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dixons-sunshine · 4 months ago

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Unholy | Vamp!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: While on a run for some supplies, you and Daryl stumbled across some of his old “friends”. Something happened that struck up an old hunger in the archer. However, with the strict “no feeding on humans” rule that Deanna enforced on Daryl, that hunger wouldn't get satiated. Well, not without your help, at least.

Genre: Smut.

Era: Early Alexandria.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, dry humping, ejaculation (male).

Word count: 5.5k.

A/n: Um, so this got way longer than I had originally planned lol. Whoops. Anyways, this was written for two of the loveliest people I have the pleasure of knowing. @darylssunshine and @lazyneonrabbitt. I hope I did your ideas justice. (Although I feel like I failed because the plot is all over the place.) Also, before anyone comes at me for the way I wrote Daryl as a vampire, I know the lore isn't factual. I just wanted to create a version of him that resonated with me, y'know? Anyways, apart from that, I hope y'all enjoy!

“Christ, woman. Ya gotta be more careful. One wrong slip and yer tumblin' down, and somethin' tells me the landin' ain't gon' be soft.”

You chuckled as Daryl tightly wrapped his arm around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the platform that you had been attempting to hoist yourself onto only a mere five seconds prior. The platform wasn't that high and the climb wasn't that difficult, but your partner was being extremely overprotective that day. Well, you guess you couldn't blame him. You had just been given the go-ahead to go on runs again by the community doctor, so his overprotectiveness came from a place of good intentions.

“Careful, Dixon. It's starting to sound like you actually care about little old me,” you replied, a playful edge to your voice. You extended a hand and helped hoist Daryl onto the platform. You knew your help wasn't needed, but your partner would never make that known to you.

Daryl straightened his vest and rolled his eyes at your playful comment. “Nah, I dun' care.” He walked off and allowed himself a small smile at the sound of your hurried footsteps to keep up with his speed. “M'only keepin' ya 'round 'cause ya make a mean deer stew. If it weren't fer tha', I would'a gotten rid'a ya a while ago.”

You scoffed and hit the archer on his chest, before bringing your hand to rest over your heart in mock-offense. “How dare you?” you started in a dramatic, over the top fashion. “I'll have you know that I have a million different qualities for people to want to keep me around. I can't think of specific examples right now, but I'm sure I have other qualities.”

Daryl chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, placing a tender kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah, ya do. I was jus' playin'.” He pulled back and took your hand in his, allowing you to intertwine your fingers together. “And I can think'a specific examples. For one, yer incredibly smart. Yer loyal, a good friend, and ya—”

Daryl suddenly cut himself off, making you frown. The archer pulled his hand away from yours as he took a few steps forward, his eyes darting all over the place. His head was slightly cocked to one side, a clear sign that he was trying to hear something, something that you couldn't. His body was visibly tensed up, and his entire defensive demeanour had you on edge.

“Daryl, what's wro—”

You never got to finish your question, because in a matter of milliseconds, Daryl was rushing towards you and wrapping his arms around you, before throwing the both of you over the edge of the platform you were on. Your mind could hardly comprehend what was happening, so no screams or anything escaped you. Before you knew it, the two of you landed on the ground, with Daryl laying flat on his back and you on top of him. The archer had clearly situated himself in a way so that he would take most of the damage the fall caused. Before you could even begin to comprehend what had happened and ask him why the hell he did what he did, an array of gunshots echoed through the air, the bullets ricocheting off of the metal on the platform you and Daryl had stood on a few seconds ago. As quickly as the bullets started flying all over the place, just as quickly, they stopped. In their place, all that could be heard were the bloodcurdling screams of the perpetrators.

Your heart was attempting to pound out of your chest. The screams were dying out one by one, and you could only assume that the walkers had gotten to the people who had shot those guns. The feeling of Daryl's hands gently yet firmly lifting you off of him snapped you out of your thoughts. “Daryl, wha—”

“No time.” In one, swift movement, Daryl was on his feet and he had tugged you up as well. He grabbed your hand and started pulling you behind him, clearly in a rush to escape the building. “We gotta go. They can't see ya. They're gon' kill ya. I can't let that happen.”

“The walkers?” When Daryl didn't respond, you harshly yanked your hand out of his grip. The pain spread through your body at the movement, but you couldn't think of that. The archer spun around to face you, his eyes showing how panicked he was, something extremely rare to see. The panic in his eyes stirred up a sense of dread in you. “Dar—”

A few whistles echoed through the room, effectively startling you. Daryl cursed under his breath and hurried to stand in front of you, shielding you from whatever danger lurked in the shadows. Your heart sped up considerably, the fear in you spiking through the roof. Daryl clearly sensed it, and apparently, so did the danger in the shadows.

“Aah, yes,” a deep voice ominously snarled from the shadows. “She smells fucking good.”

“So good,” another voice chipped in. “She'll make a nice addition to our feast tonight.”

“We're adding her to the rain?”

“Hell yeah. Everyone should have a taste. We're not selfish, Stevie.”

“Holy shit,” another voice chipped in, this one much higher and more feminine. “Boys, look at that. Are you seeing what I'm seeing?”

“We sure are, Janine,” the first voice agreed. “It's Daryl motherfucking Dixon, back from the grave.”

With that, the voices made their visual presence known. From the shadows, three bodies appeared. Two guys and one woman, all sporting smeared blood on their mouths, emerged from the shadows. Daryl visibly tensed and shifted in front of you, forming a protective barrier between you and the unknown people.

“Hey, guys,” Daryl drawled out hesitantly, his body still acting as a protective barrier in front of you. “Where's the others?”

“Holy shit, it really is him,” one of the guys laughed, clapping his hands together twice for added emphasis. “Daryl Dixon. What's up, man? Last I heard, Tommy told us you were dead. Told us that asshole brother of yours got mixed up with some hunters and killed you. Glad that isn't true. The gang's still going strong, believe it or not. The others are out searching for food. They will be thrilled to see you. We missed you around here.”

“Speak for yourself, Stevie,” the woman—Janine, you guessed—scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. “This asshole left us to die all those years ago. We should kill him and that bitch he's trying to protect.”

“What, that human?” the guy barked out with a laugh. “Please, Daryl here is too smart to be hanging around with humans. He's keeping her alive to feed on her. You know how tough it is to get decent food nowadays. The flesh eaters are beating us to it.”

“Please, don't make me laugh. Dixon?” the other guy piped in. “Guy's too much of a pussy to keep a human around for that. You know how hard it was to convince him to feed on humans. Son of a bitch was planning on going vegan and drinking animal blood. It wouldn't surprise me if the little human is his friend or something.”

As the two guys started arguing, with Janine rolling her eyes and trying to break up the argument, Daryl started whispering to you. “Ya see tha' openin' there, righ' between those two pieces'a metal?” When you nodded, he continued. “I'mma need ya to stay real quiet, head tha' way and hide, alrigh'? Thing's are gon' get messy. I need ya outta the line'a fire. I know ya have a bunch'a questions, and I'll answer 'em all later. I jus' need ya to do wha' I ask, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled quietly. “I love you.”

“Love ya too. Now go.”

Following his orders, you slipped away from behind him, praying harder than you ever had before that you didn't capture the attention of the others. You weren't stupid. You knew exactly what these “people” were—vampires. And based on that little interaction, and Daryl's panic, you were certain that they weren't exactly the friendly type of vampire, either.

You were nearing the opening that Daryl had talked about, succeeding in not making a sound, until you felt a whoosh beside you. You stood face to face with one of the men, the guy giving you a creepy smile. “Where do you think you're going, baby? The fun is just beginning.”

Before you could make a run for it, the guy had pushed you and you were flying through the air, your back soon making harsh contact with the wall. All the wind got knocked from your lungs, and your vision got a bit spotty. Bringing a hand up to the back of your head, you could feel the stickiness of the red liquid before you saw it. You were bleeding.

The scent of your blood filled the air, and hunger instantly dawned on every vampire's face—every face except Daryl's. In seconds, they were all lunging for you, only stopping short because Daryl used his body as a protective barrier again. “Don't,” he warned them.

Janine laughed wickedly. “Looks like Derek was right after all. You're still the same fucking wimp you were all those years ago. Still protecting your precious little humans.” Janine licked her lips, her fangs elongating. “I'm gonna have so much fun watching the life drain from her eyes.”

The last shred of the archer's patience snapped, and before anyone could properly see what he was doing, he lunged for the woman, snapping her neck effortlessly. The woman's life drained from her eyes—temporarily, as Daryl had told you that the only way to properly kill a vampire was by getting it in the heart—and that was enough to send the other two into a fit of rage.

“You motherfucker!”

Daryl grabbed the guy that was charging at him and threw him to the other side of the room. He briefly turned to look at you, quickly helping you to your feet. “Go! Get to tha' openin'!”

You definitely didn't need to be told twice. Walkers were predictable. They were loud, clumsy. You could handle walkers. Vampires were an entirely different ballpark. Daryl could easily overpower you without even using his full strength. You definitely did not want to find out what a vampire using its full strength could do to you. Ignoring the pain in your body, you bolted for that opening, wanting to get out of the line of fire. You didn't want to leave Daryl alone with these psychopaths, but you knew you didn't really have much of a choice. You'd be more of a liability than much help. Being safe would ensure that Daryl had a clear mind. He could defend himself. He'd be okay.

When Daryl saw you crawl into the opening, all hell broke loose. The guy—who Daryl knew from his life before the outbreak to be Derek—met a cruel, agonizing end. He had made the mistake to try and get to you. Daryl rushed over to him, grabbed him and pushed him forward, right into one of the metal rods sticking out of the wall. The rod impaled him in the chest, right through the most vital organ that kept him alive. Derek yelled as the rod drove right through him, but as soon as his heart was touched, he fell deathly silent—emphasis on the deathly. Two down, one to go. Daryl turned around and faced Stevie, the biggest and strongest vampire of the three. The archer knew that he had his work cut out for him.

Stevie approached Daryl threateningly. “What the hell are you doing, man?” he asked in a low, dangerous tone of voice. “That one human can't be worth more than years of friendship with us. All can be forgiven. Hand her over, add her blood to the rain, and everything will be fine.”

Daryl practically growled, his eyes alight with a fiery glare. “Ya add her blood to tha' fuckin' rain yer talkin' 'bout, I'll fuckin' kill ya.”

Stevie shook his head in disappointment. “Matt was right,” he began. “I never should've turned you. I should've left you to die on the side of that road.”

“Yeah, ya prolly shoulda.” The two men lunged for the other, the two colliding against each other harshly. However, by some stroke of luck, Daryl quickly got the upper hand. He unsheathed his knife and plunged it deeply into the other man's chest, eliciting a scream from him. Daryl firmly gripped the shirt of the man, bringing his face dangerously close to his. “Nah, scratch tha'. Ya definitely shoulda let me die tha' day. Guess s'a bit too late for tha' now, huh?”

With that, Daryl withdraw his knife and threw the almost lifeless corpse away from him. However, what the archer didn't know was that he threw the body right into a lever, the same lever that activated the rain the other vampires had been talking about—a blood rain.

Human blood sprayed out of the sprinkler system and rained down on Daryl, drenching him in seconds. The scent was extremely overwhelming to him, and when Daryl lifted his head to see where the blood was coming from, a few drops fell onto his lips. Against his better judgement, he licked his lips, the taste of human blood filling his taste buds for the first time in years. The taste overwhelmed his senses completely, and it took every ounce of self-restraint he had not to just open his mouth and greedily absorb every droplet of blood that fell from the sprinkler.

“Daryl?”

The sound of your voice instantly caught his attention, and he forced himself to snap back to reality. Janine would only be out cold for a few minutes more at best, and he had no idea when the others would return. He had to get you out of there. “C'mon, we gotta go,” he spoke up hoarsely. He quickly walked over to the woman and plunged his knife into her heart, ending her life completely, before making a beeline for the door you had come through earlier.

You quickly followed behind him, confused by his haste, but you refrained from saying anything. Your head was still throbbing painfully and your body was aching all over. Plus now you were drenched in blood, so that added to your discomfort. You silently climbed into the truck you had brought out with you for the run and started it, watching Daryl climb onto his newly-assembled bike and speed off. You shifted the truck into drive and followed behind him, leaving the factory behind you.

The drive back to Alexandria was long, and all you had to accompany you were your own thoughts. You had a million questions you wanted to ask your partner, and you needed answers. One problem you encountered when you finally got home, though? Daryl wouldn't be near anybody, not even you. When you got showered and wanted to settle down, Daryl was nowhere to be found.

The only thing that was left in his absence was an open window and a short note explaining that he'd be fine and not to worry about him.

Three days. It had been three days since that incident at the old factory. Three days since Daryl had disappeared. Three days since you were promised an explanation.

As quickly as you were given permission to go on runs again, just as quickly you were placed on bed rest again. That vampire had thrown you with quite the force. According to the doctor, Denise, you had bruised your ribs, and rather badly, too. She told you that you were lucky they weren't broken. Your back was also really badly bruised. It made sleeping rather hard, and without your partner there, your own personal space heater, sleep completely eluded you.

The house was relatively quiet that day. With you being placed on bed rest and banned from helping out around the community, you laid on the bed while staring at the ceiling, the only thing occupying your mind being the memory of you hugging Daryl for the first time; it also happened to be the first time you had commented on the warmth his body emitted, despite his “undead” nature. However, the archer had simply chuckled, vowing to explain it to you another time.

The sound of the window to your bedroom opening had your senses peaking to high alert. You grabbed the knife that rested under your pillow and hurriedly sprung up from the bed, clutching the weapon tightly. However, you calmed down once you saw who it was; your partner, gripping his crossbow while holding a dead squirrel between his teeth.

“Daryl, oh my god,” you breathed a sigh of relief and helped him through the window. However, once he was inside, Daryl firmly pushed you to the side and tried to put as much distance between the two of you as he physically could without having to leave the room. That made you confused. “Daryl, what—”

“Dun' come any closer. Please,” he mumbled out weakly, removing the dead squirrel from his mouth and tightly clutching it in his hands. “I dun' wanna hurt ya. Jus' needed to see if ya were alrigh'.”

“Hurt me?” You took a small step forward, stopping short when Daryl tensed up. “What do you mean hurt me? That's impossible. You can never hurt me.” You took a tentative step towards the archer, determined to show him that you didn't fear him, despite the warning that he could hurt you. You didn't believe that. He could never hurt you. Of that you were certain. “I don't know what's going on in that amazing mind of yours, but I want to understand. Please. Talk to me.”

Daryl let out a shuddered breath when your hand made contact with his cheek, unknowingly dropping the dead animal on the ground. Your scent was heavily intoxicating, like some drug he could easily get addicted to, and it made it extremely hard for him to keep his hunger at bay. Still, he tried. He tried his hardest. He would never willingly hurt the most precious thing in his life. He'd much rather have his own heart get ripped out than hurt you.

His instincts somewhat got the better of him. Daryl slightly turned his head and kissed your wrist, his teeth barely scraping against your skin. You inhaled sharply at the contact, your mind instantly flooded with thoughts that Gabriel would declare unholy, but you forced yourself to think straight. There would be time for things like that another time. For now, you had to get through to your partner. You had to figure out what was going through his mind. And you had to figure out why his gorgeous ocean coloured eyes had adapted that crimson colour when he was actively feeding not even five minutes prior.

“Talk to me,” you begged, pleaded, in a soft tone. “What's going on?” A few beats of silence passed. Daryl withdrew from your touch and took a few steps back, and you were convinced that he was going to shut you down, but you were pleasantly surprised when he let out a deep sigh and nodded.

“Ya remember those vamps tha' we encountered three days ago?” When you nodded, he continued. “I guess ya can say tha' they were my “friends”. When I got bitten by Stevie way back when, they took me in, showed me the ropes. They told me tha' if I wanted to survive, I'd have to live according to their customs. I'd have to feed off'a humans. For a while, tha's all tha' I knew. I mean, they've been alive for decades. I was a nobody, jus' some kid they took in. It didn't mean tha' I liked it, though. I wished more than anythin' for a way out.”

Daryl stopped for a moment and sat down on the bed before continuing. “But then they said tha' to prove myself, I'd have to kill my brother, drink his blood. Tha's when I jus' couldn't do it anymore. I got some vamp to pretend to have gotten into a scuffle with me and to tell everyone tha' he had killed me. I got my act straight and searched for alternatives, and tha's how I started becomin' “vegan”. I haven't had human blood again since then. Well, not since...” Daryl cleared his throat, his breath hitching when he inhaled too deeply and caught a whiff of your intoxicating scent again. “Not since tha' whole ordeal with those bastards. The blood tha' rained down on us was human blood. I made the mistake of tastin' it. Now nothin' s'satisfyin' my hunger. Not deer, not squirrel, nothin'. M'so goddamn hungry and I dun' know wha' to do.”

Silence. It got so silent that one could hear a pin drop. It got so silent that you could hear someone fiddling around with the pots and pans in the kitchen, that someone being Gabriel. The priest, although not very liked by your group, had been allowed to stay in your home. You were sure that if he had heard Daryl's confession, he'd run to Deanna first chance he got. But that wasn't your main focus at that moment.

Nothing would satisfy his hunger. No, that definitely wasn't something you believed. No animal would satisfy his hunger. However, you were sure that you could think of an alternative to his problems; you could be his solution. Seeing your man in such a state broke your heart, and if you could help him out of his terrible predicament, how could you say no?

With your decision made, you moved over to Daryl. You slowly straddled his lap and looped your arms around his neck. Daryl inhaled deeply and moved to grip your hips and lift you off of him, not trusting his own instincts, but you didn't allow him to do so. “Don't,” you whispered, gently brushing his hair away from his eyes.

Daryl's now blood red eyes stared at you, a small whimper escaping him. God, you smelled so good. It was getting to be too much to handle. If he didn't put some distance between the two of you, he'd most certainly do something he'd end up regretting. “I dun' wanna hurt ya. Ya smell so good and m'not sure I can control myself much longer. I have to go. I—”

“Don't,” you repeated your earlier statement. “No matter what you do, nothing satisfies your hunger, right?” When Daryl nodded, you continued. “No animal blood satisfies your hunger. My blood will.”

“Nah. I ain't doin' tha',” Daryl denied your offer, his breathing starting to fasten at the idea. He had to admit, the thought of tasting your blood sounded extremely appealing to him, but he couldn't. He didn't know if he'd be able to stop.

“It's either with me, your partner who won't snitch on you for this, or some innocent person. If you don't feed now, some innocent person is going to die. We don't want that.”

“Nah, I can't.” Daryl's words rung through the air as his breathing became more erratic. Although he was steadfast in his denial to your gracious request, his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. “I haven't drunk from a person in years. Wha' if I can't stop?”

“That won't happen,” you told him reassuringly, your fingers gently working through his hair. “I trust you. You'll know when to stop.”

Daryl inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as his self-restraint started to dwindle even more. “But, Gabriel's here. He's gon' hear everythin',” he mumbled, lowering his head to rest on your shoulder. “Ya've heard me when I feed on animals. Increase tha' by ten when it comes to human blood. He's gon' tell Deanna and m'gonna be kicked out, maybe even killed.”

“Well,” you began with a seductive smirk. You pulled back, moved your hands down to grip the edge of your shirt and tugged it over your head, leaving your upper body completely bare to your partner's now lustful gaze. “I guess you need some motivation to stay quiet, huh?”

Daryl let out a shuddered breath, his eyes trailing over your body. Any ounce of his self-restraint flew out of the window. All he thought about was you, and how absolutely amazing you'd taste, and he didn't want to admit that the thought sent blood rushing straight down to his dick. “Wha' do ya have in mind?”

Your smirk widened slightly at the feeling of him growing hard beneath you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, your eyes alight with mischief as your idea came out to play. “I'm gonna give you what you told me was your favourite thing and pair it with feeding you,” you began, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips before pulling back. “This.” Without even giving him time to process your words, you gently yet firmly brought his face down to your boobs, stuffing his face between them. “Drink.”

To say Daryl was surprised would be an understatement. He definitely hadn't expected that. Even just offering to help satisfy his hunger by drinking your blood was unexpected, and then that happened? However, he knew that you weren't about to take no for an answer, so very slowly and gingerly, he pressed a few kisses to your now bare chest, mentally preparing both you and him for what was about to transpire.

The small action had a white-hot fire shooting down through your body, all the way to your core. Without even fully registering what you were doing, you moaned softly and slowly ground yourself down against his erection, eliciting a broken groan from the archer. His self-restraint fully dissipated. His fangs elongated and he finally sunk them down into the flesh of your boobs, right above your nipple.

You yelped at the unexpected pain that came from his fangs penetrating your skin, but you refrained from pulling back against the pain. The pain would soon go away, you reassured yourself. The thought barely had time to sit in your mind until it was proven correct. The pain very quickly dulled into something more manageable and, dare you even say it, something way more pleasurable. The feeling had you rolling your hips against his, a desperate attempt to relieve the ache that formed at your core.

Daryl groaned at both the feeling of the pressure you bestowed on his clothed cock and the taste of the delicious crimson that filled his taste buds. You tasted better than anything he'd ever had before in his entire existence, human or animal. It was almost unbearable. His senses were acutely aware of you. Only you. He couldn't focus on anything else.

Subconsciously, Daryl started moving his hips up against yours, begging for any sort of friction to relieve the ache in his pants. You moaned at the feeling, grinding yourself down against him harder. Daryl wasn't going to last long, and you knew it. You knew his tells for when he was close. And for some reason, the thought of him falling apart simply by the taste of you and the little bit of friction pressed against him was so incredibly hot to you.

Daryl was close, in more ways than one. He was close to coming. He was close to retracting his fangs from your flesh as to not take too much of your blood. He was close to metaphorically dying. He was on cloud nine at that moment, and he never wanted to come down. Your blood was an addictive drug, one that he never wanted to get clean from. There was no rehab for him when the drug he was consuming at that moment was so damn good. He couldn't get enough of you. And after this whole ordeal, he doubted if he'd ever be able to go back to his former animal-drinking ways.

One last suck, one last mouthful of your delicious crimson liquid and one last grind of your hips had him tumbling over the edge. His body shook at the powerful feeling of his orgasm, white, hot spurts of his release coating the insides of his jeans. Daryl whimpered against your flesh, the intensity of it all making his mind incredibly foggy.

“That's it. Good job, Baby. You did so good,” you whispered soothingly, your mind also hazy from both the blood loss and the loss of your approaching release. However, you wouldn't tell Daryl about that last part. He could take care of you another time. Besides, even if he was willing to help you out at that moment, you doubted that you would be able to. You felt very light-headed, and all you wanted to do was collapse into your partner's arms.

Daryl withdrew his fangs from the skin of your breast. He looked up at you with his now-blue eyes, only small specks of red still coating the beautiful irises. “Ya alrigh'?” he asked you quietly, warily eyeing the way you eyes started to droop. “I didn't take too much, did I?”

You slowly shook your head. “No. I'll be okay. Just a bit light-headed.” You forced your eyes to focus on Daryl, desperately wanting to reassure him that you didn't regret a thing and that you were indeed just fine. “I promise I'm okay, Dar. You didn't take that much. I just need to rest and I'll be fine.”

Daryl hesitantly nodded before lowering his head to the wound his fangs had made onto your flesh. He gingerly licked at the blood that poured from the open skin before going back to the source, gently licking at it. “This'll help it heal faster,” Daryl explained, although he didn't have to. You were well aware of the healing attributes his spit carried. He had “magic spit”, as you had jokingly called it once before.

When he was done, he gently lifted you off his lap, placing you down next to him. He grabbed your shirt from the ground and helped you to put it on. “C'mon, in bed with ya. Ya need to take it easy.” When you complied with his request, he took it upon himself to clean up the mess he made in his jeans. He shuddered as he slowly undressed himself, his release sticking to him in a way he didn't like. He grabbed his rag and cleaned himself up, before grabbing a fresh pair of sweatpants from the dresser and putting them on. When everything was done, and with the immediate risk of hurting you gone, he clambered into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you from behind. He was certain that you had fallen asleep, but he was pleasantly surprised when he heard your voice.

“Should you be this hot?” you asked him, turning around to place your head on his chest.

“Wha' do ya mean?” Daryl asked you in confusion, his arms adjusting to hold you close to his chest.

“Well, vampires are considered to be dead, right? Dead things are usually cold. You're not. I wanna know why.”

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. “I dun' really know why. There are a bunch'a different types'a vamps. M'guessin' the reason I have human heat s'cause I didn't fully complete the “transformation” process. Yer supposed to drink the blood'a the vamp tha' bit ya to fully transform into one. I never did tha'. Stevie didn't want me to and said it didn't matter whether or not I did. Guess tha's wha's keepin' my human traits in check.”

“What happens to those that don't fully transform?”

“Not much. We dun' become immortal. Tha's why m'agin' jus' like everyone else. Tha's a huge plus for me. I definitely dun' wanna live forever. We need human food to survive jus' as much as we need blood. Can't survive purely off'a blood and can't survive purely off'a food. Need to have both.” He stopped, placed a tender kiss on your forehead, and continued. “We can walk in the sun without dyin', so tha's good. And, uh, we can make babies who are completely human, but I dun' know how true tha' is. Never tried it 'fore.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his clothed chest. “Well, I'm always up to try it. To test out that theory. Just tell me when.”

Daryl's breath hitched in his throat. You couldn't be serious about that, could you? “This yer way'a tellin' me ya want a baby?”

You shrugged and closed your eyes, letting out a contented sigh. “I'm not getting any younger. I kinda want to start a family. But it's okay if you don't want to. I'd never force you to...” you trailed off, your breathing evening out.

Daryl looked down at you in surprise at your revelation. You wanted to start a family? With him? The thought both scared and excited him. “Ya really want tha'? With me?” he asked you. However, he got no reply. You were fast asleep. He chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. “We'll talk 'bout it when ya ain't delirious from blood loss.”

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smolskxawng · 2 years ago

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New life - Chapter 5

<- chapter 4, chapter 6 ->

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Summary: After being faced with another life or death situation, you end up deciding to follow the Sullys on their journey to the Metkayina’s region. As you and Neteyam get progressively closer, you wonder if you’re starting to see him in a different way.

Note: Neteyam is aged up on this one☝️as well as the reader☝️

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Extra note: (y/n)’s addiction to M&M’s makes a comeback on this chapter 😶‍🌫️ lmao I’m sorry I just had to

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I quietly follow Neteyam through the woods while he tracks his parent’s footsteps

He looks back quickly from time to time, checking if I’m still behind him

It starts raining, slowing us down, the atmosphere is dense. If I didn’t have Neteyam with me, finding my way around the forest would be almost impossible

After walking for a while, we start to hear voices

“….Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to” A woman yells

Neytiri

We found them

I can see her now, she’s a bit far from us, hiding behind a tree

There’s a few human and avatar soldiers around, circling the perimeter

Neteyam stops in front of me, raising his hand as if telling me to stop as well, he looks into my eyes and points, first to where his mothers stands, then to the side, like he wants me to cover her side view while he stays directly across from her

I nod at him. Before I can go, he suddenly grabs my arm, making me turn back to look at him inquisitively

“Be. Careful.” He mouths, his eyes staring intensely into mine

I swallow hard. Looking back into his eyes, I nod, mouthing a “You too” back at him

He lets go of me slowly, and I swiftly walk to where he told me to

When I finally stop, I have a clear view of Neytiri’s side

And….

Shit

An avatar soldier, a human with a Na’vi replica, pointing his gun directly at her

She doesn’t seem to see him

My eyes widen, I try to pick an arrow as fast as I can

Right as I’m about to aim and shoot, another arrow beats me to it, getting the soldier from the back

Neteyam shot him!

Another soldier suddenly appears, loading his gun and pointing it in Neteyam’s direction

My eyes widen, my heartbeat fastening, I have to do something and I have to do it now

Having only a day of training, I know there’s a possibility I’ll miss. So I breath in deeply, trying to remember everything Neteyam taught me, quickly aiming my arrow at the man, screaming as loud as I can “Neteyam! Duck!”

The man screams “Na’vi”

I shoot at him, the arrow zooming in his direction, I was aiming at his the head, but it ends up hitting his arm instead

He still fires the gun, missing Neteyam because of my arrow’s impact, making the gun he was holding shoot a row of bullets to the side before falling from his hold

Still, Jake pushes Neteyam to the ground as the gun goes off

“Go Go Go” Jake urges, dragging Neteyam with him behind a tree

“You okay? You okay boy?” Jake inquires urgently

Neteyam agrees, making a motion of moving from his hiding spot to look in my direction

Jake holds him in place by his arm “Okay. With me. Ready? Ready?” He asks Neteyam

“Yes sir” he answers firmly

Jake then presses his fingers to his neck, quickly speaking into our communication mechanism “(Y/n), still with us?!”

“Y-yes!! I’m here!!” I say into the earpiece. I’m currently laying on the ground, having thrown myself down as soon as the shooting started

Neteyam let’s out a breath of relief as his father quickly yells “Good. Be ready to run on my sign”

He suddenly gets out of his hiding spot, shooting at two soldiers who stood close to us

After bringing them down, he screams “Move!”

I quickly get up, running as fast as I can into the woods

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I’m alone now, separated from the rest of the group, running through the thick forest. Trusting my hearing to somehow guide me away from danger

I run for what feels like hours, legs burning, heart almost bursting out of my chest

I hope everyone’s alright

As I approach some massive tree roots, I start to hear voices

I slow down, scared, breathing heavily, trying to focus on the noise

“…ou hurt? Are you hurt?!!” Someone urges from behind the giant tree roots

It’s Jake!!

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“(Y/n)” Neteyam breathes out, his eyes frantically scanning the perimeter, “Where’s (y/n)?” he anxiously presses his fingers to his neck, about to call me on our earpiece, starting to move to run back into the forest

But I beat him to it

“(Y/n)!!” Tuk screams as I jump over a big fallen tree branch to finally meet up with them

Everyone’s eyes snap on my direction, Jake immediately asking if I’m hurt

“I-I’m alright, I’m okay” I manage to breath out, my lungs burning from the run

Suddenly, two hands grab me by the arms “(Y/n)”

Neteyam says as he starts to scan my body for any possible injuries “Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” He stops his eyes on mine, looking intensely at me, his tone urgent, gaze full of concern

“Oh my god” I breath out

“They tried to shoot you!! Oh my god Neteyam” I say, starting to fuss over him, circling him while touching his arms and back, looking for any serious wounds

Or any bullet wounds

“Hey, I’m okay, it’s alright, they didn’t get me” he holds me in place by my arms

“You saved me, again” he says softly, looking into my eyes

Before we can say anything else, strong white lights emerge from the sky, illuminating the forest

It’s a huge airship, getting progressively close to the ground, probably coming to fetch the soldiers

We all look up, Neteyam puts a protective arm in front of me as we see a bunch of avatar soldiers getting dragged up towards the sky by ropes with hooks on them, tied to the airship

As it distances itself from the land, I hear Jake saying

“…..Okay. We’re clear, everyone okay?” He breathes out, his tone urgent

“Mom!” Tuk screams, running into Neytiri’s arms, starting to cry

It’s finally over

Jake slowly pulls Neteyam and Lo’ak into a tight hug

Hands on my knees, I let out a huge breath of relief, tears swelling on the corners of my eyes after all of the adrenaline and fear

Jake looks over at where I stand for a while. Slowly, he stretches one arm in my direction, as if inviting me into the hug

My breath hitches, a few tears dropping from my eyes as I enter his embrace

Neteyam puts an arm around me as soon as I appear beside him, pulling me in tightly

“Oh thank you great mother! Thank you” Neytiri screams as she hugs Kiri and Tuk, breathing heavily

As we slowly pull back from Jake’s embrace, Neteyam’s hand lingers on my lower back for a bit

Lo’ak looks around, confused, before suddenly asking about Spider

“They took him” Kiri cries out, tears already spilling from her eyes “They took him”

Jake hugs her tight, telling her that Spider will be alright

“He’s as tough kid” he tells her

We look around amongst ourselves in shock, worried for him

This can’t be good

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Back in the village, Jake and Neytiri are currently inside of their hut, arguing about what’s the right decision to make after the recent events

Me and the Sully kids lay quietly next to their place, trying to hear whatever we can about the conversation, hoping to figure out what’s going to happen next

“….he’s targeting our family” we hear Jake say

I clench my jaw

Quaritch

So he’s the one responsible for what happened back at the forest

“You cannot ask this!” Neytiri pleads “The children. Everything they’ve ever known, the forest. This is our home” she yells

Ask what? What’s Jake thinking about doing?

“He had our children, he had them under his knife” Jake whispers firmly

I look at where Tuk is now currently laying on the ground, spying on her parent’s conversation

She could’ve had died today, I think, they could’ve taken her

This is can’t happen again

I focus back on the conversation

“….You’re Toruk Makto” Neytiri yells

“This will protect the people” Jake yells back

“Quaritch has Spider, that kid knows everything” He urges

“He knows our whole operation, he can lead them right in here” he finishes

We look around amongst ourselves, my eyes resting on Kiri

On the past few days, I’ve noticed Kiri and Spider’s strong bond, their friendship and care for each other is always really evident

Too evident… maybe there’s something more going on between them

I slowly put a hand on her arm, she seems out of it, like her mind is anywhere else but here

Jake still pleads with Neytiri, telling her that if the people harbor us, they’ll die

He proceeds to admit to having no plan, affirming that what he can do is protect this family, his family

I have to put my ear on their tent’s side to catch his next phrase

“But I know one thing” He whispers softly “Wherever we go, this family is our fortress”

I back away from the tent slowly, a million thoughts running through my head, are they… are they leaving?

Jake pushes the fabric that covers the entrance of his hut abruptly, making us jump and try to act as natural as possible, hoping he doesn’t notice we were spying

Of course he does

His gazes focuses on me

“(Y/n)” he starts with a serious expression, “I need to have a word with you”

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I follow Jake into my hut, where he sits down, gesturing for me to do the same

I sit across from him, anxious

“(Y/n)…. we’re leaving” he says, his eyes sorrowful

My suspicions were right

He goes on to explain the whole situation, telling me that they were doing this for the sake of their people, that it’s the only way to make sure no one gets hurt, or worse

“Quaritch isn’t giving up until he finds us, so we’ll be disappearing”He says “Moving south to the Metkayina’s region”

The sea people, I think, one of my favorite tribes, I used to spend hours on end reading every bit of information available about them

“But” I start hesitantly “You’re the olo’eyktan-“

“I’ve already chosen a successor” he interrupts me, his voice firm and his gaze stern

He sighs

“It’s the best decision for our people and for ourselves” he finishes

I nod slowly, understanding. It’s the only way to protect both his family and his tribe at the same time

“You can stay” he continues “It’s our family he’s after. You could stay with the omaticaya if you wish, with Norm” he finishes, mentioning the only person I have left from my past

I look down, thinking. I could stay, help Norm around the lab, have a good, tranquil life

But… it’s not that simple anymore, i think, I promised to help against the humans, against Quaritch. Even if he’s only after the Sullys, I can’t abandon them

I… care for them, I realize. They already occupy a special place in my heart. They were the first people to approach me with kindness and care since I escaped the human base

Especially their oldest son

I can’t leave them

Besides, I think, who’s going to save Neteyam when he needs it? I smile to myself recalling the last two times I ended up saving his life

I look at Jake, who’s staring back at me, waiting for an answer

“If you’ll have me…I wish to go as well” I tell him

“You do?” He raises both of his eyebrows “You…. do understand there’s a possibility we aren’t coming back”

I smile “I know. I promised to help didn’t I? If anything happens, you’ll need someone who has intel on the humans, on Quaritch. I promise I’ll be useful”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head “You know” he starts “You really do remind me of Grace” he stares at me for a while, a soft look in his eyes

I look at him, surprised, a smile forming on my lips “Thank you”

“Well then” he continues “Get ready, we leave tomorrow”

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Jake then goes after Neytiri, both of them calling their kids in to tell them the news

I can’t even imagine what it’ll be like for them. My home is in the past, it doesn’t really exist anymore, I’m still struggling to find somewhere else, some other people to cling on to

But the Sullys, they’ve lived their whole lives here, their future lies here too

I can’t help but to feel sad for them

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No one could really sleep after Jake’s news, so that brings us to the current moment, where me and the Sully children sit around a small bonfire next to my hut

Their faces are melancholic, some tear streaked, still absorbing the news

They’re leaving home

“This fucking sucks” Lo’ak says, his eyes locked onto the fire

“Language” kiri sighs out, proceeding to lay down on the ground, staring at the stars

“I don’t want to go….” Tuk cries out softly, hand rubbing her eyes, seems like she’s holding her tears in

“C’mere” Neteyam tells her, he picks her up, sitting her on his lap, softly rubbing her back

“It won’t be that bad” he tells her softly “We’re going near the sea, there’s all sorts of beautiful creatures in it, right (y/n)?” His gaze shifts to me

I’ve told Neteyam about my interest on the Metkayina before, having studied their culture to its core

“That’s right!!” I try to smile reassuringly at Tuk “There’s huuuge whales too, they’re called Tulkuns!!”

As my gaze shifts to Neteyam, I notice he’s trying his hardest to cheer Tuk up. But his eyes are sorrowful, distant

“Grandma Mo’at would love them…” Tuk says, her eyes watering again

Me and Neteyam share a look, his jaw locked. Their grandmother is staying, she’s the tsahik, the people can’t do without her

It’s inevitable, there’s no way around it, they’re really leaving

I look at them, their sad expressions making my heart ache

“Okay” I suddenly say, standing up “Come with me everyone, I’ve got something to show you”

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After some hard convincing and a whole lot of it’ll be good I promises, I currently have the Sully kids inside my hut, sitting down in a circle. Their faces confused and skeptical

I reach inside a woven basket in the corner of my room, taking out the only thing I brought with me when I escaped the human base: a backpack with some essentials

When I first escaped, it contained a few provisions, a flask of water and two personal items

Now, it only had the latter, which were my mini cassette player and a bag of M&M’s

Time to blow some minds

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“Alright, now on the count of three, we all eat it. Don’t just swallow it, chew it slowly and feel the flavor” I say

I’m now sitting amongst them on the ground, cross legged between Neteyam and Kiri

We all have at least two M&M’s in hand, everyone waiting for my sign to eat them

Tuk looks excited, wanting to try “the little colorful balls”, as she calls the M&M’s, already.

Lo’ak looks at me skeptically, while Kiri points out there’s a tiny “m” written on each one of them

“What did you say these were again?” Neteyam asks, amused, raising an eyebrow in my direction

“Happiness in a little sphere” I grin at him, “Chocolate” I finish

“Oh so that’s what this is?” Lo’ak asks, “The lab crew talks about craving this stuff all the time. This better be good (y/n)” he smirks in my direction

I smile at him, looking at the candy in my hand. It’s weird to think that this is probably the last piece of chocolate I’ll ever have

I’m not human anymore, I think. Now that I’m with the na’vi, shipments from Earth don’t reach us like they used to, since the humans that were allowed to stay on Pandora are considered part of the tribe, the ties between us and planet Earth were cut short

My gaze becomes a little distant, eyes on the candy on my hand, memories from a life that doesn’t exist anymore flashing through my mind

“It’ll be good” Neteyam says, snapping me out of my thoughts

I look at him, he’s staring at me encouragingly, a bit of concern on his eyes

“She promised it’ll be good” he continues “So if it isn’t, she’ll have to come up with something better” he finishes, a playful look in his eyes

I laugh softly “Trust me, you won’t need anything else after trying these”

“Can I eat mine now?” Tuk says, excited, patience running low

I grin at her “Okay. On the count of three” I say “One, two… three”

We all simultaneously put the candy into our mouths

My smile is immediate, the familiar flavor bringing me good memories, I really love these

The chain of reactions in front of me is hilarious to say the least

First, Lo’ak squints his eyes, slowly chewing the candy. Then, his eyebrows raise and his pupils dilate, a small smile playing on his lips, “Oh wow” he mutters

Kiri only eats one of the two M&M’s I initially gave her, eyeing the other skeptically while she chews. A slow smile spreads through her face, getting progressively bigger. She looks at me beaming, showing me the M&M she didn’t eat “Does each one taste different since they have different colors?”

Tuk finishes her’s in a matter of seconds, instantly opening both her hands in front of me “Can I please have some more??” She pleads, eyes sparkling

Neteyam’s the only one who I can’t really figure out if approved the candy or not. He has his brows furrowed, chewing his candy slowly

I laugh “No kiri, and of course Tuk!!” I answer the girl’s questions, turning the bag of M&M’s on Tuk’s hand. Her eyes widen at how much more I just gave her

While Lo’ak tries to steal some from Tuk’s hand, getting harshly scolded from her, I turn my attention to Neteyam

“So?… what do you think?” I ask him hesitantly

He finally finishes chewing, looking into my eyes “honestly….I kind of hate it”

“W-what? Really?” I ask him, my tone urgent and disappointed

He nods, pursing his lips, staring at me

My face falls

Then, his face slowly morphs into a grin, finally breaking into a loud laugh

“Of course not” his laughter dies down a bit “I love it actually” his eyes have a playful glint on them “And I need more, immediately” He finishes, smirking, opening his hand for me to pour more

I’m trying hard to make an angry face at him, but the smile on my lips betrays me

I scoff “Sorry, but you just lost your candy privileges” I turn to Lo’ak and Kiri “Want some more you guys?”

Neteyam laughs again, “Come on (y/n), I’m sorry!” He pokes my sides with his hand softly

I suddenly shriek, letting out a quick laugh, eyes widening, I’m really ticklish there

Shit

Neteyam’s smirk slowly widens

“Please don’t, please” I plead

He doesn’t even hesitate, poking both of my sides fast and hard

I laugh loudly, small tears swelling on the corners of my eyes, dropping the bag of M&M’s I was holding to try and get away from his torture

“Can I get some M&M’s now (y/n)?” he asks, laughing while continuing to tickle me

“Y-yes just please- stop!” I manage to blurt out mid laugh

“What? Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that” he grins, continuing his torture on my sides

This little bitch

“I’ll give you the whole bag if you want to, just please stop!!” I breath out, still laughing

He slowly stops, his smile wide “Well thank you (y/n), since you offered it, I’ll be having the whole thing” he says, his laughter finally dying down as well

I turn to look for the M&M’s bag, having dropped it earlier when he attacked me

The bag is now on Lo’ak’s hands, who’s staring at both me and Neteyam, wide eyed, eyebrows raised

He’s sharing the candy with Kiri, who chews slowly while also watching us, a wide smile on her lips

My cheeks redden immediately, I try to look anywhere but back at them

Neteyam’s ears are bright red, redder than I’ve ever seen them. He clears his throat

“Why’d you stop? Do it again!!” Tuk exclaims to Neteyam. Her hands are still full of the M&M’s I gave her before, her tongue multicolored from the candy

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It’s late now, I can hear the soft rustle of the trees from outside of the hut as I lay on my hammock, trying to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s voyage to the Metkayina’s region

I smile softly, remembering the Sully’s goodbyes before leaving my hut for the night

—————FLASHBACK——————

“Sleep well (y/n)!! I’ll be coming back for more of that stuff” Lo’ak says, pointing at the now empty bag of M&M’s, hand on my shoulder as he wishes me goodnight

“Thank you for the delicious little colored thingies (y/n)!! Sleep well” Kiri says, giving me a side hug as she leaves

“(Y/n)!!!!” Tuk exclaims, hugging me tight by my legs “I loved the chocolate!!!! thank you so so so so so much!!!!!” She excitedly says, jumping in place while still holding me

My eyes widen, I hug her back tightly, laughing

Oops, I think, looks like I ended up giving someone a sugar rush

She suddenly dashes after Lo’ak and Kiri

“That’ll be hard to explain” Neteyam says, laughing. He’s the last one to leave my hut

We see Tuk jump on Lo’ak’s back, almost tackling him to the ground

I laugh “Don’t worry, it’ll pass soon, I think” I say

We laugh, Neteyam now stands in front of me at the entrance of my hut

“(Y/n)” He starts, smiling softly at me “Thank you… truly. They really needed that. Today wasn’t easy, and tomorrow will probably be even harder, but you gave them a little something to smile about, and for that I am very grateful”

I look back into his eyes, there’s a lot of emotion in them, I find myself getting a bit lost inside his gaze

I slowly smile at him “That was nothing! It was the least I could do after everything you all have done for me” I tell him

“But…How about you? Did it cheer you up too?” I ask him

His smile falters just a little, his eyes widening a bit “Me?” he asks, “I don’t- I’m not-“

“It’s okay” I interrupt him, “We don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to. But I’ve noticed you always try to be strong for both your parents and your siblings, especially Tuk” I smile at him

“It’s really admirable, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be sad as well” I continue “It’s your home too, you’re allowed to feel bad about leaving it” I finish

I stare at him, he seems at a loss for words. We stay in silence for a bit

He swallows hard, jaw tense, staring intensely into my eyes

Suddenly breathing out, he says “You’re a really observant person (y/n)” his voice falters a bit, a small smile growing on his lips

My cheeks heat up a bit. I smile awkwardly at him “You’re one to talk!! You always seem to get me out of uncomfortable situations”

“And you seem to always save me from life or death ones” he smiles wider at me, a playful glint on his eyes

I laugh loudly at that, my eyes crinkling “Just accept the compliment Neteyam!!”

He laughs as well, his eyes never leaving mine, he slowly uses two of his fingers to grab mine, softly saying “Thank you (y/n)”

My cheeks redden again, I swallow hard, squeezing his fingers back softly “Y-you’re welcome”

He smiles “If you ever need to talk, or anything at all, I’m always here yeah? Just call for me and I’ll be there” he says

“Right back at you, mighty warrior” I say the last part in a lower, softer tone, unlike the teasing one i’ve used on him until now

——END OF THE FLASHBACK——

My stomach churns as I recall the interaction with Neteyam, a smile involuntarily coming to my lips. I rest my forearm above my eyes

Why am I feeling like this??

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<- chapter 6 is out now :)

SooooOooOoO, (y/n) is going with the Sullys to the Metkayina’s. Anything could happen over there Ig 🤷‍♀️

Chapter 6 coming soon!! Ty SO much for the support everyone 🥹💞

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sibillascribbles08 · 2 years ago

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Decided to do the TMNTVDAY month because I need to spread more propaganda for this ship (I see y’all liking all the posts for it on my blog I SEE you)

1. In which TMNT universe does your pairing exist?

Rise, mainly because it’s the only one I’m still familiar with haha

2. Introduce us to your OTP.

Hi it’s Jasonnie, I’m predictable. Jason and Donnie (”Who the fuck is Jason”) He’s the little purple dragon guy. I literally can’t blame you if you don’t remember he’s in THREE episodes ! (Would he have been in more if the show hadn’t been cut off? I can hope) Anyway my brain has a terrible habit of looking at underdeveloped background characters and saying “it’s free real estate”, so lets be very clear the only reason I love his character so much is cause I made like 89% of it aslkjf.

3. How did they meet?

According to canon, when Donnie was helping April in the computer lab where he tried to show off and then got all his shit stolen lmao.

4. How is the relationship now?

Depends how long it’s been. The few stories I have with this ship always take the route of enemies to friends to lovers, and some move much slower than others haha.

But I suppose to give more details and elaborate on how I picture their dynamic, although the two come to adore each other there’s always an antagonistic streak between them that never goes away, it just becomes more playful rather than mean. Affectionate insults are a regular occurrence, and neither of them have an issue with calling the other out when they do something stupid. You’d think it’d lead to more arguments, but generally their combined blunt nature causes them to communicate more often (not that there aren’t still snags that come up).

Also like, nerds, in more ways than one. Sure the tech stuff is obvious but while Donnie adores Jupiter Jim, Lou Jitsu and Atomic Lass, Jase is over here with tons of gundam and transformer models and will watch any film that features a giant robot. More than one date is spent with one or the other talking about something for an hour and a half straight.

5. What is each other’s love language?

Donnie’s main one is gift giving, which sometimes goes overboard. Jase has to be careful mentioning he ever wants anything because there’s a good chance Donnie will show up a week later having either bought it, stolen it, or built it from scratch. He also likes to give things when he makes apologies, often cookies or snacks.

Jase’s is actually touch, though it took some time for him to be on a comfort level for that to be obvious. You wouldn’t expect it either, for how often he complains if Donnie ever picks him up, but he enjoys almost any form of contact. For the days Donnie’s overwhelmed and isn’t up for it, he’s also content to just sit in the same room (Quality time being his secondary language).

6. Do they get married or have any kids?

I may never write about it but yes asldjf fun fact tho, Donnie names their daughter Holly (after Holly Blue).

7. What is your favorite thing about this pairing? (Gush as much as you want!)

Listen part of it is just “I built one of these characters from the ground up so I can make this whatever I want” but I really enjoy how their dynamic evolved into keeping each other in check. Jase not eating properly due to anxiety? Donnie brings him his favorite snacks and will stare at him until he eats some of it. Donnie working almost non stop for twelve hours ? Jase snapping at him and possibly even wrestling a device out of his grip until he goes to lay down.

Oh also uh, height difference. Yeah I hc that Donnie gets up to freaking 6′11″ when he’s fully grown and Jase is stuck at 5′3″ sooo

yeah

#scribs speaks #rottmnt #jasonnie #tmntvday #I hope the height difference thing was obvious #there is a reason Donnie can pick Jase up with absolutely no effort #can pick him up by his jacket like a kitten #anyway prepare for some more drabbles about these two from ME

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queenvidal · 2 years ago

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The Girl Who Never Cries

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 6: Bad Blood

Chapter Summary: You have to face the punishment for your actions, but it's nothing you could have ever imagined.

Wordcount: 2288

Notes: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language. - Part 1 of the The One And Only Series - Takes place during the beginning of season 7

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

“What were you thinking?” Rick's voice makes you sigh in annoyance. After Daryl brought you to your house and you took a quick shower, your father sat you down at the kitchen table. While he is overjoyed having you and the others back, in one piece even, he’s still angry about what happened at the gate.

“Dad, can you calm down for a moment?” You ask him softly.

But he continues, “They will punish you, Y/N.”

“For what?” Exasperation is clear in your tone. “For laughing?”

Rick throws his arms up in frustration. “Disobedience, Y/N! This will have consequences.”

Loud and feigned laughter escapes you. “Oh, now you are concerned about consequences?”

“That’s nothing to joke about, Y/N-” Rick tries to defend himself, but you won't let him.

“Dad, for real now, I’ve just laughed. Admittedly at the wrong moment, fine, but so what? I haven’t touched Dwight and Mr. Mustache intervened before anything could have happened.”

Your father sighs in frustration. With his elbows resting on the table, he lays his head in his hands. He is clearly worried and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “I think it would be the best, if you were out with Daryl next time they come for the pick up."

You look at your father in disbelief and you say, “You can’t be serious. If anything, that would only make things worse. I made a mistake, Dad, and I will take responsibility for that.”

“But Negan-”

“Negan won’t kill me for laughing, Dad. He takes me for one if not the most useful scavenger of the community.” Or at least you hope he still does. While he had told you that much, he is still hard to read and predict, especially with how you two parted ways the last time you two spoke.

“If something happens to you, Y/N-”

“It won’t.” You assure him with your hand resting on his arm, “Promised.”

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In retrospect, you should not have promised anything. The closer the next pickup came, the more you were on edge. All of the confidence you had a week ago dwindled as the days went by and when the all too familiar sound of the trucks settled at the gate, even the smallest rest of it went right out the window.

With your hand still clinging to the doorknob of the infirmary, you debate whether you should quickly scurry back inside. With your heart rapidly beating against your ribcage you watch the saviors jumping out their vehicles, gathering at the gate. The last time you felt that anxious was the night at the clearing. Giving the circumstances, you might follow Glenn and Ab, somehow you have a feeling you can't really talk yourself out of this one.

Your hands start to sweat as you search the gathering crowd, Negan has yet to appear somewhere. Maybe he isn’t supervising this week's pickup. Simon had to replace him already one time for whatever reason. Maybe it’s going to be the same thing today. No, it’s just wishful thinking and you know that. He won’t miss the chance to punish Alexandria for fucking up. And just as that thought passes your mind, you spot the signature leather jacket of the saviors leader in the crowd. Negan marches through the people, his beloved bat resting against his shoulder. And he looks pissed.

Your stomach churns in response to your rising heart rate. The fight or flight instinct is screaming at you to go back inside, but you force yourself to stay your ground - you are scared but not a coward!

Some of the saviors walk up the street to the pantry, as it is just the routine by now. They eye you with knowing grins on their faces as they pass you by, feeding your anxiety. You watch them making their way, when Negan's voice roars over the place. “Y/N!”

Startled, you look back at him. He stands in the middle of the street with his head high and scowl on his face. He commands you over to him with a wave of his hand. “Get over here. Now!”

His tone of voice doesn’t leave any room for argumentation. With a deep breath, you finally let go of the door and slowly turn towards the street. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins but you try your best to hide it, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with Negan, while your feet carry you forward.

Once standing close enough and in front of the leader of the Saviors, you come to a halt. His eyes are trained on yours, Lucille casually resting in his gloved hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see some if not most Saviors stopping in their tracks, eager to watch the scene unfold.

Your father appears on the edge of your peripheral vision but you don’t dare to break eye contact with Negan.

“So,” he starts, his voice slightly quieter now. “Simon brought to my attention that you think orders are something you can ignore and laugh about.”

“I-

“Nope!” He cuts you off immediately and raises Lucille to point at you for a brief moment. ”No talking - you’ll listen!”

You worry the edge of your lips with your teeth, your nerves slowly getting the better of you as you endure Negan's glare.

“You know, I thought you understood the message I delivered when we first met, but maybe I was wrong, which for your sake I hope I am not.”

“No, I-”

“Cause if I am and you actually don’t give a shit about our previously so smooth working relationship, I’m gonna have you receive the message yet again. Maybe you forgot about who is in charge now.”

“I don’t query your authority or the one of your men.”

Negan narrows his eyes at you. “Yet you laughed when receiving direct orders from one of my top guys.”

“I laughed because he threatened me with a knife.” It was a pathetic attempt to scare you and shut you up. Just like the first time Dwight tried that on you, when he so miserably failed to kill you in the woods.

Negan studies your face for a moment and leans against the hood of the parked car behind him. “Thing is, I like you and it would be moronic of me to go too hard on you. After all, you did gather an insane ass load of stuff for me in the past few weeks. But I also can’t let shit like this slide, which begs the question now,” He pauses for a long moment, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. ”What should I do with you?”

You clasp your wet hands together, trying to at least appear calmer than you actually feel and after a quiet moment, you respond, “Whatever you see fit.”

Negan scratches his beard, deep in thought. The longer the silence streaches on, the harder your heart beats within your chest. Suddenly, Negan turns his head around and calls over his shoulder. “Hey, D!”

Your eyes snap to Dwight, who approaches you two with way too much confidence for your liking. Like one of the boys in kindergarten who tells on the other kids to gain the teacher's approval. Pathetic.

“Dwighty-Boy, what do you think?” Negan's nickname for that asshole almost makes you throw up. “I can’t go too hard on her for several reasons. But she sure as hell needs a reminder that you’re someone she has to respect.”

Dwight casts you a creepy smile. “Well, maybe not too hard on her, but she wasn’t alone.”

No! You can feel all the color drain from your face and your heart sinking into your boots.

“Right,” Negan says, his attention and eyes back at you. “You had a friend.”

“Daryl has nothing to do with this!” You reply while fighting your voice from faltering. You remind Dwight, “That’s something between you and me.”

Dwight snarls back, “He disobeyed as well.”

“Because of me!” You almost shout, anxiety tightening up the knots in your abdomen. If not for Daryl, you would have stabbed Dwight. “I was the one laughing at y-”

“He’s just as-”

BANG!

Both of you jump at the sound of Lucille hitting the car with enough force to bash a serious bulge into the metal. “Enough of this petulant fucking bullshit!” Negan's patience is running out.

“Since you two are acting like fucking kids, we’re gonna settle this like fucking kids.” Negan waves at you for you to come closer. “Y/N, you're gonna apologize to Dwight and better make it sound genuine.”

With eyebrows knit together in confusion, your eyes switch between Negan and Dwight. “What?”

“Now.” Negan urges, looking at you somewhat expectant.

Baffled by Negan’s strange idea of a solution, you turn to face Dwight, who seems to be just as unhinged. “I am sorry for the disobedience and the inappropriate laughter afterwards. It won't happen again.”

Negan turns his head towards Dwight, waiting for a response.

Dwight glances at him for a split second, before looking back at you. “Good.”

Negan pushes himself from the hood. “Now shake hands like goddamn adults, so we can move the fuck on."

You both raise your hands for a handshake, albeit the mutual aversion.

Once both of you let your hands fall back to your sides, Negan claps his hands together, his signature smile back in place. “Now that this shit’s out of the world, let's get back to business.”

You and Dwight look at each other in equal confusion as Negan swaggers away towards the pantry, whistling his usual melody.

What the hell just happened?

Dwight takes a step closer to you, his voice quiet enough to only reach your ears. “I’ll get you killed and then I'm gonna kill Daryl.”

You look back at him with narrowed eyes and with an unreasonable amount of venom in your voice you reply, ”I can’t wait to see you try.”

Dwight just scoffs at you before he takes off, slithering back to the side of his boss like the sad worm that he is.

The crowd around you starts to dissolve again. Taking this as your sign of finally being dismissed, you hurry past everyone to get down the street and back inside of the infirmary.

Once the door is closed behind you, you try to calm your nerves. While trying to control your rapid breathing you walk the room up and down, counting down from ten and then again and again.

Eventually, you sit down at your desk, with your eyes glued to the clock above the door. Time passes agonizingly slow, while your mind is running wild. After a few more minutes you slowly start to relax.

With your notebook and old medical journals cluttered all over the surface, you consider returning to your studies. You might as well use the time instead of just waiting for the Saviors to finally leave again.

And just on que, you hear the door opening. You hope for Rick to finally announce the Saviors departure with his usal scowl on his face.

But instead your eyes fall on a black leather jacket and you resist the urge to fall back into the chair. Somehow you figured and actually feared the show on the street was actually just a show, with the real punishment still waiting to be delivered to you. At least it’s going to be in the privacy of the infirmary and not on the street for everyone to see, preserving what’s left of your dignity.

Negan closes the door behind him, his face void of his usual smile. “Just wanted a quick chat and then you'll be rid of me.” He leans casually against the door, keeping the distance between you two.

In response, you lean forward on your desk, resting your folded arms on the surface. The absence of Lucille doesn’t go unnoticed and it strangely calms you down a little bit. But then again, Negan doesn’t need the bat to kill you, he still has his gun and a knife.

His eyes bore into yours for a long moment before he finally speaks up. “Y/N, I'm gonna be honest with you, no one and I mean no one would have gotten out of this situation as unscratched as you just did.”

You figured and you wonder what Negan's motives are to let you live. He must have ulterior motives and not knowing what he wants is freaking you out. “I am aware.”

“You better be.” He says, pushing himself from the door. “Disobedience is not tolerable, neither is disrespect."

“And I understand that but Dwight-”

“I don’t give two shits about the bad blood between you and Dwight,” He interrupts you in a harsh tone. “And I advise you to do the same.”

Negan comes to a halt in front of your desk, looking down at you with a stern expression. He leans down, resting his hands on the desk, coming closer to an almost eye level, as if he wasn’t intimidating enough already. “I think we both know, I’d not harm you. ‘Cause I’d absolutely hate to ruin this pretty face of yours.”

Despite the tense situation, you can’t stop the blush from settling on your cheeks.

“There are enough useless shits in this town who don’t go out to scavenge. I don’t want to kill your people if I don’t need to, but if you force my hand, I’ll do what I gotta do - do you understand?”

“I do.” You stare back into his hazel eyes and believe to notice them falling on your lips for a fleeting moment.

“Consider this my absolute last warning, sunshine.”

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

#The Walking Dead #negan smith #negan x oc #twd negan #negan #negan x reader #negan / reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #michonne #daryl #daryl dixon #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #twd

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 4 years ago

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You Flinch During An Argument

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: mentions of abuse and murder, drinking, Kai being an asshole, language, crying, fighting, blood

a/n: this is formatted a little differently than my other headcannons

Tate Langdon

“Tell me it isn’t true!” you yelled, anger and betrayal flooding through you.

Tate didn’t say anything at first, keeping his eyes on the ground. You found out. He didn’t know how but you found out. The one thing he tried to keep hidden finally came out. And this definitely wasn’t going to end well.

“Tell me it isn’t true!” you yelled once more.

“I can’t! I did it, alright?! I shot up my school!”

You froze as soon as the words left his mouth. It was true. It was all true. Everything Chad told you was true.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

While speaking, Tate raised his arm slightly, trying to emphasize his words. But as soon as you saw his arm come up you flinched backwards, putting your arms in front of you to block yourself, preparing to be hit.

“Y/n,” Tate said weakly, his voice broken as he watched you cower away from him.

The anger between the two of you was gone. He slowly walked towards you, pulling you into an embrace.

“I would never hurt you. You know that right?”

“Y-yeah,” you said through oncoming tears.

“Then why,” Tate trailed off, not being able to find the words.

“My ex. He used to hurt me. And I saw you raise your arm and I just thought-,” you paused, trying to collected yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no you don’t have anything to apologize for. You’re safe here, and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Kit Walker

“You’re never home anymore! All I’m saying is that I miss you! I want to be with you!” you yelled out in tears.

What started as a simple comment of how much you missed him throughout the day, exploded into something way more than that. The two of you were screaming at each other, neither wanting to give up their side.

“I’m never home cause I’m working! I’m trying to help us have money! Which is kinda important!” he said while raising his arm to make a point.

But you didn’t realize that. Memories came flooded back. Dear came flooding back. In an instant you put your arms in front of your face and backed away.

“No!”

Kit froze when he saw what you did. All of his anger left him when he saw you react the way you did. Did you think that he would hit you?

“Y/n,” he trailed off, pain filling his heart.

You were sobbing now. You lowered your arms, but didn’t step any closer to him. You leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor, curling up into a ball.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry,” you mumbled out, attempting to speak through your sobs.

“Y/n you have nothing to be sorry about. What happened?” Kit asked softly and he sat down in front of you, still keeping his distance as to not upset you.

“My father, he,” you cut yourself off with a heavier sob, not wanting to reminisce any longer.

Kit’s heart shattered when he realized what your were saying. He immediately moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You don’t have to see him ever again, I promise. We can move, go somewhere far away from him, if you want. But I will never let him go near you again, I promise.”

You looked up at him with bleary eyes.

“Really?”

Kit nodded, and instantly relief flooded through you. You let your weight fall into Kit’s side, wrapping your arms around him, happy that you would never have to face your father again.

Post-Death Kyle Spencer

Kyle was having a meltdown again. You were trying to teach him how to communicate again, showing him flash cards to help him relearn words, and get his needs across to you. But Kyle didn’t like that. He thought you were treating him like he was stupid. And that made him upset.

“Not stupid!” he yelled, smacking the cards out of your hand.

You flinched, and brought your arms up to protect yourself, not bothering to think beforehand. Kyle froze and looked at you sadly when he saw what you did.

“Scared.... of me?”

“No Kyle, I’m not scared of you. I promise, it’s not you. It’s just, some people weren’t so nice to me when I was younger, and I just got scared. It wasn’t your fault.”

Kyle didn’t really know what to do, so he pulled you into a hug, trying not to hug you too tightly. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder, allowing a few tears to slip out.

“You... safe. I... protect y/n.”

You gently smiled, and hugged him tighter.

“Thank you Kyle.”

Jimmy Darling

“Jimmy, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” you said laughing slightly at his drunken state.

You reached over to take the bottle away from him, but he pushed you back and held the bottle away from you.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Jimmy slurred out, glaring at you.

“Jimmy,” you said softly.

You knew he was a little grumpier when he was drunk but this time he seemed different. He was angry. Violent.

“Please, just stop drinking and come to bed.”

Jimmy stood up and walked over to you, seeming even more angry. The bottle slipped out of his hand and fell to the floor, shattering.

“I said don’t tell me what to do!”

He was so close, and so angry. You didn’t know what was going to happen and you didn’t want to. Without thinking you brought your arms up to block your face and cowered away from him.

Seeing your reaction cleared some of the fog over his mind as he realized what happened. You were afraid. Of him. He immediately backed away, a few tears falling past his eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he whimpered out, not wanting to startle you by talking loudly.

You lowered your arms and slowly faced him. The sight broke you. He was crying because he thought you were scared of him. You slowly walked over to him and hugged him, trying to o comfort both him and yourself.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling guilt overtake him.

“I just got scared. You’ve never been angry like that before and I didn’t know what you were going to do. I’m not scared of you. I promise.”

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I’m not going to drink anymore. I promise. I’m going to stop, I never want to upset you like that again.”

James March

He was late again. The two of you were supposed to be having dinner together, but for the fifth time this week James was late. Normally you just waited for him, but you were so fed up. Was he cheating on you? Why was he always late?

You walked out of the room you waiting in and started walking around the hotel, hoping to find out where he was. Then you heard noises coming from James’ room. They sounded almost like moans.

You assumed he was cheating. That’s what it sounded like. You pushed the door open and gasped when you saw what was really happening. Maybe seeing him in bed with another women would’ve been better.

But there he was. Standing over a mutilated body and covered in blood. He turned to face you when he heard the door open, his face immediately falling when he saw your reaction.

“Darling, what are you doing here?”

You didn’t answer, still in too much shock to form your words.

You turned around and started to walk away. James ran after you and grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him. You instantly pulled your wrist out of his grip and backed away from him.

“Dearest please,” he said reaching for you.

You flinched away and pulled your arms up to cover your face. James’ heart shattered at your reaction. You were scared of him.

“Dearest, I would never hurt you. I promise.”

“But- but you killed that person. Why? Why would you do that?” you said, starting to cry.

“It’s just a hobby darling. I assure you, I would never lay a finger on you.”

No matter what he said, you didn’t believe him. You turned around and ran, not knowing where you were going. You just had to get away from him. You had to get away.

Kai Anderson

“What the fuck y/n?” Kai yelled.

He held your wrist tightly and dragged you down into the basement. You were scared, no terrified. Kai was the angriest you’ve ever seen him. You were supposed to kill someone, but backed out at the last moment. You only expected him to be disappointed, not like this.

He dragged you down the stairs and threw you to the floor. He crouched down next to you, and brought his hand near you face. You immediately flinched away, not knowing what he was going to do to you.

He laughed lowly at your reaction. You were scared of him. Perfect. Maybe now he can get you to do what he needed you to do.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying to lure you into a false sense of security. And it was working. You let your guard down.

“You know, I believed in you. I thought you were strong enough to do it. But since guess I was wrong.”

He gripped your hair tightly and started dragging you over to a closet. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing.

“No, Kai please! I’ll do anything please!”

“You already had the chance little lamb. But maybe when I let you out, you’ll be more obedient.”

He opened the door and threw you inside. The door slammed after you, leaving you locked in darkness. Trapped, until he calmed down. Or until you died. Whichever happens first.

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comfreyhollywings · 3 years ago

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𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒/𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 - 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚? 👁‍🗨 gemini placements (stelliums) are generally very socially-aware of their surroundings externally. their reputed ‘two-faced’ stereotype are most likely based out of how they can navigate themselves around social-settings so easily. depending on their moon signs and other aspects, whether they’re aware of the people around them internally is,,, another story. they’re self-aware, but also kinda...oblivious at the same time.

👁‍🗨 since their focus is very much on the surface area of concepts and ideas, they want to find a way to self-express using communication, hence why they’re very much talkers within their group circles.

👁‍🗨 but let’s get the stereotype out of the way that they’re ‘superficial’. yes, their area of expertise lays within surface-level topics, but it doesn’t take away their ability to have a range of emotions as they do.

👁‍🗨 the sad thing is that they experience a range of anxiety when they do properly express these emotions. it’s not so much of a lack of emotions more than it is a lack of how to react with these emotions? like, alot of the geminis i know tend to use a lot of humor as their coping mechanisms. it’s either that, or they dismiss their emotions/downplay them to the extent where they numb themselves to it.

👁‍🗨 if you are their friend, ask them questions. be direct, be clear. that way, they can try to rearrange their thoughts into a straight line.

👁‍🗨 their energy is very scattered is all. their minds are basically like.. file explorer, except the files are scattered everywhere ;;;

👁‍🗨 they often ‘talk themselves’ through the process when they need to get sh*t done. obv this doesn’t apply to everybody, but most of the geminis i am surrounded with talk/murmur to themselves, or use some form of communication to themselves when they’re trying out a new ‘concept’.

👁‍🗨 quite honestly this is a mutable air-sign that can adapt to anything if the circumstance grants them it. their key component is their communication skills, after all. so they can very much thrive in social crowds.

👁‍🗨 mmmm tbh, these people are indeed ‘mental crows’. they collect a lot of information from everywhere at once, and the benefit is that they see things from both sides of the issue. while they may have a firm opinion on a subject, they are open to a lot of revisions and edits.

👁‍🗨i appreciate their abilities to be very mentally active, and also know how to communicate their opinions on things openly. i learn a lot from them and i hope they know how appreciated they are. they’re a source of inspiration for those who don’t really know how to communicate well, because they provide perfect structure in order to communicate.

👁‍🗨they,,, remind me of the page of swords in their default state. restless, curious, and high mental energy. labyrinthos (the app) has a really good definition over what the page of swords are. but my definition of page of swords are basically.. mental travellers. they seek things valuable/interesting for them, and pick up on them quickly. or at least, they try anyway. the double-edged sword they’re holding represents the quick intellect they have over any given circumstance should they need it.

👁‍🗨but.. it makes me sad that the same intellect they use can be used against themselves so quickly. when their anxiety spirals, their sharp mind can travel all over the place over the worst case scenarios. (and there’s the lack of persevering sometimes, where these people just,,, have enough of this thing)

👁‍🗨 i suggest learning through earth signs where they narrow their eyes and ground themselves through their senses. they need to explore this emotional depths of theirs, and recognize it’s what makes anyone human, after all.

𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏.

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒉, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕.

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒈𝒐.

#astrology #astro observations #astro community #gemini #gemini observations #third house #third house stelliums #gemini stellium

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galacticwildfire · 2 years ago

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Illicit Affairs | Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Amidala!oc

Rhea Amidala meets Obi-Wan Kenobi when he and his master come to her younger sisters aid and he discovers the queen's sister was once a Jedi, expelled from the order for her unwillingness to forgo love and attachment. The two stranded together on Tatooine find common ground despite their differences, and above all a hope within the other for something greater than themselves.

He hopes for her to rejoin the order, while she hopes for him to leave, and both are left reeling from their illicit affair, until ten years later he is once again called to her sister's service and they are catapulted into each other's lives by a war that will set them on the same path of secrecy and tragedy.

Word count: 8k

Tags/warnings: angst, lots of angst, unprotected penetrative sex but she has a birth control chip, finally some fluff

A/N: wewww

Hours later we still haven't spoken, still sopping wet in my cold ship. Unlike him I have other clothes onboard I can change into since it is my ship after all but I can't bring myself to remove his wet robe from around my shoulders that he placed in such tenderness before this mess.

He is angry, disappointed. With the hours that pass I truly can appreciate how he has become a master in these last years, for only a master can so perfectly master the silent treatment. I almost pity Anakin now. But, I do know that with Anakin as his padawan Obi-Wan has by sake of necessity become one of the most patient men in the galaxy and that he will put this aside for the sake of the mission once the emotions pass.

But still I cannot bear it, I cannot bear him being angry with me when I've been betrayed so brutally. I ache for his comfort even though I don't deserve it. I lied. I lied to the one person I knew I could trust with this and he's right, I did it to save my pride, but mostly out of fear of this exact situation.

My master has betrayed me, he hired the bounty hunter to kill Padme before I overheard the conversation with his own master, he'd already given the order before his master did.

My own father could never understand for a moment why I'd made the choices I had in leaving the order and in everything that came next. But Dooku did. As a child Dooku had paid a closer eye on me in supervising my clan's training as a youngling than my parents ever did after they let them take me. The bond I'd spent years trying to repair with my father, it was one I found early with Dooku despite the strict professionalism he kept in the training.

I needed a father, some wiser being to look up to, and that was Dooku.

All that is gone now. It was all a lie.

I can bear my sisters anger at being a separatist, we're sisters we fight and we get over it.

But not this.

At the start I was operating under the assumption I could hide it until the mission was done so he would never have to know but even then I knew that there is no done. Not with Obi-Wan and I.

Half of me expects Obi-Wan to come and sort this out, or at least to break this silence, but he doesn't. He's a patient man so this silent treatment may very well last until we reach Anakin and Padme and are forced to communicate.

But I'm not that patient and so when the tension becomes unbearable I leave my ships sleeping quarters to return to the cockpit, standing in the entrance and wait until he senses me before I dare to ask "Are you still angry with me?"

He sighs heavily, and from the moment he takes to compose himself before speaking it's clear the emotions haven't yet passed. At least it's some relief to know both of us are in pain.

"You were a Siths apprentice for the better part of a decade and you hid it from me knowing how important that very fact is to this mission," he says, laying it out logically as much as passive aggressively. "So yes, I am still angry with you."

But I know him better than that, I know it's the betrayal he can't move past no matter how much he tries to rationalise it in his own mind. That it's his emotions that have been hurt rather than the mission.

Knowing it can't get much worse I say "I wanted to tell you everything that first night and I was going to before the attack happened, when you said that no matter what it was that it's us and that all would be well."

He sighs again and looks back at me, the tension unmistakable. "Yes and I do mean that but Rhea, this is madness. You went to Count Dooku for training knowing he'd turned to the darkside."

"It was him who came to me," I remind Obi-Wan and try to resist the urge to become defensive. "And tell me Obi-Wan, you knew he was one of the lost but did you ever know he'd fallen to the darkside until I'd told you? Because I certainly didn't until I learned the hard way."

He clamps his mouth shut, he didn't know and I refuse to speak until he answers me. "No, I didn't know. I knew he was a misguided idealth but not this." He can't look at me as he says "I had thought the same about you. A maverick, never a Sith's apprentice."

Considering he can't exactly walk away whilst we're in hyperspace I try to explain myself before he can choose to leave me on Naboo.

"I believed he and I were two people who saw the truth in things, who viewed the force in a way beyond the code. He treated me with respect whilst everyone else in my life still saw me as a failure for not being accepted back into the order, he didn't. He believed as Jedi we could maintain attachments and that we shouldn't have to keep them hidden. That we can still love." He winces at those words. "I may have left that council meeting with my dignity but with the years grew anger, resentment. He told me it was justified and that people like us didn't have to suffer as outcasts for it. He took me under his wing and offered to complete my training, how could I have refused him? Who else was going to offer me that?"

"I would have," he tells me without missing a beat and I freeze, that thought, that possibility, having never crossed my mind despite going to the temple all those years ago. "If you wanted training I would have done it in a heartbeat without the permission of the council."

Of course he would have, he had Anakin, but still he would have defied them for me just as he was willing to defy them in far greater ways. Sadness fills me at the thought of what could have been if I'd gone to him in those moments I was lost. If I'd gone to him that day in the temple and told him I regretted walking away from him, that I regretted not fighting harder.

"And if I knew that I would have taken up that offer in a heartbeat," I tell him, and now I'm truly in pain. "But when I found Dooku it had been three years. Any faith I had left in us was slipping and I needed guidance, and I was not going to risk pulling you away from your duty to Anakin." He's quiet now as I tell him. "I thought Dooku was a rogue Jedi like myself who wanted to make a change for the better through the Separatist cause and I believed in his faith in me, that his desire to take me as an apprentice was out of generosity, or at the very least a genuine desire for a likeminded protege. I could never have guessed he was a Sith lord. If for a moment that thought had ever crossed my mind in those few years I would have run and never looked back. I was desperate for someone to have faith in me, and I fell into his trap."

It's the betrayal that I'd go to a man who was all but a stranger instead of him that rings clear in his voice. "Why didn't you come to me after everything we went through together with Darth Maul? Even if it had been years, just as it's been now, I would have done anything for you." I have to look away at those words. "If you could trust no one else, I would have thought after everything you would have been able to trust me. Just as I thought you'd be able to trust me with this."

"I did-"

"If you came to me-"

"I did!" I finally cry out and he stares in shock at the tears that fill my eyes. "I did come to you."

He shakes his head "No, you never-"

But I did and there is no point hiding my lapse of resolve anymore, not whilst I'm prepared to abandon my last shred of grace for him.

"The very day after Dooku asked me to be his apprentice I came to the temple," I tell him and he falls utterly silent. "I was on Coruscant for a damn senate meeting but the first place I went was to you. I knew I'd gone mad as I snuck inside, I didn't let anyone see me and I found you."

"No," he says, searching his memories as I sit down in the copilot's seat across from him. "You never-"

"You never saw me," I say, remembering it like yesterday. "You were in the garden training with Anakin. Your hair was longer, I remember it because I hadn't realised it had such orange in it before then." I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch it now. "Anakin was throwing a fit because he didn't want to do his training, he asked you if Qui-Gon made you do that same training and said he missed him." Slowly in his eyes I see the memory dawn on him. "Anakin said he missed Padme and asked if you missed me."

"Rhea," he breathes and I don't know who'll reach for who first.

"I heard all of it," I whisper. "I saw the pain you were still in. All I wanted in that moment was to go to you, to tell you all of it."

"Why didn't you?" he asks me, as if it would have made a difference. "You were right there and I never-"

"Because I loved you too much to throw myself back into your life and screw it up again," I tell him but see the pain in his eyes in this moment. "But it seems I did that anyways."

He shakes his head and takes my face in his hands, the touch forcing the air from my lungs. "Rhea- that day the council asked me to follow you."

My voice is thin, not having expected a revelation of his own. "What?"

"They were worried there'd be a riot when you spoke in the senate, and they were right of course," he says with a heartbreaking fondness. "I stayed where you couldn't see me but I remember the moment you were in the corridor just outside of the senate hall fighting with Naboo's senator. You were dressed in this great big red gown and looked more like royalty than yourself." He traces my face now whilst I'm utterly still. "You had two red dots on your cheeks, and a line of red lipstick here." I'm trembling under his touch as his thumb drags down my lower lip. "You were scolding the senator and I just wanted to kiss you, you've always been an intimidating force to be reckoned with and I remembered in that moment just what it felt like to be on the other side of it."

He was there and I never knew, he was right there the moment I needed him most and yet twice he slipped from my grasp. "Why- why didn't you show yourself?"

"Because I knew you needed to keep your head about you and a reunion would have only compromised us both," he answers and I can feel the undercurrent of remorse. "I watched the show you put on from the gallery, I thought after the things Palpatine said you'd crash and burn but you did the opposite. I was awestruck and when you walked out I tried to chase after you." I feel my eyes widen at those words. "I ran through that entire damn senate building trying to find you without a thought in my mind what I'd do once I did, I just knew something wasn't right."

"It wasn't," I quake. "That was the moment I decided to join Dooku. That was the moment I lost faith in the Republic." Finally he understands, if he was there he has to. "In my gut I knew I was making the wrong choice but I was so angry I didn't care."

"By the time I found you," he continues. "You were surrounded by armed guards and getting into your ship, I called out to you from the crowd, you heard me but you never saw me."

"I did, I did hear you," I tell him, realising it wasn't just some twisted sign, it was him. My last call to the light. "I thought I was going mad, as if hearing your voice was something in the force trying to tell me no and I- if I'd just seen you then I wouldn't have done what I did."

He searches my eyes now, thumb stroking my cheek as he tells me "When I saw you leave I was as devastated as I was relieved, because I knew if I had found you, if I could have touched you I would have kissed you." His words are shockingly shameless and just like that I lose all sense, all reservation, all grace. "Because you- the moment you are near all sense, all self control, it disappears. I am a Jedi, I shouldn't feel the things I feel for you but..."

It's only then I realise his eyes are on my lips and we're gravitating towards each other helpless against what can only be the pull of the force itself.

"I love you," I confess without thought or hesitation and watch his eyes widen at those forbidden words, and that's all it takes before I feel his lips on mine and the only thought in my mind is a resounding finally.

His bearded face is rough on mine and his lips soft, every glance, every word, every touch, all leading up to this moment of pure inhibition. The moment I gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue I'm being pulled out of my chair and we're blindly stumbling into the back of the ship as he tugs my braid apart until he can bury his hand in my hair, using the leverage to tilt my jaw up and deepen the kiss as I find my back against the cold wall of the ship.

"Rhea," he breathes between kisses, and groans when my lips find his neck, the map of him I traced so long ago still imprinted in my mind and he curses as my lips drag along his jawline before roughly pulling them back to his.

Suddenly every touch is hot and desperate, hands moving with a heaviness that never existed before. We aren't two kids anymore, we aren't padawans, there is no false innocence left for us to pretend this won't end one way. It's as his hands come to grasp my waist tight and I'm gasping into his mouth he warns me "We shouldn't-"

"I know," I say, maker do I know but it does little to deter either of us as I search his blue eyes darkened with lust and we both know we've gone too far across that forbidden line to go back now.

He pulls my body flush to his, his voice is guttural as he commands "Say you want this."

"I want this," I say but it's not enough for him until I'm tugging him to me knowing there's only one way in which we get any closer than this, my hands fisted in his robes and staring into his hungry eyes. "I want you." I don't expect my voice to quake in pure heartache as I declare "I need you."

I gasp out as he lifts me up, my legs around his waist and fingers buried in his hair as his lips find my own and for a moment I'm fighting tears at how my heart itself cries after all these years without him and I feel his hand cover my heart, telling me he feels it too. He carries me with ease across the hall but only making several feet before my back hits a wall and his mouth is hot beneath my jaw, the scratch of his beard pure heaven and feel him moan into my flesh as my fingers tug at his locks and we're stumbling back into my sleeping quarters.

As he sets me down on the bed all of me yearns to be one with his, my body, my heart, my soul and it's him who asks me "Can you feel it?"

The irresistible pull of the force that's been there since the very first time we laid eyes on one another, stronger than it ever was then and I know then there is no escaping it again.

"Yes."

It's the strongest thing I've ever felt.

His lips hover over mine and remain there as I look up into his eyes, but it's not until I move to kiss him and when he stops me I see the pure pain in them and feel him slip from between my fingers.

"Obi-" I begin but I'm left cold as he pulls back, the horror of what we've done dawning on him and my head falls back in frustration against the cot as he gets to his feet.

"I can't," he says, unable to look at me. "We can't."

"We can," I find myself daring to say as I sit up and look at him, a mess on the mattress. "Obi-Wan-"

"Rhea," he interrupts, his voice filled with remorse. "I should have stopped this all those years before it ever reached the point it did but I was too weak to resist you. I can't make the same mistake twice."

"Too weak to resist me?" I repeat, frustration meeting his guilt. "Is that what I am Obi-Wan, a temptation, a test of your discipline?"

"Yes," he answers as if he wasn't my willing accomplice. "And I will not give into you again."

"Tell me," I ask him as I get out of the bed. "Ten years ago, who was it that took me into your room in the temple and kissed me? Who did the same just now!"

He sighs, both of us flushed red and at our wits end "You know exactly what it is you do to me Rhea."

"And what do you think you do to me?" My voice trembles with a decades worth of pain and his eyes close as I touch his face, running my fingertips along his bearded cheek, his bruised lips. "Do you think you're the only one who's become mad?" I look up into his eyes as they finally open and tell him "The greatest regret of my life was not fighting harder for us and now- now I know I'll live the rest of my life in regret if I do not do that now."

Slowly he removes my hands from his face and in trying to rationalise every reason why this could break us he says the worst thing he possibly can. "We can't keep longing for a brief love that was a decade ago."

I back away, the space between us turning volatile at those words. "Is that all this is Obi-Wan?" He stiffens now as I taunt with tears in my eyes. "Longing for a brief love a decade ago?"

"Rhea-" His voice is rough as he reaches me, quickly backtracking. "No- I'm sorry, we both know it is not."

"Then say it," I challenge, refusing to accept anything other than the truth. "Say that despite all the years the noble Jedi's great flaw is still his heart. That the moment you laid eyes on me it all came rushing back!"

"I have never hidden that," he argues quietly, trying his very best to be gentle with his words as if you can soften a dagger to the heart. "But I cannot compromise my judgement for the sake of a memory, no matter how vivid it is."

"No," I protest quietly before my voice raises, not willing to leave with grace this time. "We'd be lying to ourselves if we pretended we haven't lived ten years in agony and I am not doing that again!"

It's then he holds my hands in his and gets down on his knees for me, I could be mistaken in thinking this was a proposal if not for the pure agony in his eyes. "Rhea."

"Obi-Wan, don't."

"You're stronger than I ever have been and ever will be," he tells me with the purest reverence in his voice. "Which is why I know if we fight you'll win. We both know what we have to do, we both know that no matter how much we ache for each other-"

"I love you," I tell him, the tears I've so desperately fought making their way down my cheeks. "I've always loved you and I love you now." Still he tries to pretend he isn't cursed with the same affliction and I grasp his hands tight, refusing to let them go. "Tell me you don't love me."

Something behind his eyes breaks "Rhea-"

"Tell me you aren't in love with me and I'll stop," I whisper, knowing the truth in his heart.

"I can't," he breathes hoarsely. "Which is why you need to walk away."

My defiance is unshaken. "No."

"Please Rhea," he pleads with me, still more composed than I could ever be. "I'm on my knees, don't make me beg also."

And so I get down on my knees as well, damning my dignity, damning grace, damning everything but my love for him.

"We're both on our knees, Obi-wan," I tell him as I decide "I can't be the one to walk away this time, I can't." I'm choking on my words now, hating this, hating feeling so weak after so many years of trying to be strong but I can't lie to myself like he can. "I'm not that strong anymore, so don't you dare make me do it again."

"Rhea-"

"No!" I grit out, shaking my head. "Don't you dare make me live with that guilt again, I won't!"

"Rae," he whispers, holding my face. "Darling... it would destroy us."

Tears stain my face and my voice breaks "It already has."

Or at least destroyed me.

His voice is filled with pain as he breathes my name "Rhea..."

"I love you," I say again after ten years of wishing I said it, even if it falls on deaf ears. "I did then when I walked away, and I do now. Obi-Wan if this is so impossible please do me that mercy now." He can't look at me and I say the words I know I shouldn't "But if you love me, if you still want to fight-" He lets go of me and agony replaces his touch as he stands and I'm looking up at him from my knees, putting every last bit of fight I have left in me into my last words. "I'm asking if you can love me now, despite my mistakes, despite the years." He stands there, still somehow looking on in disbelief and I cry out "Damnit Obi-Wan asking you to forgive me, to love each other as we are now."

But all he can give me is an apology.

"I am sorry Rhea," he says, both our hearts breaking. "I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I-" His eyes meet mine and he hesitates before telling me "I have loved you from the first breath I ever took when I set eyes on you and I will love you until my very last, but love my darling isn't enough."

For the first time I find myself with no words left to say as I feel the strongest love I've ever felt be torn from my hands once again and he opens his mouth with tears in his own eyes but leaves before he can say anything more and I break down on the floor as I haven't since I left him on Naboo all those years ago, clutching my breaking heart and cursing myself for believing it could ever end any differently.

Obi-Wan

The cockpit is somehow colder than it was before. I've loved and I've lost, but nothing compares to the sheer agony of walking away from her. It doesn't help that I can feel her own pain as sharply as my own. I want to go to her, I want to dry her tears and hold her until the pain is a distant memory but I can't. Not without wounding her more than I already have.

Never did I realise how deeply walking away wounded her, never did I realise the guilt she's had in her heart for so many years and only now as I hear her choked gasps do I truly feel it, do I understand that guilt.

I love her. Despite all she's told me I still only love her. I want to force myself to believe the worst, but it would only be a lie. She was manipulated by Dooku from the start, and I understand why she made the decision she did after witnessing that day in the senate myself. I only wish she trusted me enough to tell me all of it from the start, I know she wanted to but the mess she's found herself in is truly darker than anything I could have ever conceived.

Apprenticing for a Sith lord.

I've searched for darkness within her and found none, a primordial anger perhaps, but nothing close to what I sensed in Maul. I've felt greater darkness in my own apprentice than in her.

She is passionate with the capacity for great love and great hate, she is everything a Sith would target, and yet her love and loyalty is greater than any thirst for power. Love, the very thing I've been taught only leads to darkness is what has led her to resist it. She has always destroyed everything I've ever believed in, and now is no exception.

From the start I justified my feelings through the belief I could bring her back to the Order, that it was why the force had brought us together, that it was the will of the force itself to return with her. I believed if that happened we could keep it a secret, that if us being drawn together was the will of the force all else would fall into place.

I no longer have any misconceptions about the possibility of this, to be with her is utterly impossible, and yet trying to walk away still feels as if I'm fighting against the current of the force. Tears wet my hand as I drag it over my face, unable to ignore now the feelings I've forced aside for so many years. A great sadness that I've told myself is tolerable, or rather that I've forced myself to tolerate.

The fate of a Jedi is to dedicate one's life to something greater than themselves, in my case it has been Anakin. A boy I've raised, who I love as my own brother and only now do I understand Rhea's hesitation to leave Padme all those years ago. I can call it duty, but the truth is that I've come to love Anakin, I would die for him. He is my brother and the closest thing I will ever have to a son. I have always known that if he left the order I would follow him, that I would go against the council and abandon everything I have ever known not out of duty, but out of love.

It would not be the first time I have contemplated it, if Satine had asked it of me I would have done it but that was before I had a duty to my padawan, a padawan who will soon be knighted.

But what is duty compared to a woman's love, compared to the sun itself?

In this short time I've been reunited with her I've felt more alive than I have in years, perhaps ever, and every second I spend in her presence only makes the thought of being without her unliveable.

I cannot do it again. I meant it when I told her I would love her until my last breath, but I know all too well the truth that love is not enough, not without sacrifice.

A sacrifice that I may just make, and I hold my saber in my hands as I contemplate what I am prepared to do.

If I do this, I do it absolutely. If I decide to be with her that is a commitment for life itself. A commitment greater than my commitment to the Jedi. If I do this I will marry her, I will devote myself to her entirely.

Once before I was prepared to do this, when I was far younger with far less to lose, but it is Rhea I have loved and longed for these many years, a decade now. If I allow myself to fall then there will be no second guessing, no backing out.

I will love her, and I will love her entirely.

Anakin... I know Anakin would understand. I dare to imagine he would even smile.

Perhaps in Qui-Gon's spirit I would stand before the council with her by my side and give them an ultimatum. It was not always so impossible. I've heard stories of marriage and children between Jedi in the days of old, thousands of years in the past perhaps it was not always so forbidden. There are also the rumours of Master Mundi and his five wives but I can hardly claim extinction of our species as a special exception. I do not want to leave the Order, but I know I cannot leave her.

She would never ask me to leave, but she's as distraught as I am to the point of getting down on her knees and all but asking me to stay with her and I may just be selfish enough to. She must believe that somehow I could live in secret with her whilst remaining part of the order, but I know better than that. I've devoted my entire life, more than thirty years now, to the order and yet I still do not find myself contented with it.

The question remains in my mind if I would find that contentment with Rhea or if we would crash and burn the moment we try to run. There is no ignoring our temperaments could just as easily grate as they could complement but what I do know is that whatever our differences they come together as one. Two jagged halves that shouldn't fit together but do.

Choosing the order would be the easier path, but I know I will regret it until my last breath if I do not try, except in this instance as Master Yoda would say, do or do not, there is no try.

Whilst my mind battles between possibilities, my heart is made up.

It's her's if she'll still have it.

And so I put down my saber and quietly go to her sleeping compartment and placed a hand on the closed door, it's quiet now and I gently call out her name "Rhea?" There's no answer and I suspect she's pretending to be asleep and so I tell her "I'm about to land on Naboo, should I land in Theed?"

Still no answer, not even to order me about and that's how I know it is truly bad. I was cruel in saying it was a brief love a decade ago, even if she knew the words were a lie the moment I saw the shocked pain in her eyes it felt as if I'd turned a dagger upon my own heart.

I'd done as she'd asked and done the mercy of leaving so she would not have to, except I'm not as strong as she is, I'm not strong enough to not turn back and run into her arms.

But whilst my own heart is made up, the matter of hers is another. She could very well change her mind, she could decide it is not worth the risks, the sacrifice. She had made that decision before and she could very well make it again.

Even so, she deserves to know just how I feel, how deep my love for her runs. That it is unlike any other I have ever felt and know I ever will feel. She bared her heart to me and whilst I've attempted to keep mine guarded she sees right through me and I cannot lie to her any longer.

"I'm sorry, for all of it," I tell her and there's no reply but I can feel her listening and know she has far greater worries on her mind than this. Her master ordered her sister to be murdered, and stopping Dooku must come first. "We will finish this mission and make sure your sister is safe, I promise."

With those words I step away from the door only to turn back as it opens and she stands there as defiant as ever, having changed out of her wet clothes into a flowing dress in an attempt to look composed even if her hair is still dripping, even if I can tell she had wiped away tears before opening the door and the moment I meet her eyes I know that no matter what is going through her mind her heart is the same as mine.

It always has been and always will be.

And like that, my decision is made.

Rhea

He looks at me differently now, as if he wants to change his mind but I don't let myself be foolish enough to believe it. I only opened the door for the sake of finding even enough ground to continue this mission, reminding myself Padme's life is at stake and I need him with me to end this mess.

But I can't find words and roughly I push past him to the cockpit to find we're entering the atmosphere, my hair still sopping wet and body aching from Kamino. Not wanting to have to air this out in the middle of Theed I head down towards the empty fields of the Lake Country where there are no humans or Gungans for miles.

I feel him standing in the entrance and eye his saber on the seat beside me, able to feel both our minds moving as if in hyperdrive but find his heart calm, a calmness that hurts knowing his decision has left mine in shreds even if we both know there is no other way, not without asking him to do what we both know he cannot.

Even then I wonder if it is possible, for him to not have to sacrifice everything, for there to be another way but there isn't, not if he is to remain a true Jedi. The moment the ship lands I'm moving with an urgency that stuns him, keeping my head down as I move past him and almost stumble out of the ship in my desperation to breathe and upon feeling the Naboo sun on my skin it's suddenly less difficult. Not easy, but I can look up at the sun and feel something other than this pain.

I can feel his eyes on me as he disembarks the ship, but I could never have anticipated that he has the audacity to continue the torture. "I meant what I said."

I shake my head, not wanting to hear it, unable to hear it again.

"Don't be cruel," I whisper. "Anything but that."

I expect him to reiterate why it's impossible, why it's terrible, why it would destroy us and yet he tells me "I love you."

The context of the words enrages me and leaves me in no state to care for self preservation and so I look at him with little left to lose, wanting to yell but only a weak plea comes out instead.

"Please, don't. You said everything you needed to." We need to finish this mission, and it's for Padme's sake I'm keeping any grace. "This is impossible and we're both fools for believing any different so let's leave it there. I won't bring it up again but I'm asking you to do the same."

He steps forward with determination in his eyes as he tells me "I meant it when I said love isn't enough-"

"Don't," I warn but he doesn't listen.

"I loved you so fiercely all those years ago that I was prepared to fight without care of consequence," he begins. "But I know now that whatever we choose there will be consequences."

I blink at him now in disbelief at what he insinuates, at the slight hope he gives me. "We've made our choice, that a brief love a decade ago isn't worth it. That it would destroy us."

There's pain in his eyes at those words and he repeats my own "It already has, and in those ten years not a day's gone by where I haven't felt the loss of you, as if half my heart has been missing and I know now that it has been."

"Obi-Wan," I whisper, unable to do this again.

"You asked me if I can still love you despite your mistakes, despite the years," he says and I can't breathe. "To love each other as we are now."

He holds my gaze, he can feel my desperation, the deep aching. I loved him all those years ago, but it's not the memory of him that I cling to now, it's the fact I've been falling in love with him all over again since the moment he came back into my life and I do not want to let him slip between my fingers again.

"I'm afraid I don't have a choice in that matter," he continues and I turn my back on him before I can do something I regret, walking away only to feel him grab my wrist and pull me back to him and I'm standing there trembling as his hand brushes my cheek. "Because I do love you as you are now, and perhaps that's why I haven't been able to say it, why I've used this fight as an excuse to end this." My walls begin to crumble as he lays himself out as vulnerable as I am. "But I know now there is no ending this because this bond between us is stronger than anything I have ever felt and here I am now, a Jedi Master, prepared to risk everything for a love I still cannot understand."

I let out a ragged breath and reach for his hand, holding it to my cheek with tears in my eyes. "Obi-Wan..."

"And even now after everything you've told me, all I feel when you touch me is hope," he confesses to me. "Because you are not the only one who's felt alone these past years." There's tears in both our eyes now. "Ever since the moment we parted I have felt that all I am destined for is infinite sadness, and then you come back into my life and again destroy everything I have ever believed in and make me question everything I have devoted my life to, my duty, one touch from you and I want to abandon it all."

And there is the truth and I confess my own "The moment I saw you again, I knew my heart had never stopped waiting for yours."

He lets out a sigh of relief as he nods and his voice breaks "I know darling. I can't understand it. Trying to understand it is like trying to understand the force itself."

I let out an exhausted breath as we stand there, as broken and maddened as one another. "I'm tired of trying to understand it, I just want you."

"And I want you," he tells me, holding my hands in his, but it's with the next words I find myself speechless. "I want to fight for you."

"Obi-"

"I want to fight for us," he declares and I watch now as he once again gets to his knees and looks up at me, time itself seems to stop at what was impossible suddenly becoming real. "I've devoted my life to the order, but I know I'll only live the rest of it in regret if I don't spend the years I have left with you."

"The order," I immediately begin but fall silent at the look in his eyes and realise he truly has made his decision.

"I know you'll never ask it of me, but it is a sacrifice I am prepared to make," he reveals and tears slip down my face as he says "My heart is yours if you'll have it."

I fall down to my knees to take his face in my hands, trembling now as I look at the man I love. "Yes."

That's when he kisses me, both of us succumbing to this madness, the frustration and the longing erupting within us simultaneously in desperate kisses and grasping hands the next thing I know we're on the ground by the ship where there is no one in sight.

"I love you," he confesses to me, my face in his hands. "I love you as you are now, right in front of me, and I can't let you walk away again."

"I love you too," I breathe, exhausted and exhilarated, finally after all these years confessing what we have always known. "It's always been you, it will only ever be you." I search his eyes finally resolute, knowing things I never could have at nineteen. "And I'm not walking away again."

"Neither am I," he swears to me and he brings my lips to his, my fingers knotting in his hair as he groans into my mouth, aching to be as close to him in body and soul as I can be as I'm laid down in a field of flowers with him between my legs, needing me just as I need him.

I'm breathless as he pulls his robes off over the top of his head so I can feel him, my fingers digging into his warm familiar flesh as his lips find my neck. The touch of him maddening as his fingers work at the laces holding the top of my dress together and let it fall open, hands nowhere near as shy as they used to be as they immediately reach for me and I'm gasping as his calloused hand scrapes over my nipple. My dress ends up somewhere around my hips as my legs come up around his waist, pulling him flush against me and his hand skims the skin of my thigh that's been exposed.

"Please," I breathe, kissing his jaw, able to feel his pulse throbbing. "Please Obi-Wan."

Ten years. Ten years of aching for him. Ten years where no one else's touch could ever come close to his. And finally he's here.

"I'm yours," he swears as his lips find mine. "I've always been yours."

I return the kiss with the same desperation, needing him like oxygen, and I'm suddenly very glad I had enough foresight to choose somewhere completely isolated to land, although I'd assumed it would be for arguing, not this.

He slips my panties down with far more grace than I give his trousers, the two of us too desperate to even undress fully as he brings my leg up around his waist, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine, grasping it tight as I help guide him inside of me, more than ready for him. I've been ready for ten years.

He groans as he fills me and my head falls back as I have to adjust to the size of him, at nineteen I might not have realised how well endowed he is but I sure as hell haven't felt anything like it since and from the way he curses in my ear it's clear he hasn't felt anything at all.

"Language dear," I tease and he laughs breathlessly as I kiss him, only now having slowed down enough to truly take each other in, and he's beautiful. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too darling," he says and kisses me, fingers laced with mine as he makes love to me in a field of flowers, both of us unravelling in each other's embrace and it's only then it all makes sense. This isn't like it was ten years ago, two young people slowly and gently experiencing each other for the first time, no this is ten years of pain and longing finally working its way to the surface with each thrust of his hips and grinding of our bodies and sinful sound.

Raw passion in it's most forbidden form.

And what we cannot put into words we feel as we come undone together, seeing stars and feeling the true wonder of the force as the bond that's laid dormant for so many years comes alive moreso than it ever was before.

His head rests on my shoulder, his breathing ragged as he places slow kisses along my collarbone and props himself up on his elbows, hair dishevelled, looking at me in blissful disbelief that we've once again fallen into this trap.

But this time we laugh, knowing it was inevitable.

"Well, here we are again."

"Here we are indeed."

And lying here together in a field of flowers in such bliss I wish we could stay here forever.

We almost do until he reminds me "As much as I just want to stay here with you, I'm afraid we still have a mission sweetheart."

"I know," I say, still breathless at being with him like this. "When this is over, you and me, we aren't leaving bed for days."

He chuckles, kissing me. "You have no argument from me there darling."

He slowly sits us up, brushing the flowers out of my hair as I lace up the front of my dress and pull it back down before helping him with his robes, both of us laughing at the dishevelled mess we've left each other.

I'm smiling as I attempt to tidy his hair, his cheeks so beautifully flushed beneath his beard and he says "It seems we are the mad ones after all."

"When haven't we been?" I ask him, unable to pull myself away from his bright eyes.

"Well my dear I'm only mad when you're involved," he teases, pulling me into his arms as he kisses me with a passion I don't expect, holding me tight as he murmurs "I don't want to let you go."

"We have time," I promise him knowing Padmé isn't going anywhere and we're smiling in each other's arms as I suggest. "Surely we can spare another hour..."

I'm looking into his bright eyes as if they're light incarnate. There are so many unspoken questions but none of that matters now as he kisses me and the bond between us has been reforged into something stronger than our duty, and potentially more dangerous than we can fathom.

#obi wan kenobi x oc #illicit affairs #wildfirewildflower #obi wan kenobi x amidala!oc #obi wan kenobi x f!oc #obi wan kenobi x original character #obi-wan kenobi x oc #obi-wan kenobi x original character #obi-wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fanfiction

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years ago

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hi i know i said i was gonna work through my prompts but ive been having a mini writers block and tried to get rid of it with this which ended up not working and this took three days when something like it would have taken three hours this time last year 🤣 im fine everythings fine

pairing: geraskier

warnings: post getting together touch starvation, geralt getting overwhelmed and feeling guilty about it, two idiots being idiots, geralt refuses to speak up for his needs im not projecting i swear, thats it tho, they dont even fight its just a nice little convo, un beta’d

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Two weeks. It had taken two weeks for Geralt to muster up the courage to hold Jaskier’s hand as they walked. They’d had a stilted and painfully awkward conversation about feelings and decisions and commitments that ended rather well, but Geralt just couldn’t do it. He’d kept his distance from people for so long that the thought of holding someone else and being welcome whenever he wantedto do so sent his heart racing. The first week he couldn’t bring himself to think about being held in return without a pang of anticipation and fear shooting through his chest.

But he’d done it. And he loved holding Jaskier’s hand. He loved being able to walk up behind his bard and wrap his arms around Jaskier’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, and lean on him. He loved the light touched to wrists and how Jaskier would brush his hair out of his eyes before kissing his brow. He really really loved it.

Just… it could be overwhelming. Jaskier was extremely tactile and while it was nice to be able to communicate without needing words, Geralt found it could become too much rather quickly. He also felt extremely guilty about it. Jaskier had even told him he was always made feel like he was ‘too much’ for his partners (‘usually too adulterous’ Geralt had teased) and the last thing the witcher wanted to do was tell him as much.

But he damn near wanted to crawl out of his skin one afternoon as he was grinding herbs for his potions. Jaskier had one leg over him as they sat on the ground and the bard was bent almost in half to lay his cheek on Geralt’s shoulder. That Geralt could muscle through, but it was the little touches and shifting that came from Jaskier playing with the cuffs of his shirt that really threw him.

After an hour of barely being able to focus, Geralt finally scrambled to stand and start pacing the edge of the meadow where they’d made camp.

“Geralt?” Jaskier called to him surprisingly cautiously, still sitting where they’d been entangled, but now leaning back on his hands as if he’d been hit in the chest with a rabbit carcass.

“Hm”

“What’s going on?”

Geralt just shrugged as he continued his pacing, “Need to walk. Cramp.”

It seemed Jaskier wasn’t buying his half-assed excuse as he planted himself directly in Geralt’s path and grabbed him just above the elbows, “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Tired,” Geralt growled, feeling ready to snap at any moment.

Jaskier’s lips disappeared into a thin line and his eyebrows climbed his forehead, “Yeah, and I’m a skilled swordsman. What is wrong?”

Try as he might, Geralt couldn’t unclench his jaw as he spoke, keeping the volume low in the hopes it wouldn’t frighten Jaskier, “Let me go.”

Hurt flashed across Jaskier’s face as he took a step back and folded his arms over his chest. There was no anger in his posture though, geralt could have handled that easily- gladly even, but it broke his heart to see the way his bard held himself. Quite literally holding himself around the ribs with his shoulders slightly hunched, Jaskier just stared at Geralt, waiting with a look akin to fear on his face.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Geralt tried to sift through his words despite the urge to simply stomp off into the woods, “Overwhelmed.”

It wasn’t much but it was the best Geralt could force out. And by some miracle, it seemed Jaskierwas relieved by the answer. He let his arms hang by his sides and stood a little taller, tilting his head to the side as he spoke, “Is there some noise…? Smell I cant smell?”

Geralt shook his head and tapped his wrist, indicating the cuff Jaskier was fiddling with before.

“Oh… you- dont like the touching…” Jaskier looked on the edge of tears. Anyone else may have thought he was just slightly upset, but Geralt knew what to look for. Jaskier’s lips were back in their firm line, but this one was narrower, and all expression left his eyes.

“No! No, Jask I uhm, really like that. A lot… I’m not used to it though…” As Geralt scrambled to get his words out he stepped forward, reaching to hook his pinky around Jaskier’s.

“Well of course not. It’s been less than a month.” Jaskier still looked cautious, though his eyes softened ever so slightly.

“It’s been... decades since someone touched me so often and so... innocently,” Geralt mumbled, hoping Jaskier could make sense of the information.

“Oh Geralt… sweetheart I didn’t realize…” Geralt just tilted his head at Jaskier as he continued, “Thats like throwing a man baking in the desert straight into an ocean. Of course you’re overwhelmed! I- I didn’t even think…”

“I didn’t want you to think I thought you were too much…” Geralt offered, giving a little shrug and feeling a bit like a child.

Jaskier gave him a sweet smile and swung their hands side to side just a bit, “Thank you, darling. You can tell me when you reach your limit next time. I wont get upset.”

Geralt swallowed hard and cleared his throat muttering a quick “I’ll try.” before giving Jaskier a peck on the cheek and going back to crushing his herbs. Jaskier picked up his lute and plucked away at the strings and every time Geralt looked up at him he was smiling with a mix of affection and wonder. They’d be fine, Geralt decided, he’d just have to use his words.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #geraskier getting together #geraskier established relationship #touch starved geralt #overwhelmed geralt #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher fanfic #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt fic #geralt of rivia fic #jaskier #jaskier fic #julian alfed pankratz #jaskier fanfic #lol this might have taken so long bc i am geralt oops

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deviltoys · 4 years ago

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― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

warings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, virginity loss, sacrilege, taboo acts, incest, age gap (18-30), pastor!reader, exhibitionism, sex in a church, misusage of the bible, religious speak, little to no prep, dumbification, creampie, degrading, manipulation, corruption, belly bulge, daddy k.

juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

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bakugosbratx · 4 years ago

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For my birthday can I request some barbarian bakugou x f! Reader fluff

SFW Birthday Surprise— Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: Some yandere themes, fluff, cursing, barbarian bakugo, fem! reader, mention of dead animals, etc.

Words: 1,110

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A/N: Hello. Happy birthday!! I hope this is what you were looking for and it made you smile. I love me some Barbarian Katsuki (I also used to play DND) so this was really fun to write.

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“The barbarians are coming!”

That phrase always plays on your mind when this time of year rolls around. Smoke, agony, pain. All of it comes to the forefront of your mind. Your birthday was supposed to be a time of celebration in your colony, but the barbarians ruined it. He ruined it. Sure, it was many moons ago. So much of your life has changed since then, but one thing is for sure, you are forever his.

You deeply sighed, attempting to continue your knitting as you gaze out of your hut. Your beloved should be home any moment. He was not even supposed to be gone this long since he did promise to return and spend time with you. It is your birthday, after all, but as usual, the sun is setting and another one of your stitched attire has come to an end.

He should have been here by now.

Worry starts creep in. Katsuki knows better than to go roam unknown territories at night. Bounties are out to get him. Still, that never stopped the ruthless blonde. The dragons of Faerland grown to respect Katsuki and he was sure to use that to his advantage.

By the position of the moon in the clear night sky, you can tell it is past midnight. You have not seen your significant other all day and hurt settled within your chest. Katsuki is never one for holidays and birthdays, but he knows how special birthdays are for you. He could have at least made an attempt to be home for your day.

You let out a deep sigh, deciding to get ready for bed. You know your boyfriend will arrive late — as usual — and be gone by day break. You were about to lay in bed when the heavy footsteps of your lover rang your ears.

“You’re late.” You complain, rolling your eyes with your back to Katsuki. His eyebrows knitted together at the attitude, ready to fix it if necessary, but knowing your reasons, he decided against it.

“I know.” Katsuki starts, laying the carcasses of rabbits he hunted on the ground in the kitchen area. “But I’m home now. Besides,” you turn around to face him, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Surprise?” You repeat, taken back by his words. Katsuki is not one for surprises so this is very off character for him.

Katsuki puts out his hand for you to grab, “that’s what I said, wasn’t it? C’mon,” he encourages, you grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

Katsuki guided you out of the hut that laid on top of the mountain. You two resided here. Not only was it the best place to keep you two safe from any predators, but also to keep you from running away. No one dares to go up there due to the dragon infestation and any dragon would burn you to a crisp by Katsuki’s orders.

“Katsuki, where are we going?” You questioned as he pulled you along into the depths of the wooded area. Your curiosity was ignored as Katsuki continued to drag you along.

The moonlight prickled through the tree branches, owls and crickets sang their songs amongst the dense forest and quiet night, and fireflies gave you some sort of direction along the way. Eventually, you both came to a halt. You bump into Katsuki’s muscular back.

“What the—“ You stop yourself mid sentence, peaking over Katsuki’s shoulder to see the beautiful view. Katsuki let go of your hand so you could proceed forward.

A fire pit was set up along with some huge rocks, fireflies in jars, a blanket, multiple kinds of fruits, and the glorious view of the full moon that was out tonight. You could see almost all of of Faerland from this view.

“Well,” Katsuki folds his arms with a grin, “you like?”

“Like?” You retorted, turning to face him. Your features were lit up by the fire. “Katsuki, it’s,” you sighed in contentment, “it’s beautiful.”

Katsuki strolled towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you gaze back at the moon. Gentle kisses were placed on your exposed neck. “Happy birthday,” he sighed, “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He whispers into your ear before placing another gentle kiss on the shell. “I hope this makes up for earlier.”

You nod in response, placing your soft hands over his calloused ones. You both remained still, your eyes fixated on the moon’s beauty. Katsuki’s breathing was calm and still. Something you do not hear often from him. His grasp was tight, but a comforting one instead of assertive.

Katsuki is finally relaxed.

At some point, you both are cuddled up against the rocks. Katsuki wrapped a blanket around you so the night would not freeze your skin. He fed you your favorite berries he gathered throughout the day.

“Wait,” you stop Katsuki, grabbing his wrist that was bringing a berry to your plump lips. Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I want to see if I can catch it.” You giggle, opening your mouth wide. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“You are such a dork.” Katsuki chuckled, tossing the berry into your mouth. Once it landed on your tongue, you chew the fruit then swallow.

“I caught it!” You beam in excitement, opening your mouth so he can do it again. This process repeated a few more times, raising fits of giggles from the both of you. For the first time in a very long time, you both were more than happy in each other’s presence. Communication amongst you two went from stupid little conversations to deep stories about each other’s lives. Something you two haven’t done in such a long time.

Your face snuggled against Katsuki’s broad chest, his natural caramel and forest scent filling your nostrils. It comforted you, your eyelids becoming heavy as the hours passed on. Katsuki cradled you close, feeling the same sleep in his rubies.

“Katsuki?” You mumbled, your eyes still shut as you are about to pass into slumber. He hummed in response.

“Thank you for everything. I,” you pause as you settle more into him, “I love you.”

Katsuki’s heart raced against his rib cage. You can hear it pound in your ear that rested upon him. You have not said those genuine words before. Sure, you’ve grown to deal with Katsuki. You do not really have a choice, but overtime, you truly did feel love for him. Just like he did for you.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Katsuki breathed out, his grip becoming even stronger on you as you both drift off to sleep.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 3 years ago

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Fallout 4 romanced Companions reactions to sole being cute and todderlike when they get anxious? Like they hold their companions thumb or bunch up the bottom hem of their shirt?

FO4 Romanced! Companions React to Sole with Anxiety Tics

This was an awesome prompt! Thanks so much for sending it in! I hope you enjoy! 😊

(Also, I realized after the fact that I totally have like... almost all of these tics. So this was a fun journey of self discovery for me 😅 )

Cait:

Cait’s nostrils flared as Sole sat beside her, their anxiety clear in the way they incessantly cracked their knuckles over, and over, and over again. How their knuckles could even crack that much, Cait wouldn’t know. And she knew a lot about knuckles! She even cracked her own from time to time. But this seemed like overkill. Her hands would fly over to grab at her partner’s, her grip firm in the way it pried their fingers from where they clenched at their knuckles. Sole would look up at her in shock, utterly unaware that they were doing it at all, and Cait would loosen her grip, flashing them an apologetic smile and asking if there wasn’t some better way for them to release their pent-up anxiety? Maybe they could train with Cait? Box a little? C’mon, she promises to go easy!

Curie:

"Oh! Mon dieu, do not injure your clothes like this!" Curie would focus her attention on Sole, gently pulling their hands from where they bunched and tugged at the fabric between their fingers. She knew this was a tendency her companion had whenever they felt uncomfortable, and the doctor would do her best to find an alternative coping mechanism for Sole to deal with their stress. Going through breathing exercises and helping them to identify what was the true cause of their anxiety, and then trying to make whatever it is seem less daunting, Curie would do everything. Her medical training would help quite a bit in these instances, but her presence at Sole’s side would be all the more comforting, given the nature of their relationship. Once Sole shows Curie that they are trying to adhere to her more professional coping mechanisms, the doctor would be thrilled, giving constant praise and encouragement to her partner any time they seemed to be successfully dealing with their anxiety.

Danse:

Danse would spend a long time wondering silently to himself why it was that Sole always made that face when they spoke to strangers for the first time, or they seemed lost in thought, or had to speak in front of a crowd. Their mouth turned sideways, chin gyrating in such a strange way… He wondered if it somehow helped them? He wasn’t sure. When he finally managed to ask Sole about it, and they looked down at their feet in embarrassment, their expression raising up to reflect that very same face that he had been inquiring about, he decided that he already understood. He had a nervous tic as well, his superiors always berated him for cracking his knuckles when he was stressed, and now he would be the one to say something to Sole, to place a hand comfortingly on their shoulder and fix them with his sympathetic gaze when they were anxious enough to bite at the inside of their cheek. He would feel as though he were being too hard on them every time he told them to cease their nervous tendency, no matter how gentle he was about it, but ultimately he told himself, (and Sole if they brought it up) that it was because he cared. The idea of them physically harming themself, even in such a miniscule way, wouldn’t sit right with him, and he would try to work with them to find a more productive outlet to dealing with their anxiety.

Deacon:

The Railroad agent noticed early on that Sole would tug at their collar when they got antsy, and would see it as an opportunity. Every time he would see them reach for the top of their shirt, he would do the same to his own, making it a game to see how long it takes them to notice his mimicking. It was a fun way to pass the time, and to distract his partner from whatever it happened to be that was worrying them. Once Sole made it clear to Deacon that they knew what he was doing, he'd just grin at them, nice and big, telling them that everything was gonna be okay, maybe pulling them in for a reassuring hug or kiss if they looked like they needed one. Bonus points if they get nervous talking to him. In that case, he just stares straight back at them as his hand mirrors theirs, tugging at his own shirt collar…or he may even begin to tug at their collar as well, booping them on the nose as he tells them how cute they are when he makes them nervous.

Hancock:

When Hancock first noticed Sole biting at their cuticles, he figured they might be hinting for him to stop doing it himself, as that had always been a habit of his. He would continue to watch when they did it, to see if they only tore at the tips of their fingers after they had seen him do it himself, but that didn’t seem to be the case. No, only when they were about to have a tough conversation, speak in front of people, or otherwise were uncomfortable, would they engage in this destructive action. Hancock would smile to himself, approaching his partner and would slowly pry their hand from their mouth as he asked them what was bothering them. When they admitted to having their little habit, he would ask if they’d noticed his, and found that they thought he was the one mimicking them. The pair would chuckle at the thought, both of them thinking the other was making fun of them; when, in reality, they both just coincidentally happened to have the same bad habit. From then on, the couple would work together to try and prevent the other from tearing at their fingers, and would instead settle for holding hands when one of them was uncomfortable.

MacCready:

He hated to think that he liked when his partner was anxious, but he just can’t help but smile whenever he notices Sole bringing their fingers up to tangle in their hair. The way they nervously stroked at the strands on their head, turning them round and round into little coils that would unravel once their hand left it’s place atop their head, it always made him smile; and in certain situations he would most definitely have to resist the urge to tackle them with his affection. In other situations however, if they weren’t in a very public place, or a dangerous area, if their nervousness was stemming from his steamy compliments, he wouldn’t hesitate to run his own hands through their lovely locks before covering their blushing face with kisses, even as his own cheeks turned pink. Did he ever make them flustered on purpose? Um... no. He wouldn’t dream of it ;)

Nick:

Whenever Nick sees Sole's hands running up and down their thighs, he knows that they're becoming uncomfortable. It’s his job to pay attention to the little details, and it hadn’t taken him long at all to notice his partner’s little habit, and to take action when he realized that the action was direct evidence suggesting that they were uncomfortable. No matter the situation they're in, Nick will cease whatever he's doing and reach over his good hand and rest it atop one of theirs, or lay it, palm up, on their thigh so that they can grab ahold of it if they so choose. The old synth's eyes miss nothing when Sole is in an anxious state, and he, without fail, will offer himself as a listening ear, a hand to hold, or an advice giver until he sees that Sole has physically calmed down.

Piper:

"Stop biting your nails, Blue!" Piper would shout every time she saw her partner giving in to their little nervous tic. It almost became a game with her, to see how quickly she would notice their discomfort. The sooner the better, because then she could help talk them through whatever was bothering them, Sole would startle easily every time she did it, but would find themself looking forward to the times that Piper caught them “red handed,” as it were. Sole rarely ever registered when they were doing it, and the fact that their partner did, well… they would be touched to know that Piper paid that much attention to them. And it made them even happier when she offered to paint their nails or give them a hand massage whenever she noticed that their nails were grown out.

Preston:

The first time Sole went to grasp his hand firmly in theirs, Preston thought it was rather odd, as they weren't yet together. Though he didn't mind, he did bring it up to Sole later on, just out of curiosity, and when they explained that it was a nervous tic they had, to grab onto someone they trusted when they felt anxious, he would feel nothing short of honored. The fact that Sole felt comfortable enough with him to look to him in their time of uncertainty, that they depended on him like that… it would warm his heart. As it became more of a common occurrence, the two would develop a sort of communication system this way, if Sole squeezed his hand a certain number of times it would tell him what they were nervous about, which became quite handy (pun fully intended) in certain situations. As bad as he feels about Sole being uncomfortable in any capacity, he can't help but admit how much he adores their reaction to it. It makes him feel strong, and protective, and loving, and trusted, and needed, and allows him to communicate to Sole that he'll always be there for them.

X6-88:

The courser's attention would fall to Sole the instant they started shifting side-to-side on their feet. His eyes would note the condition of the rest of their body, knowing full well that this tic of theirs was a direct result of their anxiety. When he realizes that Sole is outwardly fine, he won't quite know how to help them, but he'll want to try to do something for them. X6 will move towards them, reaching out a hand and placing it on their shoulder, his grip soft, but the weight of his palm pressing down on them would help ground them and prevent them from continuing their nervous movements. He'll want to help for their sake, want to make them feel safe, but also will want to prevent them from disclosing their anxious state to any onlookers or potential enemies.

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years ago

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Yellow Carnations (Destiny Written in Begonias Part 1)

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Summary: After hearing something deep within the woods, you give into curiosity and investigate. Who knows, whatever you find could be a prize.

Warnings: Swearing, slightly graphic violence (just some zombies getting dismembered)

Word count: 3,715

(A/N): So, welcome to my new series! I have so many ideas for this that I’d love to write. This story will be very gay, fluffy, and sorta angsty, so buckle up my children!

So just a lil background info: the reader is Techno’s adopted daughter. She is a piglin hybrid, but she is more human looking than piglin. This takes place about eighteen years after the most recent events of the SMP.

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“Techno, I think we have enough ender pearls for tonight.” You glanced to your side to look at your father and Philza, the enchantments of their armor glowing dimly in the moonlight and the orange light of the torches in their hands. Philza stretched his body and his wings out, a small groan escaping his mouth and small cracks sounding from his joints.

“The night’s still young, Phil!” Technoblade grinned, his gold capped canines glinting slightly. His hand moved to gently rest on the handle of his sword.

You snorted to yourself, “you two, however, aren’t.” A small shove came from your side making you stumble slightly, laughter bubbling from your throat.

“I’m just going to pretend that I didn’t hear anything,” Philza crossed his arms and looked off to the side. Though, you could hear a smile in his tone and the beginnings of a chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, “Dad set me up for that one. The opportunity was too good to pass up.”

“I’ll set you up for longer training sessions if you keep going for… ‘opportunities’ like that.” He glanced down at you with amusement glinting in his eyes and tugging at the corner of his lips.

His statement, though lighthearted, immediately made you stop laughing. You knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t joking; the last time you laughed it off you had to endure two extra hours on top of the four hour sessions you had daily. By the end of the punishment, your arms felt like they were going to fall off.

“No! I take it back, you guys are young! Not a single-”

“You’re digging yourself an early grave if you finish that sentence, kid. Besides, you can’t pass up opportunities like these!”

“I think I’m good for now,” you shivered slightly when a breeze blew past you. It was starting to grow colder as the night dragged on. Technoblade, noticing this, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him securely. Though the Blood God never shows mercy, he couldn’t let his only child succumb to a head cold; that’d just be barbaric.

You jumped at the feeling of the freezing netherite making contact with your bare arm. “Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly, “forgot how cold the armor is… We should probably head back, it’s getting cold.”

As your family started to make their way back towards the tundra, banter was exchanged between the three. The journey out of the forest was uneventful, only a few mobs had attempted to attack or sneak behind you. Just as you reached the edge of the forest, a noise caught your attention.

It sounded like it was only a couple of minutes away; so faint that if you weren’t actively listening for it, it would have nearly been lost in the night. If you strained your ears, you could hear the trampling of dry leaves making you assume that there were several people or animals in that area. Alongside it, there was a faint whimpering.

Your curiosity was piqued, just what was making that noise?

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” You looked back at Philza. It seemed that they walked a bit away from you while you stopped at the forest’s edge to listen to the sound.

You absentmindedly nodded, “yeah, Uncle Phil. I think I left my bow back in that clearing when we were taking a break so I’m just going to go grab that. You guys can keep going home, I’ll be right behind you.”

“We can go with you-”

“No, you don’t have to. I’m old enough to go alone.”

Philza and Technoblade then spoke at the same time, “alright, we’ll just meet you there.” “Absolutely not.”

Philza elbowed Technoblade’s side lightly and looked up at him. They were silently communicating with pointed looks and pursed lips, every expression understood completely by the other. You never understood how they did that, even if they raised you. You could remember making a journal dedicated to deciphering their expressions, but you never could truly understand it (that, and ‘nose scrunch and eye narrow’ meant multiple things).

Eventually, Technoblade’s shoulders slumped and he ran a hand down his face tiredly, “you know the rules?”

You rolled your eyes, “of course I do. Fight to win, go for the throat, if you lose your weapon go for the pressure points. You remind me daily.”

He stared at you for a moment before his ear flicked, “don’t take long, we’ll be waiting.” They both turned and started to trudge towards the spruce forest in the distance.

Without a second thought, you ran into the forest with your ears perked. Following the noise was easy, the whimpers had turned into high pitched whines. You leapt over stumps and ducked under low hanging branches as they blocked your way; nothing was going to stop you from finding out what was making that noise.

Eventually, you broke through the trees and found yourself in a grassy clearing surrounded by large stones. If it were spring, you’d imagine wildflowers sprouting everywhere you stepped. A small spring sat in the furthest corner of it, waterfalls cascading over the jagged stones and crashing into the water below. Near the cliffside, a hoard of groaning zombies swarmed something and they were closing in on it. Now, what was it they were attacking?

You quickly unsheathed your golden sword and sprinted towards the hoard. The crunching of the dried, colorful leaves under your feet was enough to drag the zombies’ attention to you.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you made your first swipe at one of their torsos. In an instant, the zombie was bisected and fell to the ground. With a twirl, you slashed at multiple zombies at once. They all collapsed to the ground as their rotting flesh was torn and couldn’t support their crumbling bodies any longer.

As soon as all of the zombies were laying dead on the ground, you wiped your blade off on one of their torn tunics and sheathed it. Taking a step back to look at the bodies littered on the floor, you smirked; this was too easy.

Now, without the obstacles, your prize awaits you. Eagerly, you looked over to see what the zombies were swarming. Instead of the scared villager you were expecting, the person that stood there completely took your breath away.

The woman was wearing a simple white dress with a baby blue shawl shadowing the upper part of her face. Her skin was fair and her face was round, a button nose laid in the center of her face and plump pink lips slightly parted showing off straight white teeth. Curly dark brown hair framed the sides of her face and spiraled down to rest on her shoulders.

She was tall for a human, about five-foot-ten if you were to estimate. Her hands moved to clasp in front of her elegantly, your eyes catching sight of light blue nailpolish decorating her perfectly shaped nails.

Red was starting to dust her cheeks and her breathing was starting to return to normal. That was good, at least she wasn’t going into shock. For someone who nearly got eaten alive by the undead, she looked relatively calm and well put together.

“Are you alright?” You tried to keep your voice even, but there was a light wobble to it. You thickly swallowed, cursing yourself for showing any emotion in front of this stranger. The mask that hid the upper part of your face gave you a sense of security and safety, it hid most of your emotion.

You saw her lips move, but no sound came out. Were you going deaf like your father? You shouldn’t be; you haven’t blown up an entire nation yet. You stepped closer in hopes of hearing her better, “excuse me?”

Her lips curled up into a smile, dimples appearing on her cheeks, “Oh, I just said that I’m fine, nothing else. May I get the name of my knight in shining armor?”

Her voice was soft and light. Though it was on the deeper side, it had feminine, euphonious undertones; it was like honey was dripping out with every word she spoke. Just by the way she spoke, you assumed that she came from the nearby kingdom.

You smirked, playing along with the small game she was setting up. Stepping closer and kneeling, you grabbed her hand and brought it to your lips. Her hands were soft and velvety, a part of you longed to hold it in yours all day long.

Against her knuckles, you spoke, “(Y/n) Blade at your service. And you, my fairest lady?”

“Princess Helen Dahlia Eret, but please, call me Dahlia; Helen was my mother. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

You snorted, she was really dedicated to this game. You’d just play along with her, why not? It’s not like you have anything else to do. “Well, princess, it’s about time for you to head back to your castle.”

You looked up at her through your eyelashes and caught sight of the outline of her shadowed features. You could see her purse her lips, “you think I’m lying, don’t you?”

“Forgive me for thinking so, your highness!” You snickered, “the princess shall not step foot outside of her chambers, lest a scrape shall mar her flawless skin!”

She smirked before placing a delicate finger underneath your chin, tilting it upwards. You could feel your face grow hot as she removed her shawl. Ivory white eyes stared back at you smugly, sending a shock through your body. You weren’t sure if the jolt you felt was from her beauty or from the fact that she wasn’t lying.

“Would you like to try again, my knight?” She cooed to you, her other hand coming down to rest on your cheek. You stood up and gaped at her, “oh fuck, you’re actually the princess.”

A part of you wanted to dislike her for her title and for the royal blood that coursed through her veins. That blood tainted her, filling every nook and cranny with vile corruption. “All governments are bad,” Technoblade had taught you early on in your life, “they should, under no circumstances, be trusted.”

Though her parent Eret had been a fair king, always attending to the needs of their people, you were anticipating their corruption. If your memory serves you right, they were the one that betrayed the revolutionaries during the L’manberg Revolution simply because of their thirst for power. If they were a power hungry traitor before, who’s to say that they won’t be blinded by it again?

Every fiber in your body screamed at you to sink your sword through her abdomen to put her down, just like the bloodthirsty hounds that hailed long before her. You could just end her right now, make it quick and just leave her body here. It’d be easy and it would bring chaos to the SMP Kingdom, causing mass paranoia and tearing it apart from within. It’d be delicious, something that would give you a high you’d ride for years. You wanted to paint the grass with her blood, but something deep within you protested.

Filthy blood nourished her body, but that didn’t take away from her sheer and complete beauty or the way she covered her mouth with a delicate hand to hide her laugh. That did not take away from how she had cupped your cheek moments before, your skin still tingled where her hand was. That didn’t suppress the butterflies that fluttered wildly in your stomach when she stepped into the moonlight.

She put her hand out and smiled, “won’t you accompany me to my castle, my faithful warrior?” You merely put on a cold, uncaring facade and side stepped her.

“...You got yourself here, yes? You can find your way back.”

“Well you see,” she moved to rub the back of her neck and awkwardly chuckled, “I was hoping you know the way back?”

You couldn’t stop the snort that escaped your mouth, something about her made her irresistible. “You’ve got to be kidding me, you just ran blindly into a forest?”

“Hey, you would too if you were being chased by zombies!”

“Excuse me, who was the one that just slaughtered said zombies in under a minute?” You raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.

“I don’t have a sword like you do,” she crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at you.

“Even then, I doubt you know how to use one. Here,” you unsheathed the large sword and held it out to her, “I bet you can’t even hold it up.”

“Can too!” She protested before snatching the sword out of your hands. She grunted slightly at the heavy weight, almost dropping it, but she quickly steadied it. Looking up at you with a smug, slightly reddened face, she shook slightly. “See? It’s not that hard.”

You quirked an eyebrow beneath your mask, “oh really?”

“Y-yep,” was all she managed to choke out before she stepped back and dropped the tip. It swung down and buried itself inside the dirt below, scouring the earth as it made contact.

Smirking at her, you took it back with ease, putting it back into its sheath slung around your back. You once again stepped around her and started walking in the other direction.

“Where are you going?!”

“To the castle, you said you wanted me to take you home.”

She rushed to your side and grabbed your arm with both of her hands. They snaked around your bicep and tangled themselves in your cape. You could feel yourself soar at the contact; you had to fight against every instinct to hook your arm with hers. You ripped yourself out of her embrace and put some distance between the both of you.

She crossed her arms and hugged herself, shivering slightly, “how are you not cold?!”

“It’s barely cold out here,” you mentally scolded yourself for being a hypocrite, “you’ll be fine.”

She said nothing and continued to walk. As you got further and further into the forest, she merely started shivering more. You could hear her teeth chattering loudly and could see goosebumps decorating the skin on her bare arms. Sighing, you unhooked your cape and slung it over her shoulders.

She squeaked in surprise at the feeling before realizing that you gave her your cape. She grabbed the edges and pulled it closer to her before snuggling deeper into the cloth; you could feel your heart explode at the small sigh that she let out and the content hum that left her mouth. Just as she looked up at you, you made quick work of looking away. The ground was very fascinating at the moment.

“Thank you,” she murmured. You just curtly nodded, avoiding looking at her.

The walk to the castle was short, luckily she hadn’t run far from her home. Just as the castle walls were in your sights, she tried holding your arm again. Once again, you stepped away from her.

“C’mon,” she chuckled, “I don’t bite.”

“Well I do. You really need to learn not to trust a stranger, princess.”

“Well, we aren’t strangers. We know each other’s names, do we not? And besides, I bet you’re just a massive teddy bear.”

“I don’t know what your teddy bears looked like as a kid, but they certainly weren’t me. If I wanted to, I could take your hand clean off with a single twist and pull,” you growled out. She was silent once more as she led you towards a specific part of the castle.

“...Why are you so defensive? At least treat me like you did before we knew each other!” She unhooked the cape and shoved it towards you. You gladly took it and put it back on. To your sheer embarrassment, you felt joy as you caught a whiff of books and expensive perfume. It smelled like her.

“...I could’ve just left you back there if I wanted to, consider this a favor. Respect is earned, not given. Even to royalty.”

You turned to leave, you cape swishing behind you as you turned. Before you could walk off, a hand on your arm stopped you. “Wait. Even if you’re a massive jerk,” she sighed out, “I still have to thank you. So, thank you for saving my life; I’m indebted to you, my douchey knight.”

She leant up on the tips of her toes and gently placed her lips on your cheek. You froze and watched as she turned on her heel. She walked towards the entrance with several glances back at you, some of them being smug and others being questioning. It was like you were entranced underneath the veil of a spell, unable to move until she disappeared from sight.

The walk home was quiet with no mobs sneaking up on you. The entire time, the memory of her kissing your cheek replayed endlessly in your head. Though the very thing you disliked more than anything was embodied in her, you couldn’t help but fall for the natural charm she had. You were probably just tired, it was getting late into the night after all.

As you walked through the door, you could see Technoblade impatiently waiting for you on the couch. He had a book open in his hand and his half-rimmed glasses were perched on the bridge of his snout.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, I just ran into more mobs than I anticipated.”

Technoblade said nothing as his eyes flickered over your body, looking for even the smallest of scrapes. When he didn’t find anything, he nodded to himself and stood up. Tiredly, he walked over to you and ruffled your hair before trudging to his room.

“Are you sure the only thing you ran into was mobs?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “just a lot of zombies.”

He rolled his eyes and gave you a knowing smile before walking over to you. He swiped his thumb across your cheek and showed it to you. It was stained with a light pink color. “In all of the centuries I spent living in this world, not once have I seen a zombie wearing pink lipstick or,” he took your cape in his hand and sniffed it slightly, “cherry scented perfume.”

Your face exploded in heat as you made hasty work of scrubbing your cheek making the older man laugh quietly at you, “all you’re doing is smudging it all over your face. Some warm water and soap will get it off fast… Now, wanna tell me who gave you that?”

You stared at his smug expression and quickly came to the realization that he wouldn’t let this go unless you told him. Or, at least until you told him what happened.

You sighed and started to remove your armor, placing it on the armor stand situated between Philza’s and Technoblade’s armor. You had insisted that the armor stands were in this specific order, it just made sense with the height differences between the members of the household. Since you were between Philza’s and Technoblade’s height at 6’4 (and still growing), it made sense with the order of the armor in terms of size.

You made your way over to the couch and sat down with a sigh, Philza following suit. He gave you a reassuring smile, “whenever you’re ready.”

So you told him everything that had happened that day. Needless to say, Philza was happy for you, asking you questions about the interaction.

“It sounds like she’s perfect for you, kiddo.”

“That’s the thing, Uncle Phil. She isn’t,” you ran a hand down your face and leaned back onto the back of the couch, your head resting on the top of the cushion. You heard Philza shift slightly before he grabbed your hand.

“Now,” he asked gently, “what makes you think that?”

“She’s King Eret’s daughter. Helen Dahlia Eret,” you sardonically chuckled, “I really thought she was just joking when she said ‘princess’.” Every part of you wished that that was a joke. That she would laugh and tell you that it was part of the game she was playing. But no, she just had to be royalty.

“Eret’s better than most, they are a good king,” he reminded you.

“Still, there’s royal blood in her. She’s actively a part of a government… I wanted to kill her on the spot; hell everything in my body was screaming at me to slaughter her, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

“Sometimes, someone is more than the blood inside of them; maybe she isn’t as bad as you think she is. Someone could be born into a family of saints and still destroy everything they touch. On the other hand, someone could be born surrounded by the lowest of humanity and grow up to become the best person you’ll ever meet. You have to understand that blood isn’t everything to a person’s character.”

You didn’t say anything, contemplating what he said. She didn’t seem like someone to rule with an iron fist, and neither did her parent. Tubbo was the first person to come to mind. He was raised by a malicious, tyrannical idiot, a man that had valued absolute power and booze over anything else. Your uncle turned out to be the most caring person you’ve ever met, always making sure that those around him are in a good mood even if he himself wasn’t.

However, it’s best to be cautious of somebody. Your mind flashed back to Wilbur and Dream, the two men rotting away in Pandora’s Vault together until either their time alive is up or time itself expires. They were charismatic and kind on the outside, but on the inside, they are two of the most heinous men you’ve ever met.

It seemed like your mind was running in circles, bouncing between both conclusions like it was being slammed between two surfaces.

“...Do you think you’ll see her again?” Philza asked you, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles and squeezing it comfortingly when you didn’t respond immediately.

You sighed, standing up and walking out of the room, “if the odds are in our favor, we won’t see each other any time soon.”

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shushiyuii · 3 years ago

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Maybe Giant!Sapnap and Tiny!Dream noms? Sapnap tries to protect Dream by eating him and Dream panics thinking that he's going to die but then he realizes that he's safe?

I don't se so many g!sapnap with t!dream or t!george noms

Finally, pain has subsided so i can finally write! Yaay! Also, remember my requests are open so feel free to send some in!

Warnings: Mentions of almost death and injury, soft vore

Words: 1.3K+

The three of them ran from the incoming Piglins that weren’t so far behind them, so maybe coming to the nether a little bit unprepared was a bit of a mistake, because they were now being targeted but a lot of the inhabitants of this flaming realm.

They were being chased by Piglins as they had no gold, Ghasts were eyeing them and Hoglins thought they finally had a plaything.

“Look- We’re almost there!”. Screamed George, the three had almost made it to their nether portal, finally, they’d be safe from whatever endeavours were here and escape into their more peaceful and adaptable realm, the Overworld.

But maybe hopes were looking a little too high wouldn’t you think? Because George was way ahead of the two of them, somehow, with Sapnap and Dream being somewhat left behind.

Suddenly, Sapnap tripped slightly, almost falling to the ground until Dream grabbed him and pulled him up, continuing to run to the portal.

They looked ahead to see George leaning outward from the portal, reaching out his hand to take theirs. Then a strange cry was heard from behind them, from a Ghast. They booked it as much as they could to George, but ultimately too late.

The Ghast’s fire charge hit the portal, hitting George with it. “GEORGE!” the two screamed but saw no flying George, he must’ve gotten through the portal before it was destroyed. The two looked back, seeing the other mobs behind them.

They had to continue to run, somewhere where the two of them would at least be safe until somebody came to get them since none of them had a flint and steel.

The two of them pulled a 180, heading upwards towards the ceiling, “Cover me!”, Sapnap yelled as he pulled out a pickaxe, Dream crouched down, pulled out his bow and began to shoot at the incoming enemies. Sapnap mined into the netherrack, making a tunnel.

Once he was done, he pulled Dream into the tunnel and covered the entrance with more netherrack, blocking them from the mobs on the outside, with the mobs being gone the two finally got a break.

The two panted, Sapnap dropping to the floor and Dream leaning his hand on the wall. Sapnap looked over to Dream, “Y-you, okay?”. Dream snapped his hand towards Sapnap.

“Am I okay? AM I OKAY?! After everything that just happened?! You asked if I’m, okay?! George could be fucking dead Sapnap!”.

Sapnap’s eyes widened, “D-dream.”. “If it weren’t for you, we might’ve made it!”. “DREAM!”, “WHAT?!”. “If George had died, we would’ve seen the message on our communicators!”.

Dream immediately pulled out his communicator in a huff, scanning it for any mention of what their friends’ fate could be, to find none.

“H-he’s okay, see?”. Sapnap huffed, Dream looked at him with guilt in his eyes, “Sorry Sap I-“. “It’s fine Dream, don’t worry about it, I get it”. The two looked at each other, both with worry in their expressions, Dream made his way to Sapnap and sat down next to him.

“So, what now?”. Sapnap huffed, “We can’t get back to our old portal since it was destroyed and well, covered by mobs, we’ll have to make through the nether until we find somebody”. “How are we gonna do that? We came unprepared.”.

“Didn’t you inherit some nether traits from your dad or something?”. Sapnap sighed, “Besides heat resistance, nothing”. “Fuck”.

“It’s best we just adventure out then and hope we find another way home then.”. “Right.”.

The two stood up after their break, and began to mine through the nether’s ceiling, and soon enough found ground as their tunnel finally found a way into the nether once again, the two carefully made their way down from the ceiling and began to wander again, hopefully going to find somebody or a portal.

The two were now in a slightly open area, a warped forest not too far away. Things were actually surprisingly okay for a while until they were surrounded again…

Mobs had found their way to them again, Sapnap being the person he was, pushed Dream behind him, putting himself between them and the monsters.

“Sapnap!”, Dream wanted to resist, not wanting to stand by but that was simply impossible as his once average height friend turned giant, he stared in amazement as his friend began to stomp on the mobs, that was until his friend got hit by a ghast.

Sapnap turned around to face the ghast, but his attention subverted as Dream almost got hit by a mob, which was quickly stomped on by Sapnap, it was clear that Sapnap wasn’t able to focus on so many things at once and Dream couldn’t help with being out of arrows.

So, Sapnap swiftly picked up Dream and threw him into his mouth and jumped off the edge into the lava, he dove in. And once he surfaced, he felt Dream squirming, not wanting his friend to get hurt accidentally by lava he swallowed. He was promptly hit by Dream on the way down, but it was worth it.

Once he reached Sapnap’s storage stomach, there was immediate kicking and punching, “SAPNAP! LET ME OUT!”, he put a hand to the squirming man and applied pressure, amplifying his movements, “Sap-“, “Calm down Dream, you’re safe. Remember, demon trait?”. “Right, am I in your storage?”. “Yep.”.

Sapnap despite not inheriting a lot of demonic abilities much like his father, did inherit the biology of fire resistance, size-shifting and of course the ability to store things within him, making him the perfect person to hide inside of, but otherwise, that was all he really inherited from his father.

He sighed, “What now?”. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to swim across the lava until you find land”.

Sapnap groaned in frustration as Dream laughed, “Argh! I hate you”. Sapnap said in a huff and got a rub from Dream in return, who was now comfortably laying in his friend's stomach, “Be quiet and get along will you?”.

He swam for a while and eventually found land, he was contemplating letting Dream but realised the danger he would put his friend into and decided against it, so he wandered for a while, which was a bit difficult with a few tight fits, he almost got stuck in a hole.

And then after what seemed like hours, he heard his name. “Sapnap?! Oh, my muffin, are you okay?!” he heard and turned his head, to see his father running towards him on a ledge, he leaned down towards his father, who held his cheeks in worry. “I’m fine Dad”. Was mumbled whilst a worried father checked over his son.

He sighed in relief when he saw no injury, behind him was his stepfather, Skeppy. “Where’s Dream?” asked his father, and in response to that blushed and looked away, Bad looked confused and worried for a moment until he realised what that meant. “Awhh! Sappy! No need to be embarrassed about it!”. He smiled.

Then Bad changed size himself, putting Skeppy on his shoulder and helping his son onto the ledge, Dream had put together what he had happened, “Sap, ask if they’ve seen George!”. “Oh, right!”. Bad looked over,

“Dad? Have you seen George?”. “Yes of course I have, he was a bit injured with burns and we treated him before we came, he’s okay don’t worry!”.

Sapnap sighed in relief and soon they made their way to the nether portal, which Dream was finally let out and the four of them made it back to the overworld safely.

Dream and Sapnap crowded a slightly injured George and the three of them were reunited with each other after that massive and unpredictable adventure but were glad about how things came out.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #tw vore #giant!sapnap #sizeshifter!sapnap #giant!bbh #sizeshifter!bbh #tiny!dream #tiny!george #tiny!skeppy #shushi's writings

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cloudselkie · 4 years ago

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How to read with the Clow Cards! (Or any deck without set meanings)

As I have begun to scry more, I have found myself favoring divination methods that are more free-form and do not have set meanings. I think the only meaning that was ever applied to a Clow Card (at least in the show) was communication for the Windy, so that leaves a LOT of room to play! So I figured I would make a little guide to using them to perform readings, though these tips can really be applied to any method that relies more on intuition.

*EDIT* Originally, there was a comment here about having read the unofficial fortune book and not agreeing with it at all. Apparently it's the official one by CLAMP, and I'm probably going to piss some people off, but the meanings are sometimes so far from what is represented on the card that you could only read with the book or by rote memorization. And I think the cards function way better intuitively. So don't be afraid to toss the book!

Tips for Reading With the Clow Cards:

1. Your first thought is usually right.

The first thought you have when you pull a card is usually the meaning intended for the reading. It might not be what you would assign to the card if you had to sit down and think about it, but that image brought in the message you needed, and that's the way more freeform readings work.

2. A card can have multiple meanings, and that's okay.

Cards may have different meanings depending on the situation. Take the Freeze card, for example. Freeze could refer to temperature, it could refer to a person's "cold" personality, or maybe it means "Stop! Freeze in place! Do not continue doing what you are doing!" It will depend on the context of the reading. Trust your intuition!

3. Organic, simple spreads can answer a lot.

I find when reading with the Clow Cards that simple spreads that unfold organically work way better than complex spreads (like the Celtic Cross, for example). I think it is better to have a conversation with the Clow Cards because they will speak loud and clear to you.

Here are two spreads I have done recently.

This spread was a simple Mind/Body/Spirit three card reading. And the meaning was clear instantly the me. I need to trust my intuition more. I need to be better about taking care of myself ("Eat some goddamn vegetables, Shay!" was literally what I heard). And I need to let go of some of the anxieties I've had over my practice to fly like I used to (mostly in dreams, but when I began practicing, I flew A LOT in dreams. It was super cool.)

The second example is this spread, which I did this morning.

I drew a general three cards, which immediately pinpointed the fact that I REALLY wanted to just go lay in bed for a while longer because the thunderstorms were making me feel sleepy. So I took the card from the bottom of the pile to see what I could do to fix it, which was the Earthy, which to me, immediately meant grounding. If I took a little time to ground, I would feel much better and be able to get on with my day. And it did work!

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Also, as a final note, Tarot cards can also be read this way, though there is some division on whether traditional meanings should be more or less important than intuition.

Hope you enjoyed the guide!

#divination #cartomancy #clow cards #oracle deck #cardcaptor sakura #intuitive reading #intuition #tarot #tarot readings

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years ago

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Bonus Chapter 😉

Finally, the last last chapter. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m burnt out from Gally lmao. I think I’m just happy I’ll be able to focus on other things without having to worry about “what comes next” in this story. Anyway, prepare for some tooth rotting fluff and smut.

by the way, please don’t hate me for putting in a star wars reference in this chapter, i already hate myself enough for doing it lmao

NSFW WARNING

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(not my gif)

Months later, after everything was over and done with, you only just started to feel comfortable in the Safe Haven. Having to risk your life almost everyday, always having to keep moving place to place, you didn’t have high hopes for the supposed haven.

You still had nightmares every single time you fell asleep.

You couldn’t sleep the first couple days at the Safe Haven until exhaustion finally took over. You eventually excepted that’s how it was going to be, that you were going to have these nightmares for the rest of your life. Then it was just learning how to live again; learning how to live with the guilt that weighed you down constantly; living with the fact that you could’ve saved Newt, saved Teresa. You might’ve died trying, but that wouldn’t have mattered to you.

Why did you live and they couldn’t? It was fucking fair.

You were thankful for Gally though. He was your beacon of light when the nights got too dark, when your guilt and pain was blinding. He helped you to the best of his ability, even though he knew that pain you carried would never go away. He made things bearable, and that was more than enough for you.

Looking out to the ocean, seeing the tide rush in with the sun slowly lowering on the horizon, painting the sky in an array of orange, pinks and purples; you wondered, wondered what would be left of the rest of the world after abandoning it.

You felt the sand beneath you, how it stuck to your skin, and you started to feel your eyebrows furrow in irritation. You didn’t like sand. It was rough, course, and it always got everywhere. Being in a Safe Haven, you would’ve thought it would be more comfortable to live in. But those were just bratty, selfish thoughts.

You looked up to see seagulls, hearing an occasional caw from their beaks. You let yourself smile, trying to find some happiness in the small things, or beings.

The loud crashing of the waved filled your ears, blocking out everything else around you almost like a trance, that you didn’t even realize the boy who just sat next to you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You’ve heard that voice so many times that you didn’t even flinch at the sudden sentence. “Yeah, it is.” You smirked. “Just wish sand wasn’t so irritating.” You huffed, wiping some flecks off your hands.

Gally chuckled. “You say that, yet you come sit out here almost every night.”

“I can handle sand for some peace and quiet, away from everyone else.” For a moment, Gally looked offended. “You’re the only exception, obviously.”

He grinned, taking a hold of your hand. “You used to do this in the Glade too.”

“Yeah, it’s not so different here. We obviously don’t have to worry about any Grievers. Just in the way everyone has communal housing, no privacy.” You frowned. “But, that’s just how it’s gotta be, I suppose.”

Gally nodded, directed his gaze back to the ocean, delicately rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. It could’ve put you to sleep, but he cleared his throat, gaining your attention. “Oh, I’ve got a surprise for you actually.” He smiled nervously.

You tilted your head in confusion, but chuckled anyway. “A surprise? Wha-?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Gally quickly stood up, bringing you with him and then leading you away.

“Wait, Gal, I don’t think we’re allowed to be far away from camp right now.” You said worryingly, looking back and forth between Gally and the camp on the beach that was slowly getting further and further away.

“Shh, don’t worry, it’s fine. Just come on!”

Never in your life have you seen this boy so excited. Must be one hell of a surprise if he looked like a kid on Christmas Eve. The trek was far into the woods, away from the beach, you couldn’t even hear the ocean waves anymore. “This is a long way.” You said, somewhat nervously.

“We’re almost there, close your eyes.”

You only went wide eyed. “What?!”

Gally chuckled softly at the outburst, coming up behind you and placing his hands over your eyes. “It’s part of the surprise.”

“I don’t think I like surprises...” You pouted.

Gally only placed a kiss on your cheek. “Trust me.” He said, starting to lead you blindly through the woods. Only the occasional root or hole in the ground made you trip, most of the time you were just tripping over your own feet out of nervousness.

“We’ve stopped. Are we here?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He said softly, removing his hands to allow you to see.

The sun had only just begun to set, so it was dim enough that you didn’t have to adjust to the light. But it was light enough to see what was in front of you.

You gasped softly when you saw a little hut in a small clearing of the forest. It was quite simple in structure, but just one look over and you could tell how delicate the process must’ve been. You knew that cause your Builder senses were tingling.

“Gally...” You awed, unsure how to react. “Did you...?”

“We never got to build your home in the Glade. So, I asked Vince if we could build away from the beach, and he agreed. It’s not my best work, but there’s always room for improvement.”

You threw yourself in Gally’s arms, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. “Gally, it’s perfect.” You whispered, almost on the verge of tears.

“You haven’t even seen the inside.” Gally laughed.

“Then show me!” You giggled goofily, making Gally blush slightly.

“Of course, but first,” You squealed as Gally lifted you up in his arms bridal style, walking to the door of the hut. “Gotta walk you over the threshold, like in the movies.”

You blushed as you giggled, burying your face in his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this, Gal!”

There wasn’t a proper door in the frame, only a thick cloth. “There wasn’t enough time to fix up a door, but I’ll do it eventually.”

Gally finally set you down when you entered the hut, and you were in awe in a matter of seconds, seeing how beautiful the interior was. The floor was sanded down perfectly, a beautifully woven rug smack dab in the center of the room and a small table next to the right wall.

Gally grabbed your hand, quickly leading you into another section of the small building, not even giving you time to breathe as he was too excited to show you everything.

“The bedroom.” Gally smirked, quirking up an eyebrow suggestively.

You stifled a giggle as you surveyed the room. The medium sized bed lay in the corner of the room, a small makeshift window carved into the opposite wall, a bedside table with a wooden vase occupied by various colored flowers you assumed native to where you were.

“Gally...” You whispered.

“I know it’s not much, like I said, but we could always expand. Brenda helped a bit, she said that flowers would be a nice touch. I don’t know why, but she seemed genuine. But if you don’t-”

“Gally!” You interrupted him with a laugh, gently grabbing ahold of his face and placing your lips against his with a smile.

Gally chuckled breathlessly as you pulled away. “I guess that means I did good?”

“Gal, you did perfect. You’re perfect.” You said, knowing it would make him blush.

“You’re the one who’s perfect.” He countered, making you the one blushing.

“Stop.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious.”

You huffed. “I’m not gonna argue with you.”

“Yeah, good, cause you’d lose.” You refrained from snapping back at Gally, knowing that he was right and the argument would go nowhere.

You shook your head with a smile, walking to the bed and plopping down rather ungracefully. “Oh my god...”

“What?”

“This is so comfortable.”

Gally grinned and laid down beside you. “Oh yeah, better than those stupid hammocks we had to sleep on in the Glade.”

You tried to keep your eyes to the ceiling, realizing how close you two were. You two had slept beside each other obviously, but you quickly took notice of how needy you felt around him, and it made you nervous. It’s not like you were touch starved, but every time Gally put his hands on you in the simplest ways, you felt yourself wanting more than just hugs, handholds or kisses. You were pretty sure he felt the same way too. The way he’d reluctantly hold back during any make out sessions, or how he forced himself to look away from your body if you two were working together. He wasn’t making it that subtle.

Gally putting his hands on your waist got you riled up the most, even if it was to stop you from falling off or ladder or something similar, it was so frustrating. You wanted something to change, but you had no idea how to bring it up without feeling like an absolute moron.

Just the thought of Gally exploring your body with his big, warm hands that would give you chills down your spine and make you we- “Ugh.” You huffed loudly.

“What’s up with you?” Gally chuckled.

“Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing really.” You cleared your throat.

Gally smirked. “Well, ‘nothing’ is making you clench your fists.”

You forced yourself to unclench your fists as soon as he pointed it out, trying not to wince as you felt your nails removing themselves from being slightly imbedded into your skin. “Ugh, sorry...I was just thinking.”

“‘Bout what?”

You felt your cheeks increase in temperature, but you sat up and rubbed your hands over your face. Gally quickly sat up with a look of concern of his face, obviously not understanding why you felt frustrated. “Are you seriously okay? Do you feel sick or something?” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever or anything...”

You couldn’t help but smile, almost seeing him in an innocent light. “No, I’m not sick, Gal.” Gally furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, tilting his head slightly.

You saw Gally’s lips slightly parted, and you felt the sudden urges come forward again. You leaned in to place your lips on his feverishly, him immediately reciprocating, making you smile into the kiss. As soon as you snaked your hands up to tangle themselves in his hair, he pulled away. “I guess this must’ve been what you were thinking about, huh?” He chuckled breathlessly.

“I’m sorry.” You pulled your hands away, but Gally grabbed your hands.

“Hey, don’t be sorry.” He said softly. “Just took me by surprise, is all.”

“You don’t want to, do you?” You frowned.

“No, no, I do! I just...” He sighed. “I do. I really do. You have no idea much I want to. But, I also want you to be comfortable with it too. I would never want you to feel pressured or anything like that. I want you to be a hundred percent sure, Y/N.”

You grinned. “I’m sure, Gally. I want you.”

Gally grinned back, a light shade of red dusting his cheeks as he leaned back in to kiss you gently. He grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you closer to him. “If for any reason you wanna stop, tell me and we can stop. Okay?”

“Promise.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you felt Gally’s hand travel underneath your shirt, lifting it up over your head. You did the same, smirking as you felt his fit Builders torso. Gally leaned back in to kiss you more roughly after the removal of his shirt. The feeling of his tongue dancing delicately with yours elicited a satisfied hum from you.

You laughed as you awkwardly fiddled with Gally’s belt buckle, ultimately looking to him to undo it for you. “I’ll get the hang of it eventually.” You giggled.

Gally laid you on your back, him hovering over you as he undid your pant’s button with one hand and the other resting beside your head as he tenderly kissed and sucked on your neck. He smiled when he pulled back to see you gazing at him lovingly. “You are everything to me.” Gally whispered, kissing your cheek as he slowly pulled your pants off, trailing his hands up and down your thighs.

“I love you.” You whispered back with a grin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said after he removed your bra, leaning down to kiss between the valley of your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach and stopping just above the lining of your underwear. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You nodded eagerly.

You exhaled a shaky breath as Gally gingerly removed your undergarment, looking back to make sure you were okay with his actions. You gripped onto the blankets tightly as you started to feel his hot breath wash over your sensitive flesh, placing kisses on the inside of your thighs, brushing over the spot you wanted him most.

You were aching with anticipation already, so when Gally finally ran his tongue up your folds, you gasped loudly and quickly become putty in his arms.

You tried not to squirm as Gally kept up a steady pace of licking up and down your lips, causing you to softly rut against him. You let out your first moan when he finally placed pressure on your aching clit, you could’ve sworn you saw stars. Never in your life had you experienced a pleasure so powerful. You didn’t even know if Gally was experienced himself, but fuck, he was doing such a good job.

“Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Gally! Please, keep going.” You whined, desperate to keep that friction against your bundle of nerves.

Gally had to hold you down as you kept involuntarily bucking your hips, keeping that delicious pressure on your clit with his tongue. You moaned loudly as he inserted a finger into your entrance slowly, the sting of him stretching you only adding to the warm pleasure on your clit. “You feel so good, Gal.” You panted, biting the skin of the back of your hand to try and stifle your loud moans.

Adding a second finger inside you and keeping up the pace with his tongue, you soon started to feel intense shocks course through you occasionally, it felt foreign but so amazing. Your moans got louder as the shocks got stronger, bringing your other hand down to hold on to Gally’s hand tightly. “Gal, I think I’m gonna-”

Your eyes closed tightly as you felt waves of electrifying pleasure run through your whole body, causing you to almost shake erratically, a mix of a grunt and moan escaping your throat.

You panted heavily as Gally smirked, coming back up to kiss you. You blushed furiously when you noticed the shine on his nose and chin. “Sorry.” You grinned sheepishly, bringing a hand up to wipe some of yourself off his face.

Gally shook his head with a smile, turning his head to kiss your hand. He gasped suddenly when you gently stroked him through his boxer briefs. “You know, you still don’t have to.” He said, holding in a groan.

“I want you to come too.” You said, your innocent sounding voice juxtaposing the not so innocent statement.

“You sure?” You answered by pulling his briefs down to his knees, giving him a soft kiss. “Okay then.” Gally smiled nervously, him pulling his briefs all the way off his body.

Gally soon lined himself up with your slick entrance. He wanted you to come first just in case you couldn’t handle his size and you had to stop, he wanted to give you the best first experience possible, even if he couldn’t have you. He wanted to give you everything, but he couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you. So, he asked one more time, “Is this okay?”

“I’ll be okay, Gally. I promise to tell you if I want to stop.” You kisses his cheek, assuring him this is what you wanted.

Gally nodded gently, slowly pushing himself in, carefully watching your facial expressions to see if you were in pain.

Your breath caught in your throat, the size of him surprising you and making you bite your lip to keep from crying out. He was big enough to the point it stung as he pushed himself in, but you knew you were strong enough to wait, so you stayed quiet about the slight ache.

Gally stopped, waiting for you to adjust. You started to grind against him, getting used to him before you nodded. “I’m okay.” You smiled. Gally started a slow pace, still scared of accidently hurting you, but you moaning in pleasure gave him the indication that you were enjoying yourself.

Gally buried his head in your shoulder as he thrusted at a faster pace, his lack of experience causing him to be close already. He groaned softly as he felt your nails dig into his back for support, but he was surprised at how nice the sting actually felt. You moaning his name is what eventually sent him over the edge, holding on tightly to your wrists as he thrusted faster. He pulled out of you, rubbing himself until he came onto your bare stomach with a loud moan.

Gally fell back down beside you with a heavy sigh, both of you sweaty panting messes. But you started giggling happily, causing Gally to giggle right along with you. “I didn’t know it would feel that good.” You said after catching your breath.

Gally grinned, pulling you close to him and laying a blanket over your naked bodies, still trying to stifle a few giggles due to the post coital high. “If jerking off gave me any indication, I had a feeling it would be even better.”

You rolled your eyes. “You have me for that now.” You joked.

“You are absolutely right.”

It felt like hours that you two just stayed there, laying there with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly calm down as he relaxed. You smiled sleepily as you thought about how you’d do anything for this boy, how you loved him more than anything in the whole world.

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literally listening to Isabella’s Lullaby from The Promised Neverland on a 5 hour loop is how I managed to keep myself from writing rough smut lmao. Can you tell I have a boner for consent? Consent is so fucking sexy though like for real 🥵

#sweet pandemonium series #the maze runner #the maze runner smut #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally smut #gally

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