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Sour Candy (m)

Pairings: Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5k~

Warnings: Very very very needy Mingi, wouldn't say exactly sub!mingi but kind of sub!mingi u know, good boi´s just very desperate. consent lines are kind of blurred in this one so pls skip if it makes u uncomfortable, this was just written in like an hour with absolutely no thoughts or grammar-checking, head empty only filled with crying whiny men <3

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“What time did Yunho say he was coming back again?” You asked for about the fourth time that afternoon. 

“In like an hour or two,” Mingi answered patiently like he did all the other times you asked before. “Bro, why do you hate me?” 

“Because you keep making me play this boring game and it really fucking sucks.” 

“That´s just because you´re bad at it.” 

“You´re literally worse than me.” 

“Maybe modernity was wrong all along, maybe women really shouldn´t be allowed to have opinions.” 

“It is a fact, not an opinion. Maybe you men should still be in planes being shipped off to war and leave us alone.” 

“Fine. Do you want to play something else, princess?” 

“Let´s play Overcooked,” You squealed.  

Mingi didn´t even groan this time when you mentioned the game you and Seonghwa were obsessing over lately, simply going back to the home screen on Yunho´s Playstation and looking for the colorful icon. He knew there was no arguing with you. 

While the game was loading, Mingi handed you the main controller and stood up, fixing his shirt that had scrunched up and stretching his back, “Set everything up, I´m gonna go find some snacks.” 

You happily did as told, driving your little animated truck towards the level you had last failed at and playing with your phone to wait for your friend, at least until your vision was blocked by said friend pushing a red plastic bag in front of your face. 

“What´s that?” You asked, already reaching into the bag and picking up one of the soft candies inside. 

Mingi simply shrugged, already chewing on one of the jellies, “Dunno, found them in the kitchen. They´re pretty good though.” 

You trusted his words, popping the candy into your mouth and waiting for the flavors to kick in - and hell you wish you didn´t. 

“Oh my god this is disgusting,” Your face contorts in distaste. 

“It´s cinnamon,” Mingi stares you down, clearly not amused.  

“Yeah, with candle wax. Ew.” 

“Just swallow it and stop being a baby.” 

“I will literally kill myself.” 

He gave you another judgmental glare and sat down next to you on the couch once again, already reaching for his third candy from hell as you forced yourself to let it slide down your throat. You handed him the main remote and picked up the secondary one, coughing to see if flowing some air into your lungs would get the taste of rotten papaya out of your mouth.  

“Maybe it´s poison that Yunho left out as a trap because you keep stealing his food.” 

“Nah, it was right on top of the counter,” He waved it off, pressing play on the game. 

“My point stands.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“You´re very eloquent today.” 

“You´re very annoying today.” 

“The salmon Mingi, the fucking salmon!!” 

“I´m getting it!” 

“Bro, you gotta throw it!” 

“Fuck. I know, but if I leave the fucking rice is going to burn.” 

“I´m throwing you more rice.” 

“I don´t need it.” 

“Yes, you do. Oh my god.” 

“What I do need are some clean plates.” 

“Oh, yeah. On it.” 

“Why do you like this game?” He groaned, cleaning the sweat from his forehead and reaching for another candy in the bag. “You´re making me stress eat.” 

“Doesn´t it make you feel pumped?”  

“Yeah, pumped to punch the TV.” 

“We have one more minute, we can do it if you stop being dumb.” 

“There are literally two plates on the counter ready to go and you haven´t delivered them yet.” 

“Jeez, done. Can you slice me some tomatoes?” 

“One sec,” He answered, mouth full of yet another candy. 

“It would be faster if you would just stop eating.” 

“We´re not making it anyways, let me enjoy one thing at least.” 

And he was right: a few seconds later the TV screen was filled with the sad numbers displaying how you didn´t reach the minimum score - didn´t even come close to it in fact. 

Mingi let out his frustrations by popping the nth white jelly past his lips and you stared at him in disgust, reaching for the bag to understand what that malevolent creation even was.  

“Huh...” 

“What?” He asked. 

“Hm, I mean, this is all in German or Dutch but I´m pretty sure this word means aphrodisiac.” 

“Come again?” His mouth was hanging open mid chew, unblinking eyes staring at you. 

“Hm, yeah. Wasn´t Yunho´s friend just in Amsterdam? The one with the big smile? Maybe he brought those as a souvenir, since you know, it´s Amsterdam. Like, ‘haha look at this candy that makes you horny´.” 

“Oh, yeah. But it´s like a placebo touristy thing, right?” He laughed nervously. “Like, these won´t actually make me horny, right?” 

“Nah, I don´t think this kind of stuff works. It´s probably just for shit and giggles. Do you feel any different?” 

“I don´t know, my heart is beating faster. I think I´m going to die.” 

“Mingi, relax. Now it´s probably just because you´re nervous.” 

“No, what if there´s some kind of drug in these? I ate almost 10 of them! Oh my god I´m going to die. Am I going to overdose, Y/N? What if I start hallucinating?” 

He was being a bit overdramatic, but he did have genuine concerns. 

“Wait, let me call Yunho.” 

Mingi didn´t even hear you, too busy at his own pity party as he whined and stared at the bag´s labels like he could suddenly speak Dutch.  

“Y/N?” Yunho´s voice filled your ears. 

“Hm, hi. Sorry to bother you at work but we´ve kind of got a situation.” 

“Oh my god, did Mingi break my door playing with the bar? I already told him-” 

“No, nothing like that. Huh, do you know that candy that you left on the kitchen counter?” 

“What? No. What cand- Oh. Oh.” 

“Huh, yeah. So... Mingi found it and ate like 10 of them?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Is that bad? He´s kind of freaking out, he´s afraid there´s like drugs in them or something.” 

“There are some stimulants in them but like, in minor quantities. He won´t die because of it. But bro, bro.” 

“What?” You whined, Yunho´s tone making you anxious. 

“He had 10 of them? San had like 3 and said he was at it for hours.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

“So I guess these do work, huh?” 

“Haven´t tried them, but from what San says it´s some strong shit. Did you take any?” 

“Just like one, tastes like organic trash.” 

“Yeah, good. Let me know how it goes, please just stay out of my bedroom.” 

“Your bedroom? Why would- What are you trying to imply, Jeong Yunho?” 

“Oh shit, client calling. Byeee,” He laughed. “Stupid.” 

As soon as you put your phone away, Mingi stopped talking to himself like a mad man and stared at you with big hopeful eyes. 

“I have good news and bad news.” 

“Am I going to die?” 

“That´s the good news: no, you´re not. No.” 

“And what are the bad news?” 

“Apparently you will get very horny, though.” 

He froze at your words, looking down at his pants, “I don´t feel it, though.” 

“Maybe you won´t, it might be different for everyone,” You shrug, standing up and grabbing your sweater. “All I know is that I am leaving because if it does happen, that´s not a sight I want to be here for.” 

“Please no,” Mingi whined, literally throwing himself on his knees to catch your arm before you could walk away. “Don´t leave me alone here. I just ingested unknown substances, what if my body reacts badly and I actually die? What if I throw up and drown in my own puke here all alone?” 

Once again, over-dramatic but right.  

“Yeah, you´re right,” You sighed. “I would still rather die than see you with a boner so here´s what we´re gonna do: I´m locking myself in Yunho´s room and you can freely roam the apartment and do whatever you want, I´ll check up on you every few minutes. Sounds good?” 

“Yeah, ok,” Mingi agreed. 

“Also, if you´re going to like - ” You motioned vaguely towards his pants hoping he would get what you were trying to say. “Give me a heads up so I can put on some earphones.” 

“Oh my god,” He whined in shame, cheeks going flush. “Yeah, ok.” 

“Ok, good. Huh, bye,” You awkwardly waved as you made your way towards Yunho´s room. “Good luck.” 

You closed the door behind you, hearing as Mingi opened some other game back in the living room. There was not much to do in Yunho´s room so you decided to lay in bed and scroll through Tiktok until Mingi stopped thinking he was going to die and you could leave. Also, you did eat one of the candies too, so you guessed that if they did work, you would feel it as well. 

10 minutes later you still heard Mingi normally playing and cursing outside, but you still decided to yell out an “Everything good?” just to be sure. 

“Yeah!” Was his answer. 

Another 15 minutes went by, and you shot him a text. 

Not dead yet? 

Mings: Still good, I don´t think these things actually work. 

Maybe Yunho was just messing with us.  

Mings: Yeah, fucking asshole. 

You went back to watching your silly little videos, not even noticing the time passing or how everything suddenly went quiet outside. Over half an hour had gone by when your ears finally perked up at the lack of your friend´s loudness.  

You sat up in bed worried. 

You good? 

No answer. 

Mingi? 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You were already picturing his dead body looking all stupid on Yunho´s carpet, thinking about how you were going to explain to the paramedics that he died because he ate too much horny candy.  

No, even worse: How would you explain this to his family? 

Oh, no. Not your best friend. How would you live without him? You liked teasing him and you bickered a lot but you love- 

Your little spiral of insanity was interrupted by a knock on the door and your body was finally able to move after how it had been paralyzed with fear for a few minutes. 

“Mingi?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh, thank god. You scared the shit out of me,” You took a deep breath in relief, staring at Yunho´s white door. “What´s up?” 

“Huh, can I come in?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.  

Something sounded weird about this.  

“Sure,” You answered skeptically.  

Mingi opened the door and came in, head cast down and gaze not meeting your eyes. 

“What´s wrong-” You started asking worriedly, about to jump out of the bed to go check up on him before your eyes finally zeroed in on the very prominent bulge in his pants. “Song Mingi! What the fuck?” 

“I- I don´t know what to do,” His eyes finally met yours, cheeks tinted in pink and hands trembling. He looked at you like a kicked puppy.  

“And what do I have to do with it? Go deal with it yourself. Eeew, we talked about this,” You raised your hand in the air to try and block the bottom half of Mingi from your line of vision.  

“I already did,” He groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Twice.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Nothing fucking works - and also, I just can´t stop thinking about you.” 

“What?” You never heard your voice go so high before. “Nuh uh, we´re not going there. Absolutely not.” 

“I´m not happy about it either, ok?” His fingers were squeezing the corner of the door so thigh they were almost white. “Just please, help me out this once. Please.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You just prayed that the reason you started clenching around nothing was because the candy was finally kicking in and not because stupid Song Mingi was practically begging in front of you. 

“No!” You screeched, weirded out by your own sudden reaction. “This isn´t you talking, it´s just th stupid candy, you´ll regret it after it wears off -” 

“No but I won´t,” He disagreed, closing the door and rushing towards you like a madman in three large strides. 

You had never seen him like this, you never once in a million years could have gone as far as even imagining the look in his eyes right now. 

“Fuck. It´s just - your skin is so soft, you know?” Mingi pushed the covers to the side so his hand could squeeze your thigh, his knees dipping into the mattress as he crawled on top of you. You were too shocked to move away, frozen in place with your mouth open wide, not really knowing what to do as he rubbed the palm of his hands up and down your skin, squeezing it occasionally with a heavy breath like he had just reached heaven´s gate. 

“Mingi,” You warned, but your voice didn´t sound that threatening anymore. 

“Please, just once,” He breathed out, practically rubbing himself against your body like a cat in heat forcing you to slowly lie back in the bed, his hands gently guiding yours over your head as you slid down. You looked up at his glazed eyes, at the way his hands were shaking around your wrists, the way he was discreetly rutting against your thigh without even realizing he was doing it. He looked so vulnerable and frenzied – And it was doing something to you. 

“Mingi,” You whined, not even sure what you were trying to say or do. 

“You kept walking around with this white top all day,” He let out a broken groan, looking down at said top. “Your boobs look amazing in it. I just- I – Can I?” 

His begging eyes were enough to get you automatically nodding before even realizing what you were agreeing to - When you did process what he was asking for though, his right hand was already squeezing your boobs and kneading at them like his life depended on it, his calloused fingers firm on your body. You could feel how hard he was every time he subconsciously ground against you, shaky hot breaths leaving his lips and hitting the sensitive skin on the side of your neck where his plump soft lips kept lightly brushing against with every move. 

Mingi took advantage of the position, sucking against your vein and leaving pleas in the form of little kisses around your skin. His thumb played with your nipple and your hands were still abandoned on top of your head against the sheets, not sure if you would really let this happen yet - but Mingi didn´t seem to mind, too lost in worshipping you into compliance.  

“I need to fuck you. Like, right now. I´ll - I´ll make you feel good too, I promise,” The shakier and breathier his voice sounded the wetter you got. “I promise. I promise. Please. We -we don´t even need to fuck I can – I can – Let me – Just the tip- Anything-” 

“Just the tip?” 

“Yeah,” He eagerly nodded, his eyes so hopeful you could melt. 

“Ok,” You agreed, physically not being able to say no to his pleading eyes.  

“Fuck,” He groaned in surprise, not actually thinking you would agree to it - But since you did, he wasted no time and made quick work of practically ripping your cotton short down your legs in one harsh tug. “Under normal circumstances I would, you know – But, I – right now I – I can´t.” 

“It´s ok,” You assured, afraid he would actually cry if you made him wait another single second with how desperate he was. 

He hooked his finger on the bottom of your panties and pushed them to the side, not even being able to take them out. He stared at your pussy for a moment, his eyes looking even more insane than before at the sight, like he would actually growl at you. 

“Fuck,” Mingi cursed as he went out of the little trance he was in, pushing his sweater pants and boxers down in a rush - once again not even bothering with taking them all out.  

And oh fuck. 

His cock was so hard you could imagine how it actually hurt; it throbbed against the skin of his abdomen without even being touched, looking swollen and angry with all the veins surrounding it - And man were you glad you agreed on just the tip because there was just no way that would fit without a lot of preparation first. Even with how wet you were right now. Who knew? 

Mingi leaned on top of you once again, one arm supporting the weight of his body in between your legs as he gently guided his dick up and down your folds, his eyes closing at the feeling, a violent shiver taking over his thighs and up his spine with a loud groan.  

Like he had absolutely no control over his body, Mingi positioned himself against your entrance, slowly pushing just a little bit in as promised. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” His groans sounded so raw against your ear as he cursed over the initial resistance of your walls, his forehead meeting your neck to try and ground himself. 

You even let a moan out yourself because this was absolute madness, it felt insane. Your whole body was buzzing like you were electrified, your fingers ached to scratch Mingi´s back and pull him all the way in - Damn, those candies were good.  

And you only had one. 

“Y/N, fuck,” Mingi gasped as he started moving his hips in shallow little thrusts so he wouldn´t break your agreement. “Ah - Ah. I can´t think strai - You´re so pretty. Fuck, fuck.” 

His lips met your neck once again, messy kisses full of saliva and teeth as he shuddered on top of you, leaving marks that would soon turn purple. You could feel how tense every single muscle in his body was as he fought against himself to not rut deeper into you every time he moved, and you were biting onto your lip so hard to keep the noises inside that you could taste blood.  

“Thank you, thank you,” You shivered at the way cold air hit your neck when Mingi pulled back a bit to look you in the eye, “Can I go ah- a little deeper, please? Just a little. It feels so good, I need ah- more. Fuck.” 

“Mingi.” 

“Please,” He cried out and you just couldn´t believe the sight in front of you. 

Tall big strong Song Mingi with the deep voice, reduced to a disheveled delirious mess. His ashy blond hair rumpled, his cheeks burning pink and skin glistening with sweat, his pupils huge and shiny and he just looked so disheartened that it was breaking your heart to not let him just use you however he wanted.  

“I need you,” He agonized, his right arm clinging onto your shoulder like you would run away from him if you could, so out of it that he was already pushing deeper into you without even noticing, eyes shut so tightly at the sensation of your walls around him. “Please, please, please, please,” It was like a mantra. 

He was far gone. 

And kind of so were you. 

You whine in pain and raspy moans left Mingi´s soft lips every time he thrust back into you, hitting farther each time, “I´m sorry, baby. I´m sorry. You can take it right? Ah – Just a bit more, I promise. Fuck. I´m almost ah- in. Why do you smell so good? It´s driving me ah – insane.” 

It hurt, it did hurt, but you also didn´t seem to mind that he was practically splitting you open when his voice sounded this pretty apologizing for it. 

The speed and strength of his hips started picking up to match his urgency, his plush lips were open so captivatingly and his weight was now supported by both arms so he could pistol into you. He didn´t have a specific angle or rhythm to it, his moves were strictly instinctual and carnal, your nails finally finding your way down his back to keep yourself anchored to reality. 

“You´re so so so beautiful, fuck. Your lips - can´t stop thinking about them around my ah- cock. Will you show me?”  

You loved how broken his voice sounded. 

“Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.” 

He shuddered once again at your words, “I´m so close.” 

“Me too,” You nodded, still doing your very best to not let noises of pleasure escape past your lips – and kind of failing. 

“Let me hear you,” Mingi growls, managing to somehow snake his hand in between your bodies to start drawing quick circles on your clit. “Please, I love your voice.” 

You wouldn´t be able to hold back even if you wanted to.  

His chaotic rhythm had an appeal of its own, every broken moan that left his mouth drew you closer to the edge until you finally reached it. Your vision went black, nails digging into Mingi´s biceps so harshly you would feel bad for it later, every muscle in your body tightening as it all washed over you in a devastating wave, leaving your body in the form of gasps and breathy moans. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” Mingi cursed at the way your walls were clenching so tightly around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

He wouldn´t slow down and you were still coming down from your high, twitching with the aftershocks as the oversensitivity quickly began to rise, but you decided to ignore it the best you couldand push through it - you could tell Mingi was close anyway with the way his thrusts became even more erratic, and his voice went up with every moan.  

You were mesmerized by his glossy unfocused eyes, the frown on his forehead, so frantic to get what he needed by ramming into you. He looked so pretty like this, you wanted to destroy him-  

Wow. 

Wait. 

Now where did that come from? 

“Shit, I´m gonna- Fuck, fuck.” 

You watched as his whole body froze for a second before violently shaking, his eyes shot so tightly he was probably seeing white as he continued thrusting into you to ride his orgasm to the end as you felt something warm hitting your walls. And his moans, oh his moans – I mean, you were not deaf, you had always been well-aware that Mingi had an attractive voice, but to hear it like this, so raw and relieved, was truly something else. 

Mingi let out one last broken cry as he slowly stopped moving, dropping his weight on top of you to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down against your ribcage as his muscles continued twitching here and there. You took advantage of the moment to get yourself together too, stabilizing your breathing and trying to figure out what the hell just happened as you two went down, but you also kind of expected Mingi to say something or try to joke around a bit to lessen the burden of the fact that the two of you just fucked - and when he didn´t, well, you started getting worried. 

You were mustering up the courage to say something after the two minutes of silence when the last thing you expected to happen, happened.  

Your eyes were blown wide, “Mingi-” 

“I can´t stop, I´m sorry-” He whined, his still rock-solid cock now slowly moving inside of you once again, rutting into you like he had absolutely no control over himself. 

He was still hard? 

Wasn´t this like his third time already? 

His whole body was shaking in overstimulation but he wouldn´t stop grinding into you, “I´m sorry.” 

“Mingi,” You tried pulling away from him thinking that´s what he was asking for. 

“No, don´t. Ah- Need you,” He desperately grabbed onto your thighs and wrapped them around his hips, your chests flushed against each other's as he hid his forehead on your neck to keep fucking deep into you. Literal whines of pain were leaving his lips, it was like he was an animal incapable of rational thoughts, and it was making you feel dizzy. 

“Mingi, love. You´re going to hurt yourself.” 

“No, feels so ah- Just one more,” He moaned, body shuddering. His whines got you clenching involuntarily around him, suddenly realizing you were kind of close to the edge already. “Please.” 

You felt a strong bite on your shoulder disguising a groan, the animalistic act crashed with how smoothly he was sliding in and out of you, but it also showed how deranged he was at the moment. You tightened your thighs around Mingi´s hips and pulled at the hair on his nape, not bothering with trying to cover up your moans anymore. 

Mingi took the action as permission and started gradually moving his hips faster, broken little whines getting louder and more frequent each second until he was once again supported by both his arms and pistoling into you.  

“I can´t - I can´t,” His voice was so shaky, so broken. “I - Please.” 

And then your whole world stopped as you watched the first tear roll down Mingi´s cheek. 

You were mesmerized, you wanted to frame it.  

“It hurts,” He whimpered, another tear falling, followed by another and then another.  

“You´re almost there,” You cooed, deciding to be useful to the poor giant man breaking down on top of you. “Aren´t you? So close.” 

Mingi nodded, blinking harshly to clear his vision which resulted in more tears running down his face. You just couldn´t help supporting your weight onto your elbow so you could lean up and hold his jaw, kissing the salty traces across his cheeks until his face was clean. He immediately started shaking, moans growing whinier and choppier, his thrusts started losing their patterns as he plowed into you like his life depended on it, entering a mental state he never knew existed before. 

His right hand grabbed your thigh with enough force to bruise it badly as he came for what you imagined was the fourth time in an hour, holding you so close that you could feel his cock hitting impossible places deep inside of you. Mingi was breathing so hard you were kind of worried for his well-being but the noises leaving his lips assured you he was feeling pleasure at least as his nose found its place on your neck once again. 

“Feeling better?” You asked once he had calmed down a little. 

“Kind of,” He pushed back to look at you with a low chuckle, his eyes looking a tad bit saner already. “But I also kind of need to eat you out.” 

You felt his dick twitch inside of you at his own words and how the fuck was that even possible? 

A painful whimper left his lips at the slight stimulation, already way past oversensitive, “Please?” 

 He had the nerve to pout. 

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content: DADDY KINK JK!, sub oc (doll, sugar), whiny oc, soft degredation (brat) , eventually a bit of fluff and praise (bc i'm a softie), spanking duh, edging, begging, nipple play, kisses and kissing denial, penetration missionary, cowgirl, creampie

note from cherry: this is so kewwt i love daddy jk sm

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"pleasee why won´t you kiss me!" desperate whines have been leaving your mouth for the past 15 minutes,

Earlier, Jungkook had been working on his laptop, poking his cheek with his tongue and furrowing his brows in concentration, the way he swipes through his messy hair and looks so frustrated only worsening the throbbing between your thighs,

He´s pissed off and that´s enough to want to push his buttons even further, so you dress in your cutest underwear and sit on his lap,

at first, he didn´t respond, not giving into your clear objective to try and capture his attention,

However, when you start pleading in that bratty, needy voice about how hard he is, how you can feel him grow underneath you, jungkook lifts you up, spanking you on the way to the bed

"Because you decided to be a little brat, so you get treated like one" his raspy reply has you rubbing your thighs together for the slightest bit of pleasure,

you try once more, leaning forward to try and press your pillowed lips to his pink ones,

instead, his large palm holds your cheeks in a firm, gentle grip, he scoffs,

"bad little girls don´t get kisses, turn around, ass over my lap, understood?"

the stern tone makes you whimper, nodding obediently

"words"

"understood daddy" your wobbly legs move with a mind of their own, the only goal is to obey him now, taking your awaited punishment with excitement,

once your bare ass is spread over his muscular lap, his restless hands beging squeezing, touching and roaming everywhere,

"count them for me. three each. can you do that for me, my little brat?" it´s not as much of a question, it´s an order that you knew better than to disobey,

your back arches further, hips angling upwards as he lands a harsh slap right on your soft skin,

"one.." you stumble out, immediately being cut off by an even harsher slap,

"two!"

"three! nhm- please!" eyes shut, hips wiggling in his tight grip, you plead for him, the sting in your flesh way too good to ignore,

he´s been silently watching, admiring how your skin turns a pretty shade of red underneath his rough hands, licking over his lips to stop himself from praising you, this is your punishment after all

the wetness becomes increasingly worse, dripping down your inner thighs with the remaining three slaps, finally finished with a deeper aching embedded into your smooth skin

"okay sugar, c´mere" suddenly, the strong arm that was holding you close to his lap lifts you up, supporting your knees as you fall back next to him,

"mhh, please, kiss me now? don´t i deserve it?" the needy look in your round eyes makes him smile softly, pouting in a mocking action

"no sugar, not yet, been such a bratty lil thing, you should beg f´me" his hand finds your hips again, caressing them with need, "can you beg for daddy?"

the bed dips on his sides, your knees setting in on either side of him, sitting down on his boxer covered bulge,

"please daddy, i´m sorry please kiss me? please, please kiss me daddy" upon hearing your whiny voice, he teases you further, sneaking his hands to massage your chest, tugging on your stiff buds with his long fingers,

"yeah? you want me to kiss you doll?"

soft moans stumble out of your lips, slowly grinding your hips on him in a desperate attempt to grand yourself some friction, his continued actions driving you to a mindless state, whining for him in utter need,

"yes please, please daddy please"

smirking, he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hands now supporting your little grind on his bulge, coating his black calvins in your arousal

"like that sugar? or do you want it here..?" his tongue glides over your jaw, taking your smooth hands to tug his boxers down, your hips lift automatically, welcoming the warmth of feeling his heavy cock on your femininity

"no, no please lips, kiss me on the lips pleaseee please" barely audible, he groans, finally granting you a well deserved kiss,

you kiss back sloppily, coating his tongue in your saliva, his mouth is filled with your whimpers,

he pulls back, "bratty little doll, look at you huh? leaking all over herself" by now, he´s guiding his cock in his hand, slapping it against your soaked cunt,

"mhn- all needy, jus´ for you" your hands hold on to his shoulder, hips hovering over his while he aligns himself with your entrance, nodding when it´s your time to sink down on his length

" ´course, this is my needy cunt, my little doll"

you take him, his entire cock, hitting deep inside of you,

"fuck sugar, you´re so fucking tight, tiniest lil´cunt" the sultry tone of his voice makes you dizzy, already feeling way too good to register anything, your hips start moving bouncing down onto him with all your desperation,

"please! oh god- oh fuck" you whine, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, trembling from the tension that´s flowing through your body, jungkook groans into your ear, letting you ride out your frustration

"good girl, feel so good around my cock sugar" his hand moves to the small of your back supporting your steady, restless movements

"wanna cum daddy, please gonna come" your humps become more eager, squeezing your eyes shut, all that pent up need coming to weigh you down, the exhaustion in your hips being the last thing on your mind,

in the split of a second, you´re flipped under him, his hands pushing your thighs up to deepen his thrust harder into you, "oh no doll, you´re not coming yet sweets, not until i tell you to"

your mind slips entirely, holding on to that knot in your stomach with all your need to release, a stream of high pitched whimpers flowing out from beneath your lips,

"sound so good doll, you feel so fucking good" his lips linger just over yours, ghosting over them while he thrust into you steadily, making sure to stroke that spongey spot deep in your slick folds,

you whine, rolling your eyes back,

"please daddy i can´t take it i need it please, please" the words stutter out between moans, failed attempts to hold on to him get countered with his little groans, low and into your soft hair

jungkook smiles at your desperation, presses a deep, heated kiss to your relentless lips, his cock feeling heavy with each glide through your slick walls, one of his hands comes up to play with your chest, rolling your nipple in his fingers,

"yeah? wanna come for me sugar? wanna cream round daddy´s cock like the good lil´girl you are?" he rasps, feeling you clench around him, his hand moving from your chest to grip your cheeks in his hand, making you look at him, his thrust getting messy,

"yes! yes daddy please, wanna come " you´re shaking underneath his heavy strokes, trembling from overstimulation,

"good girl, come for me doll"

he curses under his heavy panting, slowing his hips once feeling your wetness pool around him, your sweet mouth eliciting needy moans,

"gonna fill you so fucking good" he says and releases his all into you, pumping his milky cum inside your cunt, before pulling out and caressing your body, going from your arms to your stomach, to sneaking under to hold your back and draw you in even closer,

you can feel the warm liquid flow out from between your legs, coating your thighs sticky,

he rubs your back, before feeling it drool down to him,

"good girl, my pretty girl.. how are we feelin´ baby?"

you smile, blissed out and exhausted, the intense high still crashing down on you,

his hands spread your legs, humming a satisfied sound at the sight

"tireeed" he chuckles, threading his slender fingers through your hair, little kisses lingering all over the top of your head

"you took your punishment so well f´me didn´t you?"

"mhmm... wanted your attention so much" you giggle, snuggling closer to his sweaty, warm body

"that´s right, what do you want as a reward sugar?" with a small whisper, he asks, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo

"hm.. many apology kisses for not kissing me"

"that´s it? so humble aren´t ya"

his hands pry your head away from his neck, kissing your lips until they become numb.

[slu7formen]

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

just luke discovering he might have a praise kink with you. lord have mercy.

warnings: praise kink, dom!luke, pet names, unprotected p in v (don’t), oral s3x (m receiving)

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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“Ah. Fuck, baby, do that again”

Luke let out another strangled moan when you gagged around his cock, your throat tightening. He couldn’t believe you would do anything he asked you to.

It happened every single time. You would literally say yes to anything, the only thing he was sure you were not gonna agree to, was to having sex with him.

Boy, was he wrong.

Now he had you on your knees in his cabin, gagging around him over and over again until he wanted to ask you to stop, but how could he? Everything about this was heavenly to him; your warm mouth, the tears in the corner of your eyes, your swollen lips, your nails digging into his thighs whenever you felt him too deep inside your mouth, his hand wrapping around your hair in a loose ponytail and push your head further into him.

But this wasn’t about him, as much as he wanted it to be. He had promised to fuck you earlier during a potent training session, a promise you would not let slip from your mouth until it happened. And it didn’t, yet.

And he didn’t know why he said it, he really didn’t know, but the way your eyes lit up as if he was a god you could worship, the way there was a sparkle held in them, so bright yet so appealing. You looked inviting to him, he wanted to eat you alive, but he knew that things had flipped the other way around when he said it. He had just gently asked you to stop sucking him off; that was it. But Gods, what came after…

“There you go” he cooed, gently pushing your head back. “Good girl”

It made your guts spin in a way it never happened before.

Luke didn’t know what got into you. You were suddenly out of breath, your chest pressed against your tight t-shirt suddenly stopping its movements and you just stared at him in awe.

He got scared.

“Are you okay?” he gently asked, attempting to place a stray of your hair behind your ear, but he only reached to cup your jaw before you spoke.

“Call me that again”

He tilted his head, confused.

“What?”

You sighed. “Call me that again” you repeated, voice thick with desperation. “Please?”

Luke hesitated, unsure or what to make of your request. His mind raced with questions, but deep down, he couldn´t deny the thrill that suddenly coursed through his body. He leaned in, elbows resting on his knees, as he raised one of his fingers to trail it down your jaw. “Good girl” he said.

The effect was instantaneous. Your breath hitched, and your eyes fluttered shut at his tender touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

A dark chuckle erupted from him, a mean action. A fucking praise kink, you had to be joking. He didn´t know how to feel about it, mainly because he didn´t expect you to be into this type of stuff. But as he started to dig into his mind; how your cheeks flustered red when someone complimented your skills, how you smiled sweetly whenever people praised your new techniques, or the way you styled your hair, or how good you dressed. He had it all in front of his nose and never saw it.

But he also realized, you didn´t want this from anyone. You wanted it from him; his words, his validation, his encouragement, his approval. You wanted him to tell you how good you were, you wanted him.

He brushed his thumb over your lip. “My beautiful baby” he whispered with desire. “All you want to be is good to me, right?”

You opened your eyes slowly, cheeks flushing red. Your heart raced with excitement when you nodded eagerly, unable to deny the truth on his words. All you wanted was to please him, to be everything he wanted and more. You saw his grin widened when he flickered his eyes into yours, then back to your lips. He leaned in more, brushing his pink and puffy lips against yours.

“You´re so needy for me” he murmured in a seductive tone. “But I like it. I like knowing that what you crave are my words. That you´ll do anything to please me”

Your body hummed in anticipation due to the intensity of his words. You tried to lean further into his touch, you wanted more. Luke´s finger trailed down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Tell me what you want, baby” he whispered.

Your head was spinning, leaving you breathless for a moment. “I want you” you confessed in a tiny voice. “I want you to take me, to show me that I´m yours”

“Show you that you´re mine?” he repeated, the mockery evident in his voice. But your eyes glistened, shining with tiny tears due to the previous work he had put you through, and because of the sudden fear that you might have taken it too far. It wasn´t your fault though, it was what you felt. The need to please Luke in any way you could was always there, always with you, and now that you had the chance to do it, you and only you, you didn´t wanna miss it. So, as you looked up at him in awe, mesmerized by his features and figure, like a god, he pressed his thumb over the tiny bit of mascara that had escaped your eyes, removing it, he said; “I can do that”

And he did.

It was not hard to fall into Luke Castellan´s arms and have the need to stay there forever. He was poison, intoxicating in the best possible way. His scent, his touch, his presence —, everything about him had you under his spell, captivated by his allure, by the need to belong to him completely.

With one hand pressed on the back of your head and the other holding a tight grip on your hip, Luke moved with a primal, almost animalistic intensity that left you gasping for air in between the pillows. He sent waves through your body with each thrust, along with a tight feeling on your belly every time the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot.

And his words never seemed to stop.

“You´re doing so good, doll. Behaving like the good little girl you are” he murmured under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

He had gotten rid of your clothes long ago, after giving you the most intense orgasm thanks to his skilled tongue and fingers, now the only piece of clothing covering your body being your panties, messily pulled to the side, growing damp at scratching Luke´s cock with every snap of his hips.

He was growing his praise to you unconsciously, he had to close his eyes many times to prevent himself from exploding into you. You were just so fucking beautiful, he could just cum due to the sight of you; your hair messily flying over your sweaty back, your hands gripping the sheets, the way your flesh squished together when you squirmed or when his hand would grip tighter.

He had to let you know, eventually. “This fucking body is a crime, baby” he cooed. “It´s so perfect. You´re perfect, taking my cock so fucking well”

Luke´s words sent a cold jolt through your body, electrifying every nerve and sending you further into ecstasy. You felt his words dripping down your spine, flames burning like the intense desire in between you two.

“God, Luke” you managed to choke out. “Don´t stop, please”

He responded with a low growl, his movements becoming more urgent as he began to chase down his own release. Your cunt tightened around him more every time, gripping on his cock inside you in a wet and warm embrace that dripped down your thighs. Each thrust was more intense than the last, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

As your bodies moved In perfect synchrony, the room filled with the sound of skin to skin, punctuated by the symphony of your moans and Luke´s ragged breaths.

“I can´t hold back much longer” Luke confessed, his voice strained with effort. “You feel too damn good”

You clung to him desperately, nails digging into the flesh of one of his thighs as you urged him on. And then, with a final, desperate cry, you tumbled over the edge, body twitching momentarily. Luke followed close behind, his own climax crashing over him like a wave, and inside you.

As your pleasure subsided, you collapsed into each other´s arms, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths as you lay there, bodies still sweaty and shaky due to the aftershock of such an electric moment.

You laughed then, a hand covering your face. “What?” Luke asked, a confused smile painted on his face.

“Nothing” you shrugged off, turning your neck towards him, a shy smile in your mouth. “You´re too good at this”

[syntheticavenger]

Mr. March - Two

So the teaser has now turned into something else. Thank you for the ones who have enjoyed this story, I hope you like this next part!

Alpha! Bucky Barnes x Omega! Female Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language and that's about it.

Summary | Making fun of a friend for his new found fame is one thing, falling for a rule following librarian while balancing his own rise of attention is another.

Dinner for one never really bothers you.

Usually treating yourself to one indulgent night a week, you’ve almost forgotten the feel of the curious and sometimes sad stares, as if you were possibly stood up on a date. You’re free to order a bottle of wine and dessert, without any snide comments, paying your own check before you’re well on your way back home.

Tonight though, between the clink of wine glasses and utensils on expensive plates, you feel it – a weird sort of curiosity if this is sustainable. If you’re able to continue this narrative you’ve drawn out for yourself, having solo dinner dates and getting home by eighty on the dot, enough for you to unwind before bed, before you have to wake up to a new day of responsibility.

A slight push of the half empty wine glass and you’re ready to go, your dinner paid for and the looks of other patrons now fading from your purview, shrugging on your coat and checking your phone for the time.

You’ve ignored the last two texts from Janet, who sent you a picture of the books on hold, asking about why you’ve held books for Mr. March.

Mr. March.

You’ve seen the calendar that Janet had purchased at the beginning of the year, hidden in her desk because hanging it up would be a scandal. How a charity calendar got so famous is beyond you, dodging it every first of the month because people have never seen a good-looking man wearing next to nothing before. You didn’t need to purchase it. Why would you? What a waste of money that you could be spending on something else.

Like the houseplant that is barely hanging on by a thread that you seem to forget to water until you’re at work, silently cursing that you forgot, only to set a reminder on your phone that you silence when you stay at work too long.

You remember now, padding down the hallway of your apartment once you kick off your heels, picking up the plant to inspect it.

“Please don’t wither away and die,” you whisper to it, hoping it will take your impassioned plea to heart and thrive.

Maybe you’re not just talking to your plant.

-

“Why didn’ t you tell me he was here?”

Under the harsh white light of her office, Janet gives a pout, her voice in a near whimper when she asks the question. She sighs dramatically, leaning back in her chair while she pulls up a picture of James – Bucky – half his face obscured with a camera as he lies shirtless and in a pair of jeans with two buttons undone, his sculpted physique on display.

Impressive for people who are into that sort of beefcake lust. She even bought you one for your birthday that you had slipped to another co-worker. 

“You know, I loved Mr. December but there’s something about a former military man,” Janet continues, placing her phone back on the desk. “I’ve met him a few times, you know.”

“Mr. December?” you ask, wondering why she asked to see you in her office so quickly the minute you had walked in.

Clearly, judging by the way Janet moves back and forth in her chair, waiting for you to give her a play by play of your interaction with him, this isn’t any sort of serious business by your standard.

“No, silly. Mr. March. He was with Mr. July when they were signing calendars. Hotter in person and he comes to the library a lot.”

“Ah.”

There’s not much else you can say, Janet continuing on with her quick meet and greet. You like having her as a boss most of the time. She’s damn good at her job when she wants to be and makes long days bearable because she watches reality television and can recite pop culture facts when you need a distraction.

“So he’s coming back today,” Janet asks, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. “Did he tell you what time?”

“No.”

You know why she’s invested but it still makes no sense as to why she’s asking. For all it’s worth, she can give him the books – as long as he’s made good on his word to bring the other one back.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t give him the books.”

“It’s policy,” you protest, frowning at her response. “In section twenty-four, it states -”

Janet waves her hand in the air to brush away the rest of your statement.

“I know what it says. It’s a guideline, sort of. I guess it worked out in our favor, since he agreed to come back. Damn it,” Janet says with a disappointed sigh. “I wish I was an Omega. Leave it to my Beta parents to birth yet another Beta.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a Beta. Trust me,” you counter, seeing her shrug. If anything, it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest, seeing her straighten her posture when her office phone rings.

It rarely does and that’s your cue to leave, getting up as she answers it nervously, grasping the receiver while mouthing that she’ll continue the conversation later. It’s a reprieve that you take, closing the door behind you and exhaling a breath.

-

“Next in line?” you ask, breaking away from cataloging a new set of books that arrived. Your co-worker Lily is on her break, leaving you to man the desk.

The sound of a book plopped onto the counter gets your attention, peeling your attention away from the monitor to see him again, straightening your shoulders at the sight of the missing book in front of you.

He raises an eyebrow at you, his scent hitting your nose before you clear your throat. You aren’t going to be swayed by some Alpha, no matter how good he may look or smell.

“Library card?” you ask.

He hands it to you without hesitation, swiping the card through the reader before scanning the book back in. 

“Thank you for bringing back the book, Mr. Barnes.”

“Thank you for keeping your word and holding my books for me.”

You know he can see them on the counter, taking the book and dropping it in the bin.

“We had an agreement,” you remind him, turning to get the books from the counter. When you lift the sticky note, he clears his throat.

“What name did you use to hold them?”

Pausing, you don’t answer, wondering why he would ask such a question.

“The name you told me.”

“Really?” he questions. “James or Bucky?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does in case I accidentally hold onto a book for another three years. Someone else could come in here and request my books I place on hold. Or rather, that you place on hold. What if you aren’t here? Someone could give my books away.”

“I would place it under any name you choose.”

“Then what was the name you put?”

Like a dog after a bone, you think, saying nothing in response to him, placing the books onto the counter without the note that is crumpled into your closed fist.

“Barnes,” you lie, keeping a straight face as he looks disappointed.

“That’s very formal.”

“This is a library,” you recite, scanning the books one by one. “And I also would write down your library card number so they could look it up.”

“You did that this time too?”

Your back stiffens at his inquiry.

“No.”

“Why not?

“Because I’m here today,” you explain to him slowly, like you would with someone understanding this for the first time.

“Fair. I mean, I do like the individual service.”

You clear your throat, pushing the books over to him.

“Individual service is something we strive for at the library. Books are due within thirty days of today’s date. As you remember from our last conversation, you will be unable to borrow any books if these are not returned in a timely manner.”

He nods in understanding, still watching you before you frown.

“Did you need anything else? You have your books,” you remind him.

“No, I guess not. Sorry, I…” he trails off. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry that I didn’t return the book I borrowed in a timely manner and I really appreciate the grace you’ve given me to hold the books I can’t wait to read.”

For a moment, you relax at his soft tone. Alphas scare you – always have – but this one showing you a little grace gives you a slight hesitation of whether or not you can allow this proverbial olive branch.

“You picked some great choices,” you compliment, seeing the hint of a smile on his lips. “And it was my pleasure.”

There’s a sound of a table squeaking loudly, two children shouting over what appears to be a teddy bear that the library allows for reading in groups, sending you on high alert to check on them.

“Sorry, I need to see what’s going on,” you murmur, moving away from the desk and toward the commotion, your co-worker rushing toward the deafening screams, passing you by.

You slow your steps when the meltdown is solved – another teddy bear to the rescue as everyone quiets down.

“Hey, you dropped this,” he says behind you, leaning down to pick up the crumpled sticky note as the horror of what he will see sinks in.

“I can take it,” you say quickly, Bucky reading the note before he smiles right in your face.

“You’re a good liar,” he says with a nod, handing you the note that you take from his hand. Embarrassment floods your entire being, your face hot with anxiety when he nods.

“I guess that’s my claim to fame. Wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who has one of those calendars though. Janet on the other hand…”

“I don’t,” you snap, shoving the note into the pocket of your skirt. “It was a little inside joke.”

“For who?”

“I have to go on break,” you rush out, head down as you head toward the back of the library. “Have a good day, Mr. Barnes.”

“I will,” he says behind you, his voice full of amusement. “You too.”

-

Two bags of take out are on the kitchen counter, Steve giving a sheepish smile at his roommate.

“I know, I know. It’s my turn to make dinner but I got caught up with -”

“The Omega in 7C?” Bucky asks, picking at the plastic ties of the bag, his mouth watering at the scent of what Steve bought for dinner. 

“It’s not like that,” Steve refutes with a shake of his head. “She’s… you know that apartment is run down. She won’t move because she said she gets a discount on her rent and…” 

Steve trails off, noticing Bucky looking at him with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Steve continues, Bucky doling out their dinner onto two paper plates. “She’s just a nice girl who happens to have a… not great apartment.”

“Steve, you know it’s okay if you like her. I think she likes you too.”

That does it, Steve’s cheeks burning bright when he digs into his dinner.

“It’s not like that, Buck.”

“I didn’t say it was. Attraction is attraction.”

“It’s our designation,” Steve points out. “It’s natural, pretty textbook.”

“Yeah? Then why did you stomp around the house the other day when 7A insulted her?”

“Because Peter Quill is a complete asshole. Can you believe he mentioned wanting to help her through her heat? Who says that to a complete stranger? He’s also a complete idiot, by the way,” Steve fumes, taking an angry bite of his dinner, chewing quickly as Bucky nods and waits for him to finish. “He put dishwashing liquid into his dishwasher and wanted to know why there were suds everywhere, he called me Super Maintenance Bro and I am not his bro, Bucky, there is no way he should even be allowed near 7C, let alone any Omega.”

Steve lets out a short exhale, shaking his head in disbelief when Bucky decides to poke around.

“She has you,” Bucky points out, Steve not replying as he eats. “You told me you made sure she locked her door because she always forgets. If you didn’t care about her, you wouldn’t do that. Nor would she send you pizza or whatever the hell else she gives us when you fix something of hers. And it’s always your favorite comfort foods, Steve.”

“We’re just tenants and I happen to be the maintenance man.”

Bucky snorts in response, Steve rolling his eyes.

“And what about you? Two trips to the library in two days? That’s unusual,” Steve quips. “Who is she?”

“Who is who?”

Steve gives Bucky a deadpan stare, Bucky picking around his plate with his fork.

“You came home with three new books today and I haven’t seen you smile that much since you got your new job. What gives?”

“Just like reading.”

“Uh huh,” Steve agrees sarcastically. “I wonder if there’s a new librarian there. Or maybe you’ve let your guard down and decided to give Janet a chance.”

Bucky does laugh then, Steve breaking into a smile as they fall into a comfortable silence.

He’s not ready to talk about you yet. Mostly because there’s nothing to talk about in this current moment and there’s nothing else he can say without Steve getting more ammunition to tease him.

Truthfully, he half expected you to back down when he was asking you questions but you kept up with him. For a moment, while Steve launches into a story about work and his co-worker Scott, he zones out thinking of the slight nose scrunch you gave him when you were displeased with his questions, the wide-eyed gaze of surprise when he picked up the paper that you had dropped.

A napkin hits him square in the forehead, breaking his concentration.

“What was that for?”

“Daydreaming about the library,” Steve replies with a sly smile. “Looks like I’m not the only one with someone on their mind, am I?”

Bucky looks down at his empty plate and shrugs, knowing that Steve probably won't buy his next line.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

[skiiyoomin]

ʚCont: none, just tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral

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a/n this is just a short little drabble i made cause Kiri has been on my mind all morning thanks to the most adorable fanart i saw 🥹

If anybody asked Kirishima what one of his favorite moments with you is, he´d say it´s the little domestic routine the both of you created.

It didn´t take much to convince him that splashing water on his face and spraying 10 kilos of Axe deodorant wasn´t an actual skincare routine. Then again, he always gives in to you and to him your word is the law. If his pretty partner said he needed a real skincare routine, then that´s what he needed, no questions asked. But...what does he even have to do? He has no clue what each product is for, what order it goes in, he´s watched you do this millions of times, why can´t he remember? is-

"Baby, sit down please"

Your honey sweet voice snapped him out of his stupor, and obediently as always, he sat down on the vanity chair. His eyes were wide open and following your every move as you grabbed the countless bottles of god knows what. Whatever nerves he felt immediately eased away when you turned to him with that giddy smile on your face he loved so much. Oh how down bad he was for you.

You placed a beauty band on his head, pushing back his red hair that you loved running your hands through, though he´s sure he loved it more than you did. His eyes fluttered close when you began applying the products, your hands patting his skin gently.

He felt the liquidy coolness of the serums, and the hydrating feeling of the lotions and creams. He lost track of time, had it been 10 minutes? 5 minutes? Well, either way, he didn´t want that moment to end. The feeling of your soft hands touching his face in the softest manners made him feel like he could drop fast asleep right then and there.

The sound of your giggle made his eyes open once more, a sweet smile tugging at his lips. "What´s so funny sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hands on your waist and instinctively pulling you close.

You giggle once more, your own hands finding purchase on his jaw and tilting his head up. He looked up at you like you were his whole world, and you couldn´t help but feel your heart swelling with adoration for him. Your body answered before your mind could even think as your head tilting down to kiss his soft lips. He was always fully convinced your lips were an addiction, because when you began to pull away, he quickly leaned up chasing after your lips. A few more pecks afterwards, you fully pulled away and smiled down at him with the softest look in your eyes.

"I just think you´re cute"

Is it normal to feel so giddy inside? Well, he doesn´t really care.

"Me? Cute? You got that wrong, you´re the cute one"

He says teasingly whilst tickling your sides. You squeal and try to pull away from his touch, but alas, all those hours at the gym weren´t for nothing. The joyous sound of your laugh made Kirishima feel like he was in heaven, a laugh errupting from his own throat.

"No! You´re cute!"

You scream out between laughs and squeals. His strong arms engulf around you and pick you up with ease, carrying you over his shoulder. He spins around until you screech. "Put me down put me down!"

He gently sets you back down on your feet and cackles at the way your air looked like it went through a tornado and the way your cheeks were flushed. He leans down to press kiss after to kiss to the soft skin of your face, murmuring in between "You gonna admit you´re cuter? Or you wanna be a sack of potatoes again"

You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his skin on yours. And as prideful as you were, you in fact did not want to be slinged around like that again. "Fine fine"

"Good" He says, pulling away and giving you some space. Wrong move, because in that small space, you quickly ran off while waving your crossed fingers around "I lied!"

It didn´t take long for him to snap out of it and quickly chase after you. Oh you were so going to pay for that.

Yup, these were definetly his favorite moments with you.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XX)

XX. I want it

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your adventure in DC continues.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, mentions of domestic violence, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, implied intercourse, blueballzzzz (we are not getting any yet, sorry), WARNING, scenario were suicide was commited (implied by situation and walkers), talks about periods, A FIST/KNIFE/AX fight!, hopefully entertaining! someone being shot, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright, the mission is heating up! I’m super pumped with this story that I have been neglecting all my others, AND… I might be writing another part of “The course of Nature” because I got too inspired. ANYWAYS a thing that wasn’t even in my plans is getting more chapters then I even expected! like WHAT? I got so inspired!

“I’m really sorry”, you whispered, as you accommodated your head on Daryl’s chest. You had found refuge in an office building near the smithsonian, you were excited to see the city center tomorrow, but still, you found refuge before sunset. Rosita and Abraham were a couple of offices down, but you could still… hear them. You had eaten the food you had brought from Alexandria, still not finding anything in that category to take back home. But the office building was empty except for a couple of walkers on the first floor.

“You said that”, he said, caressing your shoulders and back softly.

“I meant it”, you whispered. You felt extremely guilty for lying to him

“I said its fine”

“I don’t want to break your trust”, you said

“Ya’ didn’”, he whispered into your temple, “I pushed ya”, he said, “I wanted to keep ya safe, lockin’ you up in there”

“I get why you did it”, you said softly, “but you had been avoiding spending time with me alone”

“I know”, he mumbled

“I thought you were regretting kissing me that day and… I wanted to go away a few days so we could have some perspective on things”

“No need no perspective”, he said with a chuckle, “I wanna be with ya”, you let out a breathy chuckle, relieved.

“Oh good! I wanna be with you too”, you said, squeezing his torso with your arms, and cuddling more into him. 

“I remember all thing ya said to me”, he whispered, “that I deserve to be loved, and cared for, and that I belong with y’all”

“Good”, you said, feeling happy tears, a tingling in your nose. You pressed a kiss against his clothed chest. He placed his fingers on your chin, raising your head so he could kiss you slowly, gently, passionately.

This was going too fast, you believed, you were questioning yourself a lot, but… fuck it, the world has gone to shit, and everytime you said goodbye to someone, might be the last. Daryl wanted to be with you, you wanted to be with him, and that was all that mattered, you only had today, you couldn’t take tomorrow for granted.

You moaned softly into the kiss, as you took your hand behind his head, and caressed his soft locks. 

Was this it?

He grunted into the kiss, grabbing into you tighter, his big hands touching your back, and your sides, not letting them wander to more interesting places. Your hand sneaked through the open buttons of his shirt, finding his skin so warm, it was soft, but it had ridges, scars you’d guess. 

You were so warm yourself, especially in your lower abdomen. Daryl could turn you on with just looking at you, or talking, or just… standing there. It was a bit embarrassing really… 

You wanted him so bad…you unbuttoned the third one of his shirt… to feel more of him. 

“Wait”, he said, and you stopped in a second, you looked at him with curious eyes

“What’s wrong?”, you asked him

“Not ‘ere”, he said softly, caressing your cheek with his hand, “home”, you only smiled and kissed his cheek

“Alright”, you whispered, “sorry, I got carried away”, you admitted, 

“Besides, I think Eugene is watchin”

“That little creep”, you laughed. 

“Sorry”, you heard from behind the door.

“Sleep”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll watch”

“Promise you’ll wake me to relieve you?”

“Sure”, he said, you were accommodated by his side, allowing him free movement but close enough that you could feel him. You felt a bit of uncomfortable wet panties… but well… you couldn’t do anything right now.

You understood it, he wanted to be home, safe, it was a bit reckless to do it here, like… well… like Abraham and Rosita. Especially if it was going to be the first time of the two of you. It had to be special.

. . .

“We should… send someone”, murmured Rick, watching his clock

“You said 96 hours”, said Michonne, “they still have little less than 72 to go”, she giggled

“I shouldn’t have let them go, and Eugene is missing”, he said, looking at the road from the highpoint in the gates. 

“He is with them for sure”, she said, she looked at Rick with a raised eyebrow, “you really underestimate her”, she asked him, entertained, “you realize she killed two men the second night we ever met her?”

“That was circunstancial”, he said, shaking his head. 

“She lived alone out there for months”, Michonne said, “they will be fine, if anything, Rosita and her will keep Daryl and Abraham safe”, she said with a laugh, grabbing his shoulder, “we have bigger concerns now”, she murmured. Rick frowned.

“I never thought I’d found a huge canyon filled with walkers”, he said

“Maybe they find something good in DC”, muttered Michonne

“What? a nuclear weapon?”, mocked Rick

“Let’s wait for them”, she said, “until we figure out what to do”, she muttered.

. . .

“Wow”, you murmured, it was quite impressive, and surreal, the huge monument to Abraham Lincoln. That severe-looking man sitting there, looking down at you. 

The building had been kept mostly intact, some graffiti here and there, but mostly intact. 

“Let's keep moving”, you said to the team, this was an indulgence, and so far in your trip you haven’t managed to secure any of the five items. 1.Intel, 2.Medicine, 3.Weapons, 4. foods, 5.Clothes and others.

You looked like tourists as you passed by the White House, this did look like it had received some damage, as you started to see remnants of the military all over the park that led from the Lincoln Memorial to the Capitol itself. 

So far the mission has been going well, but… you needed something to show for it. So you were going to the CDC, it was insanely close, at least in the map. 

But you didn’t even to get out of the truck, the place was completely destroyed, it looked like it exploded

“Just like the one in Atlanta”, muttered Daryl, who was not impressed. He expected this to happen. 

He had his doubts about this mission, he came along first and foremost to make sure you were safe. He thought this was a huge waste of time, he knew the probabilities of the CDC being destroyed, and he didn’t understand the importance of ridiculous papers that nothing could do for you right now. But again, something might come out of this trip.

“We went to the CDC in Atlanta”, he said, “ a couple of months after everything went to shit, there was only one guy there”, you stopped the car to listen to him. “he was done, lost comms to everybody else, said they gave up”, he mumbled, “these buildings blow themselves up when something goes wrong”. That made complete sense. 

“Well, we tried”, you said, putting the truck in motion again

So you continued to the next item in your list, a huge shopping mall. You needed to get at least a couple of decent meds to make the trip worth it. Or at least some clothes… or canned goods.

You got the truck all into the parking lot underground. A couple of dozen walkers were roaming around, coming rushing to where you were driving through. Abraham got ready to jump out of the car, instead you stopped him. 

“Hold on tight”, you announced, as you hit the accelerator, coming straight for them, and then you turned quickly, turning the truck around and sweeping a bunch of them. Luckily all your people were inside the truck, and you managed to incapacitate a dozen at least of the walkers. 

“Badass”, muttered Rosita

“Thank you! I love driving!”, you said cheerfully, and now you jumped out of the car to end the rest, and finish off the ones who laid broken on the floor. 

The underground entrance was all closed up with shopping carts, chairs and clothing department stores accessories, for the dead, it was impossible to sort out, but not for you -living people-, you climbed over pretty easily. 

Clearly people had been holding up in here, so you tried to not get your hopes up, as you came across the supermarket. Some walkers grunted towards you, but only three, Daryl took one as you took another and Abraham shot the last one. The shot rang through the store, you heard some other grunts from afar, but nothing mayor.

There were some things missing in the hallways, but the canned aisle still had much to show for it, to your relief.

“Let’s go to the shopping part of the mall”, you commanded, we pass by on the way back to the truck”, you commanded.

You sneaked a peak at them, and they seemed pleased and happy, and you therefore were happy and relieved. Eugene walked a few steps back, looking at everything with doubting eyes.

You were relaxed now, you had food, somewhat assured, you were going to be great, you were going to be great…

You heard more grunts, but as you walked towards the open space of the shopping mall, the one with all the mechanical stairs, you found… what happened to all of those who had been cupped up in here. They had ended themselves by jumping off the higher floor, they were seven of them. 

“Heads up”, you called, with your ax, you started pounding a metal SALE sign. It resounded everywhere, but no grunts or others could be heard near.

“Looks like we are in the clear”, muttered Abraham. 

“Now it's the time to split”, you called, “Rosita, girl’s shopping trip, guys, you know what to do, we meet here in two hours”, you said.

“Yes boss”, you didn’t want to micro-manage, so you let them decide the minor details of their safety concerns, as Rosita smiled at you.

“Let’s start at the top and go down from there”, you said happily. You found the stairs and climbed swiftly to the fifth floor. 

Daryl watched you leave with a frown, and then looked at Abraham and Eugene.

“Let’s start here, meet the girls in the middle”, he said

“Yes Boss”, said Abraham, entertained.

They started on the first floor, going through the different stores, not many useful things, Abraham took the time to end the walks that were smashed on the floor, and Daryl thanked him, he couldn’t stand the grunting sometimes. 

They entered a clothing store, mostly fashionable things that couldn’t be too useful, but they grabbed some shirts.

Eugene begged them to stop by an electronic store, so they mounted guard as he went inside, mumbling something about radios and signals.

Just across the hall, stood a jewelry store, one of the fancy ones.  Abraham walked towards it, and Daryl, thinking he was onto something, followed him.

“Ever thinkin’ about settling down?”, Abraham asked him. Looking at the rings trough the shopwindow, Daryl just looked back at him, a month ago, he would have said, fuck no, that nothing is settled, and it kept being true, everytime they thought they were doing alright something else happened… but, against all odds, he immediately thought of you

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile. Abraham smiled at the archer

“As you should!”, he said, pointing with a finger. “That one’s a firecracker, why don’t you make an honest woman out of her, uh?”

“Is not good timin”, he whispered against the glass. It was insane, he knew you since so little ago, and yet, you had lived together so many things… you had connected in a way that was insanely different from anything he had felt before…

“I don’t know if you noticed son, but the whole damn world came crashing down on our goddam asses, when the hell is going to be a good time?”, he asked, “we make it”, he said, he broke the glass in front of him, where the most luxurious rings were. “I’m taking one for my missus”, he said gingerly. 

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?”, you asked, pointing, Rosita followed your sight and smiled

“YES IT IS!”, A completely untouched underwear store.

“The girls are gonna love us”, you said with a big smile.

“The boys too”, she teased, as you cracked the window and managed to open the door. 

You grabbed everything made of cotton or seamless, as it was the most comfortable, in all sizes so anybody could take them 

“You should grab a special one for Daryl, if you know what I mean”, muttered Rosita with a wink

“I don’t think he is into this sort of thing”, you said, looking at the most… intricate pieces. “You should grab some for Abraham”, you teased back

“I already did”, she mocked back. You kept looking through the store, you took some bras too, you had spent some really uncomfortable weeks out there, especially when the wire in your bra tried to stab you in the heart, you couldn’t even trust your underwear… 

“I feel like shit for even looking at this stuff”, Rosita murmured, the store also sold perfumes and creams and other objects of more of an… intimate nature, “we should be scouting for medicine or food”, she said, and you were not gonna lie, that was on your mind too.

“I’m done feeling guilty for enjoying the little things”, you said with a soft smile. “we should enjoy them while we can”, you took some candles, a body lotion for massages, and a perfume. “After all the rot, we deserve something nice”, you said. “at least, that smells nice”, you said, and she nodded grabbing some things for her too, those were going into your personal bag.

Alongside a set you liked…

Then, right across, there was a pharmacy

“See? back on track!”, you said. You raided the shit out of it. As you had grabbed a cute looking bag from the intimate store, and you filled it to the brim with medicine. 

You grabbed hygiene products for the ladies. 

“Grab those”, said Rosita, pointing at some tampons. 

“Haven’t gotten mine since like a year”, you mumbled. referring to your monthly bloods

“Me just last week, but before that, months”, she muttered. “Well, nutrition and…well… stress has a BIG role”. she said, and you just nodded, grabbing some alcohol 

You grabbed some condoms too, just in case. And you grabbed everything you could get your hands on, but you were being smart, you grabbed antibiotics, antiallergics, and all the generals.

This was a gold mine, it was so strange to find things that haven’t been raided, and you were so relieved, because your mission was becoming a success. But you didn’t want to claim victory yet.

The situation was getting heavy, so you started packing everything.

First mistake in your mission, you should have gotten another vehicle before getting all the goods. With Eugene in on it you hardly believed you could fit half of it, you will need to hijack something soon.

You kept searching through the upper levels of the mall, scavenging, in the sports store you got some good comfortable first layers of clothes. And then, in a corner of the third floor, you found a little gold mine

“Oh!”, you pointed at Rosita, a Japanese Store, which sells all types of candy and… instant ramen, “those could go a long way on runs!”, you said quickly, she nodded, they tools pace, but they were very light, so it was worth a shot.

“I’ll go check the store in front for some thick jackets”, she said with a soft smile, and you nodded, if you could find a box, you were golden.

You entered the store and you couldn’t believe it, they had your favorite flavor! roasted pork. You found a  box in the back and started grabbing ramens with both hands full. Your favorite flavor, because it was rare and you were the scavenger so…

Scavenger’s choosing

You had already filled a box with them, taking them out of the shelf, when you saw movement in the corner of your eye. You turned quickly, hand in your holster. 

As you did a 180 degree turn, you came face to face with a huge silhouette, a mask was hiding the identity of what you could assume was a guy. SO close, you wondered how the fuck he manage to sneak up so close to you without noticing

“Hey!”, you managed to say, you grabbed your gun in a quick movement, dropping the ramen in your other hand. It was a mere second, he moved so quickly, it was extremely odd for someone of his size. He kicked your gun out of your hand. and then he turned and slapped you across the face. 

You were barely processing what was going on, you were going to grab your ax then, but he put his closed fist in front of his mouth and blew. A red dust came flying into your face. And you immediately started coughing 

“Sriracha!?”, you screamed, as your eyes started burning, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”, your eyes burned like hell, preventing you from seeing how he grabbed you, and threw you against piles of boxes. You let out a short scream as you felt how bland food inside those packages turned to mush under your weight. Oh now you were angry. 

The man was running towards the door of the store, in your anger, you threw yourself at him, grabbing him by what looked like a military jacket, you couldn’t quite see yet. You grabbed on what you could, like a freaking koala, as you started throwing hands in the hallway, not letting him get away. 

“HEY!”, you heard Rosita scream. She ran towards you like a spitfire, she dropped to the floor in a second, sweeping him off of his feet, making drop to the floor and you with him. You managed to hold onto him to subdue him. Rosita threw herself at him, but he kicked her far, making her slide over the slippery tile floor. He grabbed you from your jacket, dropped you to the floor as easy as you were some rag doll, and then let his fist drop to your sternum, stealing all of your air.

“Motherfucker!”, you cursed.

“Come at me!”, Rosita called, and you both witnessed how this dude ninja jumped himself from the floor in a single movement, making you drop your mouth to the floor. 

Rosita squared out to him, inviting him to a fist fight, you managed to regain your breath, standing from the floor behind him.

You grabbed your ax, Rosita grabbed a knife, and this guy grabbed fuckin nunchuks that were hanging from his belt

“What the fuck?”, you whispered to yourself. You triangled with him, he was with his back to the glass railing that led to the emptiness five floor down

You wanted to communicate with Rosita, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him for a second, this guy was like ninja.

Rosita attacked him first, she was a fine wielder of the hunting knife, but this guy was again, a freakin’ ninja! He managed to perform some sort of a Chuck Norris’ roundhouse kick, making Rosita lose the knife as quickly as she wielded it. Then, he pushed her so hard she broke an entire shop window of a crystal shop

You threw your ax at him, but he quickly evaded it, it flew through the air, and dropped five stories down. Why would you do that? Well, you didn’t think you were gonna miss…

He was looking at you, you were looking at him, both standing still. But you had one more weapon on you. You grabbed the knife. You were no expert in hand to hand combat, but you threw yourself at him nonetheless…

You tried to stab him, grabbing the knife like a stabber in a slasher movie, playing with it, as he blocked you one hand, you dropped the knife to grab it with your other, you almost caught him, but he was so quick, like a freaking cat. 

Let’s just say, he kicked your ass. 

You didn’t even want to see the bruises that were going to be left on your skin after he hit you with the nunchucks. You just felt yourself losing your footing, falling against the window railing that cracked under the pressure. An immense feeling of dread/vertigo filled you when you realized. He grabbed you by the neck, making your back bend in an incredible angle, your head on the very cliff. He wasn’t choking you, he just wanted to push you, his masked face over you. You tried to grab his neck back, but he was wearing a field military uniform, and a thick mask, you could squeeze him, and you could remove his mask either. It wasn’t even a costume or anything, it was like a black ops thing, something you’d see in a war video game.

You heard your name being called from below, you tried to see the guys down there, but you got incredibly light headed 

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!”, Rosita commanded, and you did.

Then Rosita appeared behind him, breaking a freaking crystal base on his head. you felt the pieces dropping on your face and falling over. He released you, stumbling backwards. Rosita grabbed your jacket and pulled you towards her in a single movement, saving you from the cliff. 

Now that this person was stumbling a bit stunned by the hit. You and Rosita threw yourself at him, full on sprinting, you pushed him, the three of you falling into the crystal shop. Glass breaking everywhere, a noise that could draw walkers from ten blocks away. the three of you stood up in the middle of the chaos, this was personal, this guy tried to throw you over a railing.

You grabbed the next big thing that you could, it was a glass sculpture of a cat, Michonne would have loved it, and you threw it at him with all your might. 

He evaded it, turning towards you, grabbing you and throwing against a 4-shelf rack filled with crystal knick knacks. 

You were amazed nobody was bleeding, as you destroyed every single thing in that store, throwing punches against the stranger. IT WAS HIS TURN TO END UP UNDER A SHELF, as you grabbed one that was behind him as he fought with Rosita and you threw it over him 

“Where’s your gun!?”, she asked, as you could catch your breaths for a second as he tried to pull himself from under the wooden shelf.

“Somewhere in the ramen store”, you whined, you were hurting all over, but nothing was broken or bleeding, so you guessed you were fine.  

You placed yourself on Rosita’s side, and both raised your fists, preparing for like… the fifth assault, as he still fought against the shelf. This man broke through the shelf like it was made of paper, and threw himself at you in a desperate attempt. He pushed you both through the showindow, falling into the hallway again. This time, the wind had been knocked out of you both, you stood up whoever you could, helping each other. But he had other plans…

He pushed past you, grabbed the box filled with roasted pork ribs ramen, and ran away so quickly that for a fraction of a second you believed you had hallucinated the whole thing. 

“Pendejo!”, cursed Rosita, helping you up

“What’s that guy’s problem?”, you asked, wiping the pieces of glass off your clothes. 

Abraham and Daryl appeared in the hallway, running

“Ya alright?”, asked Daryl, appearing with his crossbow up, checking the both of you, “who the hell was that!?”, he dropped his weapon, and he grabbed your chin softly, to watch your face, making you look at him, “Are ya alright?”, he whispered

“He kicked our asses”, you whined, now feeling the bruises you were NOT going to look at. 

“We got some good licks in him”, said Rosita, smiling widely. You fistbump her. Now that you both had survived it, you could actually laugh about it. This wack job just wanted some ramen

“The ninja left the building”, said Eugene, appearing through the emergency stairs, he looked positively traumatized. 

“Your ax almost took his head off”, said Daryl with a concerned whisper.

And it was true! It took everything you had to retrieve your ax from where it had landed, nailing itself deep on the tile and the cement underneath. This was some good ass ax. 

You grabbed everything you had scavenged and gathered everything on the first floor. You had so many things now you didn't know what to do with them, especially when you got to a store that sold a lot of denim. 

You scavenged all the stores in that damn mall, that you spent the night, -a very comfortable night- in the bed and mattress section in a huge departmental store. 

You searched for some privacy, you tapped and shaked everything in you, and still small pieces of glass kept dropping from your person. 

When you moved, you could feel them, bruises on your sides, your ribs, he got some hits in your arms… you were “lucky” it had been so close to him, he didn’t manage to get some really good punches in, not enough space to gain traction for the hits. 

You grabbed some ointment from the pharmacy, placing yourself in front of a mirror.

You could barely raise your right arm, now the adrenaline had passed. Daryl appeared through the mirror, behind you

“Let me help you”, he said softly. you nodded. You didn’t had the energy to concern yourself with small things, you just stripped from your jacket and your shirt, leaving yourself only in a sports bra.

He hissed when he saw them, you did too. 

“Bastard got you good”, he whispered, you hissed when the cool ointment couched the skin of your side, but he was gentle and kind, an amazing feat with those big hands of his. “are you sure ya alright?”, he whispered. You barely nodded

“Yes, we got off easy, that dude was like a freakin’ ninja”, you whined. 

“Dude attacked you both for some ramen?”, he asked, almost chuckling

“I can relate”, you said with a chuckle, “after all I fought him off for those, they are really good”, you laughed, he chuckled. being done with applying the soothing cream, he dropped a kiss to your naked shoulder, you turned around to meet him. looking at his beautiful eyes. “Thank you”

“You’r surreal”, he whispered with a soft smile. You felt your cheek heated, your vision got a bit blurry with happy tears and you laughed nervously

“I’m very real Daryl Dixon”, you said, a bit embarrassed. He kissed you softly, considering you had just gotten the beatin’ of your life. 

You slept cuddled in the bed next to the rest of the group, so no funny business, but it was sweet, as you felt him next to you, as he couldn’t touch you much due to your bruises. 

And in the morning, you hit the hardware store. 

“Is that transparent tarp?”, you asked Abraham, he looked at it, checking it

“Yep, thick and uncut”, he said, winking at you. You chuckled.

“I want it”, you said, “I saw Reg’s plans for a greenhouse, and that’s how we do it”. You should have made a list, because you were grabbing things randomly. 

“Yes ma’am”, he said.

“Found a siphon, to get gas out of cars!”, said Rosita from two aisled over

“We’ll take it!”, Daryla actually found arrows for his crossbow. 

“How are we going to take all these things?”, asked Rosita, as you had gathered a good pile of things you needed. 

“Good question”, you mumbled

“I can go out there”, mumbled Daryl, “get a car”

“Not alone”, you said quickly, looking at him, he nodded. “we gather all the things, go for a vehicle outside later”

And that’s what you did. 

It was already midday on the third day. Being inside the mall made you forget about the outside for a while, but the sun was shining and you felt optimistic. You were not concerned for the military ninja, you were five, or at least, four fighting bodes and he was one, so you decided to just let him go, it was better if you never saw him again

That ramen-stealing bastard. 

You stepped onto the streets, they were still pretty clear but with a bunch of trash in it, weird, as it was the only one, the others were pretty cleared….

You were near Constitution street, one of the most popular ones… the centric one…

“We need to get a big ass vehicle”, said Abraham, as he stepped into the street.

it all happened in a second, in one he was there and in the next, he was on the floor, being dragged by a cable. You all jumped like springs into action, Rosita and you tried to grab his arms, as he was being dragged through the streets.

The sound of a whirring, a mechanical pulley or something was pulling him, it was a trap.

The thing stopped on the other side of the street, and it was tangled good around his ankle

“Abraham!”, called Rosita, he was moving rapidly.

“IT'S A TRAP!”, he screamed, enraged from the floor.

Daryl grabbed your ax you passed him and snapped the metal cable

“TAKE COVER!”, you commanded, and Daryl and Rosita helped Abraham jump towards the closest building, away from enemy eyes.

Immediately they lowered in the lobby of an office building, to check his injury

“It’s fine”, he grunted

“Stay alert!”, you commanded, grabbing your gun, “we need that rifle Rosita”, she pointed and through the scope. 

Eugene checked the wound as Daryl helped him get out of the metallic tangle on his ankle.

“I’m fine!”, he said, freeing himself, his ankle was fine, not broken, it didn’t even break his skin.

“I don’t see anyone”, said Rosita, still pointing and checking the building in the other side of the street

“Could be an ol’ trap”, muttered Daryl. You took a long breath. From one moment to the next, everybody was looking at you.

“Are you alright to keep moving?”, you asked Abraham

“Yes Ma’am”, he said quickly

“Alright, we need to find and hijack a vehicle, a big vehicle, we move through the lobbies of the buildings, away from the open until we see one”, you said assertively 

And that’s what you did

With a trembling Eugene you almost ran down the street, from lobby to lobby, trying to gain more terrain as you progressed, but again, there were no more signs of anybody, no walkers, no snipers, no military ninjas, no anything.

You all stopped in a building in front of a huge esplanade, where more rests of the military stood, and there, sitting gingerly, a huge jeep

“I want it”, you said, the four of them looked at you, and you pointed right ahead, at the military vehicle. 

Was it a Hummer? It looked like a special edition Hummer, but bigger.

“That thing consumes more gas than…”, started Abraham. 

“And I want that too”, you said, pointing at a huge wagon, with tall railings made of thin metal tubes, it could be able to transport things, animals, or even people who misbehaves, stood in the other side of the esplanade, “We are going to fill it up with all the things we are going to bring home, and then carry it with that thing”

“That would be a High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle”, muttered Eugene, “or HUMVEE for short”

“I don’t care what it's called, it's cool, and I want it”, you said with a wide smile. 

“Yes ma’am”, said Abraham with a smile on his face, adjusting his gun ready to shoot at whatever might come at you.

“We go first, you cover our asses”, you muttered to Rosita and Daryl, you looked at Abraham, who just nodded at you

You both walked together towards the vehicle, you must have looked badass.

“This vehicle can work anywhere, anyhow, the wheels don’t get flat, and they can work with different fuels, this vehicle will work like a charm for us, especially if we connect the wagon”, he said excitedly as you were, and you felt weirdly validated.

“Great, that is what we need”, you said happily

He wasted no time in opening the front, where the engine was, to check it

“Light it up!”, said Abraham as you discovered the vehicle was indeed open. You sat behind the wheel and started it. It ran like a charm, almost too good to be true, the tank was a bit empty, but you could siphon out of any cars around, really. You had enough to get somewhere. At least back to the shopping mall

Once it was running, Daryl, Rosita and Eugene came, all with weapons in the air. You looked around, you were surrounded by two big buildings, one right next to you, and the other on the other side of the esplanade.

A battle had been fought here, there were bodies… or rather… skeletons in some places, rests of bullets, a small fight… and on the other side of the long esplanade, that must have been a plaza or some sorts, was another big vehicle that you recognized immediately due to the shape of the back

“IS THAT A WATER TANKER?”, you asked excitedly, looking at the big truck ahead 

“Let me guess…”, mumbled Daryl

“I WANT IT!”, you all said in unison. You had a big smile

“With it, we can have water wherever, or gas, or anything!”, you said excitedly, “we NEED it”, you said with a smile. “We could fill wells! we could take water to whomever needs it! we could…!”

“We get the picture”, said Rosita with a wide smile.

“This is like Christmas”, you said excitedly. 

“I’ll attach the HUMVEE to the wagon”, said Abraham

“I’ll help him”, said Eugene.

“I’ll go check it out”, said Rosita

“We’ll cover”, you assured her, looking at Daryl. 

It was open, just like the HUMVEE, inside there was a corpse, blood splattered over the copilot’s window. Daryl took it out as Rosita opened the front to check the engine.

“You know how to drive this thing?”, Daryl asked. 

“I can drive tractors, once a friend taught me how to drive a truck, but I forgot a bit”, you mumbled, “but how hard can it be, right?”, you asked joyfully, “I’ll check it around”, you said, there was a metal stair welded to the side, so you climbed to the top, to check if there were holes in it, or if it was clean at least. 

It was clean. You looked around and you couldn't believe it, this city was almost untouched, maybe a couple of herds formed and left the city, but this was great, you could come back…

“Looks like if we can hijack it, we can take it!”, said Rosita, “looks good!”

“That’s great!”, you said with a wide smile. This was actually great. You could breathe more easily, this was going great, you were going to be set for months! the whole of Alexandria, you were pulling your weight! you were…!

A shot rang through the air at the same time you felt a lightning bolt hitting your shoulder from side to side. You actually felt like your arm had detached, or rather, had been ripped from your body. 

You heard your name being called but your body, your mind, had been gripped tightly by adrenaline, as you didn’t even feel when you landed on the street below. The impact throwing you out of the top of the truck

You had been shot

ACN: I think this must have been one of my favorite chapters to write! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writting it! jeje

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⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡Sweet makeouts w/ Enha｡˚☽˚｡⋆

note: hey guys this is my first reaction. I hope you guys like it! it took me a while cuz I was a bit sick plus my computer turned off and it didn´t save anything. But now here it is! this reaction is kinda inspired by "Sweet Venom"

Warnings: fluff, suggestive, and lap sitting. pls lmk if I missed anything

paring: Reader+Idol enha

Words:669

⚝⋆.˚✮Lee Heeseung✮˚.⋆⚝

WAIST GRIPPER HERE!​

He starts his kisses slowly and as he goes on, he speeds up.​

If your lips end up sore, expect him to baby you for at least a week and a half "Sweets, I bought you Vaseline and lip balm!".​

And if you try you try to do anything for yourself you´ll have Bambi explaining why you have to let him do everything. "No, I can do this for you"​

While kissing you he wouldn´t like you to move so he would hold your hips down.​

Hee is a sucker for hickeys, just the thought of you marking him with a few hickeys makes him go carry.​

*ੈ♡⸝Park Jay⸝🪐༘⋆

Gentle and sweet, but so addicting. 

I feel like he would make out with/ you while being in the kitchen. 

Jay cooking while you are sitting on the kitchen counter, and he says “Now we need to wait 5 minutes for the food to be ready, so what do you want to do while the food is getting ready, princess?” 

"I want to kiss you," you say "ok," he says while taking off his glasses

So, he gets close to you and starts kissing you. 

One hand is on your back and the other hand is on the back of your head. 

He´s the quiet one, concentrated on you. 

⋆｡‧˚ʚSim Jakeɞ˚‧｡⋆

COPS WAIST GRABBER RIGHT HERE! 

So passionate about it. 

Wants you to sit on his lap. 

Looks for friction with his hands on your body like his life dependes on it. 

he forgets that you need air and will not let go until you tap or push him away. 

And when he pulls away, he says while breathing heavily “Sorry Babygirl” “Is that your lips are so addicting”  

And less than 2 seconds later you find his lips right on top of yours again. 

જ⁀➴ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָPark Sunghoon་༘࿐

Waist holder! 

Hoon would be more chill about making out than the other members. 

Hoonie loves to hear you laugh so he would do anything to make you laugh 

100% gives you little praises while little breaks. 

“Baby you smell so good” or “Baby I want to feel you more, come sit in my lap” 

Chuckles at you blushing.

loves touching you or just being with you.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆Kim Sunoo⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

You would be hugging him and then a quick peck would grow bigger into a makeout session. 

You two would giggle, laugh, and chuckle for no reason. 

If it is in a public space, people around you two would get jealous. 

He would act as if you were the most fragile thing on earth, he would be so gentle you just want to fall into his arms. 

His smell is so addicting that you just want to be in his arms 24/7. 

He would say reassuring words like “You're so pretty” or “I love you soooo much” and then give you a big smooch. 

ᰔ༘⋆🌷Yang Jungwon₊˚ෆೀ

You two are watching a movie and you give him a cheek kiss. 

He blushes, not understanding the unexpected reaction. 

Then he starts kissing you. 

Your hands wrap around his neck taking it slow but sooo sweet. 

The kiss is not long but it´s enjoyable, after the kiss is over, he gives you a few pecks around your face like your forehead, nose, and cheeks. 

and he would say things like "You know how much I love you right?" or "You´re so cute I could kiss you all day if you let me"

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡Nishimura Niki𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.ִ ࣪𖤐

He would be playing on his computer, and he calls you over, so you sit in his lap. 

He says, “Angel I feel tired can you please kiss me?” while pouting 

You can´t resist him so you do as he wants

The kiss is deep but slow. 

His hands are wrapped around your torso, and yours are around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. 

Niki loves you and this is the way he shows it because he´s still new to relationships he feels a little embarrassed telling you he loves you. 

But he does more than you can think.

note: all of the pictures on this post aren't mine so credit to the owners

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[riacte]

Big Terracotta and the "Let's overthrow Rendog" storyline

My knee jerk reaction to Ren saying they would be making minigames to fight over the permits because they wanted the plot to progress was "oh no NOT again". I initially thought of the minigames in the King Ren arc finale but I suppose it's also similar to the Mycelium War finale. I love minigames, but it's like another Ren vs Scar plot, which might very well (but not necessarily) extend into Neighbourhood vs Mountain plot (and I guess the Redditors will cry about a "civil war" because they've been anticipating it since the season began).

First of all: Big T is basically Ministry rebranded. It doesn't contain everyone from the Neighbourhood, but it's inherently linked. From what I remember of that stream from months ago, Ren's idea was for the Neighbourhood (at the time the Ministers) to band together and sell terracotta. To me, the Neighbourhood feels like it's become a conglomerate of its own: they live next to each other, they collab together, build farms and minigames together, and they have storylines together. The Ministry storyline pretty obviously formed the basis and set the tone. False's rivers permeate through the entire neighbourhood. They have a meeting spot and maps and roads and villager set ups and the bank of Iskall. It's not just "people conveniently live close to each other"— it's "people whose individual storylines intertwine". We got invested in the Ministry storyline. The minister roles felt fairly early season to me, so no surprise that it ended. Now we get Big T, which seems like an optimistic look forward with the idea of a "permanent" branded group because it's about selling a highly wanted commodity.

But what if it's not.... permanent? What if Short-T gets the permits? What then? Another rebrand? I have absolutely no doubts that the Neighbourhood, broadly speaking, will continue to hang out as a neighbourhood. At least until they run out of space / ideas in there. So it's not like they'll stop interacting if Big T ceases to become a thing, but that's exactly what it is— Big T gives them something to do. A common storyline. A collab opportunity.

Back to the Ministry storyline. It's a typical "Rendog seizes power" arc that we've seen before, prominently in S9 King Ren arc. But the thing is, it kind of fails at sculpting Ren as this awful leader who needs to be overthrown. (Partially due to Cleo's mic not working when they suggested overthrowing Ren, and there were also talks of people doing a coup, but in the end Ren decided to take the matters in his own hands.) Ren tries to be incompetent and bossy but they all end up indulging him. Because, despite everything, Ren is good at bringing people together, both in and outside of the game. He organises stream weekends (the others were thanking Ren on his shift during the last stream weekend, a while ago on another stream weekend Scar made Ren tear up with his heartfelt words). He "annoys" people into following him, and then he gets scared of the power, "annoys" people into overthrowing him, and BOOM Rendog kickstarts another plotline by playing the villain (again. And again).

(Arguably, Third Life also kinda followed this formula. I had a feeling Ren was trying to make the Red King unlikable by barging into people's houses and demanding them join the Red Army, and Martyn did "claim" he had "planned" to "betray Ren" from day one (looking at the camera with knowing but non-judgmental stare) but didn't do it.)

Point is, Ren has the personal charisma and thick enough skin to start groups and wrangle people into joining them. He's silly and the hermits love him, so they kind of bemusedly smile and let Ren drag them along. That's his first way of uniting people. Ren's second way of uniting people is by playing the villain, which he often employs and tries pushing it into this direction. In the Ministry plotline, the first way worked, but nobody cared enough to overthrow Ren (lol) so the second way didn't work that well.

... And I feel like Ren doesn't trust himself to play the role of a good leader. He has to be evil. Because he likes dramatics and being publicly humiliated (side glance) and killed. And also because he doesn't like playing the role of a good leader despite having clear visions of infrastructure / change he wants to achieve (S10 roads, S9 Hermit Quests). If anyone's dreaming big about community storylines and banding together to work on something, it's Ren.

So my fear for the Big T storyline is that Ren will seize power again and turn evil so they can overthrow him and Ren volunteers to be the villain for plot progression. I like seeing Ren being in the leader role. But to see him be overthrown again feels a little sad considering what they all went through so far. I don't want more self sabotage. I don't want Ren to go "yeah it's fine you can have it". I don't want Big T to lose the permits and disband. Obviously Big T isn't just Ren, but Ren is the main guy who does story and roleplay.

Good news: Big T contains competitive people who will no doubt enjoy defeating Scar and Bdubs. Bad news: those are the exact same type of people who like trapping Ren in pits. Even if Big T as a whole pulls through, I hope Ren doesn't do something stupid on purpose to set himself up. I want the power of friendship and neighbourhood solidarity to win. It's such a good overarching storyline and content.

[marvelstars]

The fact fandom sees Obi-Wan as an uwu baby at 25 years old while also considering that Anakin should have got his feelings over his mother together at 9 show how bad it can get when we infantilize the characters to suit our vision of them imo.

At 25 Obi-Wan was a grown young adult when he started taking care of Anakin, in fact many people in real life marry and have children at that age, in light of that his hurt feelings and jealousy over Qui-Gon asking him to be knighted, which is supposed to be a good thing, a recognition of his skills, so he could take care of Anakin, show Qui-Gon was right in that Obi-Wan still had some maduration to go but that he was ready to be a Jedi Knight.

ObiWan defeating Maul sealed the deal for the council but it also presents a very problematic precedent, it wasn´t his emotional maturity and wiseness the thing that made Obi-Wan a knight but his dueling skills in his combat with Maul after his master was killed.

In Anakin´s case at 9 he was old to be introduced to the Jedi because he isn´t 4 or 5 but he is very young to be made a padawan, they usually start at 13 or 14 like Ahsoka did. So given Obi-Wan wish to train him to make a reality Qui-Gon´s dying wish, Anakin was made a padawan sooner than when he was supposed to be one, not because he was a kind child who worried about others and wanted to make a lasting change in the galaxy for the slaves, he was made a padawan because of his power potential and the Jedi Order didn´t try to make adecuations to the fact he was old enough to remember seeing slaves being blow up by their masters and the fact his mother was still a slave and in constant danger of this happening to her as well. Nothing of this was addressed with Anakin, he was told in no uncertain terms that his responsibility and compromise with the Jedi Order, which he made at 9, didn´t involve him thinking about his mother or seeing her ever again. Anakin obeyed this dictate until his mother was tortured killed and he had his first fall to the dark side by taking revenge on the tuskens for the murder of his mother.

Later at 19 he is made a Knight not because he had shown a grown in his control over the force or his own feelings but because he was an able soldier with leadership skills which served him well to survive a war in which the majority of the padawans of his generation were killed , at 20 he was made a Jedi master for Ahsoka during war time, he was responsible of teaching her how to be a Jedi while also making sure she didn´t die while also taking care of his troops and giving victories to the Republic all of which he did, even when his padawan was expelled, even when his men were killed for knowing too much like in Fives case and at 23 he was a general and one of the leading Jedi in the war, married to Padme with a child on the way, so Anakin was two years younger than Obi-Wan was when he was still a padawan and meet Anakin for the first time. Anakin fell to the darkside and became Vader when he was 23 years old, two years younger than padawan Obi-Wan.

So If I use the age argument it wasn´t Obi-Wan the one who got pushed into a situation he could not have managed on his own for his age but Anakin definitely was, because of his particular power and skills even if the popular take is that Obi-Wan was a baby at 25 taking care of an ungrateful, unstable almost teenager Anakin as a 9 year old, for many fans Anakin never was a child but he was, the fact he didn´t had an actual childhood is another thing.

But well if we take this in consideration then it makes all the sense in the world Yoda choose to let Anakin´s twins grow up with their families, train Luke when he was an adult and not make him a Knight at 23 if he didn´t deal with his inner conflict over his father but it was Luke´s choice of not wanting to fight or kill his father but rather ask him to come back to him, to the person he used to be, the thing that made the difference. Anakin came back to save his child from his master, himself and the Empire, he gave up his life to give Luke and Luke´s dreams a chance.

So while age certainly is a factor it isn´t everything when it´s about a character grow and choices imo.

[multiverseofstrangeness]

Daemon Targaryen x whore!OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys! I tried my first smut ff. I hope it worked as I wanted it. So please enjoy this one. Don´t be so rude it was my first time writing this kind of content. If it is bad: I am so sorry. But I hope ya enjoy it. Have a great night/evening/day.

House of the Dragon Spoiler!

Warnings: Smut (18+), rude language, fluff

Words: 984

His view flowed over those three girls. One of them was tall, the other was small but had big breasts, and the last didn´t know what to do. She stood there and looked down at the floor. He smiled.

"My Lord you have to choose."

He looked at the man behind the girls. He was the man who owned the brothel.

"Let me see."

He walked around those girls. All of them were perfect. He knew when he took the first two, he would have fun as always. He knew the last one was new in the business. He knew that would be somehow different if he takes her.

"I chose the last one."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? She doesn´t have any experience."

He nodded and waved so the others left, and the owner curtsied and left. The girl swallowed. She got sold by her dad because they didn´t have enough money. It was her first time with a man in a room, and she was completely naked.

"You shouldn´t be scared I won´t hurt you. It is your first time isn´t it?"

She nodded.

"Let's talk a little to warm up. You can put your dress on if you want."

So she did. He sat down on the mattress and pointed next to him. She sat down and looked at the floor. He lifted her chin.

"When you wanna attract someone, you should look them in the eyes."

She looked up. He was stunned by the blue of her eyes. They sparkled in the light of the sun. He smiled.

"I will ask you a few questions and you just have to answer. Alright: Where are you from?"

"The north My Prince."

"Great, but please stop calling me My Prince it won´t erect anyone. Next Question: What is your name, Sweetheart?"

"Isabella."

"What a beautiful name."

As he said that he leaned back and watched her looking at him. He smiled and she smiled shyly back.

"Why are you here?"

"My father sold me. After the death of my mother, we didn´t have enough money. All the money I get, I have to send to him."

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was the right choice.

"So let me teach some simple things about that what will happen next. First: look me in the eyes no matter how ugly I am. Secondly: Touch me and don´t be shy. Men like it to be touched in certain areas. Third: If you are ready with a man, go to the toilet you won´t like to be pregnant, then your father won´t get money anymore. The last one: Remember all the time: Most things are just played by you. So you just play that you get an orgasm. But if that is real, don´t be so loud."

With the last sentence, she started to smile.

"Good that´s a beginning."

He touched her shoulder and massaged it slowly. She breathed in.

"Don´t worry, Darling. I know what I am about to do. If something happens and doesn´t suit you, say something, and I´ll stop, Alright?"

She nodded. He leaned forward to her and moved her face in his direction. His lips were parted, and she looked him in the eyes.

His Lips met hers. She felt how soft they were. She could feel one hand on her cheek and another on her waist. Her left hand slightly moved into his short hair. She never felt hair that was softer than his. He smiled and brushed one hand over her cheek. He slowly pushed her down. The soft cushions in her back got her back to reality. She felt his hand traveling down her body. She felt his cold hand meet one of her Legs.

"Tell me, honey, are you still a Virgin?"

She nodded, and he sighed. His right hand brushed a strain of hair of hers out of her face. She smiled and stroke over his cheek.

"You are too innocent to be a whore."

She blushed. He pressed his lips once again on hers. She felt the desire grow in her stomach and how his kisses got faster and with more passion. She felt his right hand on her inner thigh and sighed into his mouth. He used the moment and let his tongue slip into her mouth. As he touched her neck, she winced.

"Darling, I think if just found your soft spot."

He smiled and snuggled into her neck and started to kiss it. She sighed once again. He smiled.

"If you allow this step: I would like to put down your dress."

She looked at him. As he saw the insecurity in her eyes, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

"My dear, I already saw your body, and believe me, it is the most beautiful thing I´ve ever seen."

She smiled and opened the knot of her dress. He helped her to slip it down. She felt his cold hands on her back and got goosebumps.

As he freed her breasts, he smiled and lightly touched them.

"My dear you got beautiful breasts."

She laughed at this comment. He cupped her breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt under his touch how her nipples hardened. He put his mouth over one of them. She moaned as he stroked, at the same time over her inner thigh.

"That´s what I wanna hear."

She pulled him to her lips and kissed him with such urgency that he was stunned.

"I think you are ready now. Don´t worry it just hurts for a second, then you will feel like heaven."

He leaned his forehead against hers. Before he put his cock in front of her entrance he said:

"After this, you´ll be mine."

And he moved into her. She never felt better. It was like heaven. He was right this was heaven.

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@simbaaas-stuff

[thecoolerliauditore]

Ngl, I hated pirates smp, it felt so rigid and boring, but even though im a bit wary, i m excited for rats 2. Rats 1 had this cozy and creative vibe, and such a fun setting, and i feel that type of smps is what pow is good at. We got so many fun moments, fun builds, and the lore was well used and while it was scripted, it was often carried by the players and didn´t feel as suffocating. The rats setting REALLY worked in its favour. Pirates on the other hand... Idk everything just felt so forced. There were some ccs that made it far better by focusing in interactions versus the plot (I remember Oli´s streams were a blast), or doing some very cool side projects (Martyn´s newspaper or Ros´ crazy castle for example. gosh i do hope Ros is in rats 2, she was the mvp of pirates), but the necessity for a story really pushed all of that stuff (the kind of stuff that made rats great) into the background, and I say that as someone who actually really likes lore, and doesn´t usually mind when it´s scripted. I also feel like dividing the players into factions really backfired, bc it killed the vibe of community rats had. The npcs were BORING. Finally, i m sorry, as a certified fan of stories featuring pirates, the set wasn´t being used correctly, there s so many cool ways of using that prompt and they just didn´t know how. Idk, I just hope rats 2 doesn´t follow that same pattern of thinking lore is everything that makes an smp good, when it´s only one of several (and not precisely the most important), and brings back the vibes. I am actually hopeful and excited, but we can only wait and see

At some point I need to join tumblr staff just to implement a feature where I can outsource asks to that megabuild guy specifically before I have to admit I actively dislike empires, rats and pirates. Good news about Ros though!

I think most ppl posting about rats 2 rn are in a similar boat in that they enjoyed rats 1 and feel uneasy about the second season cus of the nothingburger with a side of straight man represented as such that was pirates as well as POW being POW.

me being a hater (like. actually) below

I don't like posting about pirates because it breaks my blog rule for myself to not post about anything I full-on dislike and have no love for whatsoever but it really is kind of fascinating how they managed to mess up pretty much everything. the m in this smp stands for mid. You're so right about the pirates setting thing I could swear by like. the second day half the cast had completely forgotten they were supposed to be pirates (partially to blame I think is the fact that they really didn't have anything pirate-y to do).

Their conception of pirates seems to be more akin to a kids halloween costume than historical fantasy. I will always find it funny how scott once again sets up a character with very clear thematic relevance (classism and parental abuse, in this case) and didn't do anything with it and instead kept talking about his brother and expecting me to feel bad for him or whatever. I'm not surprised at all considering Scott has shown in the past he can't differentiate plot and themes it's just that a pirate story without the societal commentary or the moral greyness may as well be about any other group of motherfuckers on a boat. cruise ship smp. Fucking that squid was the most interesting thing Scott's character did and it wasn't even ""canon"".

I also watched a handful of Martyn's streams at the time and the newspaper thing was actually pretty cool but I also kinda?? felt bad for him?? He spends ages online talking to no one. There was this one stream where he spent the entire time doing parkour courses and trying to find where an npc disappeared to. I'm not saying that he was actively excluded or whatever it just felt really sad to watch him pretty much wander aimlessly for hours and discuss c!martyn headcanons with chat with no actual plot to go with those headcanons. I can't even say no one gaf about his oc cus people DID give a fuck about pirate martyn only for him to have nothing to do in the smp except be pansexual and lie. His vendetta against the urchin thing was funny but the start of it was during an event where there were way too many people in the same place all trying to make the loudest funniest quip and it felt like a mess to watch.

I think it's hilarious that scarian tops the ao3 tag for pirates considering grian isn't in it but also like. I kind of get it when Scar's character had the most sense of intrigue and actual pirate vibes to him (despite him only playing for like 2 streams LMAO). That plus the fact that the rest of the cast minus the two who were involved in horrors at the time had a fucking surburban hell homeowner association style list of lawn care expectations on what you could do with them in your fanart/fic like wtf else are people supposed to write about.

And that's not even getting into like. why this sucked in the first place i.e. like you mentioned the weird chatbot NPCs, the weird faction system that discouraged interaction, the "canon" and "non-canon" streams etc I don't really care about any of the other CCs involved if I'm totally honest (I don't count Cleo cus she didn't really. Do anything. May as well have not been on there) so I can't comment further but. yeah

Also this is very petty of me but the skins are sooooo ugly. Gone is the fun in each skin reflecting the players specific personality and taste aesthetics and all. Idk how they managed to make minecraft skins feel like they have same face syndrome but they did it. We're gonna take the thing that gives the players their own self-expression and usually makes your first impression of the character as the viewer and drench it all in sweet and sour sauce and an instagram filter until you can barely tell who's supposed to be who. At least they were smart enough to keep their hands off of Scar's smirk I would've rioted.

[slu7formen]

luke castellan x fem!reader

Luke has been making fun of your ‘unnecessarily absurd beauty routine’ —as he liked to call it— for the past week, so, you decide to drown him in it, just to see how much he can handle.

warnings: just a single use of the word b1tch, fluff at the end <3, little use of yn

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

₊˚⊹♡

i. the eyebrows

“Ow, ow, ow! That hurt!”

“No it didn´t!”

“Yes, it did!”

“Shut up and hold still”

“Ow! You´re pinching my skin, you bitch!”

“That was fully on porpuse”

A chorus of laughter erupted from the nearby bunk beds. Most of the boys, Luke´s half-siblings, gathered around you both, enjoying the show, eyes gleaming with mischief as they witnessed their usually stoic and confident counselor reduced to a whiny mess. Luke´s head was leaning on your thighs as you plugged his eyebrows with some dangerously sharp tweezers.

“See, that´s what you get for making fun of a girl” Travis Stoll, the elder of the Stoll brothers, joined in, a smirk on his lips. "We all warned you about messing with her” he pointed towards you.

“Shut up, Travis!” Luke spat.

You enjoyed the way his face was turning red, from embarrasment and because he was trying so hard to hold back his tears.

“You know, Luke” you started, plugging on another thin hair which earned you a little curse whispered from his lips. “You can always just, give up on the bet”

You found yourself enjoying the sight immensely. The perfect Hermes´ cabin counselor who'd spent the past week mocking your beauty routine,– here he was, sprawled across your lap, a prisoner of your tweezers.

“There´s no way in hell I´m letting you beat me that easily" he declared, though his voice lacked its usual conviction.

You couldn't help but smirk. The bet had been born out of sheer frustration. For the past week, Luke had been relentless in his teasing about your beauty regimen. He'd mocked the meticulous way you cared for your eyebrows, the endless battle against unwanted body hair, the whining about the occasional pimples even when you spent a good twenty minutes locked in the bathroom cleaning your skin. He'd called you high-maintenance, a slave to societal expectations, and everything in between.

Finally, you'd snapped. "Alright, Castellan" you'd declared, eyes blazing. "How about a little bet? If you can handle a full day of 'girl stuff,' I'll clean your cabin for a week"

The look of surprise on Luke's face had been priceless. He'd scoffed, of course, overconfident and utterly clueless about the sheer torture involved in waxing, tweezing, and mud masks. But fueled by his arrogance, he'd readily agreed.

Now, here you were, watching him squirm on your lap like a fish, a testament to his underestimation of the situation. A wave of satisfaction washed over you. It wasn't just about winning the bet, though that was certainly a perk. It was about showing him, in a slightly sadistic way, that there was more to "girl stuff" than he thought. It was about proving that self-care wasn't about vanity, but about feeling confident and comfortable in your own skin.

“As you wish, little baby”

Chris suddenly appeard in your vision, the satisfaction on his face plagged as if he was enjoying this more than you did. “You know, yn” he called out, you momentarily stopped, accidentally giving Luke a break. “Luke has a little hair situation going on under his arms”

“What!?” Luke blurted out. His siblings laughed again.

“He does?” you asked Chris, looking down at Luke and patting his head like a little kid.

“Oh, yeah” Chris smirked. “Maybe that could be the next step, don´t you think?”

“I´m gonna-” Luke tried to get up from his bed, hands reaching out towards Chris. He took a step back just as you grabbed Luke by his shoulders and pushed him down again towards your lap.

“I´m not done with you yet, tough guy. But Chris´ right. Get your hairy armpits ready”

ii. the waxing

You pulled out a box of waxing stripes. Luke, oblivious to the impending torture, was too engrossed in examining his newly sculpted eyebrows in the hand mirror you'd provided. A satisfied smirk played on your lips. The eyebrows looked fantastic – perfectly groomed without being overly feminine. Because yes, he asked you to keep them as close to their natural shape as possible.

“Shirt off” you declared.

His head whipped towards you, eyes wide with horror and disbelief. His half-brothers, mirrored his action, erupting in a chorus of whistles and catcalls.

"Excuse you?" he sputtered, h is voice a touch higher than usual.

"Damn," Connor drawled to you. "at least ask the guy out first"

You rolled your eyes. Luke shot him a withering glare, but beneath the bluster, you could see a flicker of nervousness.

You held up the waxing strips. “It´s time for your armpits, champion” you announced with a playful lilt in your voice. You began rubbing the strips together to warm the wax.

He whined, pulling his camp t-shirt over his head, revealing his well-toned torso, and throwing it over a nearby bunk. You stole a glance at his body for a microsecond, a slight red blush coloring your cheeks. His brothers were quick to start a echo of whistles.

He flopped down heavily on the bed, one arm raised awkwardly above his head. To your surprise, there wasn't as much hair as you'd anticipated. But that didn't diminish the sheer terror radiating from him. You stifled a laugh. "Relax, Luke" you said, your voice gentler now. "The tenser you are, the worse it'll be."

His brothers leaned in closer, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. You carefully pressed the strip against his skin, smoothing it down with the practiced ease. He held his breath, his entire body tensing in anticipation.

You inhaled sharply yourself, then you ripped the strip off in one swift motion. Luke let out a yelp that would have made a banshee proud. His face contorted in pain, and his free hand clenched into a fist. His brothers erupted in laughter, their amusement fueled by his pain.

"Alright, alright" you said, trying to sound sympathetic despite the laughter bubbling in your throat. "Deep breaths, Luke. If you don´t relax, it´s gonna hurt more"

He glared at you, his voice laced with a hint of betrayal. "Easy for you to say."

Ignoring his grumbling, you ripped off another strip. A chorus of gasps filled the room, and Luke let out another yelp, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

"See?" you said, holding up the strip adorned with a few stray hairs. "Not so bad, right?"

He wanted to murder you.

"Don't you use anesthesia for this?" he wheezed after a particularly harsh pull on his other armpit, his eyes watering slightly.

“We´re not babies, Luke” you replied, shaking your head. "Just good old-fashioned grit and determination. Besides, you wouldn't want to miss out on the full 'girl stuff' experience, would you?"

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity —at least for Luke—, you finished. His armpits were as smooth as a baby´s butt. His brothers, unable to resist themselves, reached out and slapped the freshly waxed skin, earning them a swift kick each from a now-furious Luke.

iii. the skincare

"Skincare? Seriously?" Luke asked, sitting down on your bed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You all went to your cabin to continue his so claimed ‘girl´s day´. You would´ve paid to take a picture of your sisters´ faces when they saw you walk in with a bunch of boys following you behind.

“Just lay down, princess” you declared “I´ll bring my stuff”

He leaned back against the your pushy pillows, getting comfortable.

“First time on a girl´s bed?” Chris asked, earning a few laughs from his siblings.

“Shut up” Luke spat.

You came back with your washbag, full of different products that nearly gave Luke a heart attack. You had to assure him that this time, this wasn´t gonna hurt. At least not the first part, but you kept it a secret.

"Alright, beautiful” you teased. “Let’s get started. First thing’s first. “Cleansing”

You dipped a soft washcloth in warm water and began gently wiping away the dirt and sweat from his face. Luke closed his eyes, a look of unexpected serenity washing over his features. You noticed him get loose under your touch, a slight smile playing on his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest in a gesture of surprising compliance.

“Wow” he said. “This is actually quite nice”

"See?" you said softly. "This isn't so bad"

He opened one eye, a playful glint mirroring your own. "Not bad at all" he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice “Guys, you should try this."

The Hermes´ cabin boys leaned in closer, their usual boisterousness replaced by a quiet attentiveness. They watched as your fingers moved with a practiced ease, cleansing Luke's skin with a tenderness they hadn't seen before. They saw you take some cleanser, and rub it softly against Luke´s skin.

They all exchanged glances, a new kind of curiosity flickering in their eyes. Usually, the sight of anyone touching Luke, let alone his face, would have elicited a barrage of teasing. But seeing you, your movements gentle and practiced as you gathered a gentle cleanser, they found themselves strangely mesmerized.

"Well, he looks chill" Connor added. "Could you clean my face sometime, yn?"

You chuckled, throwing a playful glance thorwn at him. "Maybe later, Connor. Right now, it's all about Luke's glow-up."

Next came the toner, followed by a light moisturizer. Luke remained surprisingly still, his eyes closed, a contented sigh escaping his lips from time to time. His brothers, bored by the lack of drama, started to get bored.

Just as you were about to get some eye patchs, your eyes drifted on a little tool inside your washbag; your blackhead remover. An idea came up to you.

"Alright, Luke" you announced, a hint of warning in your voice. "Time for the fun part."

You reached for a steaming hot towel and pressed it gently against his nose and forehead. He inhaled deeply, the steam opening up his pores.

"This feels so nice" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the towel.

A slow grin spread across your face. "Oh, it gets better" you said, an evil spark in your eyes.

You grabbed the blackhead extractor and, with practiced ease, began gently removing the unwanted blemishes.

Suddenly, Luke's eyes flew open, a look of pure horror replacing his previous serenity. "Wait! What are you doing?" he shrieked.

"Shh" you hushed him playfully. "Relax. These little guys gotta go. Trust me, it'll be better for your skin in the long run."

"But it hurts!" he whined, swatting your hand away with a surprisingly weak attempt.

"Just a little pinch" you reassured him, your voice a mockery he hated. "Besides, if you don't remove them now, they'll grow bigger and poppier, and that will hurt even more."

Luke opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as you expertly extracted another blackhead. This bet was getting a little harder to beat than expected. He winced slightly, then a defeated sigh escaped his lips.

“So, Connor” you called. “You wanted to be next, right?”

iv. make up

"So," you began, a sly smile playing on your lips as you settled into the chair across from Luke, "you think makeup is easy, right?"

"Shouldn't be that hard, I guess" he mumbled, trying to sound confident. Inside, however, his stomach churned with fear and worry.

You gestured towards your desk, which was now overflowing with an array of colorful tubes, palettes, and brushes – an arsenal of beauty products foreign to the boys' eyes. "Alright then," you declared, a playful lilt in your voice. "Here's a little game. I'll show you each product and you have to guess what it's for. Every one you get wrong? Goes on your face."

Luke's eyes widened in horror.

"Wait, what?" he sputtered, a nervous tremor in his voice. "You can't be serious!"

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "But Luke, you just said makeup was easy. This is your chance to prove it!"

"This is cheating" he mumbled, looking betrayed. "You never mentioned makeup in the bet!"

"Technically," you countered, holding up a finger, "it's still 'girl stuff’, as you call it”

A groan escaped Luke's lips. He shot a desperate glance towards his brothers, hoping for some kind of intervention. Charles Beckendorf, who allegedly decided to join the fun, just grinned towards him.

"Don't chicken out now, Luke" he said, arms crossed over his chest. "You can always give up on the bet and let her win”

Luke glared at his friend, silently cursing the day he ever agreed to this ridiculous wager. He sighed dramatically, slumping back on the bed. "Fine" he mumbled, defeated. "At least try your best to make me look decent."

“That´s not gonna be on me, dear”

You couldn't help but laugh at his misery. You reached across the desk, picking up a sleek black tube with a silver cap. It felt cool and smooth in your hand.

"What do you think this is?" you asked, holding it up for him to see.

Luke squinted at the tube, his brow furrowed in concentration. He recalled seeing something similar in movies, actresses applying it with a flick of their wrist. An idea flickered in his mind.

"Eyeliner?" he ventured, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

You arched an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Huh, correct”

You set the eyeliner aside, a mischievous glint returning to your eyes. Next up, you picked up a thin, wooden-looking tool with a pointed tip. There was a small, round piece of what looked like colored chalk attached to the end.

"Alright," you announced, "round two. What is this?"

Luke studied the object carefully. It did resemble a pencil, but the colored tip threw him off. He wracked his brain, trying to recall anything similar he'd seen in the vast array of makeup products on your desk.

"Uh… a pencil?" he finally ventured, his voice lacking conviction.

You burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the cabin. Tears welled up in your eyes quickly, blurring your vision slightly.

"A pencil, Luke?" you wheezed, wiping a tear from your cheek. "It’s a lip liner"

Luke's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Lip liner?" he echoed, his voice barely a whisper. "For what? Do I need to draw on a bigger mouth?" He gestured to his own lips, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into his voice.

You shook your head, stifling another giggle. "No, no need for a bigger mouth. Lip liner helps define the shape of your lips."

With a shake of your head, you said, "Now the fun part begins. Bring those lips here, handsome."

Luke leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face hovering a few inches from yours. The air got filled with a strange tension, probably because his brothers walked closer so they could get a better look. His breath hitched slightly as your fingers brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

“You´re lucky this is the same shade as your natural lip color” you whisper.

“Yeah” Chris adds. “Maybe you should wear it more often, handsome” he reaches out his hand to squeeze Luke´s cheeks, but he´s quick enough to slap his hand away.

“Shut up”

The minutes that followed were filled with a more lighthearted energy. You continued the game, Luke surprisingly getting a few things right – foundation, and even a surprisingly good guess on a shimmery eyeshadow palette.

But he wasn't without his misses. The concealer, a light, creamy formula designed to camouflage blemishes, ended up being applied liberally under his eyes, leaving him with a ghostly pallor that had his brothers doubled over in laughter. Then came the blush. A delicate peach shade, turned his cheeks a comical shade of fuchsia thanks to your deliberately exaggerated application with a fluffy brush.

His brothers, fueled by this new display of comedic gold, howled with laughter. Charles, wiping tears from his eyes, wheezed, “He-, he looks like a baboon in heat”

"Oh man" Travis howled, clutching his stomach. "This is even better than the armpit wax"

Next came the eyelash curler, that strange-looking contraption that promised to create dramatic, fluttery lashes. The moment you held it up, Luke's eyes widened in suspicion. He snatched it from your hand before you could ask him what he though it was.

"What the hell is this!?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of disgust and fear. "You girls like torturing yourselves with these things?"

You reached out and gently took the curler back. "No torture involved" you replied. “And since you know absolutely nothing about it…"

He tried to look defiant, but a flicker of uncertainty betrayed him. "I know what it is" he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

"Oh really?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Then what is it?"

You handed him the curler and watched as he fumbled with it, his big hands clearly not designed for such delicate work. He eventually gave up with a defeated sigh.

"Okay" he grumbled, handing the curler back to you. "Do your worst."

The final touches were a disaster, a glorious, hilarious disaster. Every fiber of Luke's being screamed in protest as you handed the brushes over to his merciless brothers.

“Come here, Lookie-Pookie” Travis cooed, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he leaned in with a thick brush loaded with sparkly eyeshadow. Luke recoiled, swatting his hand away with a glare.

"Don't touch me!”

“Come on Luke, give us those pretty little lips. We need to make sure they're nice and kissable” Beckendorf joined, opening a little lip product tube he wasn´t sure what it really was.

Luke wanted to melt into the floor, his face burning hotter than the volcanic eyeshadow now smudged across his eyelids. The audacity, the betrayal! His own brothers, the supposed bastions of masculinity, were gleefully participating in this humiliation.

“Maybe some of this highlighter will make him look prettier”

He couldn´t believe his own brothers knew what highlighter was except for him.

As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, a mix of horror and amusement washed over him. He never thought he'd feel so violated by makeup. But somewhere amidst the frustration and embarrassment, a strange sense of camaraderie bubbled up. His brothers, usually his biggest tormentors, were doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down their faces. And you, the leader of this whole mess, were practically glowing with barely suppressed mirth.

Despite himself, a smile tugged at the corner of Luke's lips. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. Sure, he looked like a technicolor disaster, but the shared laughter, the fun, it felt strangely… good. He glanced at you, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Gods” he breathed, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "This is the best day of your life, isn't it?"

You couldn't help but laugh, a genuine, unrestrained laugh that filled the cabin. "Hell yeah it is" you replied as you offer him make up wipes.

v. the reconcile

Night had fallen, painting the sky with shimmering stars. The campfire illuminated the campers´ face, its flames dancing higher as the Apollo cabin filled the air with joyful camp songs. Laughter mingled with the strumming of guitars and lyres, creating a symphony of pure summer camp bliss.

The fire itself danced in response to the campers' emotions. It roared a little higher with every burst of laughter, dimmed momentarily during a quiet story, and flickered with a playful intensity as the Hermes boys, fueled by their mischievous exploits, recounted their version of the day's events.

You sat by the fire, poking a marshmallow with a stick, watching the scene unfold. Their narrative, of course, focused heavily on your supposed "torture" of Luke. Specially the Stoll brothers; they painted a picture of you as a ruthless makeup artist, a waxer who pealed Luke´s skin off and left his face shining like marble. Meanwhile, Luke simply sat there, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You noticed the Hermes boys regaling other campers with their story, punctuated by bursts of laughter. And yes, you didn´t like to admit it but, you'd lost the bet. Technically. But watching Luke handle their teasing with surprising grace, a hint of amusement in his eyes, filled you with a strange satisfaction.

You were there by yourself for a few more minutes. The camp sounds filling your ears as you tried your best not to stuff your face in all the toasted marshmallows your sisters offered you. Your hands felt tired, because yes, even though what you did was not too much for you to handle, Luke squirmed and behaved like a worm covered in salt, which only made your work harder.

Just then, a figure settled in front of you. Luke. He held two sticks, each crowned with a perfectly toasted marshmallow. He offered one to you, his usual smirk replaced by a genuine smile.

"Truce?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge.

You couldn't help but grin, accepting the marshmallow with a playful jab. "Truce"

He sat beside you, the marshmallow on his stick disappearing in one swift, hungry bite. Suddenly, you leaned in closer, feigning seriousness. "Oh dear" you said, your voice laced with mock concern.

Luke raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What is it now?"

"You've got a blackhead. Right, there" you declared, pointing to a non-existent imperfection on his nose.

His eyes widened in mock horror. "No way! I´m not letting you touch my face again" He swatted at your hand playfully, but you were quicker.

"Hold still, you wriggly worm" you teased, pretending to grab his nose. A playful fight ensued, a flurry of limbs and laughter. You managed to land a swipe at his cheek with a gooey bit of marshmallow.

Finally, breathless with laughter, you both settled back down, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the quiet camaraderie. As you bit into your marshmallow, a comfortable silence settled between you.

"So, about that bet" he began, wiping his marshmallow-streaked hands on his cargo pants.

You turned to look at him, still chewing on another marshmallow and a piece of melted chocolate. "Yeah?"

"I don't want you to clean my cabin" he explained.

"Why not? I lost the bet" you replied, surprised by his sudden declaration.

He looked at the sky, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, but… We're kind of a mess, actually. I would feel bad if you did it alone."

"Aww, Castellan, are you worried about little ol' me?" you teased him, squeezing his cheek playfully. He blushed a deeper shade of red, looking positively flustered.

"Maybe" he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

"Okay, here's a deal" you continued, trying to cover your own blush. "I'll clean your cabin, but you have to help me. I really don't wanna get into dirty-underwear-business."

Luke considered this for a moment, then a grin spread across his face. "Deal. But I'm warning you, there might be some things you shouldn´t even try to touch with bare hands. And I mean Travis´ and Connor´s bunks”

From a distance, a group of campers — a mix of Hermes, Apollo, and Hephaestus cabins —watched your exchange with keen interest. The playful teasing, the way your hands brushed as you made your deal — it was all too much for their already overactive imaginations.

"I bet you fifteen bucks he's gonna ask her out by the end of the week" an Apollo camper, Lee, declared.

Chris snorted. "That's weak. Twenty bucks says he does it tonight."

hiiya, just thought I could write something different to what I usually do. hope you enjoyed <3 🩷

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Suffering the Consequences (Porco Galliard x Reader)

Word count: 4 070

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes  

Summary: Porco never forgave Reiner for inheriting the Armored Titan. Not because that way it had to be him, who stayed behind in Marley. And even though he got to inherit a Titan eventually, he never wanted it to be under such dark and painful circumstances. 

Suffering the Consequences

You knew this was going to be pretty difficult.

Coming here, knocking on the door, and actually going upstairs to his room. All of that, while avoiding the grief, which was present everywhere. Truly everywhere. In his mother′s eyes, his father′s every movement, and even in the walls of the house, you knew so well. You′ve been there many times before, but now everything seemed completely different.

Mostly the photographs you saw hung on the wall, while you were walking up the stairs. You knew every single one of them – both of the boys on them. You knew their bright smiles, their cheerful eyes, and unique personalities.

It was still hard to believe, that you′ll never see them together again. One of them was gone for good and never coming back. He never even said a proper goodbye, because five years ago he believed, that he′ll come back home. When he hugged you for the last time, he promised you′ll see him again.

And you believed him, why wouldn't you?

Your hand was shaking slightly, while you took one last deep breath and knocked on the familiar door. The whole house was deathly quiet, almost as if nobody was home. You waited for a moment, gave him some time... but after he didn't answer, you slowly grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

„Porco?“ you addressed him quietly, looking around in the dark room. The blinds were drawn, but you could clearly see the familiar silhouette amongst the messy bed sheets. „May I come in?“ When he didn't answer once more, you gave a quiet sigh, walked in, and carefully closed the door.

You wanted to let some natural light in to see better, but before reaching for the blinds, you changed your mind. It was better to wait and give him space. Let him talk, when he′s ready. So you walked over to the bed and sit down on the ground right next to it. It didn′t take Porco long, until he let his arm hang over the edge of the bed, searching for yours. With a tiny smile, you interlocked your fingers, pulling his hand to your lips.

„How did it go? How are you feeling?“ you asked worriedly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles ever so slightly. They were busted up in a couple of places and covered in dried blood. That scared you, because if everything went as it was supposed to... they should have healed by now.

„My head is pounding, I've never had such a bad headache,“ he mumbled finally, pulling his hand from your grip. „My whole body hurts so bad,“ he added in a weak voice, slowly turning his head towards you. „Am I supposed to feel like this?“

„I don't know, never been in your place.“

„I′m glad.“ With that, he reached for the covers and pulled them over his head.

You tried to tell yourself, that you are prepared for everything. Every possible situation this day could bring. But suddenly it didn′t seem so easy. Seeing your boyfriend like this made you worried, scared, and confused most of all.

„Do you want to talk?“ you asked after a short while, looking around his room. Every corner was familiar, you′ve been here many times over the past few years. Not once did you feel this helpless and out of place. „Can I lay down next to you?“ you tried when Porco didn't answer. Without a proper answer, he just lifted the covers, inviting you beside him.

Slipping off your shoes, you made yourself comfortable next to him, planting a gentle kiss into his hair, running your fingers through it. It wasn't nicely done like usual, every little strand had a mind of its own.

„It was horrible,“ he whispered almost inaudibly, pressing his body against yours, his arm wrapping around you tightly. „I know it′s not her fault... not entirely, but... I don't know what to feel. What to think. I didn′t expect to be this confused and torn over this whole thing.“ His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, leaving a delicate kiss on your collarbone. „It all hurts so bad, Y/N.“

Today was a very special day.

For him and for Marley.

He was set to inherit the Jaw Titan, which once belonged to his late older brother Marcel. About five years ago, he and three other young Warriors with titan powers were sent to Paradis Island. They had a big and important mission, which they failed. After such a long time, only one of them came back – Reiner Braun, the inheritor of the Armored Titan. The Titan Porco so desperately wanted years ago.

„I never wanted it to happen this way.“

„Nobody wanted it this way,“ you assured him in a calm voice, rubbing his back comfortingly. „And everybody is hurting and grieving, you are not alone. You have your parents and me, we are here for you. Every step of the day.“

„You can′t feel all the anger that′s still inside me. And it′s not going away, it′s not fading. Only growing bigger and stronger every day. Even more, since he came back,“ he spat out, hugging you tighter. „I can't bear to look at him.“

„You don′t have to, it′s fine.“

A couple of days back, you went over to the Brauns and talked to Reiner. He didn′t say much about their mission, but that was understandable. All you wanted to know, was what happened to the other Warriors. If there was at least a slight chance of them still being alive. Sadly, Annie was the only one, who was still potentially okay. But he didn′t know for sure. Or maybe didn′t want to tell you.

You felt sorry for him – it truly seemed, that he came back a different person. He could barely look at you while talking. Maybe because he already knew, that you and Porco were together. You and Reiner were pretty good friends all those years ago, but now you barely recognized him. And it had very little to do with the way he grew up into a tall and handsome young Warrior. His honey-gold eyes were still kind like before, but emptier and sadder.

„It was hard to look at her... Ymir,“ he said after a while.

„What an unfortunate name,“ you replied while trying not to think about that poor girl. From what you′ve heard, she handed over the stolen Jaw Titan willingly and without trying to object. Maybe that′s why you felt sorry for her. She never wanted to hurt anyone or kill Marcel. It was all an accident. „Do you think you′ll see her memories? Or Marcel′s?“ you asked a little hesitantly, the tips of your fingers gently gliding over the back of his neck. You knew he loved it, your touch always helped him relax.

„I don′t want to think about that right now.“

„Yeah, okay.“

You kissed the top of his head, letting him cling to you as much as he needed and wanted. It was important, that he felt safe and loved during these days and weeks. You knew how much he grieved the death of his brother. Marcel was your friend too, you cared about him and were super proud when he inherited the Jaw.

The realization, that he wasn′t coming back...

Your heart hurt for the whole Galliard family. The boy′s parents were always so nice to you, letting you come over and stay whenever you wanted. They were truly enlighted when you and Porco fell in love after many years of friendship and became a couple. His mom even hinted a couple of times, that she′s looking forward to the day you′ll become a part of the family. She seemed truly devastated when Porco frowned upon her words and said, that nothing like that will happen soon. Not to hurt anyone′s feelings, he loved both of you very dearly. But there was plenty of time for marriage and similar plans many years down the lane.

Well...

„From now on we only have thirteen years,“ you said, feeling the sadness from your words fill the whole room. How was it possible, that this thought didn't cross your mind up until now? Or maybe... maybe it was better that it didn′t. „Do you think it′s enough time to fulfill all of our dreams?“

Porco mumbled something, but when you wanted him to repeat himself a bit louder, he didn′t bother. If he didn′t occasionally kiss your neck or stroke your back, you would have assumed that he fell asleep. But like this, the two of you lay in complete quietness, while the sun outside slowly set. However, there was no nice sunset to look at. Dark clouds came over Liberio from the west, bringing a nasty storm along as well.

You knew, that when Porco took a few deep breaths and held them in for a couple of seconds, he was trying not to cry. Same with the moment, when he cuddled closer to you or tightened his grip around your body. As if he was scared to let out as many tears as he needed. You didn′t say anything, trying not to make the whole situation even worse for him. It was more than enough when you heard his parents argue downstairs. Despite trying to ignore the shouting, you made out just enough words to understand what the argument was about. One was blaming the other for what happened. Over the fact, that they let their children become Warrior candidates and be swept into the dangers of serving Marley.

Porco didn't dare to move a muscle, while his parents were arguing. Quiet the opposite, he pulled the covers over the both of you in an attempt to hide from the whole world. After a while, when everything got quiet, he fell asleep. His breathing slowed and evened out, while you were playing with his hair and crying silent tears. It was impossible not to think about Marcel when you were here. Even more, when his younger brother, who you loved deeply, was sleeping in your arms.

You knew you should have gone home, but leaving Porco seemed too cruel. You wanted to be there, if he woke up during the night and wanted to talk or just simply cuddle and grieve in silence. His mom came upstairs and brought you something for dinner, but none of you touched the plates. While he slept, you got hold of some of his books and looked through them, read a page or two, and then grabbed another one.

Eventually, you ended up curled in a warm blanket, sitting on the comfortably wide window sill with your knees pulled up to your chest. Watching the raindrops race down the glass was pretty comforting, the loud sounds of the raging storm somehow made you feel at ease.

„You mentioned the thirteen years we still have together,“ Porco suddenly said, looking at you from his bed. „Are you willing to spend them with me? Knowing, that it′s all we have and nothing more?“

„What do you mean?“ you asked, leaning the back of your head against the cold window, while you hugged your knees a bit tighter.

„Thirteen years is a long time... from one perspective. You could get married, have kids, and stuff like that.“

You nodded, giving him a little smile. Getting married and having kids... did you ever want to do those things? Not until you met Porco. Not until you started to imagine your future together. That future, which was now seemingly in ruins.

„Get married to someone, who is not going to leave you in a couple of years,“ he explained a little better, his eyes looking you over very carefully. „It′s not like I want to break up or anything. Hell no, I love you like crazy, but...“

„Then I don′t see the point of talking about it. I shouldn′t have brought it up earlier, I′m sorry. We should live in the present and don′t worry about the future.“ It was easier said than done. But for the sake of you both, you had to at least try. „Do you feel better?“

Porco shrugged, outstretching his hand toward you, calling you back to bed next to him. You gave the gloomy rainy street one more look, before sliding under the warm covers once more, giving Porco one long kiss.

„Do you need permission to turn into your Titan form?“ you asked, brushing some strands of hair from his forehead. He hated when his hair was all tosled around, but you on the other hand loved it. That truly effortless look suited him pretty well.

„Of course. Marley likes to have everything under control.“

„That′s a shame, I would like to see you with all that new power.“ It was still a serious and sensitive topic to talk about, but it was necessary. This was the new reality you had to learn how to navigate now. There was no going around it, just straight through. „Make good use of it. For yourself, Ymir, Marcel, and all those before you.“

„You know... I still sometimes think about all the possibilities if it was me, who got the Armored all those years ago. Marcel would still be here.“

„He is so proud of you, I am sure about it,“ you whispered, while Porco wrapped his arms around your waist, turned onto his back, and pulled you on top of him. With a quiet laugh, you found his lips for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder and making yourself comfortable for the night. „And he′ll always be with you in some way.“

„Watching over every dumb thing I do, right?“

„Yeah, that′s exactly what I meant,“ you smiled, feeling a tiny bit of relief, when you heard him chuckle. It was all going to be okay. You were sure of it. Porco just needed time and support. He needed you – your love and patience. And you were determined to give him all of that and much more. „I love you so much,“ you whispered against the warm skin on his neck, running your fingers along the contours of his jaw. „Titan powers or not, you′ll always be my number one.“

„Pfff, don't start sounding like a lovesick fool. That was never your style,“ he teased you, kissing you on the forehead. „Magath said my Titan looks pretty similar to Marcel′s. Maybe because we′re brothers, I don′t know. And maybe I don't even wanna know.“

„Sometimes it′s better not knowing.“

„From what I know, the previous Jaw looked a lot different from Marcel′s. It was a bit bigger and had sharper and longer claws. And it didn′t look like... a lion, maybe. I don't know why, but Marcel′s always looked like a lion to me in some ways. Even with all of that darker brown hair or mane or whatever it was.“

„So does your Titan have your hair color?“

He nodded. „That′s the biggest difference. Also, my teeth and jaw look a little different.“

You′ve never seen either of the Titans, so it was all up to your imagination. Bertholdt once made a sketch for you, when you were little and just before they left for Paradis. He drew every Titan for you, while Pieck was the one, who drew the Colossal Titan. At least that way you felt a little closer to your friends, who lived a completely different life. You still had those sketches at home, taped to the wall above your desk.

The news of Bert and Annie not returning from Paradis broke you more than you could have ever imagined. You knew, that it was a possibility, but all those years still hoped and prayed that they′ll come back. That you′ll see your friends once again. When Zeke and Pieck were sent after them, you knew something was very wrong. And Porco did too. Remembering the morning, when they finally, after five long years returned and only brought Reiner back with them...

It was like your heart broke into millions of tiny pieces. It was at that moment, you knew your childhood ended for good. When you lost the people, you grew up with and who you watched walk down a very dangerous path.

You knew this would eventually come, but nothing and nobody could prepare you. Better said, there was simply no way to prepare for your friends dying and leaving you here all alone.

„I need to be at the military HQ pretty early in the morning,“ Porco said after a long moment of silence. „Don't know what for, but I′m nervous, to be honest. It′s still pretty new to me. All this responsibility.“

„You′ll do great, I′m sure. It may take you a couple of days, but you′ll get the hang of it. If you look at it, being in the military is just an ordinary job, somebody has to do it.“

The only thing you wished, was that it could be somebody else. Anybody else but Porco. A stranger, who meant nothing to you. A simple nobody, whose death wouldn't affect you in any way.

„Do you have work tomorrow?“

„No, not tomorrow,“ you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. „We could maybe go for a walk. Or do something else. Something nice, we deserve to have some fun.“

„Are you sure?“ he asked a little hesitant, running one of his hands through your hair. He loved it, aimlessly playing with your hair while talking or before falling asleep. „Do we get to enjoy life and be happy, if most of our friends are dead?“

„We do,“ you said without hesitation, lifting your head from his chest. „Because we are still alive. And we have to act like it. We only have one life, and we should live the best we can. Until we have time.“

You waited for a response, but Porco stayed quiet. You were sure he didn′t agree with your words. And deep down, you didn′t agree with them yourself. But was there something else you could do? Mourning your friends was one thing, but not continuing to live your life was something completely different. Mostly, because you didn't have all the time in the world.

„I tried to prepare myself for this outcome. And I thought, that... hell, I thought that I′m ready for anything. I thought I′m ready for the possibility, that Zeke and Pieck will return without either of them. And now I think it would be better that way. If they returned without Braun.“

You sighed quietly, still looking into his face. The way Porco was avoiding eye contact told you only one thing – he was close to tears once again. „Blaming Reiner is not going to do any good. It′s not going to change anything.“

„And what am I supposed to do? Hang out with him as if nothing happened? Smile at him and pretend everything is okay? He is the reason my brother died. It was him...“

You pressed your right index finger to his lips before he could continue, leaning in for a kiss just a moment after. „What are you supposed to do?“ you repeated his words, running your thumb over his lower lip. „Leave him alone, he suffered enough, Porco. You can be angry at him if you truly need to. That′s on you. But, please, stop searching for conflicts and opportunities to fight. It won't do any good to either one of you.“

„But...“

„I know you′re in pain right now. It's understandable. But losing yourself in it won't help you get over what happened. Marcel would never want you to suffer. After all... he wanted you to live,“ you took one deep breath and lowered your voice a little before you spoke again. „That′s why he did all of that.“  

It was a risk you had to take.

You had to let him know, how all of this happened.

Porco didn′t know, what his brother did for him. And you didn′t know either... until very recently. Until you talked to Reiner, sat with him for long hours in silence, and waited for him to open up. He told you everything he could, but just after you promised, that you′ll talk to Porco on his behalf. The best thing would be to let them talk directly, but seeing how they both felt... you agreed.

And now it was probably the right time to talk. Tell him everything he needed to know.

„What do you... what do you mean? Do you know something I don't?“ he asked urgently, trying to sit up. With the weight of your body on top of his, you held him down. It was crucial, to keep him calm so he would listen to what you had to say. „Y/N...“

„Stay quiet and let me talk, okay?“After a second, he nodded and made himself comfortable again, holding you close. „Reiner told me everything he wants you to know. Everything... he doesn′t feel like telling you himself right now.“

„Coward,“ he mumbled under his breath. „Does he really think...“

„Porco!“ you admonished him, rolling your eyes. „I won′t tell you anything if you don′t shut your mouth.“

He muttered something once more, but eventually let it be. After a few deep breaths, which were supposed to calm you down. All you had to do, was tell him everything Reiner told you. Just repeat those words. Those words full of pain and sadness.

„It was you, who was supposed to get the Armored Titan,“ you started in a quiet and calm voice, reassuringly rubbing his chest for comfort. „And it was Marcel, who prevented that from happening.“

You waited for a bit, expecting any kind of reaction from Porco. But he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. However, you could feel his body tense up, and with your head still on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat pick up.

„All he wanted, was to protect you and keep you safe. So he talked to Magath and the other people in charge, making Reiner seem a much better fit for the Armored Titan. I don′t know how he did it. Neither did Reiner.“

That was basically all you knew. Maybe Reiner had some other information but wasn′t prepared to tell you yet. And maybe that was all Marcel was willing to share with him, just shortly before his tragic passing.

„That′s all I know,“ you added quietly, kissing his cheek. The expression on his face was very hard to read. „Maybe he knows something more and will tell you later.“

Porco simply nodded, running his hand up and down your back. You anxiously waited for any kind of reaction. For any words or protests. But his willingness to argue was suddenly gone. He seemed more defeated than ever before. Even more, than the day he got the news about his brother′s passing.

And that was quite a big shock.

„You can always go and talk to him. I think he′ll be willing to tell you everything. More than I ever could.“

„Yeah,“ he breathed out after a long while.

The silence was almost too painful to bear. Everything would be better, even hearing him cry or scream. But if peace and quiet were what Porco needed, you had no right to object.

You let him be, hugging him tightly. Your mere presence had to be enough. Even during the next few hours, which he spent battling tears and almost unimaginable anger, disappointment, fear, and grief. All you could do was hold him and hope, that when the morning comes, he′ll get out of bed with a new purpose.

There was no going back and fixing what was already broken beyond repair. But the future held so many new opportunities.

Where Marcel′s life ended, Ymir′s only truly began. And when her life came to an end, the new Porco Galliard was born.

If only... if only the two of you knew, what the future held. However... looking back after some time, it was better not knowing anything and just blindly trusting fate, saving your hearts from many aches and hard moments filled with pain so intense, you thought there will be no tomorrow.

But there always was a tomorrow. Just until there wasn′t. Until your and the new Jaw Titan′s life came to an early end, very shortly after each other.

[thecclover-fanfictions]

A Girls Night

Giggling and tattering Camilla and Annabel stepped upstairs to the private rooms of Clarence House. They had just attended the launch of Tom´s new book and it was such a success. The party was a success, the interest of the media was a success and the book, for sure, would be a success. Camilla felt so proud of her son, who had coped with all the difficulties in life so well, she was just happy.

And the best tonight was, that Annabel would stay in Clarence House overnight, as it was much too late to get back to Dorset. They had planned their girls`night since weeks and both looked so much forward to it, as they often just could talk on the phone. Actually a disaster for the two chatterboxes, who shared almost all of their secrets since childhood days.

Enjoying a glass of wine at Tom`s party did not quite prevent that they already kidded around. Camilla hold already the doorknob in her hand, but got down on her knees with laughter as Annabel shared a story over one of their old friends. Wiping her tears away she laid her index finger on her lips as she eventually quietly opened the door. Carefully she peeked into the corridor and turned her head to listen to some possibly sounds. But there was nothing beside a small stripe of light coming out of the main bedroom.

Camilla waved Annabel in, tiptoeing with their heels in their hands they stepped in. Grinning Camilla shut the door quietly, she still had to fight against Annabel`s story. She waved Annabel to go on and like two curios children, secretly watching out for Father Christmas, they stretched their heads to look into the bedroom.

Charles laid in the bed, already asleep. He had switched on the lamp on Camilla´s bedside locker, as always if he waited for her. He had crumbled her pillow in his arms to have, at least, her smell to feel comfortable. Through his slightly opened mouth he deeply and steady breathed, now and then he snorted a bit. The girls had to cover their mouth not to break out in loud giggles. Camilla with an adoring glance in her eyes, Annabel because she imagined Simon behaving like that and decided, that he never would be a romantic like Charles.

In sign language they arranged to meet in fifteen minutes in Annabel`s room, one of the very few personal guest rooms in the private apartment. Annabel tiptoed over and noticed once again, that one of the best things of having servants was not to haul and unpack the baggage. Everything was already prepared for her.

Camilla slipped over to their huge bed, looking for her nightie. Unfortunately Charles laid on the hemline and as carefully as possible she pushed it out under him. He just grunted and clawed more into her pillow. Camilla rapturous smiled, but didn´t dare to touch him. She had a relaxing shower and did her care cosmetics, and couldn´t resist to breathe a kiss on her husband`s cheek before quietly leaving the room.

But now the fun waited. Joyfully Camilla entered Annabel´s room and almost jumped onto her bed. Annabel already waited, with crossed legs, in her nightie, messaging Simon a good-night with her mobile.

Excited Camilla thrummed her fingers on her thigh: “So, sweetie, what´s on the telly tonight!?” Annabel mischievous grinned and reached her flat hand out to her: “One second, dear. Close your eyes!” Camilla did so and felt, that Annabel got down from the bed over to her suitcase. “Alright, Mills!” She opened her eyes and watched her sister holding up a Blueray-Box like a trophy. The newest series of Downton Abbey in a special edition. Camilla cheered and clapped her hands and Annabel got back to the bed again, bright grinning the Blueray wiggling in front of her.

Camilla ripped it out of her hand: “Oh my god, with cut out scenes!” Annabel patted her own shoulder: “Yes, found yesterday evening and bought on the spot.” They decided that they could enjoy this little diamond only with lots of goodies and a tasty wine. Sneaking like teenagers on guard of their parents they got over to the small dining room and frisked the supply cabinet.

With a rich booty of an expensive wine and arms full of chocolate and pralines they giggling got back. Camilla started the Blueray, while Annabel opened the wine and placed the goodies in the middle of the bed. She crumbled her pillow against the head rest and slipped under her blanket. Camilla found a cosy wool blanket and placed, with crossed legs, beside her sister.

Both cheered again as the first scene started, but breathless and silent stared over to the huge TV. Now and then they discussed, why this or that happened now and remembered the coherences to the series before. Annabel munched one praline after another, Camilla managed to pull herself together as she still tried to hold her current slim figure.

But she was in the mood for a glass of wine now. Unfortunately they had forgotten to bring glasses with them, but were too lazy to get up again. Giggling they just drunk out of the bottle now, recalling the good old times at home, as they sneaked a precious bottle out of their father´s inventory, drinking it in the same way and earning a heavy lecture the next morning.

After one hour it knocked and without waiting for an answer the door opened. Annabel just took a very deep sip out of the wine bottle and Camilla finally put two pieces of pralines at once in her mouth, as Charles stood in the door frame in his striped bathrobe. Very sleepy, but somehow shocked he looked at the both of them.

Annabel was already at the edge from the wine. She snorted with laughter about Charles funny appearance and covered her mouth with her hand to not spread the bed with wine. Camilla, as the faithful sister, simply had to join her and giggled too with her full mouth and puffy cheeks.

Charles tried to ignore it. Like a small child in the bedroom of his parents, in the middle of the night, he rubbed his eyes and mumbled sleepily: “Darling, when will you come to bed?” Camilla had to giggle over his cuteness again. Somehow lost he stood there in the doorframe, his bathrobe open and one end of the belt hung down on the floor. Trying to gulp down her pralines she indulgent and lovingly answered: “Can´t sleep, darling?” Charles watched her with puppy eyes and shook his head.

Annabel giggled again.

Charles rubbed his eyes anew and sufferingly whimpered: “No, not without you. Will you come?” “Darling! You knew since weeks, that Annabel is here tonight! Come on, just try!” Charles pulled a face. Camilla chuckled: “A good-night kiss, darling?” Still like a child Charles stepped in. “Can I stay here for a while?” Annabel looked over to Camilla with wide eyes, but she just shrugged her shoulders. Smiling she slipped more over to her sister and patted at the place beside her. Joyfully Charles flopped onto the bed and laid down his head on the lap of his wife. With closed eyes he enjoyed her tickling and caresses.

Annabel rewound the film back to the scene where they were distracted from Charles. Almost forgetting him the sisters followed excited again. They shared the bottle and grabbed into the box of pralines. But Charles was more awake now. He raised up his head and couldn´t believe his eyes, as he watched the precious wine, which they just drunk out of the bottle. Camilla had noticed it, and with a full mouth she just raised her eyebrow, with a mischievous blink in her eyes. Charles moaned and let fall back on the bed. He waved aside and earned a pinch in his thigh.

Rubbing his eyes again he asked, still laying down: “What´s this actually there?” Annabel randomly answered: “Downton Abbey.” “Downtown Abbey? Never heard of this.” Camilla softly answered him, while staring on the screen: “No, it´s Downton Abbey, darling. A BBC series.” Charles straightened up to have a look and just now a full view of the house was seen. “Why Downton Abbey, please?! It´s Highclere Castle in Hampshire!” Annabel moaned: “Charles! It´s fiction! It´s just fun!” Charles intervened: “Bells! Everyone knows this place! Why they gave it the wrong name then!” Camilla patted his knee, but Annabel was bugged: “Charles! Almost no one beside you and the neighbours there know the real name!” Charles wanted to answer again, but Camilla turned her head to him and slightly shook it. So he gave up and flopped down again.

He turned on his side and just watched his wife, sitting in front of him still with crossed legs. Annabel pushed over the box of chocolate to him: “Peace, chum?” Charles grunted, but lovingly nudged her waist. He grabbed one piece out of the box and Annabel quickly took it back. Munching it he started to trace flowers and little hearts on the back of his wife. Camilla just enjoyed the soft tickling, while watching the movie.

Twenty minutes later she noticed, that Charles had stopped it. She turned around and watched her husband with closed eyes, his fingers still almost touching her. She nudged her sister and brightly smiling whispered: “He´s sleeping!” Annabel turned around too and started to giggle again. Camilla laid her index finger on her lips: “Sshhhh…” She covered her husband with the wool blanket and gave him a rapturous smile. Annabel shook her head in disbelief, but actually she envied her sister a very little bit for still being so much in love with him. She was happy with Simon, with no doubt, but watching the relationship of her sister let her sometimes dream of gone days with her husband.

X

Charles woke up, in the urgent need to go to the loo. Very sleepy he wiggled out of the blanket, wondering why it felt so woolly. But he was way too tired to think about it. He just wondered, why Camilla snored so very loud tonight. He tapped along his usual way, he didn´t need to switch on the light in his bedroom. He would find the way to the bathroom probably in a deep sleep. And suddenly his head hit against the wall. Yelling in surprise and a bit of pain he woke up his wife. Camilla immediately straightened up. Almost panicking she screamed: “Daaarling?!” and patted beside her. But Charles wasn´t in the bed. She grabbed over to her bedside locker for the light, but just found Annabel´s face. Annabel stopped her loud snoring and shortly grunted, she really had too much of wine. And then she loud snored again.

Now Charles realised, that Annabel´s noise had woke him up and that he obviously stood in front of the wall in the guest room. He rubbed his nose and his forehead and felt his wife touching his back. Sleepily she mumbled: “Everything alright, darling?” Charles turned around and embraced her. “Yes, almost. Could we go to bed now?” Camilla nodded into his chest, took him by the hand and switched out the TV, where still the logo of the Blueray-player moved around. She stumbled over the empty wine bottle on the floor and giggled by remembering the last hours again, particularly by the influence her sister would feel later.

The lamp on her bedside locker was still switched on. She just let fall into her bed and turned out the light with one hand, as her husband got back from the loo. Slowly falling asleep she felt, how Charles laid one arm around her, pushing her nearer to him. “Sweet dreams, darling.”, he tenderly mumbled into her ear.

[almost-correct-quotes]

awkward love and seeing stars

reverie audios, cyril x listener

tags: no warnings, fluff/humor, altair friendly, current time, 800~ wordcount

AN: title from yes (or no) by bug hunter. fully inspired by a one-off line from a roman audio

Cyril’s hunched over, messing with the password-protected lock. It’s embarrassing enough, forgetting the code, he doesn’t want to have to ask Roman to let him into his lab. Besides, it’s late, he might end up waking up the inventor. Cyril might be a bit of an ass, but he’s not going to deprive someone of sleep just because he left something in their space.

He’s focused on trying to bypass the code when he gets nearly startled out of his skin.

“Hey there.”

Whipping around, he splutters, “You- wh- why-”

“Take your time.”

His menace of a partner is grinning like the cat that caught the canary, clearly very pleased with themself to have caught him this off guard.

“Why did you sneak up on me like that like a- a creep?” He’s reminded thoroughly of the time they broke into his office to watch him sleep. Yeah, he has good taste.

“I saw you struggling with the lock. Watched that for a while, decided to take pity on you,” they say with a smile.

“Well, as far as I know, you’ve no reason to know the code. Wait, you’ve been watching me all this time?”

“Not long,” they grin, echoing their past self. “And I don’t need to know the code. Move?”

He complies. It’s not as if he was having much luck by himself, might as well let them try. His pride was already wounded enough when they snuck up on him.

He’s… honestly not sure what they did, beside for fiddle with it for a few seconds and press their ear to the lock, but it works. They push the door open with a self-satisfied smile, doing a dramatic half-bow as they gesture for Cyril to enter. What a loser, Cyril thinks affectionately.

“How did you- why do you-” he says, floored. Knowing they can pick locks is different than seeing them do it in person.

“‘Cause it’s useful. Clearly,” they say with a little laugh.

They follow Cyril into the lab.

“Why’d you need to get into here, anyway? ‘S past working hours.”

Ignoring their question, Cyril responds, “It’s Roman — that time-traveler I told you about? — his lab.”

“I gathered from the, uh. What is all this?”

“I told you he was eccentric. He’s an inventor. I don’t know what most of this is, to be honest. I just need to find my- thing. That I left in here.”

Cyril does a light search of the lab while pointedly ignoring their interest in what it is he forgot.

“...You probably shouldn’t touch any of the machines. I don’t think Roman would make anything dangerous — on purpose — but knowing you, it’d blow up somehow.”

They huff a laugh. “You need help? Again?”

“No, I can find it.”

“What’re you even looking for?” They’re sitting on the corner of the table, resting back on their palms as they watch him search.

“It’s personal.”

They back off the topic in an instant with a familiar puppy-dog pout. At the look on their face, he relents, “Hmph. Fine. It’s some notes, a few pages, says ‘to burn’ on the top. Fell out of my folder earlier.”

“I take it you didn't burn them?” they laugh, “Wait, I think I saw that when we came in!”

They vault off the table. By the time he’s done taking in the completely normal way they move, they’re stalking back to him with the papers in hand.

And- oh, shit, they’re reading it.

“Bit less formal than your usual work, isn’t it?”

‘Annoyingly eye-catching’ had never fit them better than now, grinning at him as if they just found out he’d hung the stars. Cyril could swear that their eyes are glowing slightly, the way they do when they’re harnessing magic or feeling particularly strong emotions.

“I didn´t think you´d- anyone would ever read it,” he mutters, more than a bit flustered.

“Well, I dunno about other senior researchers,” they grin, “but I´d rate this pretty highly.”

“You´re gonna lord that promotion over my head forever, aren´t you?”

“Only ´til you catch up to me,” they smirk, before looking back down at the notes.

Eventually, their eyes become fixed on one line.

“‘Not yet’?” they glance back up at him.

“They’re from before- well, just before, really.”

Setting the papers down, they rest their arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead. The easy intimacy in it leaves him reeling.

They pull their head back, gazing into his eyes. “You were an extraordinary showcase of repression, you know?”

“Of course I know- also, you hypocrite!”

“I was very aware of my feelings from- well, from nearly the start. Just didn’t act on ‘em- maybe you’ve got a point there, love.”

‘Love’. Oh, he’s gone for them.

[sunny-mercya]

Tranquility

Shinichi Kudo x Female!Reader

–> Requested by @itsao-mine​

The sun was already setting, dunking the City in an orange hue. Even though it was already late afternoon, the streets of the Tokyo were still buzzing with life.

Summerly month were quite enjoyable after all and somehow making the City more lively.

You passed through the crowd of people, trying your best not to get pushed around too much. Businesswomans and mens could be a bit ruthless, when it comes to clock out and being on their way home.

You clutched the strap of your purse a bit tighter and holding the Paperbag more to your chest, not wanting to get the pastries  squished.

You had brought the pastries on your way to the Police Station. Couldn´t really stop yourself from it, after they looked so alluring tasty.

Since your Boyfriend of an Detective had texted you that he couldn´t make it to dinner, once again, you decided to bring him and his colleagues something to snack on. 

Being once an Investigatives Assisstens, you knew what price it brings to work in that kind of Job field. 

So you weren´t angry at him, whenever he had to cancelled anything you two planned. Simply because you understood.

Entering the building and getting your Visitor pass, you were hit with a wave of nostlagie and a bit of melchoanly. You remembered your time here; from an Intern all the way to Investigatives Assisstens and perhaps at some point an Rank higher.

You loved your job with all it ups and downs and with the good and bad side of being in the Police. 

But after what happened, back then, you quitted your job. Couldn´t take the stress nor the pain anymore. Now you worked as a Secretary and liked it so far.

You shook your head a bit, wanting to get away from those old scarring thoughts, before entering the room before you. 

Shinichi looked up from the files he was studying, already having a guess who it was. You.

“Why are you here?” his question sounded harsher as he intended, perhaps the lack of sleep and an feeling of hunger was getting to him.

You weren´t even offended in the slightest, accustomed to it. A harsher sound of voice was some kind of Police trait. You smiled at them, showing of the Bakery bag.

“Since you´re gonna miss dinner again, I thought I would bring you and the guys something.” 

Yato was already on his feet, taking the bag from your hand and rushing off to the Cafeteria. The others following soon after, wanting to have a piece too before Yato would eat it all. Before they were completely out of sight, the guys were giving you their thanks.

Shinich scratched his cheek a bit, not sure if he should stood up to greet you or to just wait till you a seat next to him. 

Even after all those years of you being his Girlfriend, you still looked stunning as ever—just like the first time he has meet you. 

“You didn´t have to, I would have brought me—” “You would have brought you a few cans of Coffee, yeah yeah Mister Holmes, I know. Those pastries were too good to pass though and you guys need something more than just a Graola Bar.” You said to him and taking a seat next to him.

Shinichi takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You laid your head on his shoulder and for a moment you both enjoyed the quiet tranquillity of each other.

Such time of being near each other was rare and more than just shortcut as of current. The cases were piling up, like an overfilled paperbin, on his desk. Leaving Shinichi with guilt, whenever he comes back home—way past midnight—and seeing you curled up on the bed. Wearing his shirts and being huddelded under tons of blankets, even now in the heat of summer. He knew you weren´t cold because of Body temperature. It was a sort of emotional coldness you were feeling. 

And all because of him. Just like the accident, which has cost your job and part of your back. Leaving it in a permanent scar.

“How about I treat you to some dinner next time?”

“Don´t plan anything. Another case will properly pop up as soon as we take a seat at whatever restaurant. No, this is just fine, just you and I. But perhaps you could clock out for once a bit early this time and then we could cuddle? Because damn Shin, I do miss my great boyfriend of an detective.” Your voice was soft as ever, almost whispering as if you didn´t want to disturbed the silence.

Shinichi pulled you more towards him, kissing the crown of your head and nuzzling into your neck. 

He couldn´t believe how lucky he was with you. 

Shinichi loved you, even more than his Love for Holmes.