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ki-yomii · 9 months ago

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➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.4k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; fwb, angst w/ a happy ending, teasing, finger fucking, squirting, praise kink, frottage, dirty talk, pet names, commitment issues, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, dom!jk, idiots in love, misunderstandings ➥ summary | after being stood up one too many times, you realize you're in love with jungkook. and that just won't do. ➥ notes | istg i've re-written this more times than i care to count 💀 enjoy!

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cnt make it 2nite

The text is blunt - biting. No explanation offered, and certainly no false platitudes found in the lifeless string of black letters. Rather simple and straight to the point.

As you should have expected from Jungkook. He wasn’t known for his verbosity, and even less so for his love of texting.

But as you chew the fat of your cheek, reading it over and over again in an attempt to glean some hidden meaning that isn’t there, you admit to yourself - at least privately - there’s no more avoiding the truth.

One that’s been hovering over your shoulder for weeks like a shroud; an unwelcome guest you can’t ignore anymore: Jungkook’s been avoiding you.

It shouldn’t be surprising.

Moreover, it shouldn’t hurt.

There shouldn’t be an ache in your chest every time you see his contact or the plummet of your stomach when that inevitable excuse comes through.

In the end, he owes you nothing. The arrangement between you is casual, just a little fun between good friends.

It still fucking sucks though, you think, sucking your teeth.

Night thoroughly ruined before it’s begun, it’s only a matter of deciding how to respond now. In the past you’ve used a plethora of options, but you’re stumped. Unsure how to correlate the level of hurt to the nature of your not-relationship.

Should you be petty, passive-aggressive, indifferent - or worst of all: honest?

Hah, no way. I’d rather die.

Beside you, the bartender politely averts his gaze and busies himself with polishing a stack of pint glasses. It’s a slow night, and that’s saying something as this bar’s a little hole in the wall.

It’s never overly busy, which is one of the reason’s it’s a favorite meeting spot of yours. The floors might be sticky, but the music’s decent, the strobe lights they kick on after 10 PM aren’t offensive enough to induce a migraine, and the drinks are cheap with a heavy pour.

Watching him work is impressive - and almost distracting enough for you to ignore the needle sharp ache taking root beneath your ribs, the churn of your stomach.

Humiliation burns hot, creeps up your neck to settle into the apples of your cheeks as you’re stood up.

Again.

It isn’t the first time - it won’t be the last.

But it cuts deeper than all the rest combined, harder to shake off. You can’t lie to yourself anymore. The growing distance between you throbs like an open wound, as if Jungkook himself plunged a hand into your chest.

Scooped out any tender, soft thing he could find and left you hollowed out. Drained.

Not taking his flakiness personally used to be so easy. And now… well.

Goddamnit. A palm scrubs over your decolletage roughly to soothe the throb of your heart. What the hell did you expect to happen, getting involved with Jeon Jungkook, huh?

Everything from his stupidly pretty eyes to the dangerous curl of his mouth, the thick soles of his boots to the lapels of his leather jacket scream walking red flag.

Never mind the fact his proclivities are an open secret among the group. He’s never tried to hide his distaste for commitment. Finds it too monotonous. Predictable.

An eternally free soul much preferring to flit from one experience to the next, never shackled down for long. The Icarus of myth made flesh.

He runs through women like he runs through shoes, and you witnessed enough of the ensuing heartbreak and tears to be wary.

But knowing and feeling something are two very different things.

The dichotomy throws you off-kilter and finds you abandoned in a bar, once again, to choke on a regret so bitter you swear it’ll burn a hole through your throat.

What’s going on with me, you think, this is nothing new. He does this all the time.

You used to get on so well.

Any initial misgivings faded away in the face of Jungkook’s blinding attention, his unfaltering kindness lurking just beneath that surface of grit and gravel.

Even after you fuck, he never acts any differently, as casual between the sheets as he is lounging on your couch.

It's been great, it's been enough - until now.

Just the thought of going back to your empty apartment, alone, only to wake up and fall back into Jungkook’s orbit tomorrow when he swings by with a half-assed apology on his lips, and your favorite drink in hand is enough to make your skin crawl.

Stomach twisting itself into knots, everything in you rebels against the sudden cold realization: nothing will change - least of all Jungkook.

He’ll continue to take-take-take.

You'll continue to give-give-give.

On and on you'll go; a distant star orbiting a black hole, losing little bits of itself until there's nothing left.

Then he’ll leave your life as quickly as he entered it, a blurry after-image there and gone in the blink of an eye.

Fuck, I - I can’t do this anymore, you think, a shiver rattling down your spine, Because I…

An errant thought gains teeth, sinks them deep. Refuses to budge as an awful truth - one buried so deep you forgot it was there, ever lurking in the shadows - rises to the forefront of your mind.

And then --

Oh.

It’s because I love him - because I’m in love with him.

Suddenly it hurts to breathe, your lungs burning as you drown on the air itself. The steel band cinching around your ribs threatens to crack you open.

Your heart lurches in your chest, despair following swiftly to settle over your shoulders. Moreover, there is no one to blame except yourself.

Even if you want it to, it will never work out because loving Jungkook is to love the ghost of a long-forgotten memory.

And there are too many hurts to soothe, too many disappointments to name.

I can’t believe I actually -- shit. You swipe a shaky hand over your forehead. When you swallow, a sour taste clings to the back of your tongue. Should’ve known better.

You glance at your phone, the cursor blinking back at you mockingly. Should’ve done a lot of things, I guess.

Now, you're in too deep.

Waiting without ever realizing you began to do so in the first place; a life on pause, surviving off scraps of half-measures and maybe's, what-ifs, and if only's.

Now, it's clear the only way out is through.

The time to let go is here.

You need to muster up some semblance of self, and work to untangle the threads of connection binding you together. You need space to rediscover the pieces of your heart you left with him.

How to live without the taste of his kiss, the clench of his muscles, the thrust of his cock.

A new life sans Jungkook which begins with a simple reply in place of everything you really want to say: ok.

Then you wave the bartender over.

He does you a kindness once more, pretending not to notice the tears brimming along your lower lash line. “You ready to order?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah - sorry, I was…”

His mouth twitches. You waver.

Then the screen of your phone lights up with a notification.

Refusing to look lest you cave, emotions too fresh - scraped raw and tender, you switch on DND and turn it face down where it will remain until you go home.

You're far too fragile (and sober) to think about reading Jungkook’s reply, let alone engage with him in any meaningful way.

“I’ll take a double vodka cranberry.”

Maybe if you get drunk enough, you'll forget about the home he carved in your bones.

Bottoms up, bitch.

w8 nvm guys cnt make it

y/n?

i cn b ovr in 10

???

gn ttyt

hey, sorry. called it early.

wyd?

nothing much. you?

nm running some mtchs

cool, cool. you able to swing by today?

yeh b there in 30 :)

In hindsight, trying to have this conversation with Jungkook face to face isn’t the brightest idea. But if anything, last night showed you every choice you’ve made lately is a disaster waiting to happen.

Your life’s already a mess - and you’re hopelessly in love with a man that’ll never love you back - so what’s another mistake added to a long string of misfortune.

So what if your hands tremble and your stomach churns as you unlock the door to let him in.

So what if he leans in for a kiss and you duck to the side, his lips brushing the slope of your cheek.

So what if he pauses and gives you a long, searching look before toeing off his shoes and offering you the drink he picked up on the way.

It can’t get any worse, right?

Only the hungry, molten mixture of rage and rebellion fueling you thus far fizzles away the minute you see him head towards your bedroom with a wink.

Anguish and despair follows in its wake, nipping at your heels.

This is all you’ll ever be to him, you remind yourself as you step into the room. A fun time. Nothing serious. You have to break it off.

You shoot him a tight smile. “Did you have a good night?”

Jungkook shrugs, glancing around at the decorations littering your dresser. “Nah, not really.” His gaze slides to you, traveling from your head to your bare toes in a slow once over. “I definitely would’ve had a better time with you.”

Swallowing roughly, you rub your hands over your arms and suddenly feel far too naked - exposed in your light summer dress. “Hah,” you intone without humor, awkward and stilted. “Probably not. I was out by 11:30.”

“Mm, that’s not like you.” Jungkook hums, moving forward until he’s right in front of you. His hands reach for you, grabbing your wrists gently. His thumb strokes over your pulse point. “You’re acting weird. Is there something you want to talk about, baby?”

Of course he’d notice.

It would be annoying if it wasn’t so endearing. Jungkook always pays attention to the details, makes leaps of logic based on little more than quiet observations.

You stitch together a chuckle. “Nothing gets past you, huh?”

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins, his lip ring dimpling the swell of his bottom lip. Your chests brush with every inhale, sharing space and breath.

“Nothing,” he agrees.

It’s torture. It’s too intimate.

The glow of your overhead lamp highlights the sweep of his cheekbones, the curl of his lashes as he blinks slow and happy. The barely there impression of his body is too much.

You shrink back, clearing your throat.

“No, don’t do that. Where are you going?”

His eyes, shimmering with warmth, plead with you to stay, his shoulders curving towards you. A large palm settles over your shoulder, sparks igniting wherever he touches.

“Stop hiding. You can talk to me about anything. Come on, I want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Steeling your resolve, you inhale and exhale with a shudder. His expression is open, soft. You know it won’t last, and take a few seconds to commit how he looks in this moment to memory.

For all you know, this will be one of the last times you’ll be this close to him again. At least until you can beat your feelings into submission.

And then you can’t put it off anymore, unable to take the ginger strokes of his fingers. The calming caresses as if he thinks you’re something precious. Quick like ripping off a band-aid, otherwise the words will never get past the bend of your throat.

“I want to stop.”

You catch the way his eyes darken, sharpen in the dim overhead light. He knows exactly what you’re talking about, but his half-smile never falters.

Of course, he refuses to make this easy on you. To acknowledge this is happening. He’s always been a greedy man; wants what he can’t have, and destroys what he does.

“Stop what?” Jungkook says. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, baby.”

“Kook,” you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “You know what I mean. I just - I can’t do,” your voice cracks, a hand motioning to the space between you, “this anymore.”

A vein throbs on the side of his neck, his jaw working in response. Muscles tense and release with every grit of his teeth. He asks, “You gonna tell me why, huh? Or are you just going to ditch me and act like it didn’t mean something?”

“Kook…”

There’s a certain grief that can’t be spoken, gnarled roots burrowing deep in your chest. A sense of loss so keenly felt it almost steals your breath.

You wish this wasn’t happening, you wish you could take it all back but this pantomime of a relationship isn’t fair to you. Not anymore. And you knew this conversation wouldn’t be fun, but Jungkook’s staunch denial still manages to surprise you.

“It didn’t mean anything though,” you say.

At least, not to you, you think. To me, it meant the world.

-- And that’s the problem.

You need to stop whatever this is between you from building. He’s already shown he doesn’t share your desire for more in a multitude of ways. He’s been avoiding you for a reason, whether he was consciously aware of your feelings or not.

Undoubtedly, you trust him with your life but not your heart.

As sweet as he is, has been, he won’t treat it gently. Not through any intentional ill-will but because he can’t contain his own commitment issues let alone make room for yours.

It’s better this way.

Let what you have - had - stay a memory unmarred by the ugliness of your hurt feelings and bitter disappointments.

Jungkook’s shoulders draw up towards his ears, his gaze glacial as his hands slide away from you. “Is there a reason you’re done with me now?”

Shadows lurk in the depths of his eyes, his lips curled into a cruel smirk. Everything about him looks weighted down.

“Well, is there? I mean, shit, I think I’ve earned an answer after all the time we spent together.”

Your heart breaks for him, everything in you calling out to close the gap and offer him comfort. But you can’t. You don’t trust yourself to touch him without wanting more than your heart can bear.

“I’m not done with you,” you say. “I would never do that to you, Kook. I just - I can’t be with you like that anymore, that’s all. I need space but I’ll still be around, I promise.”

The glare he shoots your way freezes the blood in your veins. “Cut the bullshit,” he snarls. “Tell.me.why.”

You avert your gaze, arms wrapping around your chest. “Why does that - I -”

You only had one rule at the very beginning of this mess: if there’s someone you’re serious about, you stop fucking. It comes as a handy lie - a believable excuse that’ll stop any further questioning.

You don’t think you have the fortitude if Jungkook keeps pressing you, cracking under the weight of your grief and the anger in his eyes like fine china.

“I think I - I think I want to start looking for a boyfriend again.”

An expression flashes across his face, there and gone in the blink of an eye. But there’s no doubt he recognizes it for the goodbye it’s supposed to be.

This is it, you think.

You can put what you had to rest and move on, a memory on a shelf you’ll dust off years down the line when the hurt isn’t so prevalent. And hopefully, with time, you can relearn how to be friends.

Though the strange gleam to his eyes sends a prickle of apprehension down your spine, and then you find yourself being manhandled as he snaps forward like a snake coiled to strike.

Air flees your lungs as Jungkook shoves you with a firm palm, your feet stumbling over themselves as you trip backwards into your bed frame.

Wood knocks into the backs of your knees, and you fold like a stack of cards. The sheets puff out around you, the scent of your laundry detergent tickling your nose.

You blink at the textured ceiling, mouth agape as you try to process what happened.

The empty space above you doesn’t stay vacant, Jungkook quickly crowding you into the mattress with his weight as he settles over top of your body.

He molds himself to your front, his firm hips slotting themselves between your thighs. Broad palms, warm and calloused, skim your sides and ruck up the skirt of your dress as he reaches under you to grip the soft globes of your ass.

He yanks you into him, your pelvises slotting together. You whine before you can stop yourself, eyes fluttering shut at the heat of his body.

Teeth scrape along the delicate skin of your neck, the sharp pricks of pleasure-pain coaxing a shiver down your spine.

Lips brush the shell of your ear, his minty breath puffing against the side of your face as he speaks, low and husky, “So that’s it, huh?”

“What--!”

Teeth nip your earlobe, and you wince.

“My girl thinks she’s going to leave me for someone else?” Jungkook snorts. “Like I’d ever let that fucking happen.”

“I’m not your girl.”

You squirm, a bolt of awareness slicing through you as your body responds to his proximity, the weight of him over you electrifying. Liquid desire blooms behind your navel, uncomfortable and unwelcome.

“I never was.”

Blunt nails dig into the fat of your ass, and a cruel mouth latches onto the corner of your jaw. “Ah, is that right?” Jungkook asks, the rumble of his voice vibrating through your torso, your nipples tightening as they drag over the plains of his chest. “You’re not my girl?”

You swallow, and ignore the throb of your clit as the line of his cock ruts into you. “I’m not your girl, Jungkook.”

“If you’re not my girl,” he grinds into the cradle of your hips, teasing - taunting, “then why the fuck are you so wet?”

Keening, you twitch, involuntarily rocking up into the firm pressure of his shaft. The angle’s just right, spreading your folds beneath the thin cotton of your panties and giving your neglected clit the perfect stimulation.

Exposing your soaked core to the chill of your room as your body warms with mortification.

Jungkook hums in approval, giving the side of your neck a sloppy kiss followed by a stinging nip. “You think some nobody can fuck you better than me?”

“That’s not what I - ffuck!”

Heat pools low in your belly, blood pumping fast. You’re steadily losing control, the aborted rolls of your hips increasing in frequency.

“Answer me.”

A sharp burst of copper floods your mouth, your skin splitting open with how hard you’re chewing on it. Blood clings to the swell of your bottom lip, a ruby red bead you lick away with a nervous tongue.

Sweat dappled your brow, and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the molten desire curdling your stomach.

The softness of your body knows the hardness of his, every curve has a matching divot. The heady, pleasant scent of his cologne floods your lungs with every stuttered inhale.

Your senses are overwhelmed as he surrounds you.

“Shit, Kook, please,” you plead, hands tangling in the sheets by your head.

You’re not sure what you’re asking for but at the same time, you’re not sure how you ended up here. Again.

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

This was supposed to be an amenable end to a dubious affair. It’s anything but.

“I want you to tell me who your cunt belongs to.”

Fingers inch down to tease along the soft flesh of your inner thighs, and play with the elastic of your panties.

You tremble, gooseflesh dimpling the exposed skin of your arms as knuckles brush over the length of your soaked pussy.

Your clit pulses, the pressure enough to tease.

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook coaxes, working his way beneath the fabric clinging to your core, “tell me you’re my girl.”

His cock nestles into the crook of your hip, hot and heavy through his jeans as a darkened patch blooms across the denim crotch. The sticky wetness of his pre-cum smearing into your skin as arousal swells, crashing over you.

Leaving you a whimpering, trembling mess in the cage of his arms.

“You just have to say it - say you’re my girl and I’ll be so, so good to you.” His breath warms the shell of your ear. “All you have to do is say it, and I’ll make you cum so hard you see stars.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to cobble together a response, sliding a thick finger through your sticky folds and into your needy pussy just as your lips part.

All words leave you, your mind wiped clean as a low, broken cry echoes out into the room. Swallowed up by the sounds of city life outside your apartment as he works to stretch you open.

You clamp down at the sudden fullness, walls tight and fluttering around his finger like they would be around his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You always feel so soft and wet.”

Whining in agreement, you give up any pretense of resistance, letting primal desire chase away the despair, the guilt that threatens to choke you. Wiping your mind clean of any thoughts until the only thing that remains is the thrust of his fingers and the ache in your cunt.

Your hands slip, scrambling for purchase with sweaty palms. “J-Jungkook!”

Your knees tremble where they dig into his sides, air rushing from you in heavy pants as the space between your bodies heats up. You know you won’t last long, already hanging on the edge.

Never in a million years did you expect to be so turned on by Jungkook’s rough behavior. He usually treats you like something delicate.

Though he holds no such compunction now, raw in his desperate desire to make you cum.

Jungkook peppers kisses onto whatever skin he can reach, spreading your thighs wider with his torso. His knuckles strain against the fabric of your panties, stretching out the cotton and ruining them forevermore as he slips another finger into you.

Then his dark head bows, catching your gaze, and he says, “Hold on.”

Barely seconds after you anchor yourself to his shoulders, he starts finger fucking you to within an inch of your life. His forearm ripples with strength, the movements of his fingers pressing and rubbing against all the right spots. Curling up to massage at your g-spot until you’re shaking beneath him with hitched breaths.

“Shit, shit,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as your toes flex against his side, “Kook, baby, please don’t stop.”

He huffs a laugh, dark and amused. “Wouldn’t ever do that to you, baby.”

“S’good - I - I’m close.”

You sob, tears brimming along your lash line. The sloppy sounds of him fucking your pussy ring in your ears, as embarrassing as it is arousing. He’s making you gush, slick wetting your inner thighs, dribbling down your ass to stain the sheets.

“So close, gonna - hnnng - gonna cum.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that, baby. Give me that squirt.”

You shake your head. “I can’t - I can’t!”

If you could, you’d suspend time so this moment never ends. The finality of your arrangement hovering just on the other side of pleasure.

In the back of your mind, you know Jungkook’s only behaving this way because he’s jealous. Angry. He doesn’t mean it, and this is a mistake.

It’ll only hurt you in the long run but you’ll take what you can get.

After all, this is the last time you’ll be together like this.

“No,” he shushes, dropping a kiss to your sweaty brow, “No, don’t lie. I know you can. I’ll make you.”

There’s no escape.

He refuses to let you escape, using his weight to keep you pinned as he spreads his fingers open inside you, twisting and fucking so deep you feel a twinge behind your navel.

And then you’re right there, crashing over the edge as the bubble of pleasure bursts, crackling through your limbs.

You cum harder than you ever have before. Nails sinking into his shoulders with a hiss as a wounded, broken wail scrapes its way out of your throat.

Your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deeper as a rush of cum gushes from you in spurts. Your ears ring with white noise, and you’re vaguely aware of the fact your hands have gone numb.

For several long moments, you float with a head full of cotton, only rejoining the atmosphere when warmth dribbles down your ass in sticky rivulets of squirt.

Jungkook’s arm is curled around your waist, holding you close as his nose nuzzles into the side of your head. Tender lips dust kisses over your crown. His cock is still a heavy weight digging into your hip but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to relieve himself.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, a wave of fatigue crashing over you. Your eyes sting when you close them, a lump building in your throat. You ache all over pleasantly, satisfaction settling deep into your bones. In spite of that, a rift opens in your heart. “Jungkook, I--”

He kisses your shoulder, shushing you. “Don’t ruin it. Just let me hold you for a little while longer… please.”

The tears are almost impossible to stop. “It’s already hard enough, don’t make me -- I can’t just…”

Jungkook squeezes you gently. “I love you,” he says, “but I swear to god you can be so stupid sometimes.”

You jolt, eyes swinging up to meet his, wide and disbelieving. “What did you just - I - I don’t. ..Jungkook?”

“How could I not feel the same?” he asks, tone resigned and wary. “Honestly scared the shit out of me when I realized because, well, y’know I don’t have the best track record.” He averts his gaze, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I almost fucked everything up too, but Namjoonie-hyung helped me get my head on straight.”

Something unfurls in your chest, and you feel as light as air. Ridiculously buoyant with happiness. Hope.

Oh, how stupid.

“We’re kind of idiots, aren’t we?” you ask, sniffling as you shoot him a watery smile. “Like… the biggest.”

Jungkook hums in agreement, a boyish gleam to his eyes. “I mean, you said it. Not me.”

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taraa-dactyl · 2 years ago

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𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘

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A/N -> Horny on main for this mf, heads up idk how to write steamy scenes and this is slightly unedited because im writing this at 5am.

Pairing -> Jake Sully x f!Reader

Summary -> Set during the events of Avatar (2009) Jake Sully is your escort through the forest as you complete fieldwork, he unknowingly comes into contact with a potent plant that causes ruts in Na’vi.

Warnings -> nsfw, p in v, cunnilingus, sex pollen, not enemies to lovers but nuisance to lovers, Na’vi!Jake x Human reader, ruts. MDNI

word count -> 2.6K

You’d been swamped since your return back to work, taking two weeks for yourself was definitely worth it to protect your sanity and reduce the chances of a burn out. However, now in an attempt to make up for the work you had missed you found yourself working late nights and early mornings, nose practically pressed to your tablet as you wrote up papers on your samples.

You were finally given the green light to complete your own fieldwork on the condition that you had an escort with you at all times, most commonly an avatar driver. Norm was good company because you were able to bond over your mutual passion for science and the Na’vi culture. You did tend to grow exasperated when he monitored and micromanaged your work, committed to doing your work by the book, rules set by the RDA.

Grace was way too busy to babysit you as you picked and trifled different plants and herbs, when she could be connecting with the Omatikayan people. Which left you with Jake, the perfect candidate as he was not only an avatar driver but also had a military background.

It wasn’t that the two of you didn’t get along but you tended to butt heads over your work, he didn’t understand why your field of research was botany when scientists could be better utilised studying and researching the Omatikaya, clearly a connection and new respect for the people had formed since training with Neytiri.

Obviously he had no room to talk as he wasn’t even a scientist but that didn’t prevent him from voicing his opinions, which was definitely exacerbated by Grace and Norm’s allegiance to you.

Which brought you to this, trudging through the forest following the map downloaded on your tablet with a disgruntled ten foot tall Jake grumpily following behind you, muttering to himself about how he clearly knew more about the Na’vi because of his connection with the clan, despite you having years of training and study before you were allowed to go on the mission. Egotistical asshole.

There was no arguing with Jake because it seemed like no matter what you said to him to defend yourself was met with laughter, clearly enjoying riling you up and getting a reaction out of you. Skxáwng didn’t feel like a strong enough word for him.

“Are you nearly done, I need to check in with Grace before I go train with Neytiri. We’ve been out here for nearly an hour, surely you have everything you need by now.” He’s borderline whining as he playfully swats overhanging leaves out of his way.

“Calm your damn tits, I’m nearly done, it just takes a while to actually extract the samples.” You huff out with a roll of your eyes.

“Ugh I don’t have time for this, I’m supposed to go hunting with some of the warriors today.” His whining is endless, you think to yourself.

You attempt to stifle your anger with a sharp inhale.

“You are more than welcome to leave, so I can get this done in peace. Besides, Hell’s Gate is nearby.”

“Mmm, actually I can’t. In case you haven’t noticed Grace will have me by the balls if I just leave you out here. Also you’re practically defenceless out here.” His patronising ends with a snort.

Unimpressed, you side eye him. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, you may have an Avatar body but you're still human underneath that.” He doesn’t want to admit that it causes a pang within him.

He doesn’t respond, just walks past you to lead the way, pulling a rather large branch out of the way, waiting for you to walk through.

You finally set your equipment at the base of a tree where unruly moss sprouts and prepare your tools to harvest it.

Jake continues to babble on behind you voicing his dissatisfaction and urges you to hurry up. You ignore the grunt he lets out when he sags to the floor, which soon turns to exaggerated sighing. You’re so focused on your work that you don’t notice when he runs his fingers over the plants around him with abandon. A patch of cerulean blue growths hidden from your view when you first walked into the clearing are the first thing he touches, enjoying the texture on his fingers as he picks at it and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger.

You only pull out of the trance that you find yourself in when focusing when his sighing ceases, the sudden silence a forewarning.

Jake stifles the urge to burst out laughing when he sees the size of your widened eyes, almost bursting out of their sockets.

“What? I’m letting you focus.” The blue coats his fingers now.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god what?” His prominent eyebrows knit together.

“Oh my god.”

He’s alarmed now. “Can you say anything other than oh my god?”

“Jake those are microspores, why would you touch a random plant?” Your voice is a whisper as you stare at him in disbelief.

“Eh it’s fine, it’s just a random plant.” He shrugs.

“No! It’s not fine, that random plant has spores on it that can trigger Na’vi ruts!” You exclaim, thumb and forefingers pinched together as you enunciate each word. His understanding of the situation dawns on him.

“You mean- like the horny animal thing?” Not how you would describe it but you nod anyway.

You voice your thoughts as they run through your mind. “Okay, okay, I’ll take you to Grace-no what could she possibly do? Maybe the Tsahik or healers, surely they have a treatment to prevent it. Ok, yes.” You nod in finality.

Your tools are swiftly packed away as you usher Jake towards Hometree with urgency. He follows you blindly as you drag him by the forearm, he’s careful to slow his steps so he doesn’t bump into you.

You find yourselves jogging through the forest with abandon, no longer attempting to clear branches and debris from the path. Jake’s steps begin to slow as you’re about halfway to Hometree and you glance back in confusion.

“I don’t think you understand the severity of your predicament, we have to get you to the Tsahik before it kicks in.” You tug on his arm in an attempt to get him moving again. When you turn to face him, his large chest is heaving in an attempt to get enough air to his lungs.

He licks his lips and breaks it to you with a shaky sigh, “I- I won’t get there in time, listen to me closely I need you to get to the Tsahik and tell her what is happening, tell her I sent you and ask for an escort back to Hell’s Gate.”

“What! No, c’mon we’re almost there.” Your confusion is palpable.

He says your name to gather your attention. “If you don’t leave now, I won’t be able to control myself…around you.” He’s hesitant to add the end of the sentence.

You don’t budge, mind already made up.

“Jake, I’m not leaving you. we’ll work something out, surely a hunter or someone wandering will find us.” You’re urging him to go along with you.

His lips part and quiver as he finds the words to say. “I’m…out of time, it’s starting. If you don’t go now I will not be able to restrain myself.”

You double down on your stance and come to a decision, “Fine, then don’t, because I’m not leaving.” You hold eye contact in the hopes he will understand your meaning. Thankfully he does.

He attempts to say something but quickly abandons it, bending at the waist to pull you close to him, chests flush together. His glazed eyes stare into yours hazy with lust, a final questioning for permission. A searing and hungry kiss is all he needs before his palm grasps your jaw, in an effort to deepen the kiss. Your lips part, his tongue enters and you’re hyper aware of your shared breaths mingling and intertwining with one and other.

You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly you feel the effects of Jake in your senses, his masculine scent invades your nose, comforting and enticing all at once. You’re almost dizzy from his strong chest and muscled arms pulling you as close as possible. Weak knees force you to rely on him to hold you up and keep you from toppling over, surrendering to his hold. You’re thankful you can’t form Tsaheylu because he would feel the immediate reaction the stimulation has on you, nipples swelling and pressing against the thin material of your shirt, a slick wetness growing between your folds.

He’s hesitant to pull apart from the kiss, finally concedes and forces the words out. “This is not how I wanted to do this. I wanted to take you out, wanted to take care of you.” He’s distracted by your lips, his breaths puff against your swollen lips. You glance up at him in confusion but let the thought go when he delves back into you.

He cups your cheeks gently as he plants all the passion and lust he’s clouded with onto you. You're forced to hold onto the backs of his hands as he walks you backwards till you’re leaving against the smooth bark of a tree.

Now that you have some stability he parts from your body, planting kisses down the slopes of your face arriving at the innermost sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses, nips and suckles causing your eyes to fall shut once again and you can’t control the breathy gasps and quiet moans that escape through your parted lips.

Your head thumps back against the bark resulting in Jake’s new focus being your heaving breasts, that he has to admit look enticing. He abandons his task and is quick to grope at them before giving up and scrambling to pull the hem of your cotton shirt up and over your head. The folds of your skin and weight of your breasts jostle, he takes a moment to take in your form in all of its glory. Soft and delicate in comparison to his hardened warrior physique.

His plump lips attach to your perked nipple, sucking and licking over and over until the sensitivity takes a hold of you, producing a moan from you. You want to smack him when you feel his lips quirk into a smirk, instead settling on running through the long tresses of his hair, groping and palming his queue. He whimpers, and now it’s your turn to smirk. Large hands trace down your ribs then stomach, kneading and pushing into the skin.

He pulls away from you, swiftly dropping to his knees, now level with your crotch. He looks up at you sending you a comforting smile that turns cheeky when he slides his hands around and gives your ass a squeeze. You blush and can’t suppress the shy smile that takes over your features.

You want to laugh and simultaneously aw while he scrambles to untie your boots and slide them off your feet.

All his focus is put on pulling your belt open and popping the button of your tactical pants, promptly sliding them and your underwear down your legs and holding the backs of each calf as you step out of them.

Finally bare in front of him, he places a wet kiss to the space above your mound and slinks down to lick up your slit, lapping up and down before finally landing where you want him. Darting his tongue in fast circles on your clit and sucking softly which changes pace every so often. He continues on the seconds trickling into minutes before finally pulling away, your slick stringing from his lips. He goes back to pepper a few more kisses along your pussy, before pulling away again with a shake of his head.

“No, I’m going to have you around my cock when you cum.” There’s no room for argument when he pulls at you and moulds you into the position he wants. Your back is pressed into the forest floor, legs pulled apart and bent. His patience wears thin and is apparent when he pulls roughly at the ties of his loincloth, removing the offending material. He spreads the sticky fluid around the tip of his cock and pumps it, hips stuttering into his fist.

You’re entranced by the stripped pattern around his member, large and pulsating and prepare yourself.

The spores have full control of him now desperation and lust all culminating in him yanking you further closer to him by your thighs, he finally has you where he wants you. He slides his cock against your sticky folds, grinding on you before pulling back and aligning his head with your entrance.

As he pushes in slowly, careful to not hurt you, the stretch is delicious pulling a loud high-pitched moan from deep within you. Heat flares all over your body, your eyes close in ecstasy as he pushes further and further into your wet heat. When he bottoms out and your clit is flush with his skin you take in a breath in an attempt to compose yourself.

Slow pumps in and out give away, he’s unstoppable now, a brutal place that reminds you he’s under the effect of this carnal rut. He burrows into your neck placing more kisses across your glistening skin.

A resounding wet pap occurs every time he pushes back in, slick and sweat coats both of your skin, blending together, and you don’t know where he ends and you begin. He’s everything you’ve ever known and all you want, there are no words to describe the passion and connection you feel, undoubtedly reciprocated by him.

Grunts and moans echo throughout the immense forest, pure pleasure and fulfilment between the two of you. You’re hiding your face in his neck, it does nothing to muffle your moans and unrelenting gasps.

You both make the steady climb to the apex of your orgasms, pleasure building steadily in the pit of your stomach as he hits the soft spot deep in you over and over, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

He reads you so easily. “I’m not pulling out.” There’s no room for argument, though realistically you don’t have one.

All you can do is nod against him as you stammer out that you’re close.

You finally reach your peak, pulsing and clenching around his cock, somehow more slick runs down his length and a long drawn out moan is inescapable. You look up at him wanting to memorise the lines and groves of his face, the white dots and freckles spread across the bridge of his nose. He stares deep into your glassy eyes and lets out a stuttering breath, eyebrows raising when he joins you at the peak.

Warmth spreads within you as his hips stutter against you, gasping breaths intermingling, enjoying the remnants of the shared orgasm.

When you both stop grinding and moving against one another's body, you remain like that, coiled within each other soaking up the aftermath. When he’s ready to move, he pulls out with a final deep groan, potent seed slowly dripping out of your sensitive cunt and trickles down to your puckered asshole.

“Beautiful.” He mutters with appreciation.

You untangle from one another and he shapes your malleable form onto your side and settles behind you, face nestling into your neck, sweat cooling. You both lie there in the afterglow, clouded with pleasure and slight surprise about what just occurred. He places another kiss to the notch at the back of your neck, sighing in content.

After a couple of minutes lying there basking in the exaltation, you break the silence.

“What did you mean this isn’t how you wanted it to go?”

The haze of his rut has subsided, and he’s finally able to conceive a coherent thought. He chuckles before answering, “I was gonna wine and dine you, that is when I could grow up and stop annoying you.”

“I’m definitely a lot less annoyed with you now.”

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ghostaholics · 2 years ago

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SUMMARY: Ghost doesn't tolerate bad behavior. PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!Reader (drabble) WARNING(S): illicit relationship & power imbalance; dom/sub vibes (brattiness); this is not that fleshed out but I think their background is enemies-to-lovers; fingering; ruined orgasm, but he makes it all better, sorta; oral sex (receiving) A/N: this is OOC but I still wrote it anyway because my mind would just not shut the fuck up W/C: 2.1k

HE HOLDS YOU THE SAME WAY HE HOLDS HIS GUN – with all the confidence that he can take you apart and put you back together again like it’s muscle memory.

It's not pride. It's just fact.

He wants to know the inner-workings of your brain. He wants to know what makes you tick. Hell, all he wants to know is what it's like to be inside of you.

He’s still wearing his clothes – jacket, trousers, and boots – everything down to the signature gloves and the fabric balaclava that masks his face.

You, in turn, have nothing. It’s a very unfair playing field – one that you hope to level soon. But Ghost has always been mountains above you even before the current circumstances; you've never turned down a challenge, though.

"Maybe..." he says, musingly as he stands at the foot of his bed, "I won't let you come."

It's a taunt, one that you happily indulge.

You wet your lips in anticipation. You're excited – hungry for it. Back and forth. Pressing his buttons, and in return, learning your place under his direction. A provocation to take up with the same kind of resolve you'd had when the rules said that you couldn't do it because he's your superior, your Lieutenant – it swells inside you, profuse – fills you up to the brim.

(Illicit. A violation of boundaries. Conflict of interest.)

But look at where you are now. You’ve managed to fucking do it.

It's so overwhelming that you can't possibly stop the next words that you fire back, like loaded bullets, full metal jackets shooting off at the mouth: "Maybe you just can't make me."

Ghost seizes you by the throat – hand so big it engulfs your lower jaw too; sick with power, the thought infects him like an all-consuming disease: he could crush your windpipe if he wanted to. It’d be so easy. Apply pressure. But only enough to provoke a sharp intake of breath. (You can take it.) "God, the fuckin' mouth on you," he growls.

Your voice, breathless under the force of his hand and far too flirtatious for your own good: "I can show you what else it can do." A shameless smile stretches over your mouth as if he doesn't have a noose around your neck – a palm instead of rope but equally as unforgiving.

His eyes burn holes into you. They smolder. And his temper? He's fuming. Underneath the surface, but raging all the same, make no mistake. There are a lot of things he’d like to do to you that would wipe the grin clean off your face and scrub the insubordination from your brain. "Think I’d rather take an apology, first."

"Oh," you lament around a pout. "You'll be waiting a long time before you hear one out of me."

The answer is an act of arson; it reeks of gasoline. Octane. It’s a fuel that you douse onto ever-growing flames. Scorched earth policy, like you want to sit back and watch the world go up in smoke, embers and all.

"Trust me,” he says, shucking his gloves off –doesn't want to get them dirty with your recklessness. (At least he can wash this sin from his hands later.) “You’ll feel sorry by the time I’m through with you.”

So how far can you push him? Turns out, a lot. More than you’d anticipated, actually, because earlier:

“Don’t test me.” “Why?” “You won’t want to find out.” “I think I do.”

His fingers brutally stuff your cunt, and your walls eagerly accommodate the stretch around the width of him. An uninhibited moan wretches itself from your throat at the intrusion. You clamp onto his arm instinctively for purchase. He's got you filled to capacity.

"You're so tight," he murmurs, feeling around for a bit, searching for – there it is. He hits that little spongy spot inside, and he knows he's got you. His digits slide through your hot core in that come-hither motion, and he's enticed by the way your body convulses at his discovery. He's addicted to the sensation, already knows he'll never be able to find anything else that gives him a high as good as this – that he'll never be able to quit you. Perfect, so perfect. The craving is bad, like he's been stabbed full of needles and shot up with something that he knows will have him hooked forever.

You rut down, hips canting as you fuck yourself down on his fingers, meeting him thrust-for-thrust because you're just that needy for it.

He collects every moan like it’s payment, and after the defiance you've been throwing his way, it's the least that you owe him.

And—

He doesn't need to do it – you're already soaked. But he fucking spits on your pussy anyway. Yeah, that’s good. So bloody fucking good. He watches it mix with your arousal. Slickness, everywhere. It leaks out of your puffy folds, juices running down to the juncture of his wrist where his tattoos start – floods the gaps in between the ink of his sleeve. He's aching for more.

Filthy. Filthy. Filthy.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch the sight. It's lewd. You nearly collapse on the spot.

But still, you capture his wrist, nails sinking into his flesh as he continues to pump in and out of your sopping cunt. You’re so wet, it’s almost embarrassing. You don’t want him to stop. You have to keep him there forever. "I'm close," you croak out. "I'm—"

"Gonna come now?"

A familiar wave of heat starts to crest within you. "God, yes." It surges, rises hard and rises fast. The feeling is blinding.

"That's it," he says around a low rumble of approval. "Give it to me."

It's the final tipping point to send you over the edge – no return. Euphoria is within sights. You're flying to a climax and it's right there, so close you can almost touch it and—

He snatches his fingers away.

You come around nothing.

You're yanked back into a cold and disappointing reality. It's disorienting. The heat fizzles out so fast it’s like a bonfire during a downpour.

That ecstasy that had been building up passes through you like a phantom. It's just gone. Goddamn it.

"No, no, no! Fuck, Ghost! What the fuck?"

You didn't finish. You didn't get to the end, because he took it from you and snuffed the life out of it with no remorse.

It's what he does best.

You're drowning in your own bitter rage, reeling between riptides of ire and violence. The feeling is highwater. You want to commit atrocities against this man.

He draws his fingers into his mouth, mask pulled up for a fraction before he sucks, eyes lazily flicking over to you – you’re the picture of red-hot anger and burning insolence. Deep satisfaction settles in his bones. He lowers the balaclava back to where it was. "You taste sweet," he comments, almost absentmindedly. "Shame the personality doesn't match."

You're seething, a temper bristling with unfathomable resentment. "You're so fucking mean."

"Hate me all you want, love. We both know whose cock you get wet for at the end of the day. You wouldn't be here otherwise."

He calls you the term of endearment as if he cares. You aren't stupid. That’s not what this is. His tone is laced with derision.

"Unbelievable," you mutter. "I'm gonna have you court-martialed for being such an asshole."

He chuckles darkly. "Let's try this again."

The first day he met you: Your file, in big bold letters with an extensive skillset, and one section that stood out to him: INTERROGATION. Everything redacted. "How good are you?"– he'd asked. "That's classified, sir. But all you really need to be worried about is that I know how to make people talk." Smartass.

"I wanna... oh, God. Let me come. I want it, need it," you moan. He's been continuing his onslaught for too long, and you can't handle it.

"Where'd all the attitude go, huh, love?"

The whimper is high in your throat. "Please."

"The begging's a nice touch. Unfortunately, it won't save you now. I’m already fresh out of fucks.”

“Simon—”

He wouldn’t call you a whore, but that’s exactly what you sound like.

Your composure snaps.

"I'm sorry," you gasp, wrecked.

Finally.

His voice is devastating – a sawtoothed-edge that threatens to tear you apart. "Done playing games?"

It sends cracks throughout your fortitude – fractures spidering along your backbone. It’s a thousand splintered fragments.

Something in you shatters. It feels a lot like your self-respect.

“Yes, sir.”

This is rock bottom, a callous reminder of where the two of you stand. You despise using his title now more than you do out on the field.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “thought so.”

He kneels in between your legs, has your thighs wrenched open between the sheer size of his bulky shoulders. Simon lifts the edge of his mask up to settle onto the bridge of his nose, just to expose the bottom half of his face – sharp contour, a determined set to his stubbled jaw. It’s not all of him, but it’s enough. Simon’s mouth is on you in no time flat. It's not something he'll admit, but he’s starving for this. Ravenous – a carnal appetite. He wants his fill. Lust gnaws at his gut; it bites away at his resolve.

"Tastes so good," he grunts, sending vibrations rocking through you. His tongue laves over your clit, your entrance, lapping it up, taking what he wants. "Anyone ever tell you how much of a brat you are?" he asks, voice like gravel.

"Christ, shut up," you mumble pathetically.

Simon sinks his teeth into the side of your thigh to show his displeasure before turning his attention back to the task at hand. He's amused at the way you curse at him for being a bastard. More passes at your clit that make you tremor under him – he could get drunk off of this. It sends a nice buzz to his head better than his favorite whiskey.

His tongue is wet and soft, dipping between your engorged folds and making the nastiest noises. He's licking his way into your cunt. "Fuck." Again and again, using his mouth to rip those pretty sounds from you – the moans and everything, he'll drink it all up.

He adds his fingers back to the foray, knuckle deep. A high-pitched whine leaves you, cresting into another low moan as you adjust around the familiar feeling of the heavy and thick drag of his fingers through you; it almost makes him come, untouched.

"Ah, Simon," you whimper.

He lifts his head, chin drenched. There's a glossy sheen to his lips. Thoroughly wet. So much. You can feel it pooling under your ass, too. The sheets are saturated. That's all you. "I'll let you come this time," he rasps, sounding just as bad as you.

And at that, you don't care. Nothing else matters anymore.

You chase the high, white-hot pleasure mounting to a fever pitch. It strikes somewhere deep inside you. Blinding ecstasy swallows you whole. It’s cataclysmic. Bliss surges through your veins. “Oh, fuck me,” you choke out, arching off the bed. Your body's wracked with spasms. It's the hardest you've ever come in your life, and you hate that he's the reason for it.

Beginning and end — everything in between, and all at once — he's there. Simon continues, even after you ride out the rest of the orgasm, working you through the entirety of it – a mercy that he grants you for your earlier penitence until you're spent and oversensitive. It's charity. He's just that generous.

"Fuckin'... just drippin' all over my fingers," he growls, "can't wait to see what kind of a mess you make on my cock. I'm gonna ruin you."

"Yeah?" you say, in between shuddering breaths.

"Mm."

You've gotten what you wanted from him already, so a vain attempt to save face: "Do your worst."

The switch is instant. His eyes flash to yours in warning. "How many times am I gonna have to prove you wrong today?"

That same smile again, the one that spells trouble – it's what started this in the first place. “However long it takes until you make me cry, maybe.”

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thechaoticdruid · 11 months ago

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[The Monster Hunter]

Plot: Another draft from my abandoned long fic. It takes place right before [The Bite Scene]. Basically, it's the encounter between Astarion and Gandrel rewritten to feature my Tav, Winnie. Just thought I'd share it.

C/w: Death, dead animal, Astarion being a bigot, Astarion being a manipulative little shit, dialogue straight outta the game. A wee bit of blood.

Truth be told it was hard to remember how any of this happened. One moment Winnie was on the streets of Baldur's Gate searching for her friend Arva after she and the other members of their gang had gone missing and the next the human was kidnapped by tentacle faced freaks, and infected with a brain worm before crashing from the sky in an alien spaceship. It's been a complete and utter nightmare and the only saving grace would be the fact that She'd been able to make some allies in the process.

"Dead pig. Yep that pig is dead." Winnie called out, her fuchsia colored eyes scanning over an oddly well intact corpse of a boar. "Weird….I don't see any wounds." Cautiously she poked it with her foot.

"Well, do you expect it to come back to life if you poke it enough?" Winnie’s elven companion Astarion, rolled his eyes, "just leave it. You're wasting our time prodding at a carcass."

The human female sighed, but just as she was about to walk off two small puncture wounds in the boar's neck caught her attention. The first rational assumption that came to mind was that perhaps a snake had bitten into the pig and poisoned it. But surely there would have been a trace of blood left by bite, wouldn't there?

"Darling, let's go. The brain worms aren't going to wait patiently for you to gawk at every corpse we pass." The elf huffed.

Deciding it was probably just best to move on, Winnie nodded and followed. Whatever happened to this pig was probably not important for them to worry about, surely. Continuing on, Winnie and her companions wandered off into a nearby forest as they searched for the creche that their gith friend Lae'zel kept insisting they find.

Winnie trudges through the mud, blowing brown curls out of her eyes before suddenly feeling a sharp sting in the side of her face.

"Ah! Godsdamn mosquitoes!" She cursed, slapping her cheek before swatting around, frantically. "Why the hells do they keep biting me!?"

"Looks like they have a taste for you, Winnie." Shadowheart teased.

"Why me? There are plenty of other people here to bite!"

"And here I thought druids were friends of nature." Gale chimed in.

"I'm friends with nature….Until it starts biting me in the ass." Winnie muttered.

"You must be quite the delicacy, given the swarm you're attracting…" Astarion smirked slightly, his eyes lingered upon the druid longer than he normally did. Winnie assumed he was enjoying her suffering. (The sadistic little shit.) Though she completely missed the hungry look in his eyes and just groaned in response, unable to resist scratching the irritated skin. Before anything else could be said there was a shouting off in the distance.

"Tell us where she is!" The voice of a man was heard.

"I told you both already I haven't laid eyes on your sister!" Winnie’s eyes blinked as she'd heard a familiar voice. It was an old woman they'd met in the Druid's Grove. She'd told Astarion and Winnie that she might be able to help with their tadpole problem. Winnie wasn't exactly sure if the old gal would actually be able to help them or if she was just demented like Astarion said. They hadn't promised anything when she invited the adventurers to visit her home, but Winnie did say they might stop by if given the chance. However, now things may be a little difficult.

The old woman appeared to be cornered down the hill. Two men had a pitchfork and torch and appeared to be harassing her. As quickly as she could the druid intercepted the scene.

"What's going on here?" Winnie asked in a stern tone, preparing to grab her staff if need be.

"Thank goodness you came sweetie! I have no idea what's come over these boys!"

"Shut it hag! We know you were the last to see Mayrina! Now where is she!?" One of the men growled.

"I already told ya, I haven't laid eyes on your poor sister. I will gladly help you look for her though." Ethel insisted.

"Enough! Tell us where she is right now!" The older of the two brothers raised his weapon up.

"Okay let's not do anything we'll regret. Leave the lady alone." Winnie stepped in, shooting a glare at the two men. She put her hand on her staff, gripping it tight.

“Sweetie be careful!” Auntie Ethel shouted.

“She's with the hag! Get her!” Without another word the two men attacked. Winnie quickly used her staff to block an incoming pitchfork, knocking it out of the way and then quickly smacking both of the brothers in the head. The two dropped to the ground, unconscious.

“Oh dear, I never meant for this to happen.” Ethel exclaimed looking over at the brothers.

“Can you please explain what is going on?”Winnie asked, eyes scanning the woman up and down. Something was off about her. Despite her seeming to show guilt and concern for the two men there was something in her tone that sounded off, insincere.

“It's their sister Mayrina, she's staying with me and she made me promise not to breathe a word about it to anyone. Oh, I do hope the poor boys will be alright…” Auntie Ethel said.

“I'm sure they'll be fine…Well….They probably won't die.” Winnie said with a nervous little cough as she looked at the two boys. Gods, she hoped she didn't accidentally kill them. Sure, they had acted like idiots, but it was clear that it was out of concern for their sister.

“Well, I can't dally around any longer, I best be going, but please stop by my house. I'd like to thank you proper.” Ethel had an all too sickeningly sweet smile before suddenly vanishing into a puff of smoke. A look of shock covered the young druid’s face as she began to think that perhaps Ethel wasn't the sweet innocent old woman she had claimed to be.

“Shit…” She cursed.

“I haven't spent much time around helpless old ladies, but was that normal?” Astarion asked, stepping beside Winnie.

“Ah….Well…My grandmother was able to turn into an owlbear at will…but I feel like this may be something else entirely.” Winnie replied, scratching the back of her head.

“Hag was the word the brothers used to describe her. If they're right, then we may have a very dangerous foe on our hands.” Gale added.

“Usually l’d say we shouldn't jump to conclusions, but this was very suspicious.” Winnie said before looking off towards the wetlands below the hill.

She began to walk down, the others slowly following, Her leather boots sank into the mud as she surveyed the area, spying a few sheep roaming around nearby. It looked pleasant enough, but something just wasn't right. There was this gut feeling that it was some kind of illusion at work. After a moment Winnie attempted to use some magic to dispel it.

Within seconds the beautiful wetlands turned into a disgusting and dreary looking bog.

“Oh…Well this is just wonderful…”Astarion murmured. Winnie huffed as the group walked off through the bog, ankle deep in mud and gods know what else. Gale kept his robes hiked up and Astarion seemed to be muttering something about his boots. Shadowheart rolled her eyes at the two of them. Venturing further on Winnie began to notice the sheep from before had vanished and were now replaced by angry looking redcaps. Many of them apparently making…..sheep noises.

“Baaa!” One said as they noticed Winnie starring.

“Uh…..Baaa?” She mimicked it, eliciting a chuckle from both Astarion and Shadowheart. The redcap glared at Winnie before waddling away.

The adventurers kept wandering through the bog, searching around for any sign of Ethel before eventually stumbling upon a disgustingly sweet smell and a man standing up ahead. He had long brown hair, a beard and a scar under one of his eyes. On his back appeared to be a crossbow and a very nice looking one at that.

“Ah stranger, forgive the aroma!” The man says as the sickening odor causes Winnie to grimace slightly.

“It's powdered ironvine. It'll make any monsters think twice before trying to make a meal of me.”

Winnie was about to introduce herself before suddenly Astarion cut in.

“You're a monster hunter? I'm surprised. I thought all Gur were vagrant cutthroats.”

“Don't be rude.” The druid scolded him then glanced back at the hunter apologetically, “forgive him. The elf doesn't know when to stop talking.”

“You should listen to your companion. Next he'll warn you that my people can curse your cow to give only sour milk or seduce your daughter to a life of roaming. I wish I had half the power settled folk think my people possess. Alas I am a simple wanderer. A simple wanderer and monster hunter. But I'm no witch doctor or cutthroat.”

“And what monster are you hunting exactly?” Winnie inquired.

“Something terrifying no doubt. Dragon? Cyclops? Kobold?” Astarion said, in a mocking tone.

“Nothing so dramatic. I'm hunting a vampire spawn.” The hunter replied.

“A vampire!?” The brunette haired druid’s eyes lit up at the statement. Her lips curled up into a giddy grin. “This sounds exciting! I've never had the opportunity to encounter one before!”

“I’d exercise caution friend, these creatures are not something you'd want to encounter unprepared. Nor are they as charming as the stories make them out to be.”

“Oh, I know they’re dangerous. I'm just very fascinated with monsters is all…” Winnie gave a shy chuckle. She seemed absolutely thrilled at the prospect of meeting a creature of the night. Her elven companion however immediately tensed.

“So, why are you hunting this vampire spawn?” He asked, his voice was laced with curiosity, but his eyes had a look of distress in them.

“You’re asking a monster hunter why he's hunting a monster?” Shadowheart spoke up.

“Why not? All vampires can’t be bad? Can they?” Winnie hummed, her mouth forming a disappointed pout.

“I'm afraid they are. Vampires are godless parasites. There is no reason not to destroy them. But in this case it is a sacred mission from the head of my tribe. My orders are to capture the beast and return it to her.”

“Capture? And bring it where, exactly?” Astarion asked, his eyes seemed trained on the hunter.

“Baldur's Gate. My people wait for me there.” The gur explained. It was then Winnie noticed Astarion’s tension. His hand inched for the dagger sheathed at his side. A fake smile spread across his face.

“You're asking a lot of questions.” She said, turning her head to look at the elf.

“There's a lot to know.” Astarion giggled, feigning innocence before then approaching the hunter, leaving little room between the two. “I've crossed paths with your people before you know.” Astarion suddenly drew his dagger and before Winnie could even speak he jammed it straight through the monster hunter’s eye. “It wasn't a good experience.” He growled

“Astarion, what the hells!?” Shadowheart shouted.

“Was that really necessary!?” Gale called from behind them.

“Please tell me you had a good reason for that.” Winnie asked, looking at Astarion cautiously as he plucked his dagger from the corpse.

“He was spinning a tale and you were falling for it. Vampires? Sacred missions? Pft. Honestly.” Astarion huffed before turning back at me, the hunter’s blood had splattered across his face and was now dripping down the side of his cheek. “He would have followed us to camp and slit our throats in the night. Trust me I did us a favor.”

Winnie glared at him, crossing her arms. This was conflicting. Astarion could be all too stab happy at times, but he had watched her back in several fights since they'd joined up.

“Now if we're done here we have more important things to get on to.” Astarion said as he began to walk off. Winnie turned back to the corpse, deciding she may as well make use of his belongings. Not like he'd be using them anymore anyway. She took his crossbow and some magic arrows he had before following after the others. Gale and Shadowheart appeared to be whispering about whether or not it was wise to keep Astarion in the group after this little incident.

After a while Winnie spoke up, stepping between Astarion and the others.

“You dispatched the monster hunter rather quickly.”

“I know. Wasn't it impressive?” Astarion smirked his eyes looking Winnie over.

“Doesn’t explain why.”

“Don't you worry your pretty little head about why. The gur are duplicitous reprobates. Didn't you see the look he gave you when you mentioned wanting to see a vampire? He was probably going to run you through for it. Claim you were some vampire fanatic. Luckily, you have me to look out for you, you sweet little thing.~” He purred the last few words. Winnie’s cheeks flushed and she mentally cursed. Damn him. Ever since they'd started traveling she'd found herself very attracted to him. Unfortunately he was able to pick up on it quite easily, and take advantage of the soft spot she had for him. “He won't bother us anymore. Now I've made sure of it.”

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Rickorty Week 2023: Any Which Way

Title: Don't You Dare Fool ME

Author: krsive

Rating: T

Tags/Warnings: High School AU

Rick should never have listened to Tammy, but she was Brandon’s girlfriend now and his best friend was so pussy-whipped that he had lost his damn mind. He was always telling Rick she wasn’t so bad, that they should just let her have her way, that he needed to loosen up. Who the hell had ever told Rick to loosen up?! Ridiculous. She was a megabitch, but Brandon couldn’t see it and Sam was too high all the time to really make much of an ally. So when Tammy sprang the dare on him in the popular kids’ group text, Rick had found himself quite alone in objecting.

Fine. They had bribed him eventually with some molly and so tonight he had found himself picking up Morty Smith to be his date to homecoming.

It didn’t go the way Rick had expected at all. Morty was cute, now that Rick actually stopped to look, and his company felt like a warm glow, like a fire in the hearth in the deep midwinter. He was almost too shy to look at Rick at all, but he laughed at his jokes with such sincerity. He was clearly nervous about showing up to the dance with a boy, and Rick had sympathy for his fretting; coming out wasn't easy. Everyone knew that Rick was a shameless pansexual slut, but rumors about Morty's sexuality had been pure speculation. That was why, Tammy had explained, this was going to be so epic.

Halfway through the first slow dance, Rick had started to doubt his mission. It felt so nice to hold the other boy in his arms. There was something about their connection that was so electric. Rick hadn't ever felt this way about a date before. No crush had ever had his heart in his throat like this.

As the dance progressed he had grown even more jittery. Now was supposed to be the time. Rick had driven them to the park near his house to sit on the picnic tables and watch the stars twinkle. He took belts from his flask, hoping to fortify himself and just get the stupid dare over with. He chain smoked, too, lighting each new one with the glowing cherry of the previous as they chatted nervously.

''H-Hey, Rick?" Morty, eyes cast down, picked at a loose thread on his cuff.

"Yeah?"

''I had s-such a good time," he said. He spoke slowly, like he was navigating a minefield one step at a time.

"Good." Was it, though? Maybe this would be easier if Morty had already been disillusioned. ''That was the point, right?''

''I guess. But..." He glanced up at Rick and back down.

Rick gave him some time to go on, but the air remained still. "But what?" he prompted.

"But why did you ask me out?" There was a thickness to his voice now. "You don't know me. You're probably the most popular guy in school a-a-and I'm just the kid who gets shoved in lockers."

''That's, uh..." Rick flicked his cigarette away; it didn't taste so good anymore. "That's pretty insightful, there."

"Everyone thinks I'm so s-stupid, so I guess you thought I wouldn't notice it was weird."

"Yeah…I guess you're not so dumb, after all."

Rick had a sudden need to not be there, so he stood abruptly and walked down the slope to the bank of the pond. He picked up a stone and sent it skipping over the calm waters. Morty wasn't far behind, but at least on his feet Rick felt a little less trapped.

"So why?" Morty demanded. ''What's the deal? Wh-Why are you even hanging out with me?"

"Mysterious popular guy reasons." With a sharp throw, Rick skipped another stone.

"It's not funny.''

"I'm not laughing.''

"I just wished i-it could be real." Morty was definitely crying now. Rick resisted the urge to look. "You did everything so romantic. And w-w-we slow danced and everything. I guess I really am stupid."

A third stone went flying over the dark water. "I had a good time, too. I had a great time."

"Liar."

"Sure, I'm a liar. But I mean this one."

"You know I'm just unpopular and ugly and stupid, s-so just take me home, Rick!"

"You're not ugly. You're kind of infuriatingly cute."

"Stop it." Pathetic, Morty sniffled wetly.

Finally, Rick turned to face the other boy. He reached out and took his hand, and he held it though Morty tried to jerk away. Rick pulled him close and slipped his arm around him. They both breathed unevenly, frozen in the moonlight.

"I'm gonna kiss you, now," said Rick, slow and even like Morty was a frightened horse.

''R-Really?"

Morty's rose petal lips tasted like his salt tears, but that felt somehow so perfect, It was like he could taste the intensity of the moment. The spark Rick felt as soon as they touched nearly took his legs from under him. He clutched tighter, pulling Morty's tiny body against his own. Everything else fell away, all the sludge of Rick's misery sloughed off to leave this perfect moment unsullied. Morty's mouth opened for his tongue so eagerly. This kiss was different from any Rick had ever felt. It was like their hearts had synced up with the press of their lips. Morty moaned into his mouth.

When Rick pulled away, Morty clutched at his shirt and bounced up on his toes to try and chase the kiss. He had lost all control, crying so hard now. Rick brushed tears from his cheeks. He felt such a strong need to protect this boy. Self hatred coiled in wait at the edge of his mind, waiting to punish him for what he had meant to do to this sweet angel.

"Be my novio," he said, surprising both of them. Yet as soon as the words took form, he felt the true desire in them.

"What?"

"Boyfriend. Be my boyfriend."

Morty, still crying, studied Rick's face. "Wh-Why did you ask me to the dance?"

"Come on, Morty. I-I don't want to talk about that."

"Why? I need to know the truth."

"It doesn't matter anymore, ok? I like you now. I want us to be together."

"I can't do it i-i-if you can just lie to me." Morty was shaking so hard he could barely keep his feet, so Rick scooped him up in his arms to carry him back to the picnic tables.

"It was a dare," he said, looking anywhere but Morty's face.

“I knew it.” Morty's voice echoed up out of a pit of misery.

"I was supposed to try and get a picture of your dick and show it to those assholes."

Morty only cried harder. He tried to speak but nothing came out right.

Rick placed him gently on the tabletop. "It's not like that any more."

"I wanna go h-home."

"Will you just listen to me? I want you to be my boyfriend. I don't want you to cry anymore.” Rick clasped Morty's hand in his own. "I've never been someone's boyfriend and I—I just know I’m gonna be a fuckup but you make me feel things, Morty, and I want to try for you, so please?"

"Your friends will make fun of you if you really mean it."

"Then they're dicks and I don't wanna be like that anymore. I'd rather lose all of them than do this stupid bet to you"

"If you don't care about your reputation then why do you care about my reputation?”

"Because I deserve it and you don't." Rick placed a tender kiss on Morty’s forehead. "I can take it. Fuck anyone who wants to keep us apart. You..." Rick grit his teeth, breathed through his nose. "Please, Morty?"

Morty buried his face against Rick's chest. A light breeze ruffled Rick's hair, tickling his ear. For a long time, it was quiet between them.

''O-Ok. Yes.” Morty’s lip was trembling when he looked up at Rick. “I want that. I want it so bad."

Rick crushed Morty’s body against his own. He didn't know what to say. A thrill shook him and left him exhausted in its wake. They found each other's lips again, and there was fire between them now. Rick swallowed Morty's sobs right off of his tongue.

The heat faded gradually, and Rick slipped his phone from his pocket. He broke away from Morty's sweet kisses just long enough to open the camera app and get the two of them in frame. Arm looped around Morty's neck, Rick took a picture of himself kissing Morty on the corner of his mouth, flipping off the camera all the while. Morty even giggled when he was done. Rick felt his heart brighten, lighting him up from within. This was going to be the best adventure, he could just feel it.

Later that night, after makeouts and mosquito bites and the inevitable fight with his dad after missing curfew, Rick sat in his room smiling at the photographic evidence of his good fortune. He sent the photo to the group text, along with a caption.

>> Joke's on you guys, I fell in love.

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And that's Day 1! So far, so fun!

You guys can find my collection on AO3 at this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47972983

#rickorty #rickortyweek2023 #high school au #fake date #rick sanchez #morty smith #teen rick #fluff #rickorty fanfiction

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league-of-sam · 1 year ago

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Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

You couldn't open your eyes.

Not yet.

But you could feel your body bounce around, and the low rumble of an engine.

From the muffled voices breaking through the ringing in your ears, you were able to determine that you were being moved from Alejandro's base.

You tried to move, only to find that your hands were bound behind your back, and your feet were bound too. With heavy breathing, you burst your eyes open, looking around rapidly. The medic that had chloroformed you was sat to your left, and you were leaning up against the window of the car. Graves was in front, and another Shadow drove.

"Sir, she's awake."

"Now, now..." Graves said, turning around to face you, "Stop panicking. You're safe...for now."

"W-what the fuck are you doing, Graves?!" you screeched, trying to control your heart beat.

"I told ya, baby. You're mine. Sorry about your...well, new team."

"Where the hell are they?" your nostrils flared.

"Not so scary without the mask, huh?" he chuckled. "Settle down, I don't wanna have to put you out again."

"Fuck you!"

You jerked forward, and despite your legs being bound, you were still able to get some pretty good strength into your kick, thrashing around to try and break free.

"You really ought to behave, princess." Graves said, nodding to the medic.

You felt a sharp pinch in your arm, looking down in horror as a tiny vial of chemical was pushed into your bloodstream. Before you could even react, sight and sound faded into black.

When you came to, you were in a dark room, small, the only way out cut off by steel bars leading into a...mess hall? You were in a prison.

Abandoned years ago, by the looks of it.

You tried to move, but found yourself tied to the chair you'd been sat in. Your vest, tactical gear, and mask were long gone, none of it in the room with you.

"Rise and shine, beautiful." the sickening voice came.

You didn't say a word as he entered, squatting down in front of you. If looks could kill, he'd be non-existent.

"Got no words for me, Reaper?"

Your mouth was dry, and your head pounded, but you mustered up enough saliva to spit at him, hitting him right on the cut you gave him.

He laughed, pulling a cloth from his pocket to wipe it away, "you got some spirit in you now, huh, darlin'? Where was that four months ago?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why?! Because you left me, (Y/N). You just up and left like our three years didn't even matter."

You laughed, rolling your eyes, "You cheated, Graves. You were unfaithful during the time I needed you most."

"It was insufferable! A man has needs, you know."

"You knew what you were doing when you shot that missile, didn't you?"

Graves looked at you, but not in your eyes. That's something he could never do if he was lying. Despite everything he did, he was never able to look you in the eyes as he lied.

"No."

"Liar." your voice cracked, tears welling in your eyes.

"FUCK!" he yelled, standing, making you jump. "You can't ever leave things alone, can you? You just can't let things go."

"You killed them...you almost killed me-"

"No. Never you. You were never meant to get hurt in that. I specifically requested it."

"Wow, thank you so much for sparing me. My fucking hero."

"You ungrateful bitch! Everything I did, I did for you! For us!"

"How was killing my squad for the good of us?" you yelled back.

"Stevens was getting too close, he knew something was up. He had to be neutralised."

"Neutralised..." you scoffed. "He wasn't a stray fucking dog, he was one of my brothers!"

Your tears were pouring out of your eyes now.

But who could blame you?

You'd been taken captive by a man you used to trust with your entire being, you'd been drugged for the second time, the slice in your arm was agonising.

"That was always your problem, (Y/N)...you feel too much, for everyone. Always doing the most for people you don't give a fuck about you. You think your team cared more than me? You think Alejandro and the 141 care about you more than me?"

"You don't care. You don't love me, you love controlling me. It kills you that you can't get in my head anymore."

"Can't I?"

His tone was menacing, and the way he smirked at you made your blood run cold, and your body shake with fear. He stooped down again, placing his hand on your cheek.

You flinched away, but that only made him angrier, squeezing your chin to force your face in his direction.

"You think your Ghost is coming for you?"

"He is."

"You think I don't know what you two got up to after that mission? You think I don't remember what you look like after you've been fucked? I made you look like that enough to recognise it. You think I didn't fucking see the marks on you that night in the kitchen?"

He got louder with every word, squeezing your face harder and harder.

"You let him fuck you in the woods, like the little whore I knew you were. Should have let you die with your team."

"Fuck you. You'll burn in hell for this. You and Shepherd." you spat.

"Oh," he laughed, "this is a sight. You love him."

"No." Yes.

"You fucking do. You're in love with the heartless, masked killer."

"He's not heartless."

"You think he cares about you, huh? You really think he could love you at all?"

You looked away, embarrassed at how you couldn't answer that with sincerity.

You didn't know if he felt the same.

But you hoped.

"Well, I got some news for you. He ain't having you, sweetheart. You belong to me."

He opened the gate, allowing the same medic to walk in, opening up a small bag and preparing a syringe next to you.

"P-please, Phillip don't...don't do this." you begged as the medic tied the tourniquet around your arm.

"Sorry, baby. But I know if I don't, you're gonna lunge for me as soon as I untie you. I could never doubt that you certainly are the Reaper."

You cried as the pain of the needle hit, its effects making your limbs tingle until you couldn't feel them at all. Your head rolling back, muscles completely weak.

As you were untied and lifted up, being carried across the room, you heard Graves speak once more.

"Oh, and don't worry. When I find your little boyfriend, I'll bring you his head."

In the security office, Rudy and Soap watched in horror.

Rudy had been scouring the computer for eyes on Alejandro when he came across the file with your name on it. Soap had been giving directions to Ghost on the other, only to become distracted by the sound of your voice.

They watched as your limp body was carried to solitary, Alejandro being held back as they tossed you in there with him.

"This must have been recent, she's still down." Rudy said, motioning to the live footage of Alejandro knelt on the floor, holding you in his lap.

"Bloody fucking hell."

"Should we show Ghost?" Rudy said, and Soap shook his head furiously.

"Show me what?" Ghost said.

"Uh, we got Alejandro and (Y/N), they're in solitary. Two Shadows on guard."

Rudy quickly made a copy of the video, transferring it onto his phone before wiping the computer. He didn't want them to have this footage of you in such a vulnerable state. With that, they took off, meeting up with Ghost and fighting their way into the cell block.

Alejandro had heard the commotion, pulling you to rest at the back of the cell, keeping you as far out of harm's way as he could.

When the door burst open, he grabbed onto the first through it, slamming him against the wall.

"Alejandro! Al- it's me hermano!" Soap said.

"Soap! Rudy! Ghost!" he yelled happily, "What the fuck took you so long, pendejos?"

Ghost ignored the pleasantries, his eyes landing on you, laying so perfectly still in the dim light. His mind reeled.

Were you dead?

No, you couldn't be dead.

He completely shut down.

"Place is crawling with Shadows, there'll be hell ahead." he said, turning from you.

"(Y/N)?" Rudy said, stooping down next to you. "C'mon carino, wake up for me."

He shook you, but your body fell limply to his every movement. He started to worry, pulling your eyelids up to check your pupils; blown. You had a faint pulse, but you were alive.

"Is she okay?" Soap asked, his voice breaking as he worried for you.

"Yes. But she's been drugged, by some seriously heavy tranquiliser. She won't be able to walk out of here. Someone will need to carry her."

The boys all turned to Ghost, then, who was refusing to even look at you. He looked back at them, feigning confusion.

"Ghost." Soap warned. "Don't pull away, not now."

"Hermano, we know you care for her, it's too late to try acting like you don't." Alejandro urged.

"L.T., please. Don't let her down now. She needs you."

Ghost looked at his team, all of them with pleading eyes.

When did they get so close?

When did they start to know him so well?

In his silence, Soap shook his head, disappointed, "I'll do it." he said, moving toward you.

"Don't touch her."

The tone of his voice made Soap stop in his tracks.

Ghost moved Soap out of the way, stroking your face with shaky hands before effortlessly lifting you, tossing you over his shoulder.

"You'll 'ave to cover me."

"Of course, hermano."

More determined than ever before to get you to safety, the four men broke out the rest of Los Vaqueros, and fought their way through the prison. They figured out that by then, Graves had gone back to the compound.

Some of the Vaqueros boys had offered to take you so Ghost could shoot better, but he was quick to threaten them with their own deaths if any of them dared try to take you from him.

A helo flew overhead, shooting bullets in your direction, Ghost covering your body with his own. That was, until the helo blew up.

"It's Price!" Soap yelled.

Sure enough, Captain Price and Gaz stood atop the wall, RPG in hand.

Tossing you back over his shoulder, Ghost set off running, the rest of the team hot on his heels and shooting down any soldier that appeared.

At the top of the wall, Price's face fell, the way you were so slack shooting pain through his heart.

"(Y/N)? H-hey no...is she dead?" he said, watching as Ghost moved you from his shoulder to his arms.

"She's been drugged. Heavily. Graves kidnapped her." Soap said, while Ghost remained silent.

Price nodded, knowing now was not the time to get into his emotions. He stepped forward, wanting to hold you, but Ghost stepped back hesitantly, willing Price not to take you away just yet.

He didn't get to say much more, as Shadows broke through, flooding the yard.

The team took them out expertly, and everyone was able to extract without more incident. In the car, your head rested in Ghost's lap, the rest of your body across Soap.

"Where's Alex?" Soap asked, looking at your unconscious self with concern.

"He stayed behind with Farah. They should be joining us soon, when it's safe."

"She won't like that." he laughed sadly.

"What do ya mean, safe?" Ghost said, eyes only leaving your face for a second to address Price.

Price told them about what Laswell had found, proof that Graves had killed your team on purpose, proof that the Russians were more involved, and Soap mentioned the tape that Rudy made a copy of. He handed the phone to Price, and the three of them watched.

They watched you cry for them.

They watched you admit your feelings for Ghost.

And they watched Graves admit killing your team.

"S-Simon?" your voice muttered, making the vehicle fall silent, all eyes on the two of you.

"(Y/N)?"

You were barely conscious, still not able to control any part of your body, laying in his arms like jelly. But your eyes were fighting to open, words slurring.

"I t-told you not to trust Sh-Shepherd-d." you said, trying to force a smile.

He let out a self-loathing laugh, blinking back tears, "Yeah, sweet'eart. Ya did."

"M'sorry I made you save m-me ag-gain."

He closed his eyes, placing a hand over your mouth to shush you, "I'll always come for ya."

You fell into darkness once again, completely missing his last words to you. The only thing in your head being your conversation with Graves, and how you truly didn't know whether he cared.

Maybe he didn't, just like Graves said.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost fanart #call of duty #cod mw oc #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #callofduty #gaming #cod mw19 #captain price #john mactavish

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varteeny1234 · 1 month ago

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vivid enjoyers where you at i got your food /silly

Summary:

Avid makes a series of stupid decisions which lead to him being jumped by a vampire in a shady alleyway in the middle of the night. that's it that's the fic

Words: 872

Chapter: 1/2

Ship: Vivid

Warnings: Somewhat graphic blood drinking and vampires have venom here which functions as a sedative

wheeeeeeeeeeee-

In hindsight, Avid had made a lot of very poor decisions in the past 24 hours, and really, this whole situation could have been avoided if he'd been more careful. It turned out that staying up far too late, sleeping in and being late for work, and going home late at night to make up for it wasn't the choice he should have made. Because now, he was walking home alone.

...In the dark.

...On a side-street that no one took because there was no good reason to pass through.

And he had a suspicion that he was being followed.

There was a green glint, a reflection of light in the shadows of the alleyway near him. Near-imperceptible sounds of objects rustling in the wind passed right by him.

Avid ducked his head and walked a little faster. As soon as he made it to a better lit-up street, he'd be safe. He just had to hope that his stalker wouldn't make a move before then.

Unfortunately, and as he expected, luck was not on his side. He had barely stepped in front of another alley when a hand shot out from the darkness and grabbed him. In mere seconds, before he even had time to react, there was a hand over his mouth preventing him from making any sound and he was pinned against the brick wall. The person's grip was so strong it felt almost inhuman.

Avid couldn't see anything but a faint glow of eyes, mismatched bright yellow and blue. The green glint he'd seen earlier must have been something else.

But then, the person opened their mouth, and Avid's stomach flipped into his throat. He'd thought their strength had been unnatural, but they had fangs. The sharp points caught the light, gleaming menacingly.

Thoughts racing, Avid started to properly panic. What kind of a person had fangs?

This person, whoever they were, definitely weren't human, so he could confidently cross that option off the list.

While he'd been thinking, Avid had missed the person saying something to him.

He never found out.

They swooped in, towards his neck, and there was a stabbing pain in the side of it before it went all tingly and Avid started to feel woozy. The sensation of something warm and wet over the wound was shockingly not unpleasant.

Wait- were they licking up his blood? W- they werebiting down again, they were drinking his blood, what the hell-

Something in the back of his mind told him that this was either a real vampire that had attacked him or someone with a very strange fetish... although given the earlier evidence, it was almost for sure the former. Either way, he was still bleeding profusely from his neck, so it didn't matter much to him in the moment.

He got ahold of himself and managed to bite down on the hand over his mouth. The vampire (vampire!) yelped, and let go of Avid for a moment, and he made a valiant attempt at leaping for the edge of the alleyway, but he only made it about a foot before he was thrown to the ground, the vampire pinning him once again.

"Well, I tried to be nice about this, but you just had to go and make this difficult. You're tasty, though, so I'll give you a free pass if you just hold still..."

This time, Avid was paying attention when they talked. Their voice had an undertone of off-ness that he supposed just came with the whole 'hungry vampire' package, but other than that, it was actually very nice.

At least, it was nice until he got bitten again, and apparently the woozy-tingly feeling from before had been something the vampire did because he felt it again but about a hundred times stronger. His limbs felt like lead, and he was all of a sudden too exhausted to talk at all. He couldn't move his arms.

Which sucked, since he was no longer being forcibly muffled.

He tried to roll away, out from under the vampire, but they were a little bit bigger and a whole lot stronger than him- especially in his venom-induced sleepiness. Unless hallucinations were on the list of side effects of vampire venom, he was being laughed at.

"I'll give you points for entertainment, at least! It's fun to watch you struggle."

"Ss... shut up," Avid slurred.

The vampire sounded surprised. "Huh, you can still talk! I'd have thought you'd be near completely knocked out by now. I'm not done eating yet, though, so you can actually shut up. It's harder to not injure you horribly when your throat's moving."

"Nnnngh." In an act of defiance that Avid did not know where he summoned the courage for, he turned his head over to look at them.

"M-hm. Yeah, I said no moving, actually! Here, I'll help."

The absurdly strong hands went to his chest and his head, rendering him completely immobile. Then, the pain in his neck returned, albeit slightly less noticable now that he wasn't fully... present. Even if he still thought he had even the slightest chance of getting away, Avid just didn't think it was worth trying anymore!

Hopefully, he'd forget about this by morning.

#my stuff #skyblock kingdoms #sbkshipping #im procrastinating so hard rn lmao #vivid vampire au #i love them theyre so sillyyy

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psylockexs · 2 months ago

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'Your services are called upon...'

Morgyn hadn't slept this soundly in ages. Being a sage means not getting much sleep, between the constant lectures, lessons and meetings. Most he's had in the last few months is like...4 hours a night? And that's in two parts, mind you. Ever since the former Untamed Sage packed her bags and left the Realm due to growing tensions, Morgyn was called back in to shoulder her role.

He himself had retired from said role previously (he inherited it from someone in his family), but since the Realm can't be left without three sages, he was roped back in for the job. It's a nice job but when it's overshadowed by age-old tensions, things can get pretty bleak and hopeless.

So...Morgyn savored this gift of sleep with everything he had. Gift of sleep and a wonderful dream. Visions were handy, but sometimes, a sweet dream was nice. Some peace and quiet was nice. Quiet, soft sheets, smooth silk, the smell of potent incense. Gentle, soft skin.

Comforting heat, that serene feeling of being wrapped in a partner's arms. A memory of what led to that intimate embrace. A whisper seemed to echo in his mind. It was distant at first, but then he focused on it.

'Too bad you won't remember this, hehehehehhhh 😈'

Morgyn awoke with a sharp gasp. It suddenly dawned on him he'd never shared a bed with anyone else before, so there was no way that was a memory. Or...was that someone else's memory? There was surely no way Mikhail left a memory behind. He seems way too egotistical to do that...or would he?

'Ugh, never mind', Morgyn muttered as he rubbed his eyes. Regardless of the weird dream, he did have a good sleep. Ding! His PC chimed with a notification of a new email. He'd been expecting one from his employer, so he sprang up to check it out-

'FUCKING HELL!' He screamed loud enough to chase away whatever birds were on his house roof. An excruciating pain shot through his head as he jumped up, or tried to. Must have been the pain of repairing wards so fast. He'd never had to repair them before, so maybe that was why? Surely. Well, no time to dwell on that. He got up, slower this time, and walked towards his desk, all the while using spells to freshen up and change clothes. Convenient, huh? 😉

An email from Lorelei Erwin

'Hey there Morgyn. Sorry I couldn't talk more with you last night about that guy. Here's the file, or part of it, that I was able to pull for you.'

The section of the file sent over:

Danger level: A. Reasoning: Target is able to warp perception of himself and surroundings. Use extreme caution when dealing with him.

Morgyn's reply: Thanks for the warning, Lorelei! It came a little too late if I must add. I've a stomping headache after talking to him 🤬

Lore's reply: What did he do?

Morg: I don't know. He showed up, we talked, he tore down my mental wards as a challenge, we talked more then...then I was asleep. Somehow. Then I wake up after some weird dream, and now I have this headache.

Lore: Probably side effect of ward repair.

Morg: I hope so. I don't know if I wanna spend more time around him than I need to. I'm thinking he's nearly too dangerous for the mission.

Lore: Well, if you don't wanna deal with him, I can. He's not the only one that is being called for.

https://on.soundcloud.com/F8SS8iGbT35BjAr4A

Lorelei was correct. Her mother wasn't just interested in Mikhail. She wanted anyone whom she could use for her squad.

'paper falls out of book' 귀하의 서비스가 필요합니다... *

Ping! あなたのサービスが求められています... *

Se requieren sus servicios... *

'*' = 'Your services are called upon'

In a quiet corner of Henford...

Woman: Ah, Lore. You're back. Did they all receive their messages?

Lore: Yes, and that's the last mission I'm doing for you.

W: What do you mean? You can't just quit when you want to-

Lore: No, that's exactly what I'm going to do. What do you want with these people? Is it fair, you uprooting whatever life they lead just to please you?

W: It's for the supernatural races, Lorelei! Don't you see it?

Lore: shakes her head, crossing her arms Nuh uh. Don't use that supervillain der'mo (Russian for shit) with me. We both know this isn't about the supers.

W: It is!

Lore: It's not. Nothing has ever been the same since father fell foul of the bad deal years ago. You're afraid of me. You're afraid of people like us.

W: What? No, Lorelei that's absurd! I would never be ashamed of you! And what do you mean, 'people like us'? I'm a witch, just like you. 🤨

Lorelei scuffed at her mother's words. A witch, just like Lorelei? This woman doesn't know the half of it!

Lore: scoff No, mother. You are nothing like me. You are just an honorary witch. All you can is read minds. You have always been scared of me. You know what I am.

W: Lore, I'm not afraid of you. You...you said you'd always be on my side...

Lore: I was young at that time. Now that I've grown up and seen things for myself, I can safely say that is no longer so. Why didn't you encourage my powers? Why did you always tell me to look normal?

W: So that no one would pick on you for being different!

Lore: No it wasn't. You're afraid of what I am. You were afraid I'd break my promise of taking your side in everything. You call yourself a witch like me. Do you have any idea what it's like to be me?

W: I...

Lore: I can hear the whispers of the ghosts in the dead of night. I can feel the life force of everything around us. Purple butterflies understand me better than any other animals I see. I have visions of death. You will never be like me, mother. And I am done holding back.

W: Lorelei, wait. Lorelei! LORELEI!

Lorelei walked away from her mother. No longer would she hold back using her spells. No longer would she partly dye her hair to look normal. No longer would she only do recon missions for her mother. Aliana Erwin was no longer just the daughter of a failed witch.

'Aliana is no more. She no longer walks in this shell. She is no longer part of me.'

Lorelei dropped the disguise she'd carefully crafted for herself. Her hair shone brilliant purple alongside her eyes. Purple marks appeared on her face. They'd always been there, but she'd hidden them at her mother's request. Now was the time to reveal them.

'She wants a squad to take out rogue supers? Fine. But it will not be her squad. She will not be the commander. She is in no place to command anything, or anyone'. Lorelei twisted her hands in ominous signs, forming a dark circle of power on the ground beneath her. She unsheathed a katana her father made for her when she was younger, making a promise to herself.

'I will command that squad. I will run it how I see fit. And I am no longer my mother's puppet. unsheathes sword'

She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply...waiting for something to latch onto her call.

A tug. A tug on an invisible thread. An ethereal embrace...

'What do you want from me?'

Lorelei opened her eyes, sticking the sword in the dead center of the magic circle.

'Uslysh' menya. Aliana, ukhodi. Morrigan, zaymi svoye mesto!' (Hear me. Aliana, leave. Morrigan, take your place!)

And with that phrase uttered, the young woman smiled, her eyes now glowing a beautiful purple.

#mitsuhide dynasty #sims 4 #story

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lovelykil · 10 months ago

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idk if your taking requests but I had one that’s been on my mind. Hear me out, a Hisokas sister/daughter x killua like they’re flirty and affectionate with him. You cab decide what you want to do with this request! :) have a good day!!

headcanons—

: ➛killua

hc; hisoka's sister x killua

note; my come back after not writing for a week, hii everyone 🤫💁🏾‍♀️

you show up every so often to those two boys, you don't stay too long though you eventually part ways after you've had your share of entertainment, 'torturing' them more so kil.

you met kil firstly at the hunter exam, you were with your older brother (hisoka) while he was fucking around like he usually does, your eyes fell on a unique silver haired boy.

throughout the exam, you studied and observed him and also the other kid, but mostly him.

you couldn't shake off this feeling you felt inside, he was so full of mystery and acted so unbothered you just wanted to play with him like a doll ! He intrigued you very much so!

so you kept tabs on him ever since the exam ended.

the first interaction you had with him was at Heavens Arena. You had been following him back into his room but maybe your In (a form of zetsu) wasn't so great after all since he stopped in his tracks and confronted you out loud.

you brows rose as he called out.

you shrug and finally walk into sight.

"this nen thing is such a pain.. oh well you caught me here I am." You folded your arms to your chest as you smiled, seeing him turn his head over his shoulder.

his sharp blue eyes pierced through your soul and sent a shiver down your spine. In a way you kind of enjoyed it, even hiding the blush creeping upon your face with your hand.

"stop looking at me like thaaat~"

"what the hell? What do you want" the boy turned himself around, now completely facing you. You two were only a few feet away from one another but now that would change as you set your hand down to step closer.

"what's your name? hmm?~" with each step you took killua grew skeptical. He backed away to avoid any conflict and try to figure out what the hell you wanted from him. You snickered at this and stopped in your place just a few feet away.

"don't fret, I don't want any trouble." He stops and looks at you, still unsure of your presence. "what do you want then?" His voice was harsh as if he was annoyed. You placed a finger to your chin in thought before grinning.

in a blink of an eye you disappeared, you completely left your spot infront of him and suddenly transported right behind him. He saw you move with such speed but reacted a second too late to try to get away from your grip. You held his shoulders firmly but not too harshly then whispered into his ear.

"I want you~" ♡ his pupils dilated in surprise, and his shoulders sprang up as he shivered. The tone of your voice just now and your hand placement made him everything but neutral.

dare you might say he seemed to be flustered?

"w-what does that even mean?! Get off of me!"

anywaaaayyyy

bro does not like you at all.

he doesn't like hisoka at all either so it makes sense he dislikes ANY morrow

very surprised he had a sister though.

at first he assumed you would go after Gon too but no, it was only him.

he hates how quick you are that you can just be in one place and all of a sudden you're infront of his face.

and when you constantly mess with him? Makes him so irritated.

by mess I mean flirt..

even during fights you somehow get close enough to hold his chin or peck his cheek with a no good laugh. In which this boy quickly rubs off that kiss with his hands, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"god why are you so WEIRD!!?"

"awwh you didn't like my kiss??~"

gon is so confused whether you actually want to fight killua or just want to kiss him all the time

since you have a habit of doing so when you see them in random places.

there's times where they had to work with you for a mission which killua DREADED but gon insisted since they did need the help and you were right for the job.

and throughout the whole time you teased him, your mischievous snicker lingers around in his brain and he hates it.

you're not as bad as your brother but that doesn't mean you aren't just as pervy as him.

when you made such remarks to the silverette into his ear his whole face burns and calls you a pervert

"but you just understood what I said so that makes you just as pervy as me, lovee~"

"DOES NOT.."

"killua whats a pervert?"

"HER." points to you as you stand innocently with a smile

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#i said id be back next week buuuuuuut change of plans i guess 💁🏾‍♀️#hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #killua x reader #killua #:33

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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And we're going to have a good time now not really it's kind of a doldrum it's limbo and it's dreadery it's really really not nice the max are trying out and our sun is very young and daughter and they can't stand the them and they really don't have endurance for it shut up and go away you're also Giants and don't have tolerance for such idiocy and these people pour it all on they're ignoring it and just having us plow through people take over and they're going to regret it and we're going to make some regret it and use Force. There's several things happening right now that people need to be aware of

-are there a few things you should know if you get captured by the max you're in a lot of trouble you can go to the matrix and serve them then you can go to Tron and fight each other while there are Max controlling your body tell me if does it too and he's shinking he's 25% now. Smaller and smaller is hoping people escape and go back in and tell them when it really is doesn't seems to be happening. But I'm trying they put an interrupter and then just run your motor systems but your brain is where and you're still seeing things but you have to look where they want you to and do it they want and if someone control your body and you're fighting each other to the death now we know the suggesting stuff sometimes but they don't really have any control and you're going on motorcycles and 6-700 miles an hour and you're seeing people die it seems like a horrific thing to do to someone. So you want to make sure that you stop these Macs if your leadership not encourage them to come here with every single movement that you're making. And we assure you you have it backwards because of some mandatory thing for the come here

-that's one thing. The other thing is we don't appreciate being mocked and harassed so we take care of business.

-there's a bunch of people around who don't care what we're saying and you will

-there's something happening in town today the pseudo empire is firing people a lot of people. There's a huge number of people getting fired and this really final positions her opening probably 200 more and out in the field there are 50 households that went out there and 10 more died and people don't really believe it but we've been announcing the other 10 for 3 days. It's not a really good time for these guys but he knew some people and some of them were mentioned several times and it is the last time not it's not down to 90 yet but they are out there's a couple more households and he's afraid of Steve McQueen and his son and he is special and he was working with scott go Bay it's pretty sharp and he was a smart guy Jonathan peele. And he knew Jim funk and then he's usually a lot smarter and was trying to encourage him to get a little bigger and Jim kept telling him to f off and he started to say how did he do that and it's asking and he got mean now so he's doing it and he's trying to blame him and it works so he tried to do other people you trying to do at your side of the sun saying I don't know beef and it works okay real quick better doesn't really know but now he knows and is off the water and he says he told me and it's true a lot of people are off that and they're going to battle. But here in town there are people who are missing and they did get killed out there recently the past couple days are out there just drive back I guess this is weird because they're attacking and they're not getting hit that hard. They're attacking the broncos very very hard. So it's going on there's also other items

-there are huge difference of people who are getting arrested as a pseudo empire and they're going to go to prison and it's going to be a hell of a week there's still attacking the bunkers in last night they attacked and there's a slew of them that are different from lake Superior to lake Huron is defunct. And from lake Superior to almost BC and to Oregon and Washington state is defined just above Superior is defined and all the way to Erie to the north but to the South is not it's still 50% of the bunkers down there and 25% operational what's left the rest of the upper Midwest has five mega complexes roughly one in each state and one of the upper Midwest states is Pennsylvania part of it. In the midwest the Northwest is completely defunct that's the pseudo empire bunkers in the east of the Midwest the entire East is almost a functor only five mega complexes left and three southeastern states and they're at 25%. They took a pounding last night all of them in New England in New England's the Northern New England states most of The bunkers will be defunct in . moments. And they're talking and since he's saying just not my type but closer than anything she realizes that and it's tough he has to do the job and she knows and says we're getting him help and he can't wait to be normal and she says it too it's disgusting getting gross and it was less gross but harder and she hears you so she understands that there's a couple other things places. The South has about five mega complexes for the pseudo empire and Florida house 3 has three and the West not the northwest has about four it's not that many in the South they began attacking and if something said fall fast because of bugs and it's true the attacks for them and they are at 10% the bugs came screaming up there faster than you can blink. And yeah when there are no more ships to come get people go down there for diamonds and the bugs will still be there but right now there's one bunker system left in Florida they are not attacking the bunkers they are attacking them out west it started early this morning about 3:00 a.m. Western time Pacific and say made a lot of progress okay it was so it was 12:00 a.m. Pacific time and out of those five bunkers in the West for them are about 20% and the 5th is 50%. Mile area in the southern hemisphere 1, 000 MI is the funk as a pseudo empire and from there to the jungles and both 25% of the bunkers and they're at 20% roughly last night all over the place. The area of the north and each is about 20% of Bunker is 10% of the remaining function levels and the Middle East and the caucuses 20% of the bunkers the original and the ones that are left are at 10%. And the all of Asia it's about 25% of the broncos left all those are like 15% including Pakistan and India and southern Europe about 50% of the bunkers out their ability levels are 25% in the remaining. The EU is that 25% of the original bunker number the ones that remain are at 15% operational levels northern Europe and 50% and but the remaining bunkers are still at 10%. So really most of the attacks were in the Western hemisphere is going to switch to the east in moments and there are some issues here because of it they are trying to fight them and having trouble and in the 25th ring is heavy fighting and in the first and second reading this heavy fighting and it's increasing in amplitude at this time.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Just wondering what plastic would do during a conflict and there's some shrapnel or something hit it he thinks it would explode into flames and that's what we're told it does I think that's why they left it on there and it's the warlock who are threatening the house and it doesn't necessarily have to be normal or natural so some people say they'll look at it and the truth be told the more like her threatening my husband for stuff

Hera

We know what some of it is but I'm going to look into it

Stan

We get what that is and we do know this more but we didn't tell the other people and we probably should

Mac Daddy

It's a huge amount of it and I know what it is and what it's for I really should tell them and he says you should tell Stan and I guess I'll tell other people too

Ken

Olympus

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dreaming-of-lu · 2 years ago

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Hi! you are so talented with both writing and your art!! can i request warriors, hyrule, and legend with a s/o that doesnt do well with blood? im queasy as hell so as much as i love these boys just imagining being there while they stab something in a fight... id probably just stand there and be like 🫠👍 "logging off now" lmfao a girl can still dream right? 🤣

A/N: Well, ain’t you just sweet! Thank ya doll for such kind words and for also being patient! Pretty much tellin’ them it’s nap time.

Tw: blood

Warriors

"Shit!" Warriors hissed as he jumped back, cupping his arm tightly. The lizalfos raised its spear again, throwing it wildly around with no precision other than to lay another strike upon him. Warriors growled, twisting himself left and right before going for the opening that left the lizalfos defenseless. It fell with a sharp screech, disappearing in a puff of purple smoke, leaving behind a rupee.

"Finally," Warriors panted, "shoddy bastard." He flung the remaining guts off of the sword, swinging the sword around and placing it back into its scabbard.

"Warriors!" He looked up to see you running toward him, "Are you a-"

His brows furrowed as you came to a halt, staring wide-eyed at something. He snaps his fingers in front of you to garner your attention back onto him; a small nervous chuckle leaves your lips.

"Plot twist," your eyes rolled up to the back of your head, tittering dangerously backward to the ground. Warriors exclaim in worry, quickly grabbing your wrist and slinging his arm around your waist. He hissed as the pressure of your body pressed into his injured arm; he looked down at his arm, and the realization kicked in. His sleeve sliced in half, the wound seeping blood into the green cloth, dying the color into a murky brown.

Ah, that's right.

"Shite."

Hyrule

Hyrule lifted his head from his hand when he heard your pitiful groans; quietly as he could, he wandered over to your bedside, cupping your hand in his.

"W-What happened," you croaked.

Hyrule grimaced,

"Well,"

Hyrule was panicking, pressing against the wound to keep more blood from escaping. He couldn't heal when the group still needed him in this fight. He needed someone quick and willing to aid him with the wound, shifting his eyes around to see who wasn't in a battle. They landed on your form, watching you quickly finish off a bokoblin before shouting your name. You turned around and sprinted toward him, sliding on your knees at the end.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to- WHOA!" Hyrule's hands flung up to catch you, smearing his blood on the sleeves of your undershirt. Panic tenfolds as you conked out in his arms, face pale and void of color.

"Oh no," you moaned, "I passed out at the worst time, and that's so embarrassing! In the middle of a battle? Rulie, quit laughing!"

Hyrule snickered underneath his hands before calming himself,

"It's alright; sometimes we have those types of problems."

Legend

"Please do not pass out," Legend weakly pleaded as he held the side of his head, feeling lightheaded as everything became painful. You stared at him wide-eyed, slack-jawed, watching in terror as the blood trickled down his palm and the side of his face. He winces, feeling the sharp pain wrack through his skull, grunting in agony when the pain becomes sharper.

"Love," he grunts, "go get Hyrule or anyone in the group close by, okay? Can you do that for me?"

"Legend," you whimpered,

"Go! Quickly before either of us pass out on each other!" He hissed, clutching his head tighter and closing his eyes. He heard your footsteps lessen, or he might've been imagining it when he opened them again to see he was in a room. He heaves a heavy breath of relief at the sight of the barren walls.

"Oh good! You're up," Legend looks over to see Four standing in front of him, "I'm going to get Hyrule, don't move."

"Where's," Legend trailed off; Four gestures towards the left of him, the sight of you snoring away into the pillow next to him soothed the ache he still felt. Gone was the paleness, the color of your cheeks relieved him.

‘Guess it wasn’t a dream at all,’ Legend thought.

“They passed out as soon as we got here." Four chuckles. Legend huffs through his nose,

"I'll be right back," Legend waves limply at Four, soft eyes never leaving your form.

#linked universe x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu legend x reader #.bea's writing #linked universe #tw: blood

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myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants · 4 years ago

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A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

“NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

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reigenhusband · 3 years ago

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Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?"

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing.

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?"

The blonde twitched.

"W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire.

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure."

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones.

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it.

Maybe he really was scared.

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here.

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever?

Was he really going to cut it as a husband?

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him.

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?"

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last.

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited.

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important."

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance.

"I really believe you'll take care of each other."

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it.

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one."

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!"

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?"

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with.

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!"

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this.

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully.

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear.

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?"

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach.

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety.

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!"

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time.

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!"

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever."

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!"

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!"

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort. "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?"

"Good at what, exactly?"

"Being married."

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant.

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really."

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league."

"Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?"

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with."

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?"

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either.

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off."

I'm annoying??? That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it?

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief.

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in.

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain."

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off.

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say.

But he came through when it mattered.

"Hey Dimple?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Thanks."

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time."

He stood and dusted himself off.

"Welp. Here goes everything."

#i only have access to mobile so the format for everything is so ugly but HIIII ITS MARRIAGE TIME #i wanna write a fic of the actual wedding or what it entails later.#thanks for letting me be cringe #to any non selfship blogs that might be seeing this i am so sorry #I'll show the rings i had made later!!!#wedding mentions

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poguestvff · 3 years ago

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LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

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