât know why you enjoyed these little letters so much. Maybe it was the thrill of having a secret that no one else knew of, or the absence of your usual loneliness every time you were reminded that somewhere out there, across the seas, was someone awaiting your letters, reading them, and writing back to you. Whatever it was, your heart started to form an emotional attachment to him without you even realizing it.Â
Unbeknownst to you, that had been his exact plan all along.
Itâs safe to say that once you started school at Merlin Academy, Hookâsâor Jamesâs, as he insisted on you calling himâgrip on you only grew. Things started out pretty normal: light conversations in class and stolen looks exchanged across the hall, mostly initiated by him. After the first few weeks passed, things between you two only grew. Secret meetings during lunch hours, rendezvous after school, and small gifts exchanged between the two of you. From there, it became brushing your hands together whenever you passed by each other, soft pecks on the cheek or forehead where there were prying eyes, and more passionate kisses when the two of you finally found time to be alone.
Truth be told, you donât really know what you two are now. Normally, you would consider two people that partake in such actions to be courting, and you kind of assume you are. But James has never said anything about a relationship to you, and in all honesty, youâre too afraid to ask him. You feel terribly confused at his intentions towards you; on the one hand, he approaches you every day without fail, even if you try to ignore him or when your schedules donât match up. Somehow, he always finds a way. On the other hand, he never asked you to be his lover, never even vaguely mentioned anything of the sorts. So, you decided, with a heavy heart, to not be too confident and consider yourself his partner. And unfortunately, that meant that he wasnât yours, either.
Really, you never meant to grow so involved with the bastard pirate that threatened to kill you on the beach that day. But for some strange reason, instead of treating you coldly like he did everyone else, especially the other hero kids, he was softer with you. Considerate, even. You had half-expected him to want nothing to do with you after your first few interactions, but he kept seeking you out. You often opened your locker to a note inside, or entered your dorm to find a letter slipped beneath the door.
Today was one of those days. You had gotten a note telling you to wait for him in your usual place in the evening, after classes. So here you are, waiting, staring at the water fountain in the courtyard. Youâve always been transfixed by the way the water spurts out the center and splashes all around. It seems that whenever youâre alone with your thoughts, they always end up back to that fateful day you met James, and everything thatâs happened since.
âWait for me long, my little mermaid?â a deep voice whispers in your ear from behind. You jump only a little, far more used to James sneaking up on you now than you used to be. For some reason, it seems he loves to startle you by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close from behind, or speaking softly in your ear.
You twirl around, a delighted expression on your face, although you try to mask it with a feigned annoyance. âAnd if I say I did?â
âWell then, Iâd have to find a way to make it up to you then, wouldnât I, darling?â he purrs, using his hook to spin you around in his arms so youâre face-to-face. His lips make his way to yours, pulling you in for a slow, sensual kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his head closer to yours, not able to get enough of his touch.Â
The feeling of his skin against yours ignites something in you, and you find your mouth opening to give him more access as a soft whimper escapes your lips. One hand reaches into his hair, tugging at it gently from the base of his head, while the other one trails down the front of his shirt.
James leans into you even further, your bodies flush against each other now, as he deepens the kiss. You find yourself leaning against the edge of the water fountain, the cool sprinkles providing a welcomed contrast to your heating-up bodies.
Once youâve completely lost your breath, you pull away just slightly, a love-drunk smile on your face. âYou had a request for me?â you whisper, panting, eyes full of adoration for the man you were interlocked with.Â
James breaks into a grin. A genuine one, not one of the smirks he flashes to uphold his patented suave demeanor. âAh, yes, how could I forget, my love?â
He pulls further away to give you two enough room to breathe, yet keeping his good hand on the small of your back. âI was reminded today that it's been quite some time since Iâve heard your voice, my little mermaid.â
You give a little smile, deciding to mess with him a bit. âWhatever do you mean? You hear my voice every day. I mean, youâre even hearing it right now.â
James cocks his head to the side and raises a single eyebrow, clearly aware of your antics. âYour other voice, love.â
You giggle. âFine, all right. Only for you,â you say, giving him a peck on the nose.Â
You sit down on the ledge of the fountain, turning back to stare at the water again. Although it has been a long time since you stretched your tail and went for a swim, simply seeing the rushing water soothes you. It isnât quite like being immersed in it, but it still gives you some semblance of comfort.Â
You reach into the pool at the bottom, letting the cool water rush along your fingertips as you inhale a deep breath. Through your mermaid abilities, your voice twists into an otherworldly song, filling the space with a mellifluous sound.Â
James takes a place on the ledge next to you, reaching into the water to hold your submerged hand. You donât really feel it, too transfixed on the rushing waves. You donât see the way James gazes at you, like youâre his entire world. The softness, the tenderness in his eyes, which he reserves for you only. He looks at you not as if youâre his sun, something too bright to ever stare directly at, something violent and explosive and harmful, but as if youâre his moon.Â
As if youâre the figure he watches every night before he closes his eyes, and the one he wishes to see again when he wakes up. As if youâre the only thing he notices every time the darkness envelops him, your presence never falling off the pedestal he places it on in his mind. Never losing its worth. He looks at you, your soft glow and mesmerizing shimmer, as if youâre the only thing filling up the night sky. The stars and constellations pale in comparison to you, especially on your best nights, when you shine so magnificently.Â
You are the moon, and he is the tide of the ocean, constantly being pulled in by you. Never being able to escape the grasp you have on him, the grasp you are so blissfully unaware of. He stares at you in awe and wonder, bathing in your gorgeous light, so close yet always so far away. Sitting all alone against the dark backdrop of the evening sky, waiting for him to come back to you. And without reason, you always disappear. Always leaving him wanting more, waiting till the moment he can bathe in your presence again.Â
As you sing, the tide gets pulled in by the gravity of the moon. Your lyrical voice bounces off the stone walls, surrounding you both, just as the moonlight surrounds the waves on that mystical night.Â
But the moonlight is only a reflection of the sunâs glow, is it not? When daylight comes, the moon will pull away from the waves, its absence in the sky all but forgotten in the sunâs presence. And as dawn breaks, so too will the pull between the moon and ocean.Â
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Oleander
Summary: Nine months ago you killed a man. Now you're sharing a drink with his brother. Life works in mysterious ways. tw: female reader, implied murder, captivity, dub - con, hate fucking, degradation, cruel reader
Sometimes you wonder if youâre a good person. Itâs nice, almost, to lose yourself in meaningless philosophical battles in your own mind - it reminds you of high school, of balding teachers making you read Kant and Plato, raving on and on about dead men that will never come back to agree or disagree with the countless pages they made you write about them. Itâs easier now, though - easy to lose yourself in semantics, to water down hundred years of morals and ethics into a simple question. Am I, the way I am, the way Iâve always been, good?Â
These thoughts always come back when the liquor hits your system. You canât believe Devan let you drink with him tonight. He must be getting lonely, you realize. Your hands are too shaky and slippery to hold the glass, and you end up spilling half of it over your chest anyways. Your shirt soaks the liquor quickly, and the sharp smell of sanitizer makes you feel as if youâre running through a cold hospital corridor. If you squint, you can almost imagine the needle poking at your vein to draw fresh blood.Â
Devan watches you with odd fascination - as if youâre a child learning how to walk, and takes a sip straight off the bottle. Were you any less drunk, youâd be disgusted, yet now all you think about is how heâs drinking more and more of the bitter medicine, leaving less for you. And you need it. God knows you need it.
âMessy, murderous slut.â He mumbles under his breath, reaching out to you with a disoriented shake of his hand. âYou ruined my fucking life, you know?â He manages to take a hold of your elbow. You flinch impulsively but his hold, in all its drunken angst, is unrelenting.
âYou ruined your own life.â You intend your answer to be playful, but it comes out venomous. Maybe you both need some sleep - too bad the bottle is still half full. You pour yourself some more. âYouâre 27 with no education, job or any support network. Even your parents donât call you anymore, because, well⊠what even are you without him?â You let yourself get closer to the man - so close you can see his eyes illuminate in fear. His skin is warm like concrete melting under the sun. Tonight you are cruel. Tonight you are free - even as the tears fall down your freezing cheeks. âAdmit it.â You inhale so quietly you barely feel your lungs. âYou fucking love it.â
Even as his hand connects to your cheek in an audible slap, you canât help running your mouth off. You are absolutely intoxicated - and the sting feels like a kiss to your lonely, untouched face. How long has it been since someone held you?
âYou fucking love that your brother died, deep down. I mean, itâs the perfect excuse, isnât it? You finally have a reason to be this fucking miserable.â Your smirk, filling up with glee - just like a child torturing a helpless ladybug on the ground, itâs so wrong yet feels so right. âBesides being a lousy loser, of course.â
âHow fucking dare you!â Devin flips you over with ease, throwing you on the ground. There is a raw, animalistic sadness in his big black orbs bleeding into his rage, and it makes it impossible to be scared. Even as his thick fist wraps itself around your throat, itâs hard not to burst into laughter. All the good hazy feelings take over logic and now the bleak feels like a big joke of nature. âJoe was⊠He⊠He wasâŠâ Everything, he tries to say, but his voice breaks into a pained howl and his breathing shallows before the word can roll off his colorless tongue. For a passing moment everything stills.
âItâs all your fault.â Your captor hisses weakly, his hand trembling around your warm inviting flesh. âI should have killed you that first day⊠that first night.â His fingers dance around your throat, carefully avoiding your jugular. âIt would have been so easy. You do have a beautiful neck.â His voice lowers. âIt wouldnât be hard toââ He squeezes again - tight, tighter, and you see stars. âMaybe then Iâll finally be at peace.â Heâs staring at you, intently, but itâs himself heâs talking to.Â
âOh, please.â You roll your eyes. You can feel a certain fullness in your sides and a dull pain tugging at your collarbone from suffocation - but your mind canât wrap itself around a single coherent thought other than to hurt him. Itâs like the more you hurt him, the more it hurts inside you. âYou canât kill me.â There is no sass in your tone, no mischief - just plain cold acceptance.
Devin stops in his tracks to stare you down as if youâve lost your goddamn mind. Then he laughs. He laughs so much his hand slips off your throat and you can finally breathe again.
âAnd what makes you so sure?â He finally collects himself enough to ask, leaning towards you. If anyone were to see you now, they would think youâre two lovers about to elope. âBecauseâŠâ You avert your face away from his watchful eyes - thereâs something about them, a wild flame that makes you sober up quicker than youâd like. âIâm the only person you hate more than yourself. If you kill me, the game is over.â You give him a sad smile. âAnd youâre all alone again.â
The man grabs your chin, forcing your lips to pucker up like a dollâs. âLike I need a fucked up bitch to keep me company.â He says, yet he keeps moving your head up and down as if heâs inspecting you for damage. As if he cares if youâre bruised, as if his fingers want to feel you for just a second longer. âThen let me go.â You bite back, and you watch his face go dark like a night sky. âNo.â The boy - man shrieks, holding onto your arm for dear life. It hurts⊠but itâs also warm and tight - like an embrace, but not quite. âYou deserve to suffer.â He quickly adds, pulling you closer to him. âThen torture me.â You add more fuel. âDo something. Anything.â You sink your teeth into his knees. âFor once in your shitty miserable life do soââ
He kisses you.Â
You donât know how to describe the kiss. Itâs neither passionate, nor aggressive. Itâs desperate, yet it lacks strength. Itâs a rushed thing. Itâs a memory reminiscent of summer - in a quiet village, after an atom bomb. His lips are the flowers that eventually bloom before theyâre stomped by soldier boots. Youâre the half - lit match that turns it all to ashes. Your bodies are meant for destruction, and thatâs why they fit together perfectly.Â
âLet me have you.â He almost pleads once you separate, breathless, on the brink of insanity - as if he isnât already there. His hands are on both sides of your waist, squeezing so hard it hurts, unstable fingers ready to grab and grope at any shape malleable enough.Â
âNo.â You wince, but your eyes remain cold and challenging. âFuck you.â Devin replies, roughly spreading your thighs apart. âFuck you.â He repeats as he rips into your throat, dragging his teeth against your sweet spot, making you really feel the sharp points tearing into your soft vulnerable skin. The thought of leaving his mark on you makes his stomach turn - and it terrifies him. You try not to look down, but you hear his belt hit the ground and soon his pants follow suit - and then you sense it right against your entrance. Sticky slick whiteness coats your white panties as it drips from the purpling tip so full it might burst by the friction alone.
His hard length rubs along your wet slit and with clenched teeth you anticipate the burn of the stretch, the way heâll rip your underwear from you, your last protective shield - but it never comes. Yet you see it move in and out, in and out of you rhythmically. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, his rasp groans into your ear, his hands moving your torso back and forth like a carousel. You finally look down.Â
Heâs fucking your thighs - through your panties, no less.Â
âHold your legs together.â The man barks at you, but his voice is so needy you canât help giggling even as he manhandles you around like a ragdoll. âT-tighter.â You squeeze your thighs snuggly against his cock - and you hope it hurts him more than it hurts you. You throw your head back, leaning on his shoulder as you jeer gutturally, letting it all out in systematic bursts of laughter that sound more like black cigarette coughs. Or puffs. âGod, youâre so pathetic.â You lazily stroke his shaft as it peeks down your stomach, oozing with pre - cum. âI bet your brother would have fucked me like a real man.â
He moves your head to the side with a brute slap, kissing you sloppily anywhere but your mouth - but it still does the trick of shutting you up. âToo bad heâs dead.â He leaves a trail of wet pecks down your throat. Your stomach is sticky. You feel disgusting. âGuess youâre mine now.â
You roll your eyes.
âDream on.â
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Poison For Some
(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist
Description: Your deathly allergic to nuts and dinner in the prison leaves you running for medicine. Your abrupt departure confuses everyone, until your partner Daryl remembers of your allergies. Now it was 24 hours and you were no where to be found.
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This runs personally in my life and will be based on my own allergies. Itâs different for everyone but, this is mine. [Angst and Fluff]
Carol had made dinner like she did most nights. Winter approached and Rick was trying to put off using the canned goods for as long as he could. So, Carol decided to try and fill in some protein with almonds. She put it in the rice mixing it to whatever meat scraps we last had. Daryl was off in the shower at your demand. He had been hunting a lot more often trying to gather as much meat before winter. Coming back to the prison somehow dirtier than the last, you wouldnât be surprised if he had rolled around in dirt for how much it cover him.
You sat at the table as Carol handed out portions. Glenn and Maggie were talking about a run they should make for Judith. Little thing needed more appropriate winter clothing. You told them you would go with, so you were just listening to their planning. The steamy bowl placed in front of you sent you happily smiling and thanking Carol for the food. Carol jokingly jabbed at you, âSwear the only way I could ever get a smile like that from you is food.â You scoff digging your spoon into the bowl and shoving it into your mouth. You talk with a mouth full,
âItâs the best way to my heart!â
You chew feeling a unique piece in your mouth. Thinking maybe the rice clumped together. Carol brought you from your thoughts, âThatâs why you got yourself a hunter I see.â You chuckle at that, eyes moving to your bowl. You pushed it around spotting what you felt in your mouth, it was something pale. You swallowed the growing saliva in your mouth. Realization hit you like a truck, you sprung up from your seat in a panic. Almond peal off, something in the past you had learned the hard way had nuts in it.
You had never had to use an epiPen before, Benadryl was always what you had to chug before a epiPen was ever thought of. A mental clock started ticking. You didnât have much time before this nut you just ate starts killing you. You didnât know you were moving before you were already out the door. Nabbing a set of keys before sprinting to the gate. Other were surprised at the clear shock and outburst you had. You had gone out the door before they even stood to follow. When they got out the door you left the gate to the courtyard open and they saw you sprinting to the exit gate. That brought them into gear yelling and chasing after you. You didnât have much time. Pill or preferably liquid Benadryl would only work in the early stages of your reaction. You would guess 30 minutes before it was a lost cause.
Considerably to others with the allergy you were lucky. While it was deadly you had more time and didnât have to pull out a shot of adrenaline every time to fix it. You pulled both gates open not even attempting to close them before getting into one of the run cars. You peeled off before anyone could question you. They all yelled and waved their arms. They couldnât believe you. The sounds of the tires screeching was emphasis to your haste. They stood at the open gate seeing the car zoom down the road. A few walkers emerged from the woods causing them to try and close the gate as fast as they could.
You white knuckle the steering wheel attempting to take slow breaths. You resisted the urge to scratch at your skin knowing you must have hives by now. A ball seemed to form in your throat. You have been attempting to locate a EpiPen and Benadryl for a while now. You had some before the farm fell and lost it to the herd. You even asked Glenn to keep an eye out for Benadryl on runs. You felt tears prick at your eyes but forced it away knowing crying would only make it harder to breathe. You were scared but you had to think fast in a last ditch effort of survival. If any pharmacy or store you have checked didnât have it maybe a household was your best bet. You knew you wouldnât be able to look through many houses so it was a risky gamble. You know of a neighborhood your group has yet to explore. So with a race against time, thatâs where youâre headed.
You had mentioned in passing at the beginning of the quarry of your allergy. Only ever talking about it again with Daryl. He hated peanut butter and you said while youâve never had it because youâll die, the smell was gross and over powering. Getting a grunt and âAinât missing much.â from him. He also may have teased you about how âsomething as simple as a nut could take you down.â You were always good about your allergies, hence not ever needing an EpiPen. Something your mother was grateful for not wanting to stab you with a shot. It didnât seem like a big deal at the time. While it could sneak up on you it was always solved somewhat quickly. Maybe you should have made a bigger deal about it.
Daryl POV
He had just gotten a shirt on when he heard rushing and calling for his name. He peaked down from his and your cell to see a worried Beth. As soon as she saw him she was nervous and stammered out, âY/n! Something⊠we were just sitting then- sheâs gone! She booked it out the prison randomly!â Daryl felt his heart drop and he quickly made his way downstairs to where everyone was now piling back in from outside. Rick ran a hand in his hair as Daryl slid into the room worriedly, âThe hells happening?! Where is she?!â He watch as everyone turned to the other not knowing the answer. Hershel tried to calmly tell Daryl, âWeâre not to sure but she seemed pretty spookedâŠâ
Daryl looked around about to go into a panic. He spotted a bowl spilt across a table. Maggie followed his eyes and started to explain what happened, âShe was sitting there. Joking with Carol and she was fine! Then all the sudden she sprung up and ran for it.â His mind raced, he had to go after you but he couldnât if he didnât know where or why you were going in the first place. He turned to Carol a strained expression on his face, âWhat were you talking about?â Carol just shook her head worriedly and shrugged, âJust food. She was giddy as ever to eat is all.â Daryl looked back to the food sprawled out on the table, âWhat did you make?â Carol put her hands on her hips, the chatter from the others in the room seemingly felt dense with worry and confusion.
âJust the little bits of squirrel we had left with some rice with almonds.â
He felt the nerves in him burn. His ears flood with blood causing the noisy room to muffle. Understanding why you ran made him light headed. Others around him noticed him pale, and the shocked and panicked look you had before washed over his. He felt frozen, you went off to try and save yourself. Not taking a moment before running off to find Benadryl. Something he knows you, Glenn, and himself struggled to find. He felt like he was going to crash to the floor. He had no clue where you could have gone, and if you would ever come back. The edge of his vision darkened but he felt someone behind him steady him. It was Carl, but his father was the one to drag Darylâs attention, âWhatâs happening Daryl? You know why she ran, where is she going?â He turned to look toward Carol,
âSheâs allergic to nuts.â
Some gasps rang through the room, some questions flying up in the air. Carol nervously shook, words shakingly coming out of her mouth, âOh my god, I killed her.â She sunk down to a chair a wave of nausea painted on her face. Hand covering her face as tears broke out, âI didnât know- I remember peanuts maybe. Itâs all m-my fault-t.â Glenn leaned over the table as he looked down, âIs that what Benadryl is for?â He seemed almost sick with himself that he hadnât tried harder to look for it. The room had slowly grown quiet. A pained expression filled their faces as the gravity of the situation weighed on them.
Rick spoke trying to do what he did best, lead. He needed to control the situation and make a plan. He stood straight with arms crossed, âWe need to figure out where she ran off. Then try and find some medicine to save her.â He turned to Hershel, âYou have everything if it goes south?â Hershel was mid thought thinking maybe a endotracheal tube they had could keep you breathing long enough for medication. Daryl grunted and shook his head, frustrated but heartbroken, âItâs no use, we been looking for anything for her since the farm. She would have never had a chance if she didnât ran off like she did.â He was angry at the thought, he could do nothing but hope wherever you go you find anything.
Rick spoke calmly trying not to set him off, âHer best bet is with us-â much to his attempt Daryl roared in anger, âBy the time we even made it anywhere let alone getting it back to her she would have been dead!â He clenched his teeth, âWe havenât even the slightest clue where anything for this is.â He now huffed getting emotional, âShe did what she had to, she made the right call.â He looked back to a sobbing Carol, âWe just hope she comes back nowâŠâ He spun around back to the cell he came. His back turned to everyone, the stone lodged in his heart finally crushed him. Swiping the curtain to the cell he looked through blurred eyes at the place you both shared.
He sank to the bed. The lasts words exchanged between you and him running in his mind. âGo shower so I can kiss you.â You pushed him away into the hall. He smuggled remarked a âAlways can kiss me in the shower.â Watching you become coy with him at the implication. Always easy to get blood rushed to your face. You had surprised him growing ever more comfortable around him in there growing relationship. Grabbing his dirty tan shirt and pulling him into a kiss. A smile plastered on your face at his surprised one, you whispered, âMore for when youâre clean.â He isnât sure when the relationship happened.
It was slow to happen but there had been to many times your eyes caught on each other. Then you slept closer to him when you had yet to find the prison. You had kissed him on the cheek before a hunt giving him it for luck. When he came back with a deer good luck kisses happened more. An arm throw around you there and then. You holding onto him while on his bike. Wasnât til the prison when you nervously suggested sharing the same bed that he caved. That first night on a bed he kissed you. More so devoured you but he would deny that. You had never cuddled before that night either, waking up tangled into each other on the small bed.
The small bed he now cried in over the all to real possibility he had lost you. He was laid back arm across his face. His teeth clenched together to stop any pained noise to release from him. Emotion circling in him, regret, anger, heartbreak, he hadnât even the chance to tell you how much he loved you. The fear always stopped the word from tumbling from him. He could only wait.
Your POV
It had taken you 10 minutes to reach the neighborhood you sought after. Given that you were driving faster than you normally were ok with. You quickly jump out the car running into one of the near houses. Your hands shook while fumbling with the door. Adrenaline pumping in you mostly likely helping your survival. You pushed through making quick work of any spots you could think of. Kitchen cabinets, bathroom drawers, purses. The fabric of your clothes rubbed your irritated skin any time you moved. You abandon the house and moved to the next. Your quick pace making it harder to breathe. You cough and swallow trying to relieve some of the pressure in your closing throat.
You upturned and ran sacked the next house just as you did with the other. Throwing bottles of random medication behind you as you increasingly became more desperate. You left that house looking through every room but one with a walker in it. Your eyes scanned the line of houses. Your heart ached with fear thinking you were about to asphyxiate to death. You had one more house left in you to search. You picked one that had a small bike in the overgrown grass. You moved as fast as you could while heaving. You couldnât break down the door with the strength you had so you went through a window. You paused momentarily for any movement, hearing a lack of any you started.
Cabinet, drawers, bathrooms, now you stumbled up the stairs. Tears streaming down your face with a sense of defeat. You looked in the master bedroom knocking things over again finding nothing. You slowly moved down the hall to a kids bedroom. Glow in the dark stars on the roof. Tubs of toys filled the walls. Stuff animals filled the bed. You had removed your shirt due to its unwanted friction on your skin. Looking to the pink painted chipped walls, you shakingly come to terms with defeat. Sinking down to the floor resting against the bed frame. You look to walls covered in kids drawings. Gasping for whatever air you could bring in was the only sound in the still house.
You thought of Daryl, not having been together for long but you felt in your heart he was your everything. You didnât have much in the world but then you had him. He didnât have much either and you tried to not lessen that anymore with losing you. You failed but you hope he knew you tried. He was a big factor to why you were fighting this so hard. You looked to the end of the bed spotting a backpack. The little girls room youâve been in must belong to a 1st grader. Maybe you could find a pencil and paper to right a proper goodbye. You gasped air while fiddling with the zipper. You looked for paper and a pen while you thought of what to say. You were at least glad you had kissed him the last you saw him.
Struggling to look in the back you poured the contents out on the floor in front of you. You couldnât believe your eyes. A zip lock bag with a bottle of red liquid you were all to familiar with. You rip the back open spotting an old epinephrine pen with it. The bottle was small but was filled all the way. You managed to get the cap off despite struggling with the child lock. The disgusting bronze liquid flowed into your mouth. You resisted the urge to cough it up, it slowly trickled its way down your closing throat. You had downed a good bit of the bottle. It felt as if it numb the pain in your throat. A sense of relief flowed over you. You sat there still stunned as you slowly regained some breath. You lean your head back to rest on the bed behind you. You took it in, you felt shame at almost dying so easily but you were ok.
You looked back to the EpiPen you held not feeling the need to use it. Itâs intended users name plastered on it, âPenelope Thompson, allergen Bees.â Your skin still burned to the touch but you managed to flop back onto the small bed. Stuff animals falling to the floor. You held still trying to fully regain air in your lungs. Waiting to see if you had stopped the reaction. You laid sprawled out staring at the ceiling. Resisting the urge to scratch everywhere. The growing itch in your scalp caused you to squeeze your eyes shut.
You donât know how long you laid there before feeling like you could breathe easily. No lump felt like it blocked your throat. You had decided to get up before it got dark, knowing everyone at the prison was worried sick. When you got up right exhaustion hit you. Benadryl main side effect being drowsiness. Considering you had just consumed a large amount of it, it weighed on you. It wouldnât be safe to travel if you fell asleep at the wheel. You didnât need just surviving a near death experience and then crashing the car into another one. You were met on your almost dying quota for one night you think. Moving the door closed and shoving a bookcase slightly to it was the best youâd get. As soon as you lay back down it crashed back into you. Struggling to even keep your eyes open you fell asleep despite the itch of your skin.
Your eyes slowly open. You didnât move an inch or dream in your sleep. Felt like you blinked and it was pitch black outside. You bounced up to remember what had happened. Your hives seemed to be at a minimum and you felt back to normal. Expect the grogginess. You slept like a rock in your bones and muscles protest at your movement. Even though it was dark you decided to make your way back to the prison. A few walkers could be seen in the darkness but getting back to the car youâd be fine. After getting in the driver seat you rubbed at your eyes. You felt like you had way too long of a nap. You had no clock in the car and you sighed leaning back in the seat.
âI wonder how long I slept?â
Daryl POV
Hour after hour went by. Tension was high in the prison. Darkness started to fall over the prison. Daryl sat in a watch tower looking off to the empty road. He chewed his lips til a copper taste slipped into his mouth. A few hours after no return from you felt like the end of the world. You could very well be dead by now. Maybe you had even turned and started walking aimlessly. He wallow in his bed for those first few hours. Deciding recently just stand watch. Waiting and waiting maybe wasnât the best thing to do. All the terrible things he could think the only thing keeping him company. A few people attempted throughout the night to talk him down tell him to get some rest. Coming up with any excuses why you were not back yet.
When dawn broke everyone except Herschel, Beth and Judith, were grouped in an attempt to locate you. Looking into possible supermarkets or pharmacies you might have tried finding medication. Every empty building with no sight of you felt like a lost hope. While even in the building, they looked for possible Benadryl or an EpiPen. With no luck to even finding the smallest bit of that. The consensus of you being gone was weighing heavier than that you were still around. Likelihood of you surviving seem to crash. They hope that maybe if they went back to the prison, you wouldâve found your way back. That also didnât happen.
Daryl was in a world of anger and pain. Rick didnât know how much he cared for you, but he did now. It was becoming dusk again as everybody stood in the courtyard. Another search party would be happening in the morning. Many stopping Daryl from doing anything in the dark. Their main point being that maybe he wouldnât find something if it wasnât in the daylight. He sulked in his cell. That's how Carol found him. Deep in thought but she spoke to him either way, âDaryl?â He slowly turned his attention to her. She swallowed her nerves and began again, âIâm so sorry⊠Her death is on me.â He felt anger rising in him. He knew Carol was remorseful but suggesting that you were already dead? That made him grit his teeth, âNot yer fault, shit happens and you didnât mean to.â She felt relief until his voice grumbled in displeasure, âAn she ainât dead yet so watch it.â His eyes stare daggers into her, causing her to leave in shame.
He rested his eyes knowing he would sleep a few hour and then go back to the watch tower. Leaning into the side you normally took, he relished in the slightest smell of you in the sheets. He had doubts about having a relationship. Due to past experience and a lack of trust he held with people. When he started to care for you he found he was scared to, not wanting to lose you one day. But he couldnât deny you after a while. You were to tempting and god did you not give him everything he ever wanted in a partner. He tried to stop his racing thoughts due to not wanting to work himself up.
He tried sleeping, more like sat there with his eyes closed but he got a few minutes in between just laying there. Eventually becoming too restless and going to the watch tower. He knew he should try sleeping more. He would need the energy for the next search but, he couldnât bring himself to rest with you not beside him.
Your POV
You were driving at a moderate pace, not wanting a walker to step in the road and crash into it. However halfway back you felt it staling. When you saw the gas tank was running on empty you knew you would have to walk eventually. But privy to the luck you had with the medication it soon ran out. You saw a bunch of silhouettes farther into the road. Coming straight at you probably due to your headlights. Then the speed you had been maintaining stopped. You pulled the car over to the side as it sputtered to a stop. Locking the doors and turning the car off. Hopefully the herd you saw wasnât to big and you could wait for it to pass. You moved to try and crawl into the back crashing to the floor.
You sat there trying to remain calm and quiet when the sound of hundreds of feet shuffled pass you. Some ran into the car making you jump. This horde was a big one but at least now it wasnât on route to the prison. It felt like ages cramped down between the seats. Your stomach growling at you. What you would do to chug some water. You spaced out looking to the window seeing the occasional shadow pass by outside. Thoughts running through your mind. It suddenly felt like many you had slept a few more hours then you thought. You think it was maybe 3 but then you remembered Benadryl made you fall asleep for at least 12. So the question is, âWas I asleep a whole day?â
When the shuffling an smell of rotten meat had stopped. The silence is what brought you from thought. You would wait some more not wanting to run into strays or have the horde turn around because it heard you. You at least sat up in the back. Looking forward you could see a few slower walkers making their way with the crowd. Waiting and watching them until they were a fair distance you got out. Softly closing the door you walked the opposite to them back to the prison. You had wished the car had a working clock in it to tell you if it was close to dawn. But a hour into walking the sky changed the ever so slight difference of blue.
You were hungry and thirsty so the longer you walked the more exhausted you felt. You stepped into the trees close to the road. Electing to sit down and take a break. You watch the sunrise. The cold breeze seeming to warm a little. Maybe you should have found a coat before leaving that house. Granted you thought youâd be in the car. Staring out to the orange sky. Some emotions washed over you. Having a moment to stop and think finally put you back into having to think of what almost happened. This sunrise you sat watching you almost missed. Not only that but you thought about Daryl a little more. Your relationship was slow, almost like you both were afraid to miss step. You couldnât care about any of that now. You sniffled standing back up. Deciding then and there.
You were going to just love him without restriction.
With such determination, you walked again. Only about 8 more miles left until you get there. The bottom of your feet hurt. You had a pinch in your side. It reminds you of all that ground you used to cover after the farm. Mostly it was driving but there were cases where it was back to walking. Like hunting with Daryl or finding gasoline. Stumbling along the sky was now just blue. Morning birds chirping in trees. You had only walked 3 out of the 8 miles so far. Taking notice that the herd must have cleared a good portion of the walkers because you had yet to see one. You sat down right on the road again. What you would do for some pasta right now. Thought of food making your stomach rumble. Sighing and getting back up again you walked a little slower than you first started. You had to keep going.
You look down to your feet as you walk. A hand pressing into the ache of your side. A distance rumble that wasnât your stomach caught your ear. The closer it came you realize it was someone using the road! You spotted a car in the distance. The green jeep Glenn and Maggie often used. Sighing in relief, the thought of not having to walk another step was a blessing. You put your hands on your hips stopping in place waiting for them to get closer. But what caught your eye was Darylâs bike behind them. A smile plastered on your face. You started laughing, it was a way to release some of the emotion bubbled into you. You give a small wave to the now closer jeep. You knew the moment they spotted you because the car seemed to jerk in surprise. The car rolled to a stop next to you. Daryl seemingly lost in thought only slowing seeing the jeep stopped.
By the time you saw him look up and lock eyes he didnât even let his bike stop fully before jumping off and running to you. You were tired and disheveled looking but oddly so did Daryl. When he reached you he crashed into you lifting you off your feet into an embrace. The cold you had unknowingly gotten used to was replaced by Darylâs warmth. He was breathing at a fast pace while you melted into him. Tears of relief were in your eyes about to fall when Daryl pulled back and kissed you with desperation. Never before have you been kissed in such a way. With so much⊠love. This was new to you both loving another like this. So you returned the kiss with just as much heart. Pulling back for air you both huffed staring at each other. The look in his eyes shock you. Never seeing him on the verge of tears made you actually break into your own. Sobbing and clinging to him in desperation with words flooded out of your mouth, âI love *hiccup* you- so much!â Your exhausted state delaying the flood of emotions. You were on survival mode and it wasnât until feeling safe again that everything hit you.
You felt another hand on your back looking over Darylâs shoulder to see Maggie with tears of her own with a smiling Glenn behind her. The shock and fear replaced by a laugh that unconditionally rolled out of you. Daryl had his head shoved into your neck, you could feel the dampness of his tears on your skin. You both still keeping a tight hold on the other. Glenn was the one to state in disbelief what mostly all of them had thought, âHow the hell you manage to be alive right now is beyond me!â It is what made Daryl pull back to check you for injuryâs. You watch as his face scans you. You pulled a hand away to grab the bottle and EpiPen you found with a smile. Looking down to the more then half gone bottle you gave a sheepish smile, âLuck or a refusal of death, Iâm not to sure.â
A loud growl in your stomach pushed Daryl into gear, âWe gotta get her back.â Itâs the first words youâve heard him say. He was obviously still in protector mode and will fall out of it when he knows youâre ok for real. But you couldnât disagree with going back home, âHow long have I been gone?â You were leaning into Darylâs side, his arm around you while walking to his bike that had fallen over in his rush to see you. He looked down to you sadly moving away with a grunt to lift his bike up, âAlmost two daysâŠâ He moved sitting on his bike and holding out his hand to help you on. Your eyes were wide with shock moving closer to him, âWell shit. So much for thinking it was about 12 hours.â You lifted yourself up behind him on the bike. You noticed he was confused at your words but that gave him even more reason to get you back and checked by Hershel.
You dozed off on the ride back. Clinging to Daryl you just couldnât stop your eyes from wanting to close. You were unaware of how truly malnourished and dehydrated you were. Darylâs hand would slide back and grab your thigh leading you to perk up from being slumped over him. When the prison came into view you sighed in relief leaning your head in between his shoulder blades. It was Carl who pulled open the gate. When Daryl pulled in you could hear Carl screaming your name as he rushed your way. Using Darylâs shoulders to get off you waited for Carl to crash into you. He hadnât show this much emotion since his mom died. You hugged him but eventually pulled back, knocking his hat back in place on his head.
A hand to your back was Darylâs way of trying to pull you inside. Carl saying he needed to stay at the gate for the others. You didnât realize everyone was out looking for you. Getting out of the bright light of outside made you realize just how bad of a headache you had, a sign of dehydration. First person you see is Herschel reading his Bible. His face immediately filling with a smile at the sight of you, you sheepishly returning it. His fusing over you getting the attention of Beth with Judith in arm to come rushing out of the cell block. More people fusing over you was becoming overwhelming. Your body seemingly running on whatever fumes it has left.
A bowl seemingly appearing in front of you snapping you back from space. You didnât even realize you spaced out and you started catching up with Hershel speaking, âYes, but after she eats she should sleep. She needs to eat again in 6 hours. With as many times weâve struggled with food Iâm worried for her internal organs.â You already started eating what was in front of you. It was filled with more meat than youâve had since the farm! It was definitely hitting a spot but you struggled with eating it all. Apparently them looking for you always got them checking places that still hadnât been picked through. You stood up and away from the bowl that was still half full. You grabbed the cup of water from the table and turning to Daryl who had a displeased face. You started walking to the cells,
âCome on grumpy Iâm going to bed, if I eat anymore Iâll end up throwing it up.â
You could hear him quietly following you. It wasnât until you rolled onto the bed with a sigh that you looked over at him. You were confused why you hadnât felt the bed dip but his face had so much to say. The sheet that covered the door was pulled making the room a little darker. He just stood there seeming to not know what to do. âDarylâŠâ you were pressed up to the wall having your arms open trying to lure him to you. He lay on his side looking at you. He was tired you were sure. Sighing you scoot yourself closer to him. Running a hand up his arms got him to talk, âMâ sorry, just in my head.â He pulled an arm to wrap around your waist. He gulped looking at you with eyes that could stab a dagger through your heart.
His hand moving from your waist to your face and holding it there, âI didnât know you were my everything.â You can only look at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly open in shock. Looking on to his glassy eyes while they roamed your being. Sleep was calling you yes⊠but he was basically screaming for you with his eyes. âEverything?â You could only wonder how he felt thinking you were somewhere dead. His fingers move to bring the hair away from your face. Moving your hand to mirror his you looked him dead in the eyes, âI thought I was going to die, the only reason I didnât was because of you.â His eyebrows furrowed so you continued,
âMy last thoughts were of you. I was going to write you a letter and when I empty a school bag near me for something to write on the meds came falling out with it.â
You could feel him take in a big breath to try and steel himself but you inch closer with determination. âThe only reason I tried so hard was to come back to the one thing I had, you.â You give him a quick peck leaning back for him to come hold you closer to him in a tight grip. He mumbled out something while outstretched over you⊠âI love you so much it burns.â That's all it took to drift you into sleep with a smile.
When it comes to 'picking your poison.' Daryl will always go to choose you.
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Boundaries
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~2.6k
Summary: Y/n stands up for her wife, and gets in trouble for it
A/N: We'd all do this, right?
Warnings: angst, slurs, violence, fluff
You hadnât meant for everything to get so out of hand. Honestly, you usually did a much better job of controlling your anger, but it had been a rough week for you, and this asshole had really hit a nerve.Â
Youâd been stuck at the compound all week because the clinic was closed for repairs. The power had gone out suddenly during a surgery last week, and this exposed all kinds of electrical issues that needed to be fixed. Given that this process involved having an entire team of people present and the power to be turned off while they worked, you were getting a paid vacation. This usually wasnât something to sniff at, but the fact that your wife was so busy this week and barely had anytime to see you made it seem like more of a curse than a gift.Â
Youâd spent a lot of time in your rooms because you didnât really feel like navigating the crowds of people downstairs. They all worked for your wife, some in a roundabout way, but that meant that they were involved in some sort of crime that you didnât want to think about. You didnât believe that they cared enough about your presence, or hell even knew who you were, so youâd allowed yourself a daily trip downstairs to frequent your favorite restaurant at lunch.Â
It's not until you make a rather impulsive decision that you realize maybe it would be better if people knew who you were.Â
Downstairs it's hectic as always during lunchtime, even when you go near the tail end, so youâre waiting patiently for your friend Larry to have time to help you. Youâre probably fourth in line, if the group thatâs loud and obnoxious is all together, and you try to block them out by scrolling mindlessly on your phone.Â
âSo what assignment did we get stuck with this time?â
âDamn, Hawk, didnât you pay any attention during the briefing?â
A long silence is the only answer his friend, and you unfortunately, need to know that he most certainly did not. You donât really care to hear what theyâre about to say given how extensive your wifeâs reach is in this city. They could be talking about something as mundane as patrol or as horrifying as murder.
You wish youâd brought your headphones, but theyâre still charging and nothing quite kills the mood like having âbattery lowâ chirp during your favorite songs.Â
You watch with an impatient scowl as the brunette in front of you finally just shrugs before offering his friend a smile that makes your skin crawl.Â
âBarely, I was still thinking about my run-in with the boss.âÂ
This makes you frown but you only get a moment to consider who heâs talking about before another member of their group, a blonde with a bad haircut speaks up with a disbelieving scoff.
âOh, come on, you didnât run into her. You just stared at her like a creep when she walked by.âÂ
âYeah dude, come on, when are you going to let that go?â
Youâve abandoned even the pretense of scrolling through your feed when your suspicions are confirmed a few seconds later. You really wish this creep would just order his food and get out of your sight, but that was obviously unreasonable of you.Â
âItâs hard, man. Come on, donât tell me you donât find Maximoff smokinâ hot.â
Youâd gag if it wouldnât draw their attention, but seriously. Ick. You tell yourself that heâs just some hormonal dude who doesnât have a chance in hell with Wanda. Believing this is made easier by you going to your texts and opening the last conversation you had with your wife which was annoyingly two days ago.
Youâre smiling as you read her response to your latest request for a dog, and you follow dutifully, almost absentmindedly as the line begins to move.Â
âWell, no shit, but sheâs married, and a lesbian right?âÂ
You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing or flat out saying âno shitâ in response. You really should have brought your headphones.
Wanda was dangerously close to running as she left her last meeting to head back to her rooms. She was hoping that the fifteen-minute break she had would be enough to check on you because honestly, she was so sick of not seeing you until she finally managed to call it a night well past your usual bedtime. Usually it wouldnât be so bad, just annoying, but you werenât working this week because of a problem at the clinic, and she wanted to spend time with you. Of course, her busiest week of the year just so happened to fall during your impromptu vacation, so it had honestly been days since sheâd talked to you before the late hours of the night.
She was trying to fix this now, but as she wandered into their private rooms, she realizes you arenât here. The television is off and the bedâs made, but thereâs no note saying where you went. Sheâs not sure why she expected one since she doubted you would think sheâd have time to stop by. Wanda sighs and checks her watch before she decides to try and push it and check downstairs for you. Sheâs well aware of your near obsession with one of the restaurants on the first floor, so she figures if youâre anywhere, itâs there.Â
You were hoping that this brunette, Hawk you think it was, would have a reasonable response to being told that his crush or whatever is married. For once, your normal underestimation of most men, wasnât unfair.Â
Youâre forcing yourself to look at dog pictures when you hear an exaggerated sigh that canât mean anything good.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm sure I could bring her aroundâŠâ
Youâre mid-eyeroll when he says something that makes your blood boil.
âOne way or another.âÂ
âYouâre fucking disgusting.âÂ
You are made aware of the fact that you hadnât said this in your head when the four men turn to stare you down. You resist the urge to flinch and instead you glare at the brunette whoâs crossed too many lines for you to forgive at this point.
You all miss when itâs their turn to order because youâre all too busy glaring at each other. Hawk turns to face you fully and sneers before he takes a step toward you.
âWhat did you just say to me?âÂ
You can feel your frustration growing and itâs certainly surpassed any sense of self-preservation you have at this point. You close the distance so youâre practically standing toe to toe before you repeat what you said, but a little bit louder in case he truly hadnât heard you. Which you sincerely doubt.
âI said, youâre fucking disgusting.âÂ
You ignore all of his friends muttering under their breath and keep your focus on the now glaring brunette. You wonder how stupid youâre being going against someone like him who youâre unlikely to talk sense into. Not to mention its potentially four to one. Maybe two if Larry steps in which you hope he doesnât.Â
âHow about you mind your own fucking business?âÂ
You smile and it surprisingly doesnât fade when he shoves you hard enough to make you take a step back. You donât notice Larryâs caught on to whatâs happening, and you laugh in Hawkâs face before stepping forward like he hadnât even pushed you.Â
âBelieve it or not, dumbass. This is my business.âÂ
You see confusion briefly before it turns into an annoying smugness that makes you want to punch him. You honestly should have left this alone, but youâre in it now, so you either have to back off and run away with your metaphorical tail tucked between your legs orâŠ
âWhat? Are you telling me youâre a dyke too?â
Your smile fades at the slur which unfortunately makes him smile, but you recover quickly before shooting him a saccharine smile.
âFor sure, and as a dyke I can tell you that she would never go for a disgusting piece of shit like you.âÂ
Youâre ready for him this time, so when he reaches out to grab you, you sidestep him before punching him in the face. You wince slightly because damn that hurt, but you immediately curse yourself for turning you back on his friends.Â
Two sets of hands grab you and you faintly hear someone shouting in protest as you face Hawk and his already reddening face. You donât have time to feel smug about it as you try and fail to shake off the duo behind you.Â
âYouâre going to regret that you little bitch.âÂ
He grabs you from his friends and raises his fist to punch you, and youâre about to kick him in the balls when you hear a familiar voice.Â
Wanda had made good time and when she arrives downstairs to see the crowds of people she realizes that she wonât have much time to catch up with you at all. She walks towards the food court and the restaurant that youâd eat at for every meal if you could. She stops in her tracks when she notices what looks like an argument playing out between some people waiting in line.Â
She sees the man behind the counter, someone youâd befriended quickly, scowling and shouting at a group of men who are surroundingâŠ
âHey! Let her go!â
Wanda hurries to close the distance between them and she watches as all of the men except the one with his back to her flinch and immediately step away from you. The brunette whoâs still holding onto you and only seconds away from hitting you, turns to practically snarl at her.
âShe fucking started it, the--!â
He trails off as he finally notices whoâd interrupted them, and he drops you immediately as his eyes widen in horror. Wanda just glares at him as she looks between you and the group of men youâd somehow gotten into an argument with. She considers just letting it go and getting you out of there, but her curiosity gets the best of her.
âOh, and what exactly did she start?âÂ
You wait with bated breath to see what Hawk says about what happened. You truly donât believe heâs dumb enough to admit that heâd been saying such disgusting things about his boss, to her face. That said, fear makes you do dumb things apparently.Â
âShe was butting into our conversation about youââ
He trails off as his eyes widen even further and his friends hiss under their breaths as they continue to take small steps back. One of them even turns around and tries to order something, but Larry just shoots him an incredulous look.
Wanda frowns in confusion and she tilts her head as she regards the sweaty brunette in front of her.
âMe? Why on Earth were you talking about me?âÂ
You canât help yourself and you grumble something thatâs only meant for your wife, but of course they all hear it.Â
âDrooling over you, more like it.â
You watch in awe as Wanda seems to realize what sheâd walked into and makes a decision on how to deal with it in a split second. She glowers at Hawk whoâs the only one of his group thatâs within reach, not that she even needs to grab him to keep him still. Heâs petrified and as still as a statue as Wanda takes a step toward him.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
Wanda could look for his ID badge, but thatâs not nearly as satisfying as having him say it. She only has to wait for a split second before the brunette is mumbling his name just loud enough for you and Wanda to hear. You see your wife consider dragging this out, but like you, she just wants to get out of here.Â
âAlright, Hawkins, hereâs the deal. Iâll be keeping an eye on you. If you step out of line again, youâre gone, understood?âÂ
The brunetteâs fear is dimmed a bit by his anger and confusion at being chastised for participating in an argument that he didnât even start. He doesnât get why youâre not getting into trouble, but Wandaâs happy to fill him in and render him speechless in the process.Â
âAlso, Iâll be reporting this incident to your superior. Sheâll decide your punishment for manhandling my wife.âÂ
Wanda doesnât wait for a response, she doesnât need one, before she reaches out for your hand.Â
âCome on, detka.âÂ
You grab her hand and donât look back as you leave the stunned group in the dust. The only one whoâs not surprised is Larry, but heâs already sending the men away without food. That at least makes you feel better about not getting any either.Â
âNot exactly how I wanted to see you in the daylight for the first time in days.âÂ
Wanda is still practically dragging you toward the elevators, so you canât tell if sheâs upset with you. You donât have to wonder too long though as she offers you a rueful smile before she presses the button and leans against the wall with a sigh.Â
âDefinitely not, but Iâm glad I showed up when I did.âÂ
Itâs your turn to smile and your face heats up in embarrassment as you follow Wanda into the elevator.Â
âYeah, thanks. That got a little out of hand.âÂ
Wanda just hums in acknowledgment as she scans her badge and presses the button for your private floor. She figures she can be a little late to her next meeting given the circumstances. She waits until the doors are shut before turning to you with a frown.
âWhat did he say, Y/n?âÂ
You frown too and just shake your head before deciding that its not even worth repeating. You tell your wife that heâd just said something gross about convincing her to sleep with him. Wandaâs still frowning when you arrive to your floor without food, but sheâs quick to follow you out and into your rooms.
âIâm surprised you said anything.âÂ
You canât blame her for saying this because honestly youâre still surprised too. It wasnât even something new and different that Hawkins had been saying. Youâd heard it before, but for some reason today you just couldnât put up with it. Maybe you were just fed up with male arrogance and his claims about turning your wifeâs head made you want to punch him.Â
You eventually just sigh before you collapse onto the couch and shake your head in defeat.Â
âMe too, Wands, but come on. He called you smokinâ, how cringe is that?âÂ
Wanda surprises you by laughing and it actually makes you smile before you remember youâre supposed to be pouting. You wait until Wanda sits down beside you and reaches out for you wordlessly. You donât hesitate to move closer to her and let her wrap her arms around you. You sigh in relief, happy to be in your wifeâs presence, even if the circumstances that led you here werenât pleasant.Â
âWhat? You donât think Iâm smoking hot?âÂ
You laugh out loud at this and turn so you can face your wife before leaning in to kiss her. You pull away too soon for either of your liking, but you know she likely has things to do, and you donât want to get too distracted.
âYouâre gorgeous, but thatâs only one of the many things I love about you. He was just focused on your looks which despite being what they are isâŠugh.âÂ
Wanda smiles at you and she kisses your forehead before quickly glancing at the clock in the kitchen. She needs to go, and she hates herself for it.Â
âI love you too, detka. I love you for coming to my defense, but maybe next time make sure your odds are a bit better?â
You roll your eyes but still smile as you lay your head against your wifeâs shoulder. You donât care if you only get a few minutes. Youâre going to enjoy the time you have with her for as long as possible.Â
âWill do, Wands.â
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