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thelov3lybookworm · 10 months ago

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Remember Me? (Part 13)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: this one is smaller, but i promise to try and get the next part out soon ❣️

enjoy!

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"So... you and... Eris?"

Y/n hummed, ripping a hand through her hair in frustration.

Y/n had told everything to Feyre, all that had been going on before she left Velaris, to everything after she had come to Autumn court.

Feyre, understandably, had questions. And Y/n answered all that she could, but there were a few that had her wanting to rip out her own hair. Or Eris's.

Do you love him?

That was one of the questions Feyre had wanted to know the answer to, and Y/n had asked herself if she did, but she could not, for the life of her, tell.

She sighed, trying to get all her thoughts in order before she came face to face with the High Lord of Autumn, where he was supposed to be greeting the guests of the meeting, exactly where Y/n was headed right now.

The massive doors that led into the castle came into view just as Y/n stopped herself from smoothing out her skirts again, and, taking a deep breath, she moved forward.

Eris had asked her to be present for when the other high lords arrived with their inner circles, and even though Y/n had wanted to ask for the reason or decline, she had done neither.

Now, watching him stare down the stairs leading down from the doors, surrounded by his guards, Y/n wondered if it was a bad idea to agree.

Eris's personal guards noticed her first, a few of them shooting her teasing smirks, nudging each other and grinning. They glanced at Eris once, and that let Y/n know exactly what was going in on their minds.

They took a few steps back, causing Eris to turn to look at them with raised brows. They simply shrugged.

Y/n huffed. Bastards.

And then, as Eris was turning back to the front, his eyes landed on Y/n.

And it seemed like he had been frozen. His chest stilled, his body unmoving, almost in an unnatural way. His eyes stayed on hers for a long moment before they travelled down her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her entire body tingled, but she pushed on, trying not to be so affected by his gaze.

She finally reached him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his wide eyes flying back to hers, wild, almost panicked.

Her brows furrowed when he whipped his head beck to the front, and she heard a soft smack. That distracted Y/n from Eris's weird behaviour.

It was one of the guards- Roland, if Y/n was correct- his palm on his face, as if he had just smacked it.

The guard next to him grinned, even though he stared straight ahead. He nudged Roland, who sighed, the sound filled with exasperation as he straightened.

Y/n suppressed the smile threatening to break out onto her face as she turned to wait for the guests with Eris. Though he kept stealing glances at her, and it became harder and harder to not smirk at him. Especially after almost all the guests, excluding Night court officials and the Spring court high lord, had arrived.

That was until Feyre came up to the two of them, running and panting.

Her appearance instantly had Y/n's heart beating in her throat.

Because, for one, Feyre had decided that she would lock herself and Nyx up in her room until the meeting was over so the chances of encountering the night court's inner circle would be as small as possible.

But second of all, her eyes were filled with fear and panic.

"What is it?" Y/n questioned.

Feyre took a moment to take a deep breath, before she blurted out the few words that had the air stilling.

"I can't find Nyx."

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Part 14

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star-girl69 · 2 years ago

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My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: this sucks i fear but only one more chapter left!! i hope you all enjoy this one 🫶

warnings: mentions of drowning, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Five- Need

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“Jake!”

The two of them are a whirl of blue and sliver, swords glinting off the fire. The fire that is growing and surrounding you, coming closer and closer.

“My Jake!” Neytiri screams as well, until something hits the water and the fire starts to burn on the water, slowly carving its path.

Fear grips you like a hand around your throat, but you push in back in favor of Spider’s panicked urging.

“Get back! Get back!” he shouts, hands slapping the water and the fire roaring behind.

All of you make it to the boat quick, panting and hearts thumping.

“Stay close!” Neytiri shouts, and you force yourself to be alive again, take control of your limbs. Your hand is clumsy when it lands on Neytiri’s shoulder, but you squeeze anyways, and she manges to look back at you for just a moment-

“Mama! Mama, Mama,” Tuk shouts, floating over the rushing water, about to be sucked in by a waterfall, deep into the bowels of the ship.

“Tuk!” you scream and reach for Neytiri, helping her stay steady while she holds on to Tuk. “Take my hand!” you shout, and she looks between you and you daughter for a second before she loses her grip on Tuk, somewhere through the sweat and water, and she disappears into the ship.

“Tuk!” Neytiri yells, and you see her stay for one second, one moment, before she jumps in after her, only raw instinct.

“No! No, no, no,” you scream, but Kiri shouts and pulls you back.

“Y/N, please, please-”

Her hands are around yours, tight in a vice-like grip, tugging you back and away from the vortex.

“No! No, Kiri, please, baby-”

“Y/N,” she shouts, almost warning you, head shaking. “Please.”

You take a step forward, and she lets you go slack, eyes boring into yours. The fight still continues from behind her- and you are torn in three. Who do you help? Who do you go with?

“Kiri,” you mumble, before the choice is made for you.

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The path down was harsh, dark and barely lit, wet and cruel. When you finally land with a splash, you see Neytiri and Tuk up ahead. But the room you’re in is filling with water, the walls closing in, suffocating.

“Neytiri!” you shout, your injuries fogging your brain, the sudden fall knocking you off balance. You should be able to swim better than them, no? But you’re hurt, and you can’t. And you need them.

She whips around and let’s out a cry, her face softening, before she reaches towards you and grabs your hand, barely giving you a second to bask in the feel of her skin before tugging you towards her, parting the water.

“S-swim,” you say, water splashing into your mouth. Neytiri nods and let’s go of you after a moment, and Tuk leads the way, swimming through what you have to until you reach a staircase.

“Ah, Mama!” Tuk shrieks as a wave hits her in the face, but you’re too focused on trying to keep yourself above water.

“It’s okay,” you say, but your words are too soft, and they’re swallowed by the sound of rushing water.

“Swim! Swim!” Neytiri shouts, pushing you in front of her and onto the staircase after Tuk.

Her back is against yours, one arm running along the length of yours, palm cupping your elbow to urge you along. Urge to fight, to live.

The three of you swing around a railing, climbing higher and higher in the small slanted hallways, water rising behind you.

Till suddenly the ship gives a sharp tilt, and the three of you slam to the side, barely having enough time to right yourselves before Neytiri is grabbing at you and forcing you to walk on the wall.

The floor becomes a wall, the wall becomes a floor. You need a moment, you think to yourself, just a moment to breathe and live.

The three of you come to a door, the ship completely on its side now, you think, and Tuk grabs your hand as Neytiri wraps tugs on the circle handle, pulling down, pulling the door open.

“Open it! Open it!” Tuk screeches, her hand a vice grip around yours. You almost want to tap your feet impatiently, ask if she’s done it yet a million times even though you can see she hasn’t.

The water still rises, and the air falls with it, and Tuk has to tread water by the time Neytiri gets the door open.

“Go!” you shout, pushing her over the doorway into whatever safety lies behind the threshold.

The rest of you scramble through, following the path of the falling water and hitting the bottom. Submersion for a split second, until you submerge and they do too.

“Climb!” Tuk shouts, pointing to the tables and chairs latched to the floor. Neytiri helps the two of you onto the back of the first chair, the first rung on the ladder, the first leg of your journey. You had thought all day that the humans would bring death, that you were heading to your death, but now with Tuk and Neytiri so close to you, hands warm and wet, brushing by, you can’t think that way.

You only imagine something good at the end of the tunnel. Not light, because you’ve learned darkness doesn’t have to be bad. But just something good.

Then, you feel it, hear the moan of the metal, the ship start to flip all the way.

Tuk let’s out a shout and you want to reach over and help her, place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but you’re too busy holding on for life.

Suddenly, Neytiri drops as the water does, and you and Tuk does as well, simply continuing your previous journey, fear around your throat like a hand, like ice in your veins. Cotton in your mouth, lead in your heart and head. Your movements feel slow and weighed down, but you push through, you have to.

The ship finally stops, so it slants no longer, at least giving you a flat surface to run on. The three of you come to the end, to doors, and Neytiri moves to grab them again and you breathe out when she pulls it open- only for the water to push it back shut again.

“No!” she screams, like she can command it.

“Open it!” Tuk shrieks, and you join Neytiri, but the water is too much and your hands are so slippery, and the metal is cool and smooth.

Tuk swims in the other direction, and you follow her after Neytiri herds you that way as well, hand on your back.

“Go, Tuk, go,” she urges, and you swear you see the light of something before you don’t.

Black spots crowd your vision, like supernovas, like black holes, swallowing your vision in their deadly pull. You gasp as your head droops, your neck too weak to even hold it up.

You grip onto a random piece of metal just as Tuk screams:

“There’s no way out!”

You become aware of the fact that you’re living and breathing, no matter how painful or hard that it is, you’re living and loving and you’re good- so you deserve to, right? The need to keep breathing, to keep living surpasses anything.

“No!” you gasp, just as Neytiri starts to pray, and Tuk’s tears fall faster and more. “There- there has to-”

But it is mostly a mumble, and you’re sinking and falling and drowning, and there is no one to save you.

No sister will come. No children, no mates. There is no one to save you.

Suddenly, the ship slams down and the water around you thrashes.

“Mama, Mama,” Tuk gasps, taking deep breaths. There is no where else to run, nowhere to turn. “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay,” Neytiri whispers, hand reaching around you to cup Tuk’s face. “Just stay close to us, stay close,” she whispers, as the last light finally flickers out.

Tuk whimpers, but all you can do is lean your head against whatever metal is behind you, take deep breaths.

The only sounds are heavy breathing, the small waves hitting metal.

Something in your heart, in your ribs, in your bones.

“Neytiri.” you gasp, vision too faded, the room you’re in too dark to see. You can just barely make out the small stars on her face, glowing in the light.

“Great Mother-” she turns to you with wide eyes, with hope, and you almost cannot break it to her that you haven’t found a miracle. “Y/N.”

Until suddenly, even through the black dots, her face becomes easier to see, the room brighter, and Tuk gasps and Neytiri looks past you.

When you turn, Tuk has dived under the water, leaving only ripples behind, and the water is filled with light.

Neytiri pulls you back into her, arm hung around your shoulder, fingers skimming the water below where Tuk is in front of you.

Suddenly, something emerges from behind the corner, and Tuk emerges, and Kiri does too.

You gasp, as Tuk and Neytiri call her name and smile.

Kiri smiles too, before her face turns serious.

“Listen,” she says, voice low, “I need you to trust me.” She reaches behind to the animal on her back, eyes meeting yours. “Mom, I’m gonna give this to you.”

“No,” you say, as Neytiri grabs your shoulder and spins you.

“You’re hurt,” she whispers, and you look over to see Kiri nodding.

She connects your braid to the animal, places it on your back, and air suddenly rushes into you like the sweetest relief. You hadn’t realized you were struggling to breathe before- but now that you know this, you realize you weren’t breathing before.

It’s like with your family- you thought you had loved before them, but now that you know them like this, love them like this, you know whatever was in the past was foolish.

“Trust me,” Kiri whispers. “Calm your heart. Big breaths.”

The four of you do as she says, breathing deeply, breathing because you need to. Because you want to live, you need to live.

“Follow me,” she breathes, and turns and dives in.

Neytiri let’s go of you, taking a big breath before the two of you sink into the water.

Kicking off from the metal wall behind you, the weight much easier now that you have good air straight to you, your vision starts clearing. The black holes receding, spitting back up what they swallowed, the world righting itself again.

You stay close to Neytiri, Kiri holding onto Tuk, as the three of you follow the small wisps of Eywa, the small pieces of her, pushing on metal to get yourselves further.

When you break the surface, blinking away the water, ears adjusting, and the first sound you hear is Neytiri yelling for Jake.

“My Jake!” she yells, tired, swimming poorly, hand tight around your bicep and tugging you along.

“My Jake,” you say, but it’s a whisper, he can’t hear you. But from the way he looks at you, it’s like he can.

He holds onto Payakan’s fin with Lo’ak, and Neytiri pushes you towards him just as you feel the cloth wrapped around your wound fall away, blood flowing fresh. You gasp and flail in the water, fear overtaking you, but Jake simply reaches toward you and practically throws you onto Payakan’s fin.

Neteyam, grabs your arms from across, holding you tight, keeping you from falling and sinking into the water. You smile when you see him, and suddenly Neytiri is wrapping her arms around you and Jake, although it is more like she is hugging Jake and you are just between them.

You let out a small laugh, breaths hard, but easier.

Your family just breathes for a moment, breathes in life, breathes out death. In the good, out the bad.

You all pull closer, limbs slippery, but slinging them around shoulders anyways.

You rest your head on Payakan��s fin.

“Mom.” Lo’ak places his hand on your face, his features full of concern. You prop your head to smile at him breezily. “Are you-” but he can’t even finish it.

“I’m fine, sweet boy. I’m fine,” you gasp, and he nods, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “We’re all fine. We’re all fine.”

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alpydk · 3 months ago

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Tender and Tired

So, me and @judasiskariot got chatting and with it came a prompt that I was given the OK to work on ^^ - So, of course, I did and somehow ended up writing the story of Devorah (she's so beautiful!) which was one of her Tav's. An amazing experience writing this and I'm just so glad you enjoyed it and am letting me share her with the world. <3

Prompt - "And of course combine angst and smut! 😆 also like...maybe... 🤔 fear of losing someone/fighting for their life and than survive, comforting after horror and rescue and relief sex because happy ending and reveal the feelings that they had not done before and almost never had the chance?"

Word Count - 3734 Words - CW - Angst / Pining / Smut - (Blowjob) - Happy ending ;)

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Just stay with me…”

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Devorah lay within the forest, Astarion’s cool arms draped over her bare chest as the stars glistened above them in the night sky. Her eyes followed each constellation, a path home should she ever find herself truly lost, but could those same stars lead her to what her heart truly desired? These passionate nights had been ‘fun’ just as he’d promised, bodies entwined, the piercing bite to her neck leaving her tiptoeing the path between life and death. All she had to do was let go, just as he did, and yet, just like him, her mind was always elsewhere.

“You sleep less than me,” he mumbled into the crook of her neck, planting an icy kiss upon her soft skin.

“Hm. Difficult to sleep when we don’t know what’s ahead of us.”

He dragged a fingertip across her naked breast, causing her to suck in a breath in expectation. “I find it more difficult to sleep knowing what lies behind me.”

Devorah moved her body weight so she could face him. His cherry tinged eyes held an insatiable hunger but behind them a depth that would creep out, a bound child locked in darkness, scared of the burning light. She had heard the nightmares through the tadpole, seen the face of Cazador, felt the words of pure loathing spat at Astarion through the pinhole opening of an entombed prison. Anything ahead would be better than what he’d left behind.

“I guess I just hope for a future. You know marriage, romance, love…” she sighed. “But with the tadpoles, what if they-”

Astarion interrupted her, knowing where she was going with her questioning. “Then I’d kill you, just as you would kill me. We would both die long before that happened.” He lifted his head to be above her, their current position a little too emotionally intimate for his liking. “A much more pleasant run around the second time, I’m hoping.”

“Death? Or were you thinking of something else?” Devorah gave him a playful smirk, her hand running up the side of his pale-skinned abdomen.

“And here I thought I was the insatiable one.”

Love would have to wait, she decided, as once again she lost herself in the illusions of a near-death fantasy.

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“Not relaxing in the comfort of another’s arms this evening, my dear?” Gale asked, not lifting his eyes from the pages before him.

Devorah scowled at him as he sat upon a woollen blanket near his tent. Obviously, the petty argument between her and Astarion had been heard. Nothing serious, but another bickering over a ritual she knew was too dangerous to commit to. Of course, he wanted that kind of power; who wouldn’t? But seven thousand souls were far more than she would allow to rest on her conscience.

“No, if you must know,” she said curtly, her mood still a simmering anger beneath the surface.

Since arriving in the Shadowlands, her passionate relationship had been affected by the surrounding curse. At least that was her only explanation for what was going on between her and Astarion. Their nights together were more of just scratching an itch with one another than enjoying each other’s company. Their conversations had dwindled to a couple of words, and the sniping and cattiness was becoming almost nightly. It had to be the curse. It was certainly not the way her attention kept being pulled by the deep brown eyes of her warm-blooded companion, one who spoke with the lilt of a poet, one who made her heart beat with a warmth seen only in Karlach.

Gale lifted his head, noting the aggression in her tone. “Do you want to discuss it?”

Devorah noted the space next to him, the way he placed his book aside with all his attention dedicated to her. “Honestly, that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“They why not simply sit and enjoy a moment of silence with me?” He lifted his hand and with it, the world grew quiet. There were no longer the groans of the cursed creatures in the distance, the crackling of the campfire was now but a dance of light and shadow, and Devorah for the first time in what felt like an age could hear her own thoughts without interruption of the outside world.

She sat beside him before closing her eyes and breathing deeply, noticing the lack of sound that came out as she exhaled. It was strangely comforting, a glimpse of death before darkness truly fell. She felt as Gale pulled himself closer to her, sharing his warmth and life, something she had missed in the arms of her lover. Her shoulders relaxed, her heartbeat calmed as if she were about to fall asleep, and for a moment there was no tadpole, no looming death over their heads.

Opening her eyes, she saw his soft gaze upon her, noticed the chestnut strands of hair that wisped upon his brow. If it wasn’t for the subtle ache in her neck, a reminder of nights gone, she knew she would have kissed him in that moment, a future of conjured peaceful moments filling her with longing.

But just as there was no sound, there were also no kisses on warm lips that night.

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Days and nights passed where both Devorahand Gale denied what was happening between them. The hidden glances across flames, the brush of hands together in passing, a night under illusionary stars where both had dared not think of a bleak future. Neither would speak up about what was occurring, of the times where both found calm just in each other’s company. He would simply watch as she vanished into her lover’s tent, leaving him alone to wonder if things could have been different if he were different. And she would not speak of the nights of lying in cold arms, dreaming of a future she would never have, if only she had made different choices, if only she too were different.

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With the setting of the sun, the docks shone as if aflame, a low hung dust filling the air from the destruction of the city. Alone stood Devorah, her mind quiet, her heart slowed, her wishes of love buried under remembrance of her recent dance with Death. Now, with the Netherbrain defeated, her companions had dispersed, leaving her with only the tangled threads of fate and no clear path ahead. She looked out over the water; the portal having just vanished before her with the lives of her friends. She could see the scorch marks of Karlach’s departure, blackened and ashen, upon the boards beneath leather boots, a reminder that the God of Death could be beaten if only you were willing to fight for it, if only you kept the people you loved at your side.

As they’d left the Shadowlands, Devorah had spoken at length with Astarion about his own ideas of their ‘love’. It was all so complicated, many a vulnerable moment shared and considered, and both knew in their hearts that nothing good would come of remaining together. Instead, they left with growth and loss. Friendship had been the overall outcome of the discussion, and it was that which he certainly needed if he were to heal. She welcomed this, but deep down mourned what she had missed out on: not what she could have had with him, but what she’d given up on being with him in the first place.

Now, as the sun slowly descended across the skies of the Sword Coast, she thought of the one she knew she loved, the one she had let leave to save them both the heartbreak. The waves licked the pillars beneath her and with the exhaustion of victory came the further stirrings of her mind. A realisation that despite everything they had been through together, she had ended up alone. Shadowheart, Karlach, Wyll, all to Avernus in one fell swoop, Astarion fleeing as the sunlight cracked his porcelain flesh. And Gale…

Devorah sighed, remembering the few words he had spoken to her after all had happened, how the familiar sight of pain had clung on to him despite the orb’s stabilisation so long ago. He’d bid his farewells and sluggishly walked towards the city, his steps heavy, much like her own. So much went unsaid, so many glances at one another’s lips ignored, so many masks and walls to avoid hurting each other, just as they’d been hurt in the past.

She left the docks, a sense of weariness motioning her forward. Wine upon her lips was all she could think of, a scarlet swirl as it would pour into the glass, much like the trail of blood that lay upon the cobbles, a trail from the spot Gale had said his farewells. It took a moment for her mind to catch up with the sight, a realisation that his pain was not simply Mystra’s unfair consequences but that of something severely wrong and a man who would never wish to be a burden to another.

Her slow steps upon the stones of the streets soon became a hurried pace as spattered traces of blood grew to crimson pools down shadowed alleyways. Her body ached with each quickened turn around the corners, but it mattered little as panic filled her lungs with the images of what she would find. If she had allowed him to leave with nothing but a simple goodbye, for him to then die alone… If only she had taken a chance, refused to lose herself in the cool embrace of another, then maybe she too could have beaten the God of Death with her loved one at her side. She rushed through groups of survivors, knowing she had to find him, hoping that he had not drawn his last breath and been taken from her for good.

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It was in a small dimly lit room at the Elfsong Tavern that she found him; his purple robes tossed aside with little regard for where they landed, now stained with the blood from his own hands. He sat exhausted at the foot of the small bed, his fingertips sticky with coagulated blood and fumbling with the ties of his shirt as he tried to get to the wound and see the damage.

She was quickly upon him, moving his hands aside with ease, feeling the way he tried to prevent her from helping.

“It’s nothing, my dear,” he weakly spoke. Colour had drained from his cheeks, his normal slight tan now growing close to that of Astarion’s pallor.

“Don’t bullshit me, I’ve got eyes.” She tugged at the strings that had become knotted throughout the day, wishing he could have just worn buckles like the rest of them. “What even happened? Why didn’t you say anything? How could you…?” She was growing emotional with each second that passed, fear taking over. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, lose him.

He gripped her arm, the shades of red transferring to her own shirt. “A cultist as we climbed the tower. I didn’t notice…” His words were growing slower, quieter as the light faded from his eyes.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Just stay with me…”

The dark blood was seeping through Gale’swrap shirt, a crimson weed growing amongst the fields of cotton lying on his abdomen. The sweat beaded on his brow and all Devorah could do was hold her hands to the wound, a quiet prayer hung unspoken on her lips, so many desperate words unshared between them never to be uttered. His eyes grew heavy in front of her, his breaths slowing to quiet gasps. She gave up on the shirt, instead pressing her hands to the wound, the whispered prayer finally emerging with the faint glow under her fingertips. It wasn’t much, but it would keep him with her and for that, at least, she was thankful.

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It had taken all Devorah’s strength to get Gale into the bed after he had lost consciousness. She’d managed the healing spell to keep him stable but knew with no potions available and her own spells limited to speaking with animals, speaking with the dead, anything but something useful, she’d struggle to get him back on his feet. She finally untied his shirt, revealing his chest beneath it, the dried blood staining his skin to a deep pink. The bleeding had thankfully stopped with the spell, but the remnants of the incident remained. She peeled back the fabric, finding the wound to his side, the deep cut that would surely leave a scar upon his pristine flesh.

Taking a cloth and a bowl of warm water, she perched herself on the edge of the cotton bedsheets next to him. Her voice was quiet, not wanting to wake him, but hoping that on some level he might hear her and find comfort. “Gale…Whatever are we going to do with you?” The cloth took some of the staining from his skin and she gave a gentle smile, seeing his normal colour slowly returning to him.

She took in a deep breath as she worked, relieving the tension in her shoulders. As she placed the cloth in the bowl, she saw as the water turned a murky red. “I always thought that if me and you got together, the first time I’d see you with your shirt off would be after too many glasses of wine and some of that poetry you dabbled in.” The cloth was wrung out before being placed back on his skin, a rogue drop of water running down the side of his stomach onto the bed.

“Always quite liked your poetry… Made me feel alive…” She chuckled to herself quietly. “Sorry, poor use of words there.” Devorah looked over her work, the way his wound was still angry but now no longer running the risk of infection. She’d need to collect some potions, but at least he wouldn’t die whilst she was away. Or at least she hoped he wouldn’t. Placing the damp cloth and bowl to the side, she glanced over at him before standing to leave. “Gale,” she hesitated. Would he hear her words? Were they worth saying when death still skulked in the shadows? “Nevermind… Just, don’t go anywhere.”

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It was hours before Gale woke again, his colour back to normal and the wound mostly healed. He felt the sting on his side, the ache of his muscles as he tried to pull himself up on the bed to sit up and gather his surroundings. Trying to retrace his steps proved difficult as he thought back to the docks and the winding trek to the tavern.

“You shouldn’t be trying to move, you know.”

He looked around for the voice; the world spinning a little with the movement. “Devorah?”

She approached him, a glass of cold water in her hand. “Yeah. How’re you feeling?”

“Like one that has been caught in the cascade of a Bibberbang explosion.”

She smiled at his answer. “Well, you’re still as articulate as ever.” Devorah passed him the water, her fingertips lightly brushing his as she handed over the glass. “Here, drink this. It’ll get rid the aftertaste of the potions.”

Gale had been curious what the obscure taste was upon his tongue, one of balsam and berries, sickly sweet. He grasped the water, savouring it in his mouth before swallowing and letting out a satisfied exhale. “You saved me.”

“It was just water,” she replied, dodging his true meaning, averting her gaze from him. His gratitude was not something she wanted. She would have walked through flames if it meant him living. She would have taken the orb from his chest and imbedded it in her own if it meant he could go on with his life.

“We both know that is not what I speak of. Devorah-”

“Gale,” she interrupted

“I love you.”

She lifted her head instantly, a hint of confusion on her face. “What did you say?”

He smiled softly, his fingertips raising up beneath her chin. “Something that I should have said to you many moons ago.” He should have said it under conjured starlight, or before they entered the High Hall. He should have said it with every breath that escaped him. “Devorah, I love you.”

For a moment she was speechless, her own words trapped in her throat as if saying them would dispel the illusion before her. They replayed in her head, the sweet melody of his voice once again calming her soul as he had done so many times before. The God of Death had once again been beaten. The tiptoed path upon a near-death precipice halted as a choice was made, as the love she had once dreamt of under glistening stars became finally within her grasp. “I love you too, Gale,” she whispered.

Warm lips found one another; the taste of healing potions shared between them, as a buried yearning was released. As Devorah moved herself on to Gale’s lap, he let out a soft groan.

“Careful, my love…”

Tender kisses were placed down his neck, down the weaving trails left by the orb. She traced her fingers gently down his body, each one working as if he were the rare tomes of a forbidden library. She could smell the traces of ink from his books still upon him, as if he still stood in his tower in Waterdeep. Each touch of his skin upon lips brought her a fresh wave of life that she had never felt before, a new longing for more of him. She would not lose herself; she would find him, and she would be with him in full.

Her kisses worked further down his body, through the soft bed of chest hair, her legs shifting down until she was sitting in front of him. “Let me love you, as you deserve to be loved.”

There was a moment of hesitation from Gale, his need to serve, his need to give, trying to burst through. He wanted to provide her with everything he’d been unable to, to make up for lost nights where he’d watched her depart too many times. He saw the love in eyes, felt as her hand trailed up his inner thigh, his touch starved body reacting with little regard for what his mind’s opinion was. All he could do was give a tentative nod.

Devorah’s hands came to the drawstrings of his trousers, a slow tug of each as she looked into his eyes. “Lie back, relax.”

Gale slid down slowly on the bed, his head still resting on the headboard to watch her. “Easy for you to say.”

She playfully smiled, pulling at his trousers and looking concerned as he winced with the rise of his hips. “Still in pain?”

“Nothing I’ve not felt before.”

“That’s not how it should be, though.” She ran her hand along his leg, a comforting palm to ease his nerves.

He sighed deeply with the sensation of her hand; his body exposed to her completely. There had been no wine, no poetry or charm for this moment. This was simply what she wanted to do, and he was struggling to accept that she could ever want this with him. As her flushed lips caught the skin of his stomach, he leant his head back, his eyes closing to fight past the overwhelming pound of his heart rate. It was as her hand came around the base of his cock that he let out an involuntary gasp and looked down at her. “You’re…”

“Do you trust me?”

His voice was almost a whisper. “Yes.”

As her heated mouth wrapped around him in full, there was little Gale could do than release a desperate sound. His thoughts ran wild, the sensation, the vulnerability, the love and devotion she was willing to give him after all that has happened. The pain in his side meant little to him as wave after wave of pleasure warmed his body. His hands found her shoulder, a grip on her skin to ground himself in reality. “Devorah…”

She continued to move, her tongue running up his length greedily. She heard her name, felt his grasp. “Hm?” she replied, not removing herself from what she had longed for in so long.

Words escaped him. The world around him abandoned him only to her touch, to the wordless declaration of love she gave to him, that she wanted to give to him. He could not speak, he could only release the long-held moans as her tongue ran along his shaft, as her moistened lips held him close. He glanced down, a quick glimpse of her watching his pleasure pushing him to the edge almost instantaneously. It had been so long since he had felt anything like that, long nights alone with his own touch, nothing in comparison to the way she touched him. Gale was overwhelmed, the sight of her, her eyes on his, her subtle smile curving with her lips as he clasped tighter to her shoulder. He wanted to fight it, wanted each second to span into infinite moments of enjoyment, but there was little he could do as all self-control shattered with her love.

Her pace quickened, her depth increasing, and his head fell back, a burning light of white in front of his eyes as his release hit, warm and unstoppable. He didn’t feel her move to his side as the room continued spinning around him, as the shadow of death was quickly replaced by nothing but the afterglow of life. It was as his heart rate slowed that he heard her speaking, a quiet admittance of feelings, the first that would come for many years to come.

“Thank you for not dying.” Devorah uttered, pausing for a second and placing her head on his head, listening to the way his heart beat as it slowly steadied. “And for making me feel alive.”

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l0velyblu3 · 1 month ago

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Distant Pt.3 (Richie Tozier X GN!Reader)

Requested: Kinda, it's been a long time coming

Summary: You finally confront Richie.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, mentions of anxiety, Kissing

Word count: 1357

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You had been sitting around and thinking for a while now, trying to figure out how to confront Richie. You had been trying not to think about it but at the same time, it’s all you could think about. It was like a game of ping-pong going back and forth in your brain from idea to the next.

Eventually you came to the conclusion that there wasn’t going to be an easy way to confront him, so you decided on just going to his house and confronting him.

Except you hadn’t gathered the courage to actually go over to his house just yet.

You spent hours pacing, running through the different scenarios from ‘the best thing that can happen’ to the ‘this is literally the worst fucking thing possible’.

You stopped pacing and agreed with yourself that the best thing to do is to rip the band-aid off and just get it over with.

Which is how you found yourself on his front porch about to knock on his door. Your breathing felt erratic, from biking there or the situation, who knows. You hold your hand up in a fist, getting ready to knock, but hesitating to do so, just letting it hang in the air for god knows how long.

You were back in your pacing set of mind, deciding whether this was actually a good idea, deciding if you should just turn around and forget this all together.

Knock Knock Knock.

You had blacked out. You knocked on his door.

Welp, there’s no backing out now. You were bathing in your anxiety waiting for him to answer. It felt like forever when he finally opened the door, and when he did you felt your heart break. He looked almost ill. His eyes were darker than normal, his bags were huge, his dark circles made his eyes look sunken in, his usually curly hair looked flat and messy, almost like he had been pushing it back with his hands. Overall, he did not look like himself. He didn’t look like the Richie you’ve known.

You both looked at each other, but didn’t say a thing until you finally spoke up. “Riche, can we talk?” Your voice didn’t feel like yours, it felt alien. You could see panic cross through his features, but he nodded and let you in anyways. Opening the door wider, he lets you in and closes the door behind you when you enter. He turns around and immediately heads to his room, not saying anything as he passes by you. You feel a lump in your throat, dreading going into his room because of what had happened last time you were in his room.

Your legs felt like sticks of lead. Heavy. You didn’t want to go to his room, but you sucked it up and went anyway. You were going to do this whether you liked it or not.

Entering his room, you notice Richie sitting at his desk chair, facing away from you. You take a deep breath and internally pray to God, hoping this doesn’t go wrong.

“Richie?” nothing.

“Richie.” he turns his face towards you. Not enough to be fully looking at you, but enough that you knew he was listening. You take a deep breath, and exhale, “Do you…Are we still together?” Silence. You could only hear your’s and his breathing. Your heart was breaking, you could hear the cracking the more the silence was prolonged. All of sudden the idea of confronting him wasn’t so good anymore. You prepared yourself for the worst but it still hurt. You bite your lip, begging yourself not to burst into tears, fearing that he would see you as a ‘crybaby’ again. You nod your head and slowly start turning to make your exit.

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“I said yes. We are still together.” You start to turn around, and this time Richie was standing and facing you. He looked so sad, so heart broken, you didn’t know what to do. You stood there, trying to figure out what to say to him, only coming up short. He walked toward you, holding eye contact as he did, “Did you hear me? We are. Still. Together.” He enunciated each word as he stalked toward you.

“Then why haven't you talked to me?” You whispered, but by the time he was close enough to hear you.

“You haven’t said anything to me for weeks Richie. What am I supposed to think???” You felt the tears, you felt the bottled up anger starting to boil.

“Why did you fight me? Why were you so upset?? Why did you lash out and call me one of the things you know I’m insecure about!?!?” You felt the tears, you felt the sting of it. You were laying it all out in front of him, not caring anymore. You just needed the answers.

He didn’t say anything, he walked to you and hugged you to his chest. You froze, not expecting this, you wanted to fight it, not give in so easily.

“Why Richie, Why why why why why why!” you were sobbing, body racking sobs. Richie held your waist with one hand, used his other to gently hold your head all while gently shushing you and rocking.

“I’m so sorry. There is no good excuse for me lashing out at you. I’m so sorry baby.” He continues rocking you, he even kisses your forehead, leaving his lips on it longer than usual.

“Why? That is all I’m asking.” You’ve pulled away by now and look him in the eyes, waiting for an answer. He looks at you and sighs.

“Henry Bowers was being an ass, more than usual.” You scoff. Richie sends you a quick glare, but continues on anyway.

“He was such an asshole. He was saying these horrible things about me, about our friends, about you. It made my skin crawl.” He looked down at you searching for a sign for him to stop, but he found none so he kept going.

“On top of that I was already having a bad day. I tripped when getting up to go to the bathroom which earned a lot of unwanted attention. I got a bad grade on that math test in Mr. Moran’s class that I thought I did well on.” He kept listing things and as it happened it just got worse. You felt bad for him, so bad, but you weren’t going to let what he said and did to you slide.

“And on top of th-”

“Baby, I get what you mean. But you still haven’t apologized to me yet.” He stops mid way to acknowledge what you were saying.

“I get that you were having a horrible day, we all do. But instead of lashing out at me, just tell me.” You look at his eyes for any response, waiting for him to apologize to you.

“I’m so sorry.” He looks so sincere.

“I’m so sorry, love. You trusted me with a very big thing and I threw it back at ya. On top of that I yelled at you. I’m so sorry, can you forgive me?” He brings your hand up to his mouth and he slowly starts kissing each knuckle while giving you puppy dog eyes.

God you can’t resist them and he knows it

You roll your eyes and stall the situation. You enjoy seeing Richie grovel for you.

“Fine, I guess I can accept your apology.” at the end of your sentence you start smiling, no longer being able to keep it in anymore. Richie smiles so wide it almost looks painful. He grabs you and holds you again while profusely thanking you.

“You’re welcome my love.” you say while kissing his head. You grab his face making him level with you, “Promise me if anything happens, you tell me instead of letting your emotions control you, yeah?”

“I promise.” He says it in a whisper, almost too quiet, but you caught it. You smile, pulling his face closer towards him and kiss him.

God did it feel good to do that again, it had been too long.

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allaboardsubmas · 1 month ago

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Bound by Choice - Chapter 5

A/N: Been a hot second, but as always I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Pokemon (Black & White, All Media Types, Legends: Arceus)

Characters: Original Character, Kudari | Emmet, Nobori | Ingo

Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary: Andy has always been afraid of pokemon and what it is that they’re able to do, which makes their life rather hard considering they’re twenty-two, live in Unova, and work in Nimbasa City; which is known as the battle capital of their region. Their closest friend and semi-adopted mother being a former gym battle leader also didn’t tend to help matters.

A panic attack on a subway car they thought was empty, however, leads to them meeting the infamous Subway Bosses and learning that pokemon, while terrifying, weren’t the monsters they had grown up believing them to be. Getting sucked up into the lives of the two Subway Bosses and their best friend Gym Leader Elesa might be even more terrifying than the pokemon, however.

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Chapter 5 - Andy

“You are very, very lucky that I never throw anything out,” Andy said, arms crossed and wearing nothing but a tank top and some boxers as he stared down at his pokemon. The two of them were seated on the floor of his kitchenette with the little bug munching on some generic poke-pellets on a paper plate that Andy had once bought in order to feed Lenora’s Watchog when she had shadowed him for a week when he was sick. The food was luckily still in date, but there was only about a cup’s worth left. He would need to go shopping. Fuck. He would need to do a lot of things.

Andy took a breath and rubbed at his face, knocking his glasses off before he fumbled to catch them, wipe them off, and re-affix them to his face. The Joltik was chirping and Andy narrowed his eyes before he could help himself, “If that’s you laughing at me, then you’re going straight back to that crazy train conductor.”

The Joltik looked up at him, silent before his eyes did a little squint that made it look like he was smiling, little fang-like things doing a little wiggle and waving in the air and okay- Okay. That was actually really cute. “That’s not fair,” Andy muttered, shifting to lay on his stomach and stare at the small bug pokemon as it — he — began eating again. “That’s super not fair.”

Twenty-two years of being terrified to death of pokemon, but all it took was a fuzzy yellow bug smiling at him to make him feel even stupider than he ever had before. Thankfully, he was alone in his little studio, so the only one that could really judge him was the Joltik currently stuffing his face with almost out-of-date poke-pellets.

“Alright,” Andy said, sitting back up and clapping his hands together. “Research. If I’m going to take care of you I can at least look up what I need to buy- And hey, lucky for you that’s kind of my job!” The Joltik squeaked — squeaked! — and Andy nodded as if answering a question. “Yeah, my job is data entry for the National Pokedex, so my whole job involves learning about pokemon. You know, one of those whole ‘try to work past my fear’ type things- Hm.” Ten minutes.

One night of sleep and ten minutes with his new pokemon and already he had become one of those crazy old lady type people who did nothing but talk to their pokemon like they were a person. Looking around his studio, and reassuring himself that he was alone, Andy looked back to the bug. The Joltik squeaked at him again. “You know what? At least I’m not talking to my stuffed pokebuddies again.”

Andy looked to where a dozen pokemon stuffed toys were scattered around his bed and couch. His sister and Lenora’s attempts to ‘make him less scared’ of pokemon had only ended up giving him an addiction to buying anything that was cute and soft. Damn them both.

“Alright, little guy,” Andy sighed, standing up and heading for the couch and his laptop. “Let’s see what my top-notch researcher skills can do before I get hungry enough to go out and order something.”

Crashing onto the couch, Andy started by searching up Joltik in general, quickly looking up the most pressing matters and making mental notes as he discovered what he needed to.

“Alright, so your arm-fang things are called pedipalps, and they’ll grow into something that looks more like arms when you get bigger or evolve,” Andy ‘explained’ as he watched his new Joltik scuttle around the couch, seeming to sniff things out- Could Joltik smell? A quick look showed yes, they did smell- And through the pedipalps! The more you know, Andy mused. “Also, apparently it is safe to give you batteries to suck on, but you’re not allowed to eat them. Sound good?”

Andy looked down to see the Joltik was now crawling up the couch- Nope, on his back, crawling on his back- Ah. Creepy. Creepy, creepy- Rubbing up against his cheek. The Joltk was rubbing against his cheek and making a cute little rumbling noise that had Andy melting. “Fuck. You’re hard to be scared of for more than a minute or two at a time, you know.” He got a chirp of acknowledgement, Andy unable to stop himself from mimicking the sound back as best he could. That earned him even more excited squeaking and chirping. “You’re so cute, dammit, I’m going to have to actually be thankful to that bastard train man if I ever see him again.” Huh.

He wondered if he ever would see those two again- Ingo and Emmet, if he was remembering the names right. The Subway Bosses. Dragons, how many people fought to reach them every day and Andy had just stumbled across them- Actually, they had stumbled across him while he was crying and having a panic attack. Not his best moment. Maybe he should thank those two with a gift card or something? He would at least thank Ingo. Ingo seemed nice. Maybe- Hm.

Squinting at the images of Joltiks on the screen, Andy looked to the one resting on his shoulder. In the pictures the bug pokemon was an electric yellow with blue eyes and leg tips — claw tips? Either way, his had purple eyes and claws and was a slightly different shade of yellow. Andy looked between his new pokemon and the pictures on his screen before blurting out a startled, “Fuck.”

His Joltik was shiny. Emmet had given him a shiny pokemon. Louder, with more emphasis, he repeated his, “Fuck.”

He would need to bake a cake, now.

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“I’ve learned something about myself today,” Andy said seriously, waiting for Lenora to give him a speck of attention so he could continue his dramatics. He took the quick glance over at him as permission to continue. “I’m really bad when it comes to spoiling pokemon.” His Joltik, now resting in his hoodie pocket, let off sparks from where he was sucking on a rechargeable battery Andy had bought earlier in the day.

Lenora, for all her kindness and motherly affection, could be a cruel creature — as proven when she laughed in his face. “I take it you two are getting along well, then?”

“He’s so cute,” Andy complained, collapsing into the armchair in Lenora’s office at the museum and taking a moment to breathe when her Herdier gave a little bark of greeting from under the desk. Lenora’s pokemon were really good about greeting him quietly, which helped. It helped a lot. “And I’m finding it’s kind of hard to be afraid of a pokemon that’s smaller than the size of my hand.”

“Maybe we should have gotten you a Joltik years ago,” Lenora joked, Andy sensing the undercurrent of guilt there, as if she had anything to be guilty about.

“Definitely not,” Andy settled on, carefully petting Watchog when she came over to check on him. “I was even worse back then. It’s only ‘cause of you and these two that I’ve gotten as good as I am.” Watchog gave a soft croon under his touch, Andy feeling a little more of his fear chipped away.

When he looked back up he saw Lenora’s look had gone softer, a smile on her face, “It did use to be worse, didn’t it?” Mm. Three years ago Lenora’s Herdier had run up to greet him and Andy had started crying. It definitely hadn’t been good. “Have I mentioned how proud I am of how far you’ve come?”

“Not today,” Andy snorted, shuddering as Joltik crawled out of his pocket and started scaling his arm. “Yep- Okay. Yeah, just- Getting used to that, still.” Lenora’s laughter made it a little amusing, at least.

“You said you were spoiling him, then?” Oh! Oh, yeah! Andy sat up better to nod vigorously, even as he searched in one of the bags at his feet.

“Yes. It’s awful, Lenora. I’ve spent way more than I thought I would because I wanted to get him some good food, you know? Joltiks don’t eat much in a day, so I wanted to get him something good quality, and then I picked up a few potions, because, you know. What if a wild pokemon attacks him? He’s so small- and then there was this cute little pokemon bed that had a train on it-” Alright. Lenora was laughing. That was fair.

“You sound like Emmet! That boy spoils all of his Joltiks, not to mention he’s even worse with his Galvantulas.” Emmet. That was right. Lenora knew them. “I still can’t believe those two… they have no sense of slowing down.”

“Full steam ahead?” Andy joked, laughing at Lenora’s dry look. “Sorry, it was right there. But you… know them. How long have you known them?” As he asked, he finally found what he was looking for, pulling out a few fresh berries that his little Joltik should like. Going by how he was scarfing them down, it seemed he did.

“Oh, let’s see… I first met them when they were challengers on their journey, and that was when they were around twelve.” Twelve? Andy shot his head up, eyes wide. Lenora just laughed. “Those two didn’t know the meaning of staying still even back then. They probably would have started out sooner if their Uncle hadn’t tied them down.”

“So you were still running the gym, then?” The two had looked to be a little older than Andy, but not much. That meant they had challenged Lenora when she was still running the museum as a gym, too. Maybe Andy had seen their match since he had visited the museum a lot back in the day… although, he had avoided watching any gym battles.

“I was! The gyms have changed a lot from the old days, and this was before those three triplets were running their own gym, so I ended up being first in the circuit a lot since I use normal types as well.” As Lenora explained, attention back on whatever she had been writing, Andy carefully snuck a few berries to her Watchog. When Lenora’s Herdier looked at him with wide eyes, Andy dug out more berries. “I’ve told you how gym battles work?”

“Yep,” Andy responded as normally as he could, freezing and feeling a bolt of fear as he held out berries to her Herdier. All of them were frozen, not moving until it was clear Lenora wasn’t going to look over. Yet. “Challengers don’t always need to win against a leader to get a badge, they just need to show that they understand their pokemon and have a good understanding of strategy. Winning is the quickest way to get one, though.”

“That’s right,” Lenora nodded, her Herdier scarfing the three berries down and then running to hide under the desk again. “It’s not often I faced challengers so young, back then, but those two… Ingo beat me in three rounds and Emmet in two with one pokemon a piece.”

Andy snapped his head up at that, eyes wide because that was… impressive. That was impressive because Lenora wasn’t a pushover, and for that to be their first gym? And that was when they were twelve. No wonder they ran the Battle Facility at Gear Station- “Wait, so they’re really good at battles, okay, got that. How’d the whole train thing start?”

“If you ask me, pokemon battles come in second compared to their love of trains,” Lenora snorted, sharp and extremely amused. “Even back then they dressed like little conductors. They were so cute! All train lingo and gestures and matching outfits…” Lenora’s nostalgic smile dropped for something a little more tense. “And then they wiped the floor with us.” Ah. The look of a trainer’s destroyed ego.

A few seconds passed before Lenora shook her head, looking back to him and his berry-stained hands. She raised an eyebrow, but decided to show some mercy. “Have you taken that little fella to the Pokemon Center to register him?” Ah. “Andy-”

“It was on the to-do list!” Andy defended himself, gathering his things together quickly as he stood up, his Joltik scuttling from shoulder to shoulder depending on how he moved. “C’mon, little guy, pick a shoulder and stick there, I know you can.” A few seconds passed, the Joltik staying still on his right shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Make sure you get a full health report when you go in,” Lenora lectured, Andy nodding as he made sure he had everything, Lenora’s Watchog getting the door for him. “And get a Trainer ID while you’re there, that way he’s registered to legally use his moves in battle or in case something happens while you’re in the city. And don’t forget to see if he has all his shots! And-!”

“Goodbye, Lenora,” Andy cut in with a laugh he couldn’t stop. “I’ll see you for my shift tomorrow!” Rushing out of the library, and shouting a quick greeting to Hawes, Andy glanced at his Joltik at his little chirp. “I work in Nimbasa during the week, but on Sundays I volunteer at the museum and help Lenora, mostly with tours and the de-extinction program she runs.” Andy had made his peace with the fact that apparently he was the type to converse with his pokemon like they were a fully fledged person asking him what he did for work.

“Okay, we’ll drop these off, grab a bite to eat, and then I’ll take you straight to the Pokecenter!” Thankfully, since Nacrene City was a decent size and had at one point been home to a gym, there was a Pokecenter right in the middle of town. It was a building Andy had never gone in except maybe once or twice and it took more effort than it should have to force himself into the building once he was finally in front of it.

“Welcome!” The Nurse Joy at the counter called out in greeting, Andy staring at her before attempting his own greeting.

“Does your name have to be Joy to work here or do you change it once you get the job?” Andy slapped a hand to his face, so beyond grateful that he seemed to be the only one in the main lobby at the moment and that the only ones to witness his shame was the Nurse Joy and his new Joltik.

Luckily, blessedly, Nurse Joy laughed, Andy peeking through his hand to see she was smiling, “Actually, the ‘Joy’ is a part of the title. It’s easier for younger kids to remember when they’re on their journeys and makes each Pokecenter feel safe and familiar!” Oh. That was… kind of sweet and even a little cute, actually. “Speaking of, do your pokemon need healing today?” Okay. He could do this.

“Sort of. I’m, uh, not really a trainer, but I just got this little guy and he needs to be registered,” Andy explained, walking up to the counter and gently prying Joltik off his shoulder and setting him on the counter.

“Of course, I can help you with that no problem,” Nurse Joy smiled, looking down at her computer as she began to type. “Can you give me your name and date of birth?” Andy did so, glancing down to cut the little bug off when he started trying to scuttle off the counter and back onto him. “Hm, I don’t see you in our system… Have you ever registered a pokemon before?”

Ah, and here came the embarrassment. “Not, uh- Not really.” Nurse Joy looked up at him, Andy ready to grab his Joltik and flee out the door to never be seen again due to his shame when she simply smiled.

“That’s alright, I can get you set up right now. Would you like to register for a full Trainer ID?” There was no way it was that easy, right? Some part of what he was thinking must have shown on his face, Nurse Joy smiling. “In the Kanto region children go on their journeys at ten. The usual age here is around fifteen and sixteen, but the minimum requirement is twelve. We try to make it simple.”

“Oh,” Andy said softly, thinking back for a moment to old, familiar words from his mother, lecturing him because, You can’t trust anyone who helps with that Gym Challenge. Not the leaders, not the trainers, and not even those nurses. They’re all eager to rush children like you into danger! They make it so complicated and hard to understand and then kids get hurt!

Andy swallowed, shaking the thoughts off and aiming for a smile, “Yeah, actually, a full Trainer ID would, uh, that’d be good.”

“Alright, while I get started on that, if you could return your Joltik to their pokeball then I’ll get them checked out and registered.”

Overall, it wasn’t as complicated and hard to understand as he thought it’d be. It took about half an hour to get through everything, but soon enough Andy was looking at a printed out version of his ID and a quick page summary of his Joltik and what he could do. Even Nurse Joy seemed surprised.

“Wow! Still on his first level and already he knows so many moves as well as Cross Poison. Someone must have worked very hard to breed this little one!” Cross Poison. Andy knew that move after having registered it at work one day. It was not a move a Joltik naturally knew, as far as he was aware. “Have you decided on a name for him?”

“A name?” Andy blinked because that- He should not have just realized he had not yet named his Joltik. Then again, he had been a little caught up on ruminating on just how many cakes he now owed Ingo and Emmet for giving him a shiny Joltik with Cross Poison. “I, uh- Can I think on it a while longer?”

“Of course! You can register his name from your personal device, as well, whenever you’re ready to decide. Until then, is there anything else you need help with?”

“No,” Andy said after a moment of thought. “I think we’ll be good.” The Joltik gave a sudden jump, sparking a little as if in agreement before settling back down. It was as startling as it was adorable. “Alright, little guy, we’re going, we’re going. Thanks for all your help, Nurse Joy!”

“Of course! Have a good day and we hope to see you again!” Waving goodbye, Andy quickly left the Pokecenter, glad he was able to get out before any traveling trainers had emerged with their pokemon. Andy was just fine dealing with his Joltik. He’d rather not look over and see a giant Onix in his face anytime soon, as far as he was concerned.

“Okay. Okay, that wasn’t so bad,” Andy mumbled to himself, looking back down to the sheet of paper in his hand. “I really should have tried to give you back, I think,” Andy said softly, reading over the moves of Cross Poison, String Shot, Spider Web, and Leech Life. “This is the type of set up battlers use, isn’t it?”

The Joltik gave off a few sparks, nuzzling at the spot between Andy’s shoulder and neck and sending him laughing before he could stop himself. When he managed to hold the little guy still after shoving away the paper and his Trainer ID into his bag, he was still giggling even as he pouted, “Okay, okay! You made your point. I’m stuck with you and you’re stuck with me.”

Andy stared at the pokemon in his hands, hardly more than five inches long and not even two pounds and yet already knowing a powerful poison move. “Jeez… a bug type with a poison move. You’re everything she told me to be afraid of.” The Joltik twitched his little fangs — pedipalps — and Andy tried for a smile. “My mom was… complicated.” Silent, he shook his head. “I should be scared of you. You’re a bug type with a poison move. You’re supposed to be terrifying, and dangerous, and everything else she told me.”

Instead he was warm. He was warm and soft and when Andy looked at him he remembered a steady voice asking if he was alright and a lively voice telling him a stupid pun. “You know you won’t ever be doing any battling with me, right? I can’t even handle a stray Purrloin walking by me without getting scared, so if you’re here to battle… It’s like I told you last night. It won’t work.”

The Joltik nuzzled at his thumb, eyes squinting up as he made more of those rumbling little chirrups that were almost like purrs. Andy blew a puff of air down at him. “Alright, no need to be so smug, you made your point. On to more important matters, we should really think of a name for you-”

Barking. Loud barking was cracking through the air and Andy shot his head up to see a Herdier running straight for him, not slowing down and Andy had seen what Herdiers could do and Lenora’s had the power to take out fully grown pokemon bigger than humans so what could one do to him-

Tripping. The Herdier was tripping over the sudden appearance of white string around its legs before it was falling to the ground and coming to a stop. Andy couldn’t do anything but stare because he realized that wasn’t white string. That was webbing. That was the move String Shot.

Andy looked down to his hands, still cupped and held in front of him, to see his Joltik was puffed up and giving off sparks as it squeaked down at the Herdier, who started whining softly. It looked like the little guy was lecturing the other pokemon.

“Okay,” Andy said when the lecturing seemed to stop. “No battling, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see just what all it is you can do.” Starting to walk again, heart pounding and racing in some mix of terror and relief, Andy took a breath. “You’re also getting a lot of batteries when we get home.”

The squeaking was adorable. The uncontrolled sparks that had him fighting to not drop the little guy were less so.

#Pokemon #submas #my writing #original #bound by Choice #a couple of people have been enjoying this #and those people are ones I will now kill for

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 5 months ago

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Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 40 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

While I had intended for us to be at each other's throats as soon as we entered our room, a crazy idea popped into my head before we reached the stairs in the pack-house.

"Let's dance," I suggested, interlocking our fingers as the door shut behind us.

Vince's head tilted.

"Dance?"

I hummed, placing my hands along his shoulders.

They tensed for a second before melting under my hands.

"It'll be fun, I promise."

"I can't dance," he admitted, resting his hands on my waist.

Resting my head against his shoulder, I let us sway to non-existent music.

"Neither can I."

'We'd best start practicing for our first dance,' I almost added.

Talking about weddings would probably overwhelm him already if this hadn't.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" he muttered under his breath.

"You seem to know what you're doing."

I laughed.

"It's just stepping. Nothing fancy."

He hummed, an incredulous look flashing on his face as he continued to sway, following my steps.

If anything, it resembled a sloppy waltz but I didn't care, seeing him relax and unwind like this was a gift in of itself.

Though he seemed to enjoy the attention at his birthday party, I could tell some of it was overwhelming.

It was all new to him and with that many people, I could see the small walls he was projecting to some of them.

He deserved some privacy after being in such a spotlight all these years.

Here, it was just us.

I let the silence and my presence calm him down, letting the steady sway of our bodies give him the space to relax his mind and body.

When he was ready, he whispered,...

"Simon."

"Yes?"

I looked up at him, his eyes almost giving himself away.

"You're sure about this?"

The concern was something I was used to, the doubt and residual fears still weighing in his mind.

Though, I understood his apprehension.

To others, this may have been too soon, considering we only recently reconciled but the connection and bond strumming between us transcended all of it.

We knew this was the next step, knew this was exactly what we wanted.

Vince just needed a little reminding and encouragement to go after the things he had believed in pushing down all those years.

With me, he didn't need to hold back and if he weren't ready for this, I wouldn't push it but judging by the look in his eyes, he was ready, too, merely asking out of habit.

"A hundred percent," I reassured.

"Hundred and ten, actually."

A faint chuckle escaped him.

"I don't know how a birthday could get any better than this."

"I'll get creative," I teased before pressing my lips to his.

I let him lead as I pulled our bodies close, mentally cursing the clothes still on us.

My patience for bearing his mark was waning, we weren't getting any younger but I didn't want to rush either.

Being here, wrapped in his arms as we swayed to invisible music, felt right.

One of his hands intertwined with mine, his eyes traveling to our bed.

"Let me," he said, guiding me to the edge of the bed, his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Before I could question it, he knelt between my knees, with one hand on my knee and another circling around my lower back.

I sucked in a breath at seeing him looking up at me with desire.

"I want to treat you. Like you did for me last time."

The corner of my lip raised in amusement, finding this position doing wonders for my imagination.

It wasn't that long ago I was in the same position, looking up at him with those same eyes, with him on his knees, I wasn't sure I'd last long.

"It's your birthday, I should be treating you."

His eyes trained on my lips like they held the keys to the world.

"And if I want to treat you?"

My cheeks pinked, his eyes peering into mine as he leaned closer.

I let out a shaky breath, aware his hand was inching closer up my thigh.

"I can't say no to the birthday boy's wish."

He smirked against my lips before giving me a tender kiss.

Hungry for more, I curled my fingers into his bicep, pulling him close until our lips met again.

Heat pooled below, our clothes still annoyingly separating us.

As if reading my mind, Vince's hands slid under my shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Desperate to keep his lips on mine, I tugged at his bottom lip and blindly pulled the shirt up my chest.

Saliva dripped from his lip as he parted, his mouth ducking down to leave butterfly kisses against my exposed midriff.

I yanked the shirt off, tossing it haphazardly across the room, before returning my hands to my mate.

He moaned against my skin as my fingers ran through his dark locks.

As his lips trailed lower to the waistband of my pants, my grip tightened, my knees instinctively closing in on him, urging him closer and closer.

I reached for my pants, eager to free myself from the constraints but Vince nipped the skin above my belly button.

"Let me," he chided, placing his hand above mine, the other wrapping around to curl his fingers into my lower back, pulling me closer to him.

Before I could say anything, his hand pulled at my pants and underwear, releasing the pressure instantly.

My breaths were already shaky and the night's only begun but with his face a mere inches from my groin, I could spot the hesitation in his eyes.

"You don't have to."

He shook his head, resolve growing.

"I've just never..."

Though it was his first time, it didn't matter how skilled or sloppy he was, just him in front of me was enough.

"It's okay."

With a reassuring smile, he pressed a kiss against my side, his hand gripping the base.

Vince experimented around, going from light touches to firm grips, almost gauging my reaction at each movement, carefully taking intel about what elicited a reaction out of me.

Little did he know, it wouldn't be long until I unraveled, certainly not with how he looked up at me from such a vulnerable position.

He took his time teasing me, running his fingers along my length, occasionally trailing over the sensitive spots on my stomach and upper thighs before pressing a finger to the tip.

When he used both hands, I couldn't help but moan, arching my pelvis toward him and then, with a few more strokes, he leaned his head forward, his breath against my dick, nearly pushing me over the edge.

Moon Goddess, I couldn't tell if I wanted him to keep doing that or stop so I could settle down.

I needed more than just his tantalizing hand-job.

He moved his hands away, placing them against my thighs, slowly spreading them apart for better access.

He pressed a kiss against my length and it took everything in me not to buck upwards, the feeling of his lips sending a wave of heat through my stomach.

Experimentally, he stuck his tongue out, licking up to the tip while one of his hands returned to my stomach.

Certain I'd have permanent goosebumps, my hand gripped his wrist, squeezing it like a lifeline as he slowly took the tip into his mouth.

He took his time, likely getting accustomed to the new sensation while looking at me for guidance.

When he was pleased with my heated reaction, he continued, slowly taking more and more of me into his mouth.

He struggled at first, his tongue unsure what to do at times from the intrusion but he was determined and it wasn't long before I had to brace myself on my elbows, my hands gripping the sheets to try and reel in the orgasm.

He choked as my hips shifted, angling into him deeper than I intended.

"Are you okay?" I said breathily, watching as he retreated to recover before going back at it.

He nodded, my length still in his mouth and that sight alone sent me back to the edge instantly.

From this angle, I couldn't see the bulge in his pants but judging from his fidgeting, I could tell the tight pants weren't helping his case.

As he got used to utilizing his tongue, I rested my foot against his thigh, teasing him as he teased me, it was only fair.

He moaned against me, his eyes rolling as he took me in deeper.

"Vince..."

The sensation hit me harder and faster than I had time to tell him, the pleasure spilling over as I bucked into his mouth.

My abs tightened as I tried to pull him off of me but he was taking it all in stride, something I hadn't expected him to do and by the looks of it, he was just as surprised.

My release dribbled out the side of his mouth as he pulled off of me.

His lips looked swollen and a dazed look in his eyes had me guessing that he either had been tipped over the edge or was in shock, possibly both.

Though uncomfortable and still feeling the effects, I sat back up, wiping the residual cum off his face before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

"You didn't have to..."

He made a face.

"It tasted a little weird, salty."

"You could've spat it out."

"It caught me off guard," he admitted.

The blush grew as he mumbled under his breath...

"I panicked."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"So you..."

"Don't tease me."

He laughed, too, as his hands pulled me closer to him.

"But it's so much fun," I said, pressing my foot closer to his clothed crotch.

He hissed, likely cursing himself for not taking his pants off earlier.

The fact he was still fully clothed was criminal.

I leaned forward, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.

"Come on, I shouldn't be the only one shirtless."

He grinned, covering my hand with his before slipping the shirt over his broad shoulders.

"Better?"

I hummed.

"Not yet."

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Sam my love I’ve missed you this week😭😭😭 I have MANY things to catch you up on and I fear it’s gonna be a two parter 😭 (I’ll try not to yap too much lol)

WDYM SAM IVE MENTIONED THE HARRY WITH A BREEDING KINK?!? BESTIE😭😭😭😭 I wish my memory wasn’t shit so I could remember 😔 BUT I LOVE BEING SURPRISED SO I CANT WAIT TO BE SENT INTO A FERAL SPIRAL HAHA

I thought I would HATE audio porn lol I hate asmr stuff so in my head I thought it would be like that but I’m glad it was not that lol and honestly I totally get being more into the plot! Bc that’s literally me!! And it’s always such a surprise when you do write smut and I love it lol

Omg AP stats and calc?!? I’m also not surprised you love calc and bestie that’s so cool of you! I love that your brain just get it ya know! Anyways I’m sure you’re doing a GREAT job at teaching both💕💕

You’re so kind 😭 and you’re so right about getting it for a deal I think maybe that’s why I’m obsessed lol being “basic” is fine like there’s a reason why it’s so loved because you can’t really fuck up lol I LOVEEEEE flowers in any form so I totally get it! Wait I love that you have a good dynamic with your students 😭 that’s so sweet!!!

The made to be couple is so amazing! Such a heartbreaking story when I read for the first time I’m pretty sure I cried at one point lol and another teacherry idea?! A WIN!!!

It actually hurt me so much too see how she was being used like that’s not normal😭😭(I’m the same but at least I can accept it now lol) and you know I love the classic “kitten” nickname it’s truly your trademark! So I don’t see anything wrong with having it for your stories plus poppy was cute and it made sense for the story! BESTIEEEEEE you have no idea how much I love that you’re even considering using a Spanish nickname! And yeah I do speak it and mi vida is very acceptable and common! Another common one would be “amor” or “cariño”! Also it was similar to Tulips BUT they are still so different if that makes sense!

I LOVE A NERD!!!! He’s sounds so amazing I can’t 😭 him being so into her and just caring enough about her to learn her interest😭 he’s definitely book bf material!

Aww thank you! It was my uncle who passed and oddly he was someone I enjoyed being around with lol but the whole process of being around family memebers is just a no for me! And like I simply can’t with them!! Anyways I’m glad that I’m not really alone in feeling like that!

Okay so this quarter is all psyc courses! All upper division and they are something lol bestie one of them is 3 HOURS😭😭😭 I won’t make it😭 but the topics seem interesting enough lol I have two that revolve around clinical treatment, assessment, and a bit of history behind psychology methods. Then one about development which seems cool since I already took a class about parenting! And one about eating disorders which I’m kinda the most excited about even if the grading scheme in that course sucks lol BUT SAM I HAVE A WIN!! I HAVE A HOT TA THIS QUARTER 🎉🎉🎉 idk if I’ve mentioned him before but I had him as a TA for my first year and when I tell you I was shocked when walking into that lecture hall… I was too stunned to speak!! He’s so hot to me I can’t 😭Anyways overall the professors seems nice but who tf knows at this point bestie I’ll probably be dying in two ish weeks when midterms start lol

I kinda had to dye it again bc my roots girl were so bad lol I now see how oddly fast my hair grows bc those roots were showing lol but honestly I find it every fun and freeing almost lol but i totally understand not wanting to commit because it is something you can’t easily fix! but if it’s not something you really want to do there’s nothing wrong with that!-💜

I've missed you so much! I'm sorry it was a busy week 😭

I can't wait to write it now hehehe 🤭

Obviously I'm obsessed with friends to lovers audio porn so I've been enjoying all the little lead up parts to the actual sex. I've mainly been skipping around the audios listening for the sweet parts of him telling her how beautiful she is and how much he likes her 😭😂 I think I just need a good audio book, right? Like that's what that means? Idk, I don't care either hahahaha. I think it'll help inspire a bit more smut (I may or may not be writing something now for Thursday 🤷‍♀️)

I think I cried during Made To Be multiple times. I'm def an angsty girl at heart 😂 This teacherry idea is going to be probs dumb but I don't care. I'm trying not to read too much into my own ideas because it's fiction and fun.

AMOR (OBVIOUSLY) and cariño I love that! Idk if I have a storyline for them yet. I also don't know if it would make sense for me to use it because I'm not sure I could tie in a reason (okay, hold on I'm envisioning a meet cute after a long day at work and Harry is just blown away by the girl at the bar of a Mexican restaurant because she's just obsessed with tacos, chips, and guac and probably margaritas--I know Harry loves tequila). I just don't want to offend anyone more than I probably do by being whiter than a piece of paper ☠ But I really love the sound of cariño 😭 like now it's all I'm going to think about for weeks. One of the book series I was reading called her gatita so I could see myself using both--okay, you've convinced me. I'll use some spanish hehehehehehe. I def got mi vida from Encanto 😭 I thought it was adorable and I could so see a lovesick Harry using it.

I love my family. I would do anything for them. But they're the worst. Whenever someone gets married and they play the shoe game I'm always the side of designated side of the family that's "who's side of the family is crazier" -_- It ain't much, but it's honest.

I'm OBSESSED!!!! Please share anything you feel like sharing about your studies. One of the many degrees I would love to get is psychology. I LOVE the brain. I think it's fascinating. 3 HOURS THOUGH. I love the sound of all your courses. Everything sounds fascinating. I'm so excited for you! I know it will be a lot but hopefully the interest will make it worthwhile.

Does that mean your TA has a cute nose?! 😂😂 Tell me about his forearms too 😭 I'm literally so excited about this. Send me tidbits for inspo. I'll be praying for you around midterms time 💕

I've always thought a burgundy reddish/purple would be fun for me but again, can't commit, lol. I've had the same hairdresser since I was a kid, she would probs have a stroke. I should just ask her what to do. See part of me doesn't want to deal with the upkeep either. You're a stronger woman than me. If I saw roots I would be like "That sucks, oh well." I swear sometimes I should have been a guy. I think the higher powers forgot to turn a few knobs and switches before sending me out into the universe 😂

✨See you in part 2!!! ✨

xoxo

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nothingofvaluewaslost · 1 year ago

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STORY: The -1st Hour of a Condemned Man

A short, hallucinatory story. An intimate look at a decapitation, and the time immediately after.

If you enjoyed it, you’re welcome to visit my Patreon.

The -1st Hour of a Condemned Man, by Christina Nordlander

That morning, he cannot bring himself to eat. The guard puts out butter and apricot jam, and he feels the scents and his body does not react to them, as though it is already on the other side.

They lead him through the narrow, flaking corridors of the Grande Roquette. The smells of wet plaster. His sense has begun to waver and fail, in jolts, like a dandelion ball that continually scatters and snaps back to the centre. Perhaps he can work it into a rhythm so that it scatters again just before the steps and the scaffold of wooden boards.

The quadrangle, the cart. The world is sharp starts of light.

He takes the five steps up to the scaffold without stumbling, almost without noticing the guards. It is as though something pulls him up and up. The fear has abandoned him, here in the last ten steps where it can no longer achieve anything.

He sees a bit of grey sky through the round opening in the pillory.

One of the guards presses him down to kneeling. The wood of the collar scrapes against his bare skin, and the sensation yanks him back.

The executioner lays the beam across the nape of his neck and slides the latches on both sides. The prisoner cannot try to make out his face. He can no longer crane his head upwards to see the blade.

In the middle of a breath he hears the rope snap, like a huge bowstring, musical. A dark shadow flickers above the back of his head, and a cold draught makes the thin hairs flutter around his ears, and the block shudders.

He never feels the edge, the wound, but he thinks he can hear the sound when a vertebra is sliced off. Now he falls. Pale sky and rain-grey façades, a yellow light in a window, tumble about one another, landing wrong.

Now he lies in the straight-lined and white-scrubbed crate, open against the driving clouds. He has a thundering in his ears, as if the report of the blade against the block is still sounding there. It is no longer the same sound, but it has the same strength. There is a rushing and sloshing there, too. For a while he thinks it is coming from the clouds. The crowd must make a noise, but he cannot hear anything over that tumult.

Something is swamp wet below his cheek. He tries to turn over. He cannot do it. There is only a spoliating, paralysing pain at the back of his neck, as if the noise has taken sensible form. He sees it like something ungainly and silvery, as if the guillotine blade has been grafted on him, replacing his body.

The insight comes slowly. The thoughts hitch and coagulate.

His sensation of his body is starting to distort on the outside, as if it is something very small, smaller than the tin soldiers he cast with Conradin and Raoul.

He is something small. The wooden crate fills his world, behind the edges of his vision. He sees a black knot-hole. The board around it has been scrubbed until the grain stands out like cramped sinews.

The wetness is pumped out underneath him. It is blood. He cannot smell it, but it sucks and congeals underneath him, like blood, a liquid halfway to a surface of gutta-percha. It mats his hair and glues his eyelid on one side.

His whole underside is an orifice that leaks. He is shaved clean on every side, he cannot even turn over. He has no claws or appendages to work on the world around him.

He cannot blink. His one eye is darkened with blood, the other is coated with a sparkling film, as though it is about to slough into something else. The summers down in Auvergne, blinding sprinklings of sunrays, the excursions where Father Philippe lifted up an adder with a forked stick and explained that it did not have eyelids, but a thick clear layer like horn on the outside of the eye. And he is a sinner and an evil-doer, so perhaps it is his change that has begun there. More fluid sweats out over the eye; the film grows thicker. The eyelid can only twitch. He can’t even see the movement. There is a cloudy edge of darkness around his field of sight.

If he is able to put his tongue out, he might set it into the bottom of the crate and knock himself onto his back. To his internal sight, the tongue has become a broad-based appendage run through with sinews. He cannot part his teeth, not even move it in his mouth. He has nothing. He has nothing to use, nothing that obeys him.

All he can see is the bottom, and the blood floats over it, closing around a few isles of light wood. It no longer makes him revolted. The blood is he, the inside of him. All he sees is how it darkens the surface in front. It is the ocean surface in front of a drowning man, but he no longer breathes. The one who does not breathe is protected from drowning. He can still feel it, as if every nerve he had in his body has moved up to his head, crowding the small space. He can feel it pushing high into one nostril and seaming his lips together. It forms a smooth surface across his mouth; there is no pressure to make it separate into strings. He can taste it, even though he can no longer breathe in to smell, and the deep, deep copper flavour does not enter between his lips, but from inside.

All he has in his ears is the howling of the blade, as if its draught has pushed out his eardrums, but he feels. He feels all the little twitches and inclines when two hands grip the crate.

He cannot scream. He cannot suck in air and press it out between his vocal cords and tongue and teeth and scream. Two hands that are not his lift his receptacle and bear it. He feels the knocks as he rolls, the soles on cobblestones. The legal servant carries it carefully enough, but violent pitches still come. One of them makes him roll over almost fully, so that he can look up at a face, a tired chin with parallel wrinkles, a hazy tip of a nose below the peak of a kepi. He no longer sees properly. Blinding spots have formed on his field of sight, as though in a sheet of paper that one holds too close to the fire, as if there is something on the other side.

He cannot quite see the legal servant, the light has started to consume his face, but if he had some way to get air, he could try to reach him with words. I can still see, I can still feel. For the love of God, do something to make me go out before the coffin! He fights the way he never fought in the prison cart, and he fancies that his tongue twitches and his jaw wrenches to the side. Perhaps the man sees it. For the love of Christ! He gets no air. He can form the words, but they are just voids.

Somewhere, on the scaffold or on the cart, his hands have stiffened in the fight to grab himself and keep him in place.

THE END

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Although John didn't allow himself to stare, he noticed the change in demeanor that followed the nudge he had given Heisenberg. There was the waning of a smile, a widened eye, and — was he imagining the faint sign of color that sprung to the other man's cheeks? Was it the sudden and further closeness that had done it, or the teasing? He supposed that, if it was anything, it was more likely to be some combination of both. However, as beats passed without acknowledgement of it, John considered how he had only ever witnessed red rising along Heisenberg's skin as a result of anger; replete with humor as it was, the reply which came soon after was not that, and his companion wasn't one to hold back in the face of perceived disrespect. No, if he hadn't mistaken it, then this was something else. His heartbeat sped a little quicker as he mused over it, but he liked it, just as he liked the way Heisenberg wanted to be in his space and the idea that the flush he thought he saw was real.

The notion faded from his mind when John glanced in the werewolf's direction at the tip of Heisenberg's head. Their quarry watched them with such detestation simmering behind those wary eyes. It reminded him of all the adjectives he had assigned the suspect prior to entering the junkyard ( sadistic, craven, pathetic ), some vocalized while others remained internal, and he still stood by them now; funny how Manning's fear of some of the Bureau's own not-exactly-human agents would be comparable to the dismay that was liable to be felt over the real monster in front of them. "I think he has a Shih Tzu at home, so he is a dog person." The amusement that threaded through his voice as he spoke also crept into his grin as his gaze shifted back to Heisenberg once more.

It quieted, however, at the repetition of John's question. ' For fun? ' It was stated as though it wasn't fully understood, like he had phrased it in a strange way that Heisenberg had never heard before. The displayed perplexity prompted a hollowed out sort of feeling in his chest. It was beyond the, ' regardless of the past, no one deserves that — ' of it all, reaching instead into the realm of, ' what if life had been the way it theoretically should have been? ' The conclusion to that question would never rework the irrevocability of history, but the future was always a choice. And after everything he had learned about Heisenberg since they first met ( not what he had read in a file, but what he had come to know as a result of proximity, conversation, and time ), John was curious in the best sort of way as to where that choice would lead.

"Choosing what you want to do all day or night, then knowing that you can just do it. That sounds pretty good." He tilted his head slightly. "The first time I really did that after I got out of the town I'd been stuck in my whole life, walking around under the streetlights — it was kinda great. And trying things can be almost as much fun as figuring out whether or not you actually like them, like going to the movies and realizing that the one you picked sucks but you enjoy watching it anyway. Maybe that's even why you end up enjoying it." A brief pause, as another smile played across his lips. "You'll have to tell me what you think about everything you try, because I want to know." Then, John tapped the side of Heisenberg's boot with the tip of his shoe. "But in the meantime, don't forget that Schubert date you promised me earlier either, all right?"

The sight of John trying and failing to hide an answering smile only made Karl's own grin settle in more. He'd never really expected it to be a thrill, finding ways to fluster and praise someone else, but here he was. Here they were. Though John's answering lean closer for a nudge was unexpected, it was the tease that followed which caused a little stumble in Karl's chest. The beginnings of a flush prickled high on his cheeks, his good eye widened, yet his broad smile didn't entirely fade. What really shook him, more than the tone or the closeness, was just how true it was. He'd said so first, but something about hearing it repeated back at him stripped it of the safe, lighthearted mantle he'd wrapped it in. Karl liked this. He liked not only getting to venture outside, but getting to do so with John. He liked how easily the other could trade banter, how well they were already working together, how it felt to succeed with John watching him. He liked it all, enough to not want to let go.

The other's mention of another question yanked Karl out of his abrupt realizations, grateful for a shift in topic. A silently deeper breath, some of which escaped in a light snort. "We'd better be. Or Manning's getting a new puppy in his office." A tip of his head toward the caged werewolf illustrated exactly what was meant. The actual question, however, took Karl aback a little and drew his gaze to John once more. "For fun?" he echoed, thoughtful, baffled, and trying to hide both under a thin veneer of easy confidence.

What had 'fun' been, or become? For decades, there was tinkering, smithing, watching the peons flee lycans like rats in a maze, getting on Alcina's nerves occasionally. Ethan Winters had been a bright spot, but that lasted like the wink of a setting sun. Then came his second imprisonment, with scarcely enough clarity to do more than dream of the ways he could kill his captors. Now...? Now freedom felt close enough to taste, and he was at a loss what he'd even do with it.

"Whatever I want." That confident veneer didn't grow any sturdier. "Maybe go for a night on the town - or a day. Maybe both." It was almost embarrassing how the idea of merely taking a walk in a park for as long as he wanted sounded appealing.

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shycoconutt · 3 years ago

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I Need You (Kakashi x Reader Smut)

A/n: Oh boy do I got some smutty smut for you. This is my first time writing smut and I think I did okay! Please let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to send some requests my way! 🤍

Summary: You find yourself unbelievably horny waiting for Kakashi to get home from work. The night goes exactly as planned.

Word Count: 4200

Warnings: NSFW ( minors, there's the door -> 🚪), fem!reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style, cunnilingus

Gods, why am I so horny?

Sat in the reading chair in the corner of your and Kakashi’s bedroom, you find yourself unable to focus on the new novel you picked up at the bookstore this morning. Each time you try to focus on the words in front of you, your eyes start to drift off the page and fall on your bed across the room. The bed where Kakashi and you have had sex now maybe a dozen times. You two have been platonic partners for years, but it wasn’t until recently where you both allowed your feelings to blossom into romance. Some would say that your relationship with Kakashi came on fast, but those who say that don’t truly know either of you.

After the war, and after keeping your feelings for each other bottled down for years, Kakashi took you on a vacation to a quaint village on the outskirts of Konoha. During your stay, you two could finally relax and find comfort in each other. The future seemed less uncertain, and you allowed yourself to open up in ways you never had before. You both knew you loved each other, that you were meant for each other, but the stress of war and the lack of knowledge that either of you would come out alive prevented anything from happening. The last thing either of you wanted to do was take the other’s heart six feet under.

It was the third night on the trip when he proposed to you. Kakashi and you were naked together in the natural hot spring, embracing each other in the water. The words he spoke to you that night are etched in your brain, never to be forgotten.

“My whole life I’ve been fighting; fighting for Konoha, fighting for my team, fighting for our friends, fighting my demons, fighting the truth, and fighting the feelings I have for you. I never understood why it was so hard to escape you, but it isn’t until now where I finally understand. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Our love is so natural, so pure. It pains me to know that our reality has muddled it for so long. You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life, and the gods only know how thankful I am that you have been by my side through it all. Everything I’ve ever gone through, every challenge I’ve had to overcome, you’ve guided me along the way. I used to think I was undeserving of your love, but now that we both are standing here, bruised and battered by our past, I realize that it was always supposed to be this way. You and me. Forever.”

That was the night you and Kakashi shared your first kiss. The night you first held each other in a naked embrace. The night you touched the skin normally concealed under each other's clothes. The night you trailed kisses down his chest, to his stomach, his hip, and up his shaft. The night you grabbed him in your hand and stroked him while looking into his eyes. The night you felt his tongue draw across your nipples. The night you felt him suck and nibble at your neck. The night you felt his fingers, god his fingers, trace up your wet heat to rub onto your most sensitive spot. The night he held onto your hip and slid into your tenderness. The night you whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears while he pumped into you. The night you made love, four times.

It’s been a week since your mini-vacation of ultimate bliss. Immediately after arriving back to the village, you both moved out of your individual apartments and moved into the Hatake estate, per Kakashi’s request. When you asked him if this is truly what he wanted, he assured you that this was the place he wanted to make a home with you and your future children. He also liked that the estate is largely removed from the Hokage tower, where he will be spending the majority of his time in the future. Renovations are far from over, but your bedroom was the first area of the house to be set up. It’s your shared sanctuary, and to be completely honest, you’ve never felt more at home.

The only word to describe this week between you and Kakashi is passionate. Even with opposite schedules, you both make time for one another every day. You’ve been insanely busy at your new job that you acquired post-war, spearheading the mental health resource center for war veterans and shinobi still in active duty. Kakashi is busy shadowing Tsunade while she sorts out post-war rehabilitation plans for the village. This is your first day off and, unfortunately, Kakashi is out doing future Hokage duties. Though frustrating, both of you are super understanding of each other's roles in this village and you respect that time with each other may be limited in the coming years. That’s why any chance you get, you both check in on each other throughout your day. Whether it’s offering to take his ninken on a walk while he’s in the office, or him bringing you breakfast when you get to work, you find opportunities to be present in each other’s daily lives.

The evenings, however, are a whole other story. Both of you are usually home a little after eight, and you’ve adapted to having late dinners with each other. After cleaning up, the rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in each other. One thing you weren’t expecting about being with Kakashi is that he is constantly touching you when you are alone together. His hands are either on your thighs, wrapped in your hair, caressing your face, squeezing your arms, massaging your shoulders, touching your lips, or any other way he can get them on you. You crave his touch, so to say that you enjoy this side of him is an understatement. Not only does Kakashi adore touching you, he also adores being touched.

Touching leads to caressing, caressing leads to groping, and groping leads to passionate lovemaking.

Well, geez (y/n), maybe if you stopped daydreaming about Kakashi’s hands all over you then you wouldn’t be this goddamn horny.

Here’s the thing with you and Kakashi’s newfound sex life. You are in the early stages. All the sex you have is all about romance, making up for the lost time, and finally expressing your feelings with your body. It’s amazing and you wouldn’t change your lovemaking for the world.

But right now, you don’t desire lovemaking. You desire rough, animalistic, dirty, dirty sex.

The kind of sex that makes you shudder in desire and fear.

The kind of sex that makes in between your legs sore the next day.

Realizing you’ve been daydreaming for the past fifteen minutes, you close your novel shut and toss it aside. You look over at the clock on your nightstand to find that it’s almost time for Kakashi to be home. Usually, you would already be cooking something up for dinner, but you have a feeling that any food you make would just get cold. Eating is not your priority right now, Kakashi is.

A devious smile forms at your lips when you consider what you plan on doing with him when he walks through the front door. Should you take him right there? Get down on your knees and beg for him? Run a warm, candle-lit bath? Put whip cream on your tits and tell him that you’re his dinner? All great options, but none are really representative of how much you need him.

In one swift movement, you are up off your chair and running towards your closet. He could be here any minute and there’s no time to waste. Once there, you take in how disorganized your closet is. You have yet to unpack any of your clothes, as all you’ve worn the past week is your jonin uniform and your pajamas. Rummaging through the boxes sprawled out on the floor, you finally find which box you are looking for. The box looks like any other box, but written on the side in marker is the word intimates.

Bingo.

One might think you are a sex fiend with all the lingerie you own, but that is far from reality. The truth is, lingerie has always made you feel sexy. Most of all, it’s just so pretty. You love the power it gives you. You love the fact that no one knows that some days you are wearing the world’s skimpiest lingerie underneath your uniform. It’s like you have an edge on someone that they don't even realize. Also, when you did happen to end up in bed with a man, you were over-prepared. The look on their faces when you stripped off your clothes was priceless. It was your way of telling them that you expected them to want you.

There are way too many options to choose from, and you find yourself starting to panic as time passes on. You know you’re overthinking this as, honestly, Kakashi would love anything you put on. Some things you know about Kakashi are that his favorite color is blue, he loves your thighs and is obsessed with how soft your skin is. Therefore, you should obviously go for the baby blue lace and silk set. It includes a lace balconette bra, a thong connected to thigh garters, and a silk robe to go over the top. After putting it on and taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you knew you made the right choice.

Before finding a comfortable spot on the bed, you quickly grab some baby oil and rub it all over your body. The oil will allow Kakashi to slide his hands all over you effortlessly, which is exactly what you need. Satisfied, you grab your book and lay on top of your made bed. You weren’t planning on actually reading, but you think your casualness while wearing such a sexy outfit will have Kakashi’s head spinning.

So there you were, belly down, ass out, feet intertwined, book in hand, when you heard the lock click and the front door open. Perfect timing.

You could hear Kakashi kick off his shoes and take off his vest as he walked into your home. Usually, you would be standing in the kitchen where he would come and give you a warm embrace and kiss you until you told him that he has to eat dinner. But, you're not there, and you can sense his confusion.

“Where’s my babygirl?” Kakashi’s voice projects throughout the house, a hint of concern in his voice. You smile at the thought of the pout that’s probably on his face right now.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been caught up in my new book. I’m in the bedroom,” you call back to him.

You hear what sounds like a sigh of relief as his footsteps make their way down your hallway in the direction of your bedroom, the sounds of pieces of his uniform dropping off of him every few steps. You make sure to keep your head turned to the door so you can take in his reaction to your state.

“Oh, the new book you got this morning? How is it? Let me guess, you already finished-”

An indescribable feeling shoots through your whole body as Kakashi enters your bedroom. He just finished pulling his mask down his face, as his hand is still caught to the fabric pooling around his neck. With a smile on your face, you soak in his expression as he’s stood in the entrance of your room, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and his mouth still agape in mid-sentence. His eyes dart back and forth from your face to the bottom of your ass that’s hanging out of your silk robe.

Damn, you really did that (y/n).

“What’s wrong, Kashi?” You say in the most innocent voice you can muster. You bat your eyelashes and flip over to sit up so he can get a good look at you. You let your book drop off the bed and land on the floor.

There’s another pause before Kakashi slowly walks towards you on the bed. Without speaking, he reaches a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up so you're kneeling on the bed as he stands in front of you. His dark eyes bore into yours as both of his hands drop to your thighs. Slowly, he grazes them up over your hips, your waist, up the sides of your breasts, to wrap around the back of your neck. You can feel the hairs on your skin stand in anticipation. With his hands still wrapped around you, he brings his head down to you and grazes his mouth on your jawline. From there he plants small kisses up the side of your face until he reaches your ear where he nibbles before speaking to you in a strained, low tone.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, (y/n).”

He must have felt you shudder because you could feel him smile against your cheek. Standing up straight again, Kakashi’s hands drop to the tie of your robe around your waist.

“May I?” he asks, giving you the sexiest look you’ve ever seen. Kakashi has been so effortlessly attractive since you met when you were young. Having these intimate moments with him almost seems surreal.

“Of course, Hatake,” you smile up at him.

Taking the tie in his hands, he starts to unravel the knot keeping your robe together. Once loose, he lets it fall over your shoulders and off your body completely.

After a few moments taking in the sight of you, Kakashi lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head.

“You’re so out of my league,” he confesses to you.

You let out a small giggle.

“Absolutely not,” you protest.

Without missing a beat, Kakashi grabs on to you and tosses you back on the bed so you are laying down underneath him. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head while the other cups your breast. Pulling the fabric of your bra down, he kneads your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. One of his knees lands in between your legs and he brings it up to press on to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes as you feel him all around you.

“So what’s the deal?” Kakashi teases. “I leave you alone in the house for one day and I come back to this?” He looks down at your body and back up again. “Where did you get this outfit, hm?”

“Oh baby,” you start teasing him back, “I guess one thing you don’t know about me yet is that I wear lingerie like this all the time.”

“Oh really?” he questions.

“Yep, all the time.” You smirk at what you’re about to say next. “Actually, remember that one time we were stationed together in the Earth country for a month for that S-rank assassination mission?”

Kakashi nods, confused where you’re going with this story.

“We let our guards down and almost hooked up the last night before we came back to the village.”

“I remember.”

“Well,” you pause for effect, “guess what I was wearing underneath my uniform that night?”

Kakashi remains silent, brows furrowed waiting for you. You smile at him deviously as you say your answer.

“This.”

Kakashi lets out what can only be described as an aroused, defeated groan when you utter your confession. He quickly comes back down and your mouths crash together in a heated frenzy. It isn’t until now when you realize that his bulge is hard against your leg, asking to be broken free from the confinement of his pants. While making out, you reach down and slip your hand under his waistband and grab onto his throbbing cock, stroking it in your hand. Although rock hard, the skin of his cock is soft and velvety.

Kakashi moans in your mouth when you make contact with him, but quickly escapes your grasp and gets up off of you. Sprawled out on the bed, you watch him strip down naked in front of you, starting with his shirt, then his pants and briefs. His body is truly something to marvel at, as decades of being a ninja have carved his body into perfection. You love the way his member slaps against his lower stomach when he pulls it from its confinement, excited and eager for you. He stands for a moment, contemplating what to do with you.

“I don’t want to take that pretty outfit off of you just yet. I guess I’ll just have to work around it for now,” Kakashi says as he stands at the end of the bed. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him and bends your legs upward until your knees meet your chest. Holding both of your legs up with one hand, he takes the other and spanks your ass cheek with a loud slap. You whimper from the sting while he rubs the mark he left. Kakashi sucks in another loud breath.

“Ugh, (y/n), you look so good for me.”

Before you can respond, Kakashi takes your thong and slides it over so you are exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he brings his face to your glistening cunt and flattens his tongue against it. There he gives you one long lick up your slit to taste you. A moan erupts from him as your wetness meets his taste buds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” Kakashi breathes before going in to suck on you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess through your moans. “I only get this wet for you.”

“That’s because you're mine and mine only.”

Kakashi takes his time with you, almost as if this is his last meal on earth and he wants to savor it. He’s delicate in some moments and fierce in others. Incorporating his fingers, he slides them into you and curves them up to hit your g-spot repeatedly while eating you. Your hand instinctively cradles his face while the other intertwines with his silver locks. You start to feel tightness in your lower stomach as he brings you close to climax. The sound of his moans muffled inside you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Kakashi, baby, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” Kakashi nods, giving you permission to let go.

Letting go of Kakashi, you grip onto the sheets around you, feeling the tightness build and drop out of you. Closing your eyes, the waves of ecstasy ripple throughout your body causing you to scream out in pleasure. Riding with you, Kakashi slowly continues to work you through your climax, cleaning up whatever juices spill over.

“Good girl,” He says to you while bringing your legs back down onto the bed. Slowly, he kisses up your thighs while hooking onto your thong, bringing it down off of them. While he does this, you reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. Once the thong is thrown aside as well, Kakashi lifts himself off the floor and flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, another smack landing on your ass cheek. The high from your orgasm is immediately replaced with anticipation for what he plans on doing to you next.

You feel Kakashi’s naked body slide on top of you until he's flush against your skin, his body completely enveloping yours. Once his face is level with yours, and his cock is hard against your backside, he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Are you ready for me?” Kakashi whispers into your ear.

You nod into the mattress, chest rising and falling with every strained breath.

“You need to use your words, (y/n),” Kakashi scolds you while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you, Kakashi. Please, I need you.” Your words come out as a plea, not being able to take his absence any longer.

You feel Kakashi’s weight lift off of you as he reaches around your waist and lifts it up so your ass is tilted upwards. From there you can feel him position his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness.

“Please, Kashi, I need your cock inside me,” you beg.

Without further hesitation, you feel every inch of him slide into your folds until he’s bottomed out inside you. The feeling of him deep within you sends you into euphoria and you can feel yourself tighten around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kakashi whispers.

Starting off slow, he pumps into you with control. You feel pleasure and pain as Kakashi kisses your neck while grabbing onto your hair. After each thrust you feel him going faster and harder, your bodies smacking against each other. To gain more leverage, he lifts off of you and brings you up onto your hands and knees. With his hand gripping your shoulder, he pumps into you with ferocity.

“For years I’ve touched myself thinking about getting to fuck you like this baby. You’re so beautiful and so good to me. Everything about your body draws me to you,” Kakashi says in between moans. You feel him start to twitch inside you, his thrusts getting more out of control. You look over your shoulder and meet his gaze.

“We deserve this baby. You deserve this. Give me everything.” You both know your words mean more than just sex, and Kakashi relishes them.

Lifting you up by your neck, Kakashi brings you toward him so you're both kneeling while he continues thrusting inside of you. He brings one hand around your front to circle your clit and the other cups your breast. Your hands lift up behind you to grab onto his face. Turning your head to him, you kiss him with every ounce of passion you have left. This new position is hitting you at your core and you can feel yourself tighten again. Kakashi must have felt it too, as he broke free from your mouth to tilt his head back in pleasure. Without exchanging words, you know you both are at your limit.

With a few last staggering thrusts, both of you reach climax in unison. Feeling yourself go limp, Kakashi wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. You feel streams of his hot semen pool inside of your contracting walls. With Kakashi’s moans singing in your ear, you can’t help but smirk at his vulnerability. With him still inside, you hold onto each other, trying to catch your breaths. After a few beats, you both begin to laugh at your exasperated states.

“Stay here, I’m going to get a towel,” Kakashi says while shifting out of you. After pulling a towel from the cupboard in your bathroom, Kakashi brings it to you and cleans up between your legs. Before you have time to move, Kakashi picks you up bridal style and spins you around in his arms.

You scream and start to laugh as he plants kisses all over your face. “Kakashi!”

“Hm?” he hums in your ear, pretending he didn’t just lift you with little to no effort.

Holding you up with one arm, he grabs a blanket off the bed and carries you to the chair in the corner of your room. There he sits down and places you sideways on his lap so you’re facing each other. He then takes the blanket and wraps it around you both so you can stay warm while cuddling each other. Kakashi has always had a knack for knowing exactly what you want at any given moment.

“I thought we could get some inspiration for our next round,” Kakashi says with a smirk as he pulls out a copy of Icha Icha Tactics from underneath the cushion.

“What? How did that get there?” you laugh.

“Oh, I have multiple copies of these everywhere,” he jokes, waving the book in the air.

You laugh and lightly hit his chest. Tucking the blanket up closer to your face, you lay your head down on Kakashi’s shoulder while he flips open to a page in the book.

Before he starts to read to you, Kakashi lifts your chin to kiss you. Every time your lips touch his, flashes of your joint past enters your mind. Although it was hard, and you faced many difficult trials on the way, you are forever thankful that you were both able to live long enough to experience these moments. You took care of each other, lifted each other up when they were in the dirt, and now you can finally share the love you’ve always held for each other. You wouldn’t change any of it. After your kiss, before pulling away from you, Kakashi looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You smile up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I love you too, Kakashi. Forever.”

A/n cont.: Well, whattdaya think? :)

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pearlycastiel · 3 years ago

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𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧' 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

description || dean gets a frantic phone call from his daughter after school, vampires who were about to kidnap her, leads to a very pissed off dean who would do anything to get his baby back.

pairing || dean winchester x daughter!reader, sam winchester x niece!reader, castiel x platonic!reader, jack kline x platonic!reader

warnings || angst, kidnapping, minor language, fluff at ending

word count || 1,068

a/n || hello anon who requested this! i hope you enjoyed this.

DEAN WAS ON HIS laptop, researching erratic deaths to see if he and his brother can potentially find another case.

You were currently at school, sitting in the cafeteria with the toxic masculine people and of course, the bitches. You didn’t have many friends at school, but that didn’t matter considering your family was all you needed.

Most of the time, you would text your dad about the drama that was going around the school and it was even more entertaining with his hilarious responses.

Jack would also text you here and there to check in on how his sister figure was doing. There were times where Jack wished he was at school with you so you wouldn't be alone, but you assured him that you were fine.

School went by quickly thank goodness, and you were starting to walk outside of the school and put your earbuds in. Usually, Sam or Dean would be picking you up since they don't like it when you're alone at any time, but you told them that alone time was necessary.

As you were walking outside, the cool breeze hitting your face, the sound of leaves rustling made you turn your head, but there was nobody there. Shrugging your shoulders, you ignored it until footsteps started to gradually become louder, making your heart beat faster.

Now finally being paranoid, you whipped out your phone and dialed your dad's number. Dean answered on the second ring.

"Hey, baby, are you almost home?"

You didn't even answer his question as you spoke to him frantically with your breathing becoming labored.

"Dad, I think there's someone following me. I heard loud footsteps and there's nobody there. I'm starting to get scared." Dean noticed the fear and practically could hear your heartbeat beating out of your chest. You heard Sam, Cas, and Jack on the other line, asking multiple questions.

"Hey, Y/n, baby, stay calm, where are you I'm going to pick you up now." You could hear the eagerness and anger that was fuming through your phone. When it came to you, Dean would not hesitate to kill or hurt anyone, especially when it came to you. You're his everything and he couldn't live without you.

You were hiding behind the wall of an alley, holding your knife, hoping to lose the person who was potentially following you. Your father was still on the phone with you as you could hear the other voices of your family. Your ears perked up when you heard Cas' voice on the phone.

"Y/n, don't move wherever you're at. Your father and I are coming to you now." You obeyed Cas' orders and stayed put to where you were currently at.

"I think I lost them." You slowly turned your body to soon face your stalker and the unintentional gasp you let out, alerted your family with worry.

The person put a rag on your mouth, the harsh chemical smell of chloroform making you unconscious almost immediately. Your phone dropped to the ground, the screen shattering.

The person grabbed your phone and his heavy breathing was enough for Dean and your family to know that there was someone else on the other line.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch, you lay a finger on my daughter, I will not hesitate to kill you. I will find you." Dean's voice was low and fearful, even scaring Sam a little bit.

"Let's see if she will be alive after I suck the blood out of her."

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The excruciating pain in your head and your blurry vision were enough to make you notice that you were tied up in an abandoned warehouse.

"Well, well, well, look who's awake. How you feelin' pretty darling?" The man in front of you wore a leather jacket with auburn hair and blue eyes. The blood on his cheeks was enough to indicate that he was a vampire.

He tried to touch your cheek, but you retracted your head, making him gruff in annoyance.

"Who are you? Why did you take me?" Several other men walked into the room smug smiles plastered on their faces.

"You're a Winchester. You're useful for leverage," was all the man said. He grabbed your wrist and used his blade to cut it harshly, making you wince. He was about to put his blood with yours until the sound of the doors breaking off of its hinges made their heads turn.

Soon, Jack, Dean, Sam, and Cas showed up, angry and pissed. Dean had a straight face as he nonchalantly beheaded the vampires in front of him. Cas smote several vampires, as did Sam. Jack ran to your side and quickly healed your cuts and bruises.

"Y/n! Come on, let's get out of here." Jack picked you up bridal style and took you to the Impala, soon driving off with your family back to the Bunker.

ஓ๑♥๑ஓ

"Hey, she's awake!" You heard your uncle's voice as you opened your eyes to see your family running into your room. Dean was the first to hug you and he did for a very long time. A small tear fell down his cheek as he kissed your head.

"Dammit, Y/n that was too close. I don't know what I would do without you, baby."

"I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean to worry you." Dean stayed in your embrace. Cas put two fingers on your forehead to check for any further damage.

"Glad you're okay, Y/n. I was very worried about you," Cas said, seeing the worry lifting off of his shoulders. Everyone soon gave you a group hug, constricting your airways.

"Guys...can't...breathe." They chuckled lightly, releasing your body as well, making the room filled with laughter. "Now can you guys leave the room, I want to watch a movie?"

Everyone started to leave the room, but you called Jack's name, making him turn around.

"Not you, Jack. We're having a sibling night." The wide smile on Jack's face made you light up with joy.

"Hey, what about us?" Sam asked, sarcastically being offended.

"No old people allowed." Now, Dean, Cas, and Sam had genuinely offended faces. You and Jack only laughed as he closed the door with his powers.

The two of you eventually fell asleep mid way through the movie, to not know that the ‘older’ men were preparing to get revenge by pranking you and Jack from what you said earlier.

a/n: ahhh i might make a part two but idk yet. i hope you all enjoyed this!!

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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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title: Bet Me || domming the Seijoh Grads

a/n: anon who gave me this idea, I thought FOREVER about how to execute this and I just like- this happened while taking a shower ok. Iwa had it coming to him being the alpha dog

word count: 2.7k

tags: dom!reader, group sex (mmmmf), established relationship (on Oikawa’s end), bondage, handjob, slight degradation, edging, cockwarming, ruined orgasm, masturbation (male), oral( male and female), rimjob, cucking, male on male (penetration +oral), anal creampie, cocky Oikawa, brat taming Iwa, slightly dacraphilia, safe word mention (unused) petnames, uh probably something else but c’mon its fucking smut, unedited

character(s): Oikawa Tooru (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq) Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) Issei Matsukawa (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Tooru ran his mouth like a bullet train.

No one took him seriously when he toted about how amazing you were. Claiming you to be the best. Which, to Iwa’s, Makki’s and Mattsun’s surprise, that was notably a lot coming from the ladies man himself. Tooru’s taste in women came like his coffee order did, sweet and sweeter. So when the man came sporting some glamorous little bruises on his torso. Well, that lead to a bit of a bet.

“This won’t work.” Iwa scoffed at the idea, nearly rolling his eyes out of his head when the last bit of rope was secure, “She can’t do it since Shittykawa is just a wimp of course he cums easily!”

“You gonna bet me for that huh baby?” Standing above the man who was now tied at your feet seemed to leave you in a pretty domineering position now over him. Iwa wouldn’t give it up though. He was certain you couldn’t edge him until he cried.

If Iwa cried, then the bet was in your favor. Makki and Mattsun would without a doubt bow to your ability. Seeing though as no one had bested their friend since high school, neither of them saw much potential besides maybe a fun circle jerk out of this. Tooru on the other hand was nearly vibrating out of his own skin with excitement for the occasion.

“You’re gonna eat those words you know Iwa!” Tooru grinning. His best friend really had no idea what he was in store for. And he wasn’t going to tell him either.

Rolling your eyes you wave your boyfriend away and kneel down in front of the bulky athletic trainer. Searching his face. Paying almost no attention to his half a hard on even now, and you simply smile at him, “No kissing. And the safe word is teal, yeah?”

Iwa rolled his eye once more, “Yeah ok.”

Mattsun and Makki elbowed each other with a bit of a giggle between the two of them. They didn’t think you could do it but were certainly glad to not be in Iwa’s shoes. Only arms tired behind his back, Iwa was left in a precarious position when your hand ghosted over his cock.

Feathery touch of your fingertips down his thick shaft and Iwa scoffed. An offhanded comment about if that was the best you got then you should just jerk him off. Instead you let his words fall on deaf ears. Smiling as you took your hand away. Earning all eyes on you as you reached for what was simply a regular bottle of lube.

Drizzling it over Iwa’s cock until it ran down his shaft and between his balls to drip on the ground at his feet. You really had everyone’s attention now that his cock was slimy with lube and untouched. The peanut gallery snickered. Tooru said something in a husky mumble. But it was clear all three men were beginning to palm themselves through their pants. Iwa on the other hand, held firm that this would just be another handjob.

Which in reality you suppose it was. Your work slow and methodical. Wasn’t long before you realized Iwa was enjoying himself. Fingers dancing up and down his cock. The squelch of the lube when you squeezed his tip. Watching him roll his head back and savor the simple movement. Really besides his arms being tied behind his back this was all about to end like a normal handjob.

That was, until the first stringy bits of precum dripped from Iwa’s cock.

“Fuck- Right there-” His low guttural moan.

Indulgent and self centered. Iwa was about to cum and not a tear in sight. Even Makki and Mattsun who now shamelessly were jerking themselves off weren’t surprised by the outcome. But like he knew something they didn’t, Tooru had his hands off himself. Completely. Only those brown eyes set forward and fixated on your hands like he was waiting for you to do something.

“You gonna cum baby?” Your fingers working magic up and down his cock.

Iwa nodded. He wasn’t even paying attention. The handjob was hot but all eyes on him while he was going to win seemed to fuel him even more. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Carefully you watched until his balls tightened and then you did it. Exactly what Tooru knew you’d do.

Hand smashed to the top of Iwa’s cock before he could say anything. Your strokes stopped completely. Replaced by a firm grip and your opposing hand feverishly rubbing your palm in circles over his slit. Iwa had no time to react. The overstim right into too much making his entire body twitch and convulse. He doubled over but could not escape. The bindings he strained against didn’t give way. And your hand didn’t stop with it’s cruel motions. Nothing he did could make him escape the pins and needles of pleasure cascading through his body on overdrive.

“Give up? Too much baby? Huh you not gonna cum? Baby wanted to cum though. Where’s all that big boy talk now, Hajime?” Your words sweet in tone and evil in context. Iwa was coming undone in front of everyone he knew. Makki and Mattsun had stopped stroking themselves entirely. Wide eyed at the sight as Tooru was giggling and palming himself finally to his slight relief. His queen was going to win the bet. He just knew you would.

“-‘s much-” Iwa croaked, body trembling under your touch.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Your hand only slick with precum and the lube off his cock, “Come now, I wanna see all your sweet milk spill out~ Won’t you do that for me Hajime?”

Iwa grunted, bucked his hips and gritted his teeth. His orgasm was being forcibly taken from him but still not a tear to spare. As he twitched and shifted his hips up he was certain this would come crashing into an orgasm. Building quicker and quicker by the passing second. He forgot to care if everyone around him was even jerking off to the sight of him anymore. Iwa gasped just when his orgasm was tipping to no return.

“That’s enough.”

Iwa gasped. Mattsun and Makki gasped. Tooru giggled.

Your hand completely removed from Iwa’s cock. All men witnessed the cruelest thing to date. Iwa’s cock bouncing, in desperation, with one exact bead of white cum oozing from his slit. You just ruined Iwaizumi’s orgasm and they all watched you do it.

“No! Don’t stop! Idiot! K-Keep doing it! Keep moving I- I just- I wanna cum!!” Iwa’s pleas fell from his mouth. Ending with his voice cracking as his orgasm tightened around him but just wouldn’t be released. You sat smug in front of him and when his voice cracked he knew it was all over.

You won.

“Shit....” Mattsun mumbled, fixated on Iwa’s poor cock standing so abused and hard.

“Man....that’s....wow.” Makki, still grabbing at his cock, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Told you guys so~” Tooru sung your praise more than happy to see both his friends adamant that what they saw wasn’t something they wished on anyone. Especially themselves.

“So.” You stood up, hand covered in slickness mixed with Iwa’s precum and looked at Mattsun and Makki, “Anyone else think I’m a liar?”

Quickly they shook their heads.

“Good.” You smiled sweetly. Fixing to pull your panties off right away and throw them between Iwa’s legs still bound in front of you. On full display the natural juices clinging to your thighs with how wet you’d gotten on this little bet. So now you figured no one was going to argue with you, it was your turn for some relief, “Makki, come here.”

Eyes wide he looked at Tooru. Who grinned and nodded for him to do as you said.

Sheepish of the same treatment. He knew a bet was a bet. Undoubtedly you were proclaimed alpha and did as you asked.

“Sit for me yeah?” You point across from Iwa.

Makki swallowed hard but listened. He didn’t want the same outcome as Iwa. When he’d sat down you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your ass, “Lick me up a little. I don’t wanna sit on your cock this wet.”

Obediently Makki liked this outcome much more. His tongue swiping over your thighs and lapping at your juices with no questions asked. If he heard you right, sitting on his cock was next in line.

“Tooru baby,” You cooed at your boyfriend, “Mattsun looks awfully hard. Maybe you should take care of him?”

While you pulled Makki’s face into you more, letting him lick you clean in front of Iwa. You take pride in seeing how well your boyfriend drops to his knees to take his friends cock. Mattsun certainly as big as some of the toys you make sweet Tooru gag on. It’s within no time that he has him down his throat. Brown eyes looking up at Mattsun as his cheeks hollow out and he goes to town sucking him like a good boy. Allowing you to enjoy yourself a bit more.

“Alright thank you, Makki,” You pull his face away, coated in your juices and a bit of a dazed look. Adding to the bliss on the man’s face when you finally seat yourself on his cock. Makki’s hands going right to your hips, “Ah ah ah, don’t move. Unless you wanna end up like Iwa huh?”

“Y-Yes ma’am-” Makki stutters with the right amount of fear not to try you on it. Iwa is still left bound in front of you with his cock head purple and aching as it twitches against the air for some kind of relief.

When you wiggle yourself comfortably on Makki’s cock. Moaning softly and spreading your legs so Iwa can see his friend’s cock buried inside you. You click your tongue at Iwa to make him look at you.

Drawing a finger up your slit and teasing your own clit, you smile at Iwa, “Bet you wish you hadn’t lost huh? Wishing you were stuffing my cunny with that cock right about now? Instead, only seeing sweet Makki stretch me out and how hard my clit is. Bet I could cum like this. On his cock that is.”

Iwa licked his lips. How desperate he was to cum. You were absolutely right, Iwa desperately wanted to be Makki, “.....please.”

“Please what?” You asked, reaching your wet fingers back to stuff in Makki’s mouth, “Suck baby.”

Makki listened well. Tongue washing over your fingers to eat your juices up as he relished the feeling of his cock inside you after all this. He wasn’t about to screw this up.

Hanging his head low Iwa internalized his growl and finally spoke up, “....please...let me taste you.”

“That’s a good boy,” You use your foot to tilt his head up towards you. Making him face you but when that smile widened Iwa’s stomach tightened, “But first, Tooru~”

Popping his lips off Mattsun’s cock, your boyfriend turned towards you. Seeing you motion him over. Tooru hated to leave what he was doing but was more curious about what you could want.

“Love, do you think you could take Mattsun?” You ask sweetly.

Tooru blushed at the idea, “I mean...yeah...with a little prep I could-”

“Say no more,” You wave his words away and look to Iwa, “Prep him for me will you baby?”

Giddy at the idea. Tooru didn’t waste anytime getting on his knees. Hips pushed back towards Iwa and Tooru bringing his face inches from your core. Not allowed to taste you but where he could vividly see Makki’s cock stuffed in you.

Perhaps it was the grogginess of a ruined orgasm. Or the fact he was desperate to cum at this point. But there was no hesitation when Iwa pressed his tongue against Tooru. Earning a lewd moan from his best friend that fueled him. Finding himself so hard at the idea of Tooru pressing back on his face as Iwa tongued him.

“Mmm there, does Iwa’s tongue feel good love?” You caress his face as your free hand plays with your clit. Makki not moving as you ordered but his hands certainly didn’t seem to count as he groped and fondled your breast.

“S-So good-” Tooru moaned. His labored breathing and cock hanging between his legs as Iwa ate him out was a beautiful sight. One that wouldn’t last long though.

“Can you take Mattsun now?” You asked sweetly of him. Tooru nodded. He didn’t want to lose Iwa’s tongue but he knew the next thing would be better. So you looked to Mattsun with an inquisitive look.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mattsun ready to stuff his cock in anything a this point.

You watched in pure bliss as you saw Tooru straddle his friend like he did you so often. Instead of sliding down on a toy though. You watched Mattsun’s enormous cock disappear in his ass. Tooru’s stomach tensing until he relaxed and the brown haired man sighed in relief.

“Feel good?” You asked the both of them.

Hardly a response though as Mattsun and Tooru ended up in their own little world. Fucking only mere feet from you. Makki’s cock buried in you as you lazily played with your clit. Leaving Iwa out of it.

“Please...” He stooped as low as to beg, “...Please let me taste at least.”

Feeling generous and like it would be a nice change. You indulge him. Allowing Iwa to finally get a little something even though he was the loser.

“Make me cum before Mattsun fills Tooru and I’ll let you cockwarm next time~”

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. Diving between your legs to find your clit instantly. His tongue working overtime as you leaned back into Makki. Making the man hold you and catching his lips. He was a good boy who wasn’t moving so kissing him was the least you could do.

As instructed Iwa was an expert with his tongue. Giving your clit all of his attention. Sadly thought he wasn’t privy to winning this either. Glancing over at the other two soon assure you of that. The way Mattsun gripped Tooru’s hips. Cum drooling out of Tooru’s cock for lord only knows how long now. And the way Mattsun’s brows pinched in the middle and hips stalled meant Iwa lost once more.

Unsurprisingly the two men had to catch their breath. Mattsun pulling out and a flood of cum following. Tooru being a good boy when you told him not to waste any and he scooped up Mattsun’s cum and pushed it back inside himself. Fingering himself as Iwa’s tongue began doing the trick when your hand found his hair and your grip tightened.

First a wonderful little tickle until finally you were leaning back into Makki groaning with a shudder. No real movement save for the ripple of your cushiony cunt walls around his cock. After all this Makki wasn’t going to complain. Even as Iwa’s tongue glided over his shaft a few times in desperation to keep you cumming on his tongue.

Neither men cared when your orgasm was in full swing. Your cunt tightening around Makki until he had no choice but to double over into you. Holding you tight as his cock throbbed inside you and his balls emptied every last drop of cum into your well deserving pussy. Even Iwa not caring as he did his job to ride out your orgasm and some of Makki’s excess cum drooling out around him and Iwa licking it up like a good boy. Focused on your hand in his hair until he knew he’d done his job when your grip slowly loosened and finally released him completely.

Satisfied but not letting Makki go anywhere just yet. Which he didn’t mind. Tooru crawled over to you. Kissing you with the faint taste of Mattsun’s cock on his lips and certainly his cum still dripping down his inner thighs. Tooru smiled against you before nuzzling his face against yours.

“Aye wait-” Iwa, still the only one who hadn’t came yet, huffed and looked around.

No one said a thing. Makki spared you a look by hiding his face in your neck like Tooru. Mattsun looked your way and didn’t say anything to his friend. And Tooru simply kept kissing your neck without a care. None of them were going to go against your wishes making you smile at Iwa, “Well, maybe next time you’ll know better than to bet against me now won’t you?”

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rocorambles · 3 years ago

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Ruined Innocence

Pairing: Fallen Angel!Daichi x Angel!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Manipulation, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Tentacles-ish, Forced Bondage, Corruption Kink, Dacryphilia

Summary: Not everyone is what they appear to be and you learn that the hard way.

A/N: This is for @seijorhi 's Deal with the Devil Collab! Masterlist can be found here.

You don’t love the way older angels endearingly pinch your cheeks and fondly ruffle the top of your head, sending you off on your way as they go about their chores. But you love the freedom to explore that comes with your new wings and you flit around heaven, adventuring out to the corners of the beautiful realm, eyes sparkling and mouth open wide in wonder as you see visions and scenes you wouldn’t even have been able to imagine back when you were a human.

Most angels congregate with each other, floating and meandering together as they perform their heavenly duties, content with harmony and unity. But maybe because your newly purified soul is still finding its way, you feel antsy, a very human adventurous streak still driving you as you sniff out remote and quiet corners, eager to see what’s around every corner.

There’s not a hint of wariness or sense of danger as you trek around, squealing as you continue testing your wings. Maybe it’s naivety, but who can blame you? You’re in heaven. Why would you ever think anything or anyone would harm you here?

Little do you know the archangels whisper to each other, sentries standing guard at every known opening between realms as the threat of warfare and espionage increases between heaven and hell after a devastating betrayal by one of God’s own most trusted archangels.

Sawamura Daichi.

It’s a name and a face that God has striked from heaven’s history, wiping the minds of anyone outside his inner circle clear of to maintain peace among the realm. And it works. Maybe too well.

A handsome brunette amusedly smiles at the lack of fear and recognition in your face as you cheerfully greet him, not a care in the world as you perk up and fly over to him, curious about the strange angel you’ve never met before.

Daichi had only meant to sneak in and out, hopefully spy and return back to hell with any secret information he could get out of his old fellow archangels. But like an attuned predator, his attention had snapped at the pretty little fawn he had seen playing in the outskirts of heaven, so vulnerable, so far from the rest of your feathery flock. And his mouth had salivated, something dark and yearning inside of him as he imagined how delicious corrupting your soft and sweet soul would be.

There’s no lack of powerful, beautiful, sensual female entities in hell willing to warm his bed. Daichi knows from firsthand experience, rarely spending a night alone. Even eternity is too short not to indulge in the sins of the flesh. But a part of him misses the docile submissive natures of angels, the thrill of power he feels knowing how easily his more angelic partners would listen and obey to his every whim and fancy. Playing with your food is all fun and games, but Daichi’s always found the actual act of devouring to be the best part of any meal. And you look absolutely mouth watering.

It doesn’t concern you that you’ve never seen this handsome angel before. Heaven is vast and as a novice angel, you’re sure there’s plenty of feathery companions you haven’t met yet. You’re more pleasantly surprised by the fact that there even is another angel in your secluded nook of the realm. And you’re quick to get comfortable with Daichi (although you blush when he so quickly tells you to call him by his first name).

He’s kind and funny. You can tell he’s actually listening to your every word and not just politely nodding like most of the other older angels you’ve met so far. He has a certain vibrancy to him that you can’t pinpoint, something so much more raw and vivid than what you’re used to from the more austere and demure palette of the rest of heaven.

But you startle when Daichi suddenly reaches out and slowly trails his fingers along the soft velvety plush of your wings, eliciting a startled gasp from you and a strange stirring feeling inside of you.

“They’re so pure and white.”

You try to laugh off the way your heart is pounding, the way your body wants to instinctively lean in closer to his warm touch as he continues languidly stroking your wings.

“Don’t be silly, Daichi. I’m sure your wings are just as pure and white, just like everyone else in this realm.”

You’re confused by his silent smile as he continues lacing his fingers between your downy feathers, but you don’t think to question it, not when it feels so right to just melt in the soothing feeling.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you startle awake when someone nudges you, face heating in embarrassment when you realize you’ve fallen asleep quite literally in Daichi’s arms. But you shyly smile when he waves off your profuse apologies, playfully whispering that you can make it up to him by keeping your meeting with him a secret so he doesn’t get in trouble for slacking off on work to hang out with you.

Your lips are sealed and in return for your slightly naughty deal, your heart warms and your eyes sparkle when he somehow finds you almost every day. You’re tempted to make a game of it, wondering if you made more of an effort to hide if he’d still find you. But somehow deep inside you know he would, that it wouldn’t deter him at all. And that thought alone brings a smile to yourself.

Is this what having a soulmate feels like? Do angels even have soulmates?

You know marriage is still a thing in this realm and you can feel yourself falling more and more head over heels for Daichi, letting yourself dream and think of what life would be like married to him, by his side for all of eternity. It would be a wondrous thing. A life full of adventures, laughter, kindness, and warmth. A life where you know you could always depend on him and trust him.

So when he kisses you one day, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you in close, you don’t resist. Instead you sigh in bliss as you feel your lips meld against each other. He’s so gentle, so careful as he deepens your connection, coaxing you into following his lead as he maneuvers the two of you on the wispy cloud cocoon beneath your feet.

You feel so loved, so taken care of as he murmurs sweet praises in your ear about how beautiful you are, how soft you are, how sweet you taste. But when you find yourself horizontal beneath him, scandalously molded to his body, hesitation and apprehension have you reluctantly separating your lips.

“What’s wrong?”

His hand cups your cheek, brown eyes staring down at you in concern and you feel more at ease as you nuzzle against his palm, gently pecking the center of it, ignorant of the way brown eyes darken at the action.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

“Can we- Can we slow down a bit? I love you, but we shouldn’t go any further until God blesses our relationship and we’re married. Right?”

It’s adorable how you know what’s right by heavenly standards, what you should and shouldn’t be doing. Yet there’s still a questioning lilt in your voice as you look at him for guidance, ready to take his lead and listen to whatever he says. You really are precious, aren’t you?

“We’ll be together forever. So what’s the harm in indulging ourselves now if we know that we’ll be bound for eternity anyway? Consider it a little sneak peek. Surely God will be forgiving if we go straight to him after this and ask him to bless our union.”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

He internally smirks at how your eyes light up when he expresses his desire to be with you. To his defense, it’s not a lie. He truly does want you with him forever, although he doubts it’s in the way you’re thinking. He’s no mind reader, but he can imagine the scenes of soft radiant glowing days and peaceful strolls hand in hand that race through your mind when you think of love. Unfortunately for you, the reality you’re being sucked into is much darker and much more stationary. (He sincerely hopes you appreciate the costs and efforts he’s gone through to spruce up his bedroom and bed as much as possible for your long-term stay considering it’s the only place he intends for you to see for at least a few centuries.)

This time you welcome him when he swoops down to capture your lips once more, your arms gently wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull him down even closer to you. You bare your neck, easily following his silent commands as he trails kisses down from the corner of your lips to the side of your neck, gasping and arching into him when his tongue swipes a hot wet line at the junction of your shoulder.

You’re nervous as he coaxes you out of your delicate clothing and his cock twitches in interest at how you try to instinctively shield your body from his eyes, your arms crossing your chest, thighs clenching together. So different from the shameless females down below and he enjoys how it feels like he’s unwrapping an exclusive present as he eases your body, comfortingly kissing you as he guides your hands above your head and nudges your legs apart until he’s in between them.

You moan, writhing underneath him in a way that makes him groan as he sucks one of your nipples, rolling the other between his fingers. And he can’t resist how right it feels to grind and rut his clothed cock against your bare core, chuckling at how you whine and get flustered as he whispers to you about how wet you are, how much of a mess you’re making of his clothing.

You’re so sensitive, so reactive. He wonders if you could cum just like this, nipples toyed with and humping like wild beasts. You certainly look like you’re almost there and a mean smile splays across his face when he wonders what God would think if he saw his baby angel now, a lewd blissful expression blatant on your face, wanton moans filling the air. But time is limited especially when he’s not on his own turf and as much as he’d like to ruin you over and over again right here, right now, he knows he needs to deal the final blow.

He’s quick to shed his own clothing, firmly wrapping your spread legs around him as he finally sinks his cock inch by inch inside of you, throwing his own head back in pleasure as your tight wet walls wrap around him, eagerly sucking him in and clenching around him. It’s like you were made for him, made for this. And his eyes ravenously watch as you mindlessly blabber on and on about feeling full, feeling good.

He doesn’t usually like noisy bed mates, but you might be the one exception and he revels in your wails and broken cries as he begins to move his hips back and forth, observing how his fat cock obscenely stretches your pretty folds as he thrusts in and out. It’s impressive how you’re still hanging by a single fraying strand of consciousness when even seasoned succubi have succumbed into mindless pleasure-addicted messes from his cock. And he gifts the slipping clarity of your mind that recognizes him and calls his name over and over again with skillful circles around your clit, relentless until you’re thrashing and convulsing, practically screaming as you fall over the edge, pussy milking him and begging for his essence.

Who is he to deny you what your body wants? What your body needs? What he himself wants and needs?

So he finally lets himself go, sealing the deal with his own release, eyes twinkling in crazed amusement as his own wings finally flair out, revealing themselves to you for the first time as his body lances with pleasure. A sound halfway between a laugh and a groan escapes him as fear has you tightening around him and if he thought you looked beautiful before, you’re absolutely stunning now, shock and disbelief slicing across your perfect angelic face when you fully grasp the importance of his pitch black wings that shadow the both of you.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me.”

There’s no point in pretending to be gentle now and he forcefully pins your body down, slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, biting on your lower lip and lapping at the blood that drips from your now marred face. Delicious. So fucking exquisite.

It’s tempting to continue and as he pulls away to regard you, he can feel arousal swirling inside of him at the sight of glistening tears streaming down your face. But he’s curious about your reaction, eager to hear what you have to say about this utter betrayal.

“A fallen angel…I slept with a fallen angel. How am I ever going to face God now?”

You’re not even looking at him anywhere, eyes glazed over as you mumble to yourself, mind still trying to process everything. And as pretty as you are with agony and sickening realization settling into your features, he scowls at the mention of God, irritation swelling inside of him at how fast you are to think of Him over Daichi, the fallen angel literally still inside of you.

He’s swift in his punishment, reminding you exactly where you are and who you’re with right now as he sharply juts his hips in a way that forces a surprised shriek from you as his cock rubs against your still sensitive walls.

“God isn’t your problem anymore, love. Look at your wings.”

Every part of you still in denial screams at you not to listen, to pretend none of this has happened, is happening. You want to believe God can make this right, that he’ll surely forgive you. But as if you’re in one of those inevitable horror films you used to watch as a human, your head slowly turns to the side, body going rigid when you see the expanse of ebony feathers where heavenly white used to be.

Now this reaction is much more satisfying and Daichi inhales your fear, a cold smile on his face as he watches you flail, wings wildly flapping as you try to somehow shake off the color, praying that it’s all a lie, that it’s not entirely irreversible. But he pins your wrists above your head when you attempt to painfully pluck out your own offensive feathers, peppering humiliatingly affectionate kisses all over your face to placate you.

“Please stop. Isn’t this enough? You got what you wanted. Tricked the silly angel. Made me an exile, a monster. There’s no place for me in heaven anymore. So just leave me alone. Please.”

You shudder at the dark laugh that seems to echo in your ears with his face right besides yours, cringing when you feel his wings droop down to rest against your own in an action far too intimate for what the two of you are.

“It’s not enough, darling. It’ll never be enough. But you’re right about one thing. You’re no longer welcomed in heaven, so let me bring you to your new home.”

You barely have time to understand the meaning of his words before you’re being whisked away, strong arms holding you tightly to a broad chest, the air around you growing darker, heavier, warmer. And then suddenly everything is still and you gasp as you’re thrown onto a silky plush surface, scrambling to sit up only to freeze in terror as you take in the grand and imposing bedroom you’re in, cold realization of exactly whose bed you’re currently on and what realm you’re in sinking in.

“No no no no no...At least let me go to Earth!”

You make to lunge off the bed, but an eerily familiar body forces you back down, once comforting brown eyes now only making anxiety churn alarmingly inside of you.

“I know it’s hard to believe me after all the lies, but I wasn’t lying about one thing. I do intend to be with you forever, so get comfortable, angel.”

You recoil at the mocking sneer associated with the pet name, the ironic use of the word disintegrating any fight left in you when the true hopelessness of your situation makes itself known. And Daichi watches in satisfaction at how you don’t even twitch as black shadows coil around your wrist and ankles, pulling you into a spread-eagled position, leaving your beautiful naked figure on full display for him.

But as despondent as you are mentally and emotionally, your body is already well on its way to adjusting and molding to his desires and he hungrily eyes the way it betrays you, arching and silently begging for more as additional shadow tendrils snake their way on and around every inch of you, some tendrils beginning to make their way in your gaping mouth, your still cum-filled hole, and oh...maybe he should have warned you that he planned on training all your holes, but he does so love the way your eyes blow wide open when a curios tendril wiggles its way into your puckered hole.

“Consider this your new full-time job, angel. Can’t have you living here rent-free after all. Now be good while I’m away and try not to be so loud. Wouldn’t want anyone else to hear you and decide they want a taste of a new fallen angel. I guarantee you no one else down here in hell is going to be as patient and kind as I am. Welcome to your new forever home.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, not that you’d be able to utter anything remotely intelligible around your screams and moans and the tendrils fucking your mouth. And as he makes his way to another meeting with Satan, he proudly flaunts his pitch black wings, a thoughtful smile on his face as he thinks of all the plans he has for you.

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere daichi #daichi smut #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #tw: yandere #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #deal with the devil collab

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A/N: Heyho there my lovelies! I’m finally back! I missed posting so much! This Imagine is based on a TikTok I found and what can I say? It inspired me! After this, next up, will be the 20k Special! Enjoy everyone!

Words: 3205 Warnings: colour-blindness

“What if I never find him?” You murmured, glancing at the fruit bowl with a saddened expression. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. To you, they were all different shades of grey. Dull and boring, like you had been sucked into a 30s black-and-white film. Only you didn’t get a cheesy romance out of it.

You had been born with what doctors today would call a ‘remarkably rare, complicated and fascinating condition’, for you had lost all of your colour vision at the age of twelve. You still remembered what the world had looked like before—bright, rich, intense—then someone flicked a switch overnight and all you could still see was grey, grey, grey and greyer. The colours would only ever come back to you once you found the love of your life—your soulmate.

A sigh escaped your lips. Only a few people still existed with this… defect and to make things worse, you had had no idea you were one of them. Not until your twelfth birthday. Society admired and pitied you all the same and yet, being a hopeless romantic, at the end of the day, you longed to finally fall in love.

Tony chuckled. “Heads up. You’re too young to worry about settling down anyway.” He responded cheerfully and pointed at you with a screwdriver in hand. He had been trying to fix the dishwasher for a solid twenty minutes now and for a man who had built himself a pretty much indestructible suit that could fly, it was utterly amusing he couldn’t figure out why it had stopped working.

You were not an Avenger, mind you. The sole reason you were, as of right now, in the Avengers’ kitchen munching on grey chocolate chips was that your best friend, who in turn was friends with Clint’s wife, had managed to flood your shared flat over the weekend. It was utterly inhabitable now and it would take quite a while for the landlord to get it all dried up again—and since insurance would not cover the cost for staying in a hotel, for the time being, Clint’s wife had suggested you’d stay with them—right until Tony Stark had shown up and you had graciously offered you’d come hang out at the Avengers Tower. Okay, technically you had begged him but either way and needless to say, you had jumped at the opportunity and somehow even hoped that you would learn some dirty superhero secrets—but so far, nothing. Nothing but what superheroes did when they were not out and about saving the world. Truth be told, seeing Thor in Hello Kitty pyjamas and witnessing Natasha Romanoff of all people scream watching an Asian horror film had its perks but you had somehow expected for them to be called in for an urgent mission where they required a skill only you had and then they would rely on your help and you would fight and become an Avenger and… your fanfiction had always sounded too good to be true.

“Are you still there? How is that fruit bowl so interesting?” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you blinked.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that…”

“Tony?” It was Bruce who interrupted you two, peeking his head into the kitchen almost timidly. You waved at him and he nodded, yet he failed to reciprocate your smile. Uh-Oh.

“Did something happen?”

The scientist nodded. “You might wanna put on your suit.”

“What happened?”

Bruce pursed his lips. “We’ve located Loki.”

Your eyes were still widened by the time you rushed after Tony even after he had told you explicitly (three times, to be exact) to stay put and hide until he had been put in custody.

The Loki. God of Mischief, Thor’s brother, Frost Giant, the I-tried-to-take-over-the-planet-guy. It was exciting, somehow, meeting a villain and oh, would it fuel you for your fan fiction. You almost bumped straight into Thor when they all came to a halt all of a sudden, his body a wall of flesh and muscle and making you grunt in pain—you might as well have hit a brick wall. With his hammer in hand, he ensured no one would approach his dangerous brother closely enough for him to try anything funky.

But the fact that Loki was even more handsome in person and the first villain you ever saw in person when he turned around the corner with a proud and arrogant expression on his face despite his shackles, was not what startled you to the core.

All of a sudden, there were colours. Everywhere.

Your lips parted, the impact of all the pigmentation around you making you dizzy. Loki’s armour was black, his cape was green, his eyes were blue, and his hair reminded you of the plumage of a raven. And your surroundings... The compound was silver now, the sceptre they had taken from him golden. Nauseous, you held on to Thor’s muscly arm for support. The God of Thunder frowned in concern. His eyes were blue too, his hair blonde, his cape red… too… many… colours. You suppressed a gag, overwhelmed by the sudden return of your colour vision.

“Are you okay?” Thor asked.

“G-guys… I can see colours.”

Every single head in the room, including Loki’s, turned in your direction so fast you flinched. Tony’s face was the first to fall in response.

“You are joking, right?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Your eyes locked with Loki’s, electricity rippling through you when they did. His blue irises froze you from the inside out, like each and every one of your limbs failed to resist the magnetic pull you felt towards him, and your cells longed for you to throw yourself into his arms—despite the fact he was handcuffed... and for a good reason too. Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to look away.

Loki was your soulmate. That was impossible; and quite frankly, the god in question appeared to be thinking the exact same thing.

You chewed on your lower lip, anything to distract yourself from your predicament all the while everyone was still staring at you like you had grown two more heads.

“Take him to the cells, I’ll stay with her.” Clint’s hand on your shoulder did little to console you. Part of you still barely resisted the urge to start at Loki like a succubus, the other… the other was terrified and meant to hide in the archer’s embrace.

You could feel Loki’s blue gaze still resting on you when he led you away from the scene, staring daggers into your back and rendering you speechless until you were finally out of sight and Clint shook your shoulder gently.

“Are you sure it’s not one of the security guards that helped bring him in?”

“No… no, I saw them first. Loki was behind them. It’s… I don’t know how to explain it but somehow, Loki was in colour first, you know what I mean? First him and then, a split second later, everything else was colourful too.”

“And now?”

“Now what?”

“Do you still see in colour now?”

“Of course I do.” Clint sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“So what happens if you don’t… act on this soulmate thing?”

“Nothing. Nothing happens.” You said.

“So you don’t have to… stay close to Loki or anything?”

“No. Not that I know of. But Clint—“

“Good. Because he might find a way to use you against us. Stay away from him. Thor’ll take him back to Asgard soon enough. All we need to do first is find the Tesseract.”

Your lips were pursed when he turned to check on them and if Loki was wreaking havoc while they were trying to get him imprisoned.

Stay away from him? Of course… it was the most reasonable thing to do. Loki was dangerous, a criminal… but was that right? Now that you had found your soulmate in him?

You couldn’t get him out of your head that night. Screw the danger, you had to see him. And eventually, your curiosity and that inexplicable and strange pull you felt towards Loki got the better of you. With a deep breath, you threw your covers back and let your bare feet hit the cold floor before quietly tiptoeing out into the dark and empty hallway.

Your blood was rushing in your ears, making you hear things your paranoia and imagination cooked up to the point your heart was pounding in your chest so hard and fast you feared it might jump right out of your ribcage. No one could know, of course. Clint would positively kill you—he, along with Tony, somewhat considered himself responsible for you here. You couldn’t really blame them. If something happened to you, they’d never forgive themselves. You were an innocent civilian, after all.

And now you had been tossed into the greatest fanfiction yet. Shivering, for the cold slowly crept into your bare skin and through the tanktop and shorts you were wearing to sleep, you finally reached the corridor leading to the elevator. The prison cells, a rather new addition to Stark Tower, were located at the very bottom, the cellar, or… what you preferred to call it, a modern dungeon.

You found Loki with his back turned to you in his cell, looking pale through the glass pane. Your heart skipped a beat when he suddenly spoke up.

“I expected you would find a way to come and see me at some point. I’d dare say the Avengers have taken quite the precautions to keep you as far away from me as possible.” He mused. He lifted his chin, approaching the glass window.

It was quite ridiculous to assume that this tiny and meagre prison would keep the Trickster at bay after everything he had proven to be capable of. If only he wanted to, he could shatter that glass with but a flick of his wrist or break the heavy metal door posing as the only barrier between you.

If you were to just… unlock that door to touch him… it would be so easy. Blinking rapidly, you shook your head to chase the thought away.

“Who are you?” He asked and for just a brief moment, you believed to see genuine interest and curiosity sparkling in his stunning blue eyes.

“No one, really. You already know my name, I presume but that’s all there is. I’m not special—I mean, I don’t have superpowers. I’m just a regular human with a rare condition.”

“Oh, I see. Surely you had not hoped for a criminal of all people to be your soulmate then? A murderer? A monster?” His expression hardened.

Yes. But you were not going to tell him that. He was still the person to have made you see colours again, regardless of who he was and what he had done. There must have been a connection between you, you felt it after all! And you were certain that he felt it too.

“Thor will take me back to Asgard and the great King Odin,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “will surely have me executed. You will never see me again. So do not worry.”

“I don’t want that.” You finally chirped, barely daring to look him in the eye. His gaze was scrutinising and intimidating… almost as if he was able to see right into your soul with but one single glance.

Loki frowned.

“I bet you’re not happy about this, are you?” A desperate scoff escaped your lips. “I’m not sure I am…” You confessed and sat down on the chair in front of the window. It creaked a little under your weight, the unpleasant sound echoing through the empty hallway.

This man right in front of you was not be trusted and yet, the desire to pour your heart out to him was so strong you felt it like a sea of emotions attempting to drown you.

“You know ever since my twelfth birthday I wondered when I would finally meet my soulmate. Who they would be, what they would be like… and then so many years passed I was beginning to worry I might never see colours again. That I’d be alone and grey for the rest of my life.”

Loki licked his lips and glanced up at you, listening intently to every single word you said.

“Now I met you and they all tell me not to trust you. I mean… I know who you are, I know what you’ve done. I can’t say I’m happy about the fact my soulmate is…” You stopped yourself, breathing in sharply. “What was the universe thinking? You are a god and I’m just… me. We live light-years apart!”

Eventually, after a moment of surprisingly pleasant silence between you, Loki hummed. “The Norns do have interesting ways.” He said, locking his eyes with yours, almost as if he was pondering if… if what? If he could imagine being with you?

“So what should we do? Never speak of it again? Pretend we have never met? I can’t just… come to Asgard with you.” You held your breath when you realised what you were considering here. Loki must have thought the same. He smirked in response—not mockingly but bitterly. “Odin would never allow a mortal on Asgard. If I was to survive my trial, that is.”

“Don’t say that. I don’t care you’re a criminal right now, I just found my soulmate, and I don’t want to lose him again right away, regardless of what happens between us.”

With a start, his face fell. “Nothing will happen between us. That would be unnecessarily cruel, would it not? Your life in the nine realms is but a heartbeat compared to mine.”

“So… this is goodbye?”

Loki hesitated. You noticed by the way his lips slightly parted without a single sound escaping them just yet.

“Yes. This is goodbye.”

The fruit bowl had become your new best friend. In the morning, tired and rather absent, you sat at the kitchen table holding on to a steaming mug of coffee all the while studying the different colours of the fruit before you like a complicated Maths formula.

“Did you have a good chat last night?” Clint barked at you when he entered the room, skipping the ‘Good morning’.

“Huh?”

“With Loki?” He probed, raising his eyebrows in an I-already-know-what-you’ve-done manner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said, shaking your head and focusing your gaze on the fruit bowl again. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. In colour.

You flinched when Tony spoke your name. “We saw the footage on our security cameras. You sneaked to his cell last night knowing fully well why you should stay away from him, especially with… with… you know.”

Fuck… the security cameras. You had completely forgotten about those! Of course the legendary Tony Stark would have had security cameras installed all over the damn place!

Busted, you shrugged your shoulders as nonchalantly as you could muster. “I just wanted to talk him. I had to talk to him. I know what you’re all thinking—that he’s evil and brutal and cruel and ruthless… and… and you’re probably right? I… I don’t even know but… he is still my soulmate. I can see colours again because of him for Fuck’s sake! I can’t just… ignore that.”

“I get it. We don’t know what it must feel like. But it’s for the best. We don’t want him to hurt you.”

“I am his soulmate, too. He wouldn’t dare hurt me. You know maybe he’s not the monster you all think he is.”

“Are you saying that because you know him so well after last night or because that is what you want to believe?”

Both. “I just… have a feeling.”

“Right.” Tony clapped his hands. Your name left his lips almost like a plea. “You have to trust us.”

Thor nodded. “Loki is dangerous. You should stay away from him at least until we know he is not still plotting the domination of your planet.”

“What do you mean ‘at least until’? You can stop staying away from him when he’s back on Asgard and out of your reach.” Tony snapped.

“We’re just trying to keep you safe.” Steve intervened. You sighed.

“You know what? I’m getting a headache and I’m still tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.” That wasn’t even a lie—well, at least the fatigue bit wasn’t. Besides, the blackout curtains in the room Tony let you stay in were heaven-sent.

That was until a loud tumult in the Tower woke you up again, even though you were not sure anymore you had actually fallen asleep once your head hit the soft pillow.

“W—“ Your scream of protest was muffled by a cool palm covering your mouth. You struggled briefly, ripping your eyes wide open in a weak attempt to make out who was assaulting you in the comforting darkness of your room when you suddenly heard a soothing voice shushing you.

“It’s me…”

“L-Loki?” You choked out when he removed his hand again. “Did you… did you break out of your cell?”

“It would seem so. Come.”

“What?”

He tilted his head. “I don’t have much time.”

You stood, throwing the covers back when he already reached for your hand and held it tightly, pulling you with him into the hallway and towards one of the more hidden exists of Stark Tower, a flight of stairs illuminated only by emergency lights.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I am proving to you that I am more than just a criminal.”

“Oh… but… um… where are we going?”

Loki smirked. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the Tesseract seemingly out of nowhere, its blue light glowing brightly in the dark and throwing artistic shadows on his face.

“Hold on tight.”

“Loki…”

The God of Mischief pulled you close, making you gasp. Your chest hit his, his arm wrapping around your waist. With his face only inches from yours, you could feel his warm breath on your lips, and suddenly longed to kiss him.

“You are my soulmate. I am not leaving you behind.”

“What happened to ‘goodbye’?” You chirped.

Loki tilted his head almost threateningly. “You are mine. Don’t you think I wanted to leave this place without looking back?” His expression softened. “But I couldn’t. Because of you.” And you might just be the only woman to ever love me in this way, he added silently.

“B-but… Y-you said Odin will never allow me on Asgard and… and…”

“I never said we were going to Asgard, now was I?”

Your lips parted. Could you trust him? The stranger who had finally made you see colours again? If you told him No, would he let go of you? Would he let you run to Tony and Clint and Nat so they could protect you from him? Swallowing thickly, you met his intense blue gaze and nodded.

Loki smirked and winked. “You are in for an adventure.” And you knew he wasn’t lying. Next thing you knew, you were both hurtled through space and into a shared future.

A/N: ☕

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