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"can we cuddle?" | sae itoshi
the itoshi brothers aren't known to be the most compassionate, loving people. this is already a well-known fact to anyone who has seen those two brothers. even though you are the significant other of one of the itoshi brothers, sae itoshi, he doesn't act that much differently with you compared to other people. but you completely accepted that there were probably some hidden undertones sae having experienced something traumatic. deciding to wait patiently for sae to be affectionate towards you. but because of this, you were usually the one to initiate skinship and affection in the relationship.
this week, you were particularly busy, whether it was social or work-wise. because of this, you haven't been able to see your lover for quite a while, just the occasional how are you doing? texts throughout the day.
you were studying at your desk today as usual, but you were so focused on the books in front of you, that you didn't hear your door unlock and close quietly. you only finally realized you werenât alone when two arms slither around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder. saeâs cologne scent immediately fills your nostrils.
just from the scent itself, you could tell it was the blush-haired man you love, but it was extremely out of saeâs nature to randomly start being affectionate towards you. his warm breathing tickles your neck, causing you to chuckle.
"can we, uh..." sae starts hesitantly, bunching his lips to the side, looking away from you.
"can we cuddle?"
with this, your eyes widen slightly in shock at this revelation. which sae noticed. "what happened?"
sae shook his head and muttered, "nothing."
"let me finish up these notes first, then." you turned your head to show your smile. your charming smile made sae blush and look away, acting disinterested hoping you couldn't hear his heart pounding fast.
"just hurry up..."
"...please."
after jotting a few notes down along with a few grumbles from your blushed-haired koala-like boyfriend, you eagerly put down your pen, finally done with studying. when you stood up, sae decided to cling to you still. your back touched sae chest, essentially giving him a piggyback ride.
"sae.." you sighed out at his weight, continuing to walk towards your bed. dropping both you and him when you stood next to your bed. sae pulls up the blanket on your bed, covering both of your bodies. sae grabbed a remote controller and turned on the television. a comfortable silence envelops your room besides the faint talking coming from the tv.
after a few minutes, sae decides to break the silence. "sorry that iâm acting so differently. when you were away, i realized how much i missed your love. and i missed you in general."
you turned your body to face your boyfriend and said, "you don't need to apologize sae. iâm pretty glad that you showed you missed me." you kissed his lips tenderly.
when you pull away, sae tucks his index finger underneath your chin, forcing you to stare into his glistening teal-blue eyes. you could see the love and adoration in his eyes. "te amo, mi corazĂłn."
#kinda ooc again T-T#â bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk#blue lock imagines#bllk x reader#blue lock#blue lock x y/n#blue lock scenarios#blue lock x you#sae x y/n#sae x reader#sae x you#sae itoshi x reader#itoshi sae
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Jacked and kind super soldier

Pairings: bucky barnes x civilian!f!reader
Warnings: FLUFFF, cutie, bucky being jacked and kind, maybe ooc bucky?
A/N: this trend is the cutest this everrrr. i HAD to write it for my fav super soldier. i also read a rafe cameron one somewhere a bit ago and got inspired by that lol. also I KNOW THAT IS THE HYDRA ARM IN THE PICTURE i just needed a picture of his metal arm kinda flexing.
The weekend was your sanctuaryâa blissful retreat where the rest of the world melted away, leaving just you and Bucky in the warm cocoon of your apartment. The soft hum of the shower from the bathroom filled the air as you lounged on the couch, your phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok aimlessly. Alpine was curled up on the armrest, purring softly as if she, too, reveled in the peace.
As you swiped through your feed, a familiar trend popped upâa montage of strong men lifting their girlfriends effortlessly while Sabrina Carpenterâs âSlim Pickinsâ played in the background. The lyrics floated through your mind: âA boy whoâs jacked and kindâŠâ
Each video showed the guy flashing a proud smile, flexing an arm while the girl laughed, clearly enamored by the display of strength. A wistful sigh escaped your lips. The trend wasnât new; youâd seen it countless times but never mustered the courage to ask Bucky to try it.
Bucky was still adjusting to modern life, often overwhelmed by the ever-changing whirlwind of social media and trends. While he was always a good sport about trying new things, you were careful not to overwhelm him, only occasionally roping him into your TikTok antics. Even then, you had maybe two or three TikToks of you both on your account.
But this trend? This trend stirred a little thrill in you. You couldnât help but wonderâhow would it feel to be hoisted onto his shoulder, his strength so effortless it was almost unfair? Would he smile that soft, proud smile you loved so much? Would he flex just to humor you?
Your lips twisted thoughtfully. Could you even ask? Would he think it was silly?
âJust ask,â you mutter to yourself, biting your lip as you stare at the video again. The sound of the shower shutting off jolts you out of your thoughts. Moments later, Bucky steps out into the living room, his dark hair damp and tousled, a gray t-shirt clinging to his broad chest. Alpine immediately perks up, trotting over to greet him.
âHey, doll,â he says with a warm smile, rubbing a towel through his hair. âWhatâre you up to?â
You stand, heart thudding slightly as you approach him. âBuck, can I ask you for a favor?â
His brows furrow slightly, curiosity flickering in his stormy blue eyes. âOf course. Whatâs up?â
âWell...â you start, clutching your phone like itâs a lifeline. âThereâs this trend on TikTok Iâve seen a lot. Itâs harmless, I swear! But it involves... you lifting me. For a video.â
Bucky tilts his head, his expression a mix of amusement and confusion. âLifting you? Like how?â
You quickly explain, pulling up the video and showing him. As he watches, you can see the flicker of understanding cross his face, followed by a soft chuckle.
âSo, you want me to do that?â he asks, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.
âYes,â you say with an embarrassed laugh, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. âBut only if youâre okay with it!â
He pauses for a moment, then shrugs. âWhy not? Seems harmless enough. And if it makes you happy...â
Your face lights up, and you throw your arms around him. âThank you, Buck!"
Setting your phone up on the coffee table, you adjust the camera angle until both of you are perfectly framed. The familiar 10-second countdown begins, and you quickly fluff your hair, glancing back at Bucky, whoâs standing behind you with an easy smile.
âReady?â you ask, your voice tinged with excitement.
âReady when you are, doll.â
The countdown hits zero, and the familiar opening notes of âSlim Pickinsâ filled the room. Before you can even do a little jump to help him, Buckyâs large handsâone warm, the other cool and firmâgrip your waist. In one effortless motion, he hoists you onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing, his flesh arm supporting you.
âBucky!â you gasped, laughing as you suddenly found yourself perched on his shoulder, your legs dangling. You clung to his shirt instinctively, though you knew heâd never let you fall.
He looked up at you with that soft, proud smile you adored.
Then, to your utter delight, he glances at the camera and flexes his metal arm, the vibranium glinting under the soft light. You giggle uncontrollably, your cheeks aching from the sheer happiness coursing through you.
When the music ends, he gently sets you down, his hands lingering at your waist as he looks at you with a soft smile. âHowâd I do?â
âAmazing,â you say breathlessly, darting over to grab your phone and watch the video. The grin on your face only widens as you replay it.
Bucky walks over and wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. âYouâre cute when youâre excited, you know that?â
âThank you for doing this,â you say, leaning back into his warmth.
âAnything for you, doll,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Later, as you upload the video, the comments start pouring in, and each one makes you laugh harder.

Each comment had you laughing harder, while Bucky groaned in mock exasperation. âWhat is wrong with people?â he muttered, though the pink tint to his ears betrayed his embarrassment.
âOh, câmon,â you teased, nudging him playfully. âYouâre the internetâs new heartthrob. Own it.â
He rolled his eyes but couldnât help the small smile that tugged at his lips. âAs long as youâre happy, doll.â
You leaned up to kiss his cheek. âAlways. Thank you for indulging me.â
âLike I said, anything for you,â he said softly, pulling you into a warm embrace.
You snuggle closer to him, your heart full as he pulls you against his chest. For a moment, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you and the easy comfort of being together.
Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback and reblog is appreciated.<3
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SEPARATED .
Chishiya x reader
Summary: When you and chishiya get separated from kuina and the rest of the group while trying to get away from the king of spades you both are forced to confront your feelings
Warnings: smut, probably ooc chishiya but iâll try my best, kissing, grinding/dryhumping, riding, they donât take off their clothes all the way cause theyâre kind of not trying to get killed at any second, readers a lil nervous guys, hair pulling sorta kinda.
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Maybe running behind the guy that never took his hands out of his pockets was a bad idea, cause now you were stuck in a random apartment complex with the guy youâd been thinking about undressing the entire time youâd known him. You, chishiya, kuina and the others had been running from the king of spades previously, trying not to end up stuck to the ground with a bullet through you like the other unfortunate people in his sight. But unfortunately you and chishiya got separated when the king of spades threw a bomb your way before you both could make it in the car.
You were a little glad but also scared cause you had no idea where your friends were now, glad because the five of you arenât squished together in the back seat of the car tatta was driving. Now that brought you back to your current problem, chishiya. He was in the other room while you raided the kitchen for some food that wasnt rotten and actually edible. Eventually you got lucky, stumbling upon their canned food cupboard. Grabbing the cans you made your way to the living room where chishiya sat on the couch tinkering with something electronic on the coffee table.
You set the food and the can opener down on the table as well as the forks youâd found, sliding a can you opened to him. He eventually stopped tinkering and nodded as thanks. You both ate in silence, the whole time you were trying not to look over at him. You eventually caved as he let out a loud sigh, curious as to what for.
âYouâre sort of pathetic.â He spoke after a while, putting his food down on the table in front of you both.
âSo Iâve been told.â You acknowledged, suddenly your can of food was the most interesting thing in the world.
You could practically feel his smug smile from across the couch, your eyes refusing to meet his. He hummed before speaking again.
âIf you werenât constantly staring at me when you thought i wasnât looking iâd start to think you didnât like me.â
You froze, knowing youâd been caught. Of course, nothing could make it past chishiya. You shouldâve known, but maybe you were too busy staring to notice. You couldnât try to defend yourself, it wouldnât make a difference. So you kept quiet, shrinking into yourself and trying to get back to your food; even if your stomach was upset from anxiousness.
âI find myself staring at you sometimes.â He confessed, still staring at your face that was now twisted in shock.
You accidentally slammed your can down on the coffee table a little too hard, so stunned by what he said to remember your own strength; You were lucky it wasnât one of thoes fancy glass ones. You could see chishiyaâs eyebrow raise from the corner of your eye, his arms crossed and resting on his chest. You finally looked at him, trying your hardest to not break eye contact. You noticed the side of his mouth twitching upwards, he finally had you looking at him just like he wanted.
You didnât know what to do as chishiya made his way towards you, sitting too close for you to function properly. You definitely didnât know what to do as he took your face in his hand and pressed his mouth to yours. Your hands were stiff at your sides as you kissed him, not knowing if you should touch him. He pulled away with a content look on his face, using his hand that wasnât gripping your face to guide your hand to his own. You got the memo as you moved your other hand to his shoulder and pulled him in again.
You made your way into his lap at some point, trying not to break the kiss as you pushed him back into the couch cushions. When the kiss was broken chishiya looked up at you with half lidded eyes, his hands settled on your hips as you tested the waters and pushed your lap against his. His reaction was small, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as he bit his lower lip the smallest bit. Heâd let out a sigh with a whiny undertone as you grinded against him, resting his head on the cushion behind him as you kept going.
He lifted his head to look at you as you stopped, only to let out a gasp as you pulled his cock out of his pants. You lifted your hips to pull your own pants down to your thighs before sliding down on his cock, a quiet moan leaving you as you did. Chishiya dug his fingers into the couch as you rode him, the tips of his fingers turning pale from the pressure. You leaned down to kiss him, putting your hands on his chest to keep steady. Chishiya brought his hands up to your back, sliding them up your shirt as you deepened the kiss.
Every once in a while heâd let a groan escape into your mouth, his hips bucking upward and reaching deeper into you. You tried not to get too loud, breathing heavily with the occasional moan. Chishiya cursed under his breath as you tugged at his hair and broke the kiss, his eyes clouded with lust as he locked eyes with you. A smile made its way to your face as you took in his disheveled state. his cardigan was falling off, his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, his eyes were heavy with lust and his mouth was slightly ajar as heavy breaths and the occasional whine left him.
âMmm, youâre laughing at me?â He teased, his mouth closed and raised into a smirk.
You shook your head, the smile still on your face. Instead of replying verbally you leaned down to press your lips to his neck, he moved his head to the side to give you better access. His eyes almost completely rolled back into his head as you sucked on the exposed skin, his arms slacked against you. You pulled moan after moan from him as you continued your assault on his neck, you were sure he wasnât going to last long like that.
He could barely keep his head up when you finished, the blissed out expression on his face matching perfectly with the red and purple bruises on his neck. Your lips were probably swollen by now from the kissing and covering chishiyas neck in hickies, your lips shiny from being covered in both yours and chishiyas spit from your previous make out session. The side of chishiyas neck also shining from your assault, a sheen of saliva coating it and highlighting the bruises.
âGonna cum soon..â he whispered, nails digging into your upper back as he rested his head in between where your shoulder and head meet. You quicken your pace at this, chishiya letting out a noise of surprise against your skin. You dont doubt that your back was covered in marks from chishiyas nails at this point, even if nobody would be able to see them you would be able to feel them under your shirt.
His grip switched when he came, pulling you into him by your shoulders; his arms hooked under yours as he moaned. You came not long after that, the feeling of you squeezing around him making quiet whimpers leave his mouth. You werenât any better, whiny moans leaving you as you rode out your high. Chishiya muttered something unintelligible into your shoulder before pulling you off his lap, carefully as to not hurt you.
He shoved himself back into his pants before searching the empty apartment for something to clean you with. Eventually he did, it wasnât much considering the state of the world but it was better than leaving you leaking with his cum. After he was done he pulled your pants up and pulled you so you laid next to him and pressed a kiss to your sweat covered forehead. It didnât take long for you both to fall asleep, deciding it would be the best course of action.
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#sixfics!#chishiya x reader#chishiya smut#chishiya x you#aib x reader#alice in boderland x reader#aib smut
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#?.6 [Chapter Concept]
Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader
Content Warnings: Some OOC-ness, kinda crack-fic (my poor attempts at humor), & UNEDITED
â ïž MINOR SPOILER ALERT to my Trial Player AU
*This is Trial Player AU's Side-stories/Sequel Materialsâsubject to change. Draft-statusânot detailed, messy, and currently lack major relevance to the main story.
This scenario is so unserious đ, but I wanted to share something more light-hearted after posting that summarized drafts of The You I Love.
Take this with a grain of salt.
[MasterlistđŠâšïž]

You had spent the better part of the day organizing the house, tidying up and preparing dinner for your husband. Jinwoo had been particularly stressed lately, and you wanted to do something to lift his spirits. Humming softly to yourself, you made your way to the living room to call him for dinner.
âJin, Iâ!â you started, pushing open the door to his study with a cheerful tone, only to freeze mid-sentence.
Three Jinwoos turned to face you.
The first was a younger Jinwoo, looking bewildered in his baggy hoodie and longer hairâthe telltale appearance of his E-rank self. His wide eyes darted around the room nervously, trying to make sense of the situation.
The second was a hardened yet cautious version of Jinwoo, his posture rigid, his sharp gaze fixated on you with a familiar suspicion. This was him in the early days of leveling up, you took a lucky guess this Jinwoo had encountered you, but didnât fully trust you he met yet, much less the current you.
And then there was your Jinwoo, standing between them with an exasperated expression, his broad shoulders and the way he instantly perked up at the sound of you immediately marking him as your husband.
âLoveââ your Jinwoo began, but before he could get another word out, you held up a hand.
In a yoga-like motion, you brought your hand together, lips touching the sides of your fingers.
Deep inhaleâŠ
âAnd exhale.
âHaha, yeah, no.â
Without giving any of them a chance to respond, you spun on your heel, marched straight to the nearest window, and vaulted out of it.
. . .
Inside the room, the three Jinwoos stared at the empty space where you had just been.
âDid⊠did she justââ Oh, the lovely, lovely, lovely E-rank!Jinwoo looked completely baffled and horrified.
âShe jumped.â A?-rank!Jinwoo stated flatly, his suspicious gaze flickering toward your husband. âWhat the hell is going on here? And what's up with her?â
Jinwooâwho just seconds before being asked looked on pleadingly to the you who supposedly decided to let your dear husband handle this himself, left him aloneâpinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on. âSheâs my wife,â he said, with a hint of irritation spiking when he didnât exactly want to correct himself say the wordââourâ.
Both younger versions of him stared at him in disbelief and more.
âW-wife?!â
E-rank!Jinwoo sputtered, his face turning bright red. âI-I get married? To her?â
A?-rank!Jinwooâs lips parted, but Jinwoo quickly interjected, âYouâll understand later.â
Jinwooâs fingers twitched. âI donât have time for this,â he muttered, grabbing his phone when a notification came in. âI need to get back my wife.â
Outside, you landed gracefully on the lawn, brushing yourself off with a resigned sigh. The cool evening air did little to quell the flustered heat.
ââŠAt least itâs not multiverse-shenanigans again,â you muttered to yourself, already pulling out your phone to text your husband.
Me: I can handle you, but 3 of you???
Jinwoođ: Sweetheart, please donât leave me.
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face.
Me: Iâm staying at Hae-inâs. Or Momâs.
Not even three seconds passed before your phone buzzed with a replyâ
Jinwoođ: Please, come back? đ„ș
âAnd he started using emoji.
You bit your lips.
It was going to be a long day.
ââoOoââ
The moment your little Aera reached out her tiny hands toward A?-rank!Jinwoo and squealed, âPa-pa!â with all the enthusiasm her little lungs could muster, time seemed to stop.
Everyone in the room:
Absolute silence.
A?-rank!Jinwoo froze, brain clearly short-circuited, a myriad of emotions flashing across his faceâconfusion, awe, fear, and something dangerously close to adoration.
âP-PaâŠ?â he choked out, staring at the small bundle of joy who was now babbling nonsensically while insistently reaching for him. His entire existence felt like it was collapsing under the weight of this tiny child, who, according to logic, should not even exist yet.
Jinwoo, standing off to the side, twitched violently. His lips parted to say something, but nothing came out. His eye twitched again. Finally, he turned toward you with a pleading expression.
â(Name)âŠâ he began, âMy dear, my love, my star, my goddess, my queen, my wife, mother of my childrenââ Oh. Oh. Your husband was definitely crashing out right now, âdid Aera justâ?â He cut himself off, as if even saying it might make the heartbreak worse.
You, still standing awkwardly by the door, suddenly found yourself in the worst position imaginable. If you denied it, youâd hurt your husband. If you confirmed it, youâd definitely hurt your husband. You felt the weight of his expectant gaze, but also the absolute need to protect your sanity.
âIâŠâ you started carefully, your eyes darting between the three Jinwoos and the two children now playing in the middle of the chaos. ââŠneed my morning coffee. Itâs way too early for this.â Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and walked straight toward the kitchen.
Jinwoo let out a low groan and slumped into the nearest chair, his head in his hands. You didnât even have to look back to know he was growing mushrooms in the corner, spiraling into an existential crisis at the realization that his daughterâs first word wasnât for him (technically).
E-rank!Jinwoo, meanwhile, was sprawled on the carpet with Aeraâs big brother climbing all over him. There was a distant, blissed-out smile on his face as Baby Suho tugged on his hair with surprising force.
âI get marriedâŠâ he murmured to himself in awe, his voice almost reverent. âI have kids⊠a familyâŠâ His eyes turned misty as he gently poked Suhoâs chubby cheeks, causing the little one to giggle. âSheâs beautiful⊠Theyâre beautiful⊠My future is beautifulâŠâ
His bliss was interrupted when Suho decided to slap him across the face with a tiny, surprisingly strong hand. âBah!â Suho declared.
âYes,â E-rank!Jinwoo said, utterly unbothered as he cradled his cheek. âEven that feels beautiful.â
A?-rank!Jinwoo, still cradling Baby Aera in his arms like she was made of glass, stared down at her with wide eyes. She babbled happily, patting his face with her tiny hands and tugging at his hair. He didnât flinch, didnât move, didnât breathe.
ââŠSheâs my daughter,â he whispered, his voice almost breaking. He looked up at Jinwoo, eyes brimming with confusion and wonder. âSheâs my daughter?â
âYes,â Jinwoo mumbled from his corner of despair. âAnd apparently, she loves you more.â
A?-rank!Jinwoo blinked, staring at the tiny child in his arms who was now trying to gnaw on his finger. His lips twitched into a small, helpless smile.
When you returned with your coffee in hand, you were greeted by the sight of:
Your husband still brooding in the corner, muttering about betrayal.
A?-rank!Jinwoo gently bouncing Aera in his arms with a soft, almost boyish expression.
E-rank!Jinwoo letting Suho climb all over him, grinning like an idiot despite his slightly disheveled state.
You sighed deeply and sipped your coffee. âI swear, they are in so much trouble.â You muttered.
Baby Aera, hearing your voice, turned toward you and squealed,
âMa-ma!â
At least that was something.
ââoOoââ
BONUS:
Chaos. Absolute chaos.
There was no other word to describe the utter pandemonium that unfolded in your living room.
You barely reacted when the ceiling decided to gift you another migraine.
CRASH.
You remained sipping your coffee for the nth time today as âTrial Playerâ!You landed in a heap of dust and debris on the living room floor, looking disheveled. The younger you blinked rapidly, taking in the scene of three Jinwoos, two babies, and you casually sipping coffee in the midst of it all. Not missing the slightest detail of matching rings on your and the oldest-looking Jinwooâs finger.
âWhatâŠis⊠thisâŠ?â She scrambled to her feet, backing into a corner like a trapped animal. âThisâthis isnât real. This canât be real. I got married? I got married to Jinwoo???â âTPâ!Youâs voice went up several octaves, pointing a trembling finger at A?-rank!Jinwoo, who was still being emotionally annihilated by baby Aera, looking entirely lost in her cuteness.
âAnd I have childââ Her voice crackedas she finally registered Baby Suho with E-rank!Jinwoo. âC-ChildrenâŠâ
The chaos didnât stop there. With a snap of your finger, the cabinet door opened in your signature golden glow, fully expecting what youâd find. Sure enough, another version of yourself, younger than âTPâ!YouâHermit!Youâcame tumbling out, looking disheveled and thoroughly irritated.
âWas that really necessary?! I was fine where I wasââ
Hermit!You didnât get to finish her complaint because E-rank!Jinwoo, with Suho hanging off his shoulder like a delighted little koala, wrapped his arms around her in a hug like heâd just found the missing piece of his soul.
âYou,â E-rank!Jinwoo said, his voice soft and full of awe. âItâs you. My benefactorâŠâ His hold on her tightened, and he rested his chin on her shoulder with a dazed, but definitely an incredibly happy-kind of expression.
âThank you.â
Hermit!you combusted on the spot. In record time. You could practically see the steam coming out of her ears, spluttering incoherently, completely immobilized as Suho patted her cheek.
Meanwhile, âTPâ!You was hyperventilating.
Before you could even begin to address the madness, your husband decided to add to the chaos. Suddenly revitalized after his earlier devastation, Jinwoo marched over, picked you up with one arm, and hoisted âTPâ!You up with the other.
He sandwiched his face between your chests with a satisfied groan, a gesture you were all too familiar with. âTPâ!You, however, was not.
Her flustered as she flailed in his grip.
âW-What are you doing?! Unhand me, youâyouâperverted future me husband thing!â
You could feel Jinwooâs hold tightening on both of you.
âIâm in heaven,â he declared, his dreamy murmur muffled against your skin.
You remained perfectly calm, sipping your coffee with a smile. âYou will be,â you said sweetly, your tone saccharine enough to curdle milk, âif your wandering hands on my younger version donât stop, dear.â
Jinwoo froze. âTPâ!you stopped struggling in horror. Hermit!You, still in E-rank!Jinwooâs hold, managed to mutter, âOh, sheâsâIâm scary.â
ââŠNoted, my love.â he said meekly, though he made no move to put either of you down.
And as you took another sip of your coffee, watching everything and nothing at the same timeâ
System?
{âŠYes?} {âŠYes?} {âŠYes?}
âThere were three of them? âŠOf course, there were. Your migraine wasnât going anywhere anytime soon.
You, Neonie, and Tusk are in timeout until further notice.
{ (â„ïčâ„) }
All of you.
{ (â„ïčâ„) } { (â„ïčâ„) }
âŠJust prepare the memory-alter mechanism while youâre at it.
In another plane of existenceâ
Butterflies to each other versions of them in eerie synch: âHello! ~â
Two versions of shadow soldiers simultaneously: âBy our King(s?)âs will and our Queen(s?)âs benevolence, thereâre triple of themâŠâ
Three Neonies praying for their life: âMother is going to kill meâŠâ
Two Tusks also not knowing what to do: ââŠat least our Liege(s?)âs seems (kinda) happyâŠ?â

End Note:
Extra explanations for those who's confused:
E-rank!Jinwoo: The version of Jinwoo before the system, haven't meet you (Hermit!You at the time), already aware of someone helping him.
Hermit!You: The version of you freshly out of the garden, still pretty isolated, already started helping E-rank!Jinwoo in secrecy.
A?-rank!Jinwoo: The version of Jinwoo after the system, already meet 'TP'!You but is still at the getting-to-know you stage, still not fully trusting you.
'TP!You: The version of you already discovered by A?-rank!Jinwoo, before his rank reevaluation.
Just "You" and "Jinwoo" (exclusive to this draft): Already married and have kids in the revised timeline.
It's straight back to college for me tomorrow đ„č
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Anywaysâhappy reading, everyone! đ
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Irrevocably Yours
a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.
Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.
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It was becoming too muchâhow you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldnât control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.
Youâd managed to keep that side of yourself under wrapsârelatively speakingâby focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.
But that wasnât enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadnât meant for it to happen; youâd kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.
You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didnât become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.
Wrong.
You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadnât anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. Heâd ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you werenât crossing a line.
It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit youâlike a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldnât possibly be infatuated. That wasnât you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?
Wrong again.
You didnât anticipate Leviathanâs persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)
Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into loveâso completely in love. But just because you were in love didnât necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?
Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)
The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandiseâbecause how dare he love anything else but you?!âthe overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else⊠it all started to eat away at you.
All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.
But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didnât want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)
It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledgeâlike taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasnât like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, youâd discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least thatâs what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadnât snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)
Still, you knew deep down that you couldnât continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heartâbut you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)
That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pureâat least, thatâs what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)
âI canât,â you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathanâs invitation to hang out. âI have plans with Beel.â
âP-Plans?â he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. âCome on, itâll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.â
The way he looked at youâso sweet, so hopefulâalmost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. âI already said I canât. Iâll hang out with you afterwards.â
With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.
When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.
And maybeâjust maybeâif you hadnât been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.
This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathanâs invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothingâmostly your pantiesâbegan to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasnât just your imagination.
It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your thingsâand how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat cafĂ©. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew youâd have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.
Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.
Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldnât quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.
âLevi?â you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.
âDid you have fun with Satan?â he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didnât move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for somethingâfor a slip, a crack in your composure.
âI did,â you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasnât just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathanâs brothers.
Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.
âW-would you like to come to my room? We havenât s-spent time together,â he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.
You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself youâd make it quickâjust a few minutes in his room, and then youâd leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didnât want to see the signs right in front of you).
âSure.â A word that sealed your fate.
As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed youâd need to escape.
When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines⊠So why were you feeling like thâoh.
Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadnât even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.
You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.
âLevi, thatâs⊠my stuff, my clothes,â you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.
âWhy have you been avoiding me?â he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.
This wasnât what you expected. Leviathan wasnât supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasnât goodâyou didnât want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.
He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.
But you couldnât give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.
âDonât make me ask you again,â he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldnât have been so arousing to you).
âThings were getting too⊠intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,â you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.
âIntense?â He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things youâd done behind his back, all the secrets you thought youâd kept hidden.
But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do thisâyou could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).
âI know you want me. At first, I couldnât believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.â He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. âI could even feel your envy, your jealousy when Iâd game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasnât you.â
You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.
âI thought things were going well,â he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, âbut then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.â As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.
He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badlyâyou wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.
âI need you to explain yourself. Now.â His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. âLevi, this just isnât⊠healthy. Iâm trying to do better.â
He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing heâd ever heard. âWe want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?â
His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).
âIt does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?â you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).
âYou, better than anyone, should know that you arenât going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.â He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.
âL-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,â you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.
âFor someone who wants me just as badly, youâre protesting too much.â His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. âBut donât worry, Iâll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesnât work, well, I donât mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldnât help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher heâd get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)
âLevi, please. We canât,â you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already outâscales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
âFine, I guess weâll do this the hard way,â he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.
You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moanedâa deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your bodyâwhen he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.
With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didnât waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wantedâno, you neededâhim so badly it ached.
He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cuntâtwo at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.
He didnât give you a moment to adjust, didnât let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.
You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadnât even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.
Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didnât stop, didnât slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.
It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.
But he wasnât done. Not even close.
He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didnât bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cockâno, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.
âThis messy cunt belongs to me,â Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. âYou belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I donât even want you leaving my room at all.â
You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldnât deny it anymoreâcouldnât even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.
âDo you understand?â Leviathanâs tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.
âLevi!â you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.
âI asked you a question. Do you understand?â Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didnât respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. âOr are you so cock-drunk already that you canât even answer me?â
âIâI understand,â you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. âBut that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.â
âFuck,â he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.
The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didnât give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. Youâd always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.
Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.
You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathanâs cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.
Leviathanâs eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of youâcompletely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasureâsent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.
You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.
He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state heâd left you in.
For a moment, he just looked at youâas if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that heâd claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.
You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerousâbut it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.
You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didnât have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.
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Hello!! Hope this finds you well! đ Could I request Ace, Deuce and Epel with a Yuu who's autistic and info dumps (Like mega yapper level) on people once she trusts them? Can be romantic or platonic idc. Tyy!
YES OF COURSE!đ I really hope I depict Autism correctly because writing a serious topic wrongly is my worst fear, my sons autistic though so I think I know what itâs like! Iâm sorry this is short,. Itâs 4am Iâm dryingđ„ (Btw assuming you wanted Fem!reader because you put she) Enjoy!đ
A/N: Call the chiropractor cause Iâm BACK đ
Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade and Epel Felmier!
Summary: You have autism which causes you to have a habit of yapping and oversharing about your interests, how do they react to that?
info: Fem!Reader, Platonic or Romantic, fluff.
CW: cursing and probably Ooc and I donât proofread at all.

Ace Trappola!
Ace gets bored easily, if someone is saying boring shit, heâll tell them theyâre saying boring shit. He thought you were were a little too quiet when he first met you being a janitor at the start of the school year, oh how things have changed nowâŠ
it started whenever anything happened that reminded you of your special interests and you went into a full pledge yap fest, he was gonna kinda overwhelmedâŠ
âHuh?? What??â He looked at you with an eyebrow lifted
âYes itâs and just like that and itâs AMAZING and fills me with JOY!â You squealed, talking about something from your home world, twisted wonderland has been missing OUT.
âSo interesting⊠kinda bad I didnât really get half of itâŠâ
âIâll tell you again!â
âYou donât have t- okay go.â
As stated, he gets annoyed when people talk to much about stuff heâs not interested in, he wasnât annoyed with your talking though, more so confused, but hey, you listened to him rant too so fair deal right? But itâs different, youâre so entertaining. Youâre so entertaining, your eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store is pure teasing material, but you look too happy to even tease! And he thought he could never hold himself back from teasing!
But itâs not only your reaction that gets him to seem interested, your interests actually seem fascinating to him that he ask questions and laughs at finding out new information. Haha you made him into a nerd you love him.
âHey, you quiet, got any crazy stories for me? Your world was on something I swearâŠâ please keep yapping, head is full of mental notes.

Deuce Spade!
Deuce had always been a good listener, no matter if it interested him or not he would try his best to be attentive! Though he gets a little sleep if itâs not the most mins provoking for him at leastâŠ
When you start start your rants to Deuce out of the blue, heâs a little startled since you were so reserved, but accepted it with open arms and understanding! And also indulging lokey.
âMhm MhmâŠThatâs so cool you mention that because I remember reading something like that in one of my comic books! It was a short series but it was really good!â He bounced with joy
âOh my gosh yes I love short series! That trope is so amazing I love when itâs used in books! Oh and besides booksâŠ!â You emitted his joy back, you guys will never stop talking, so evil.
Unlike Deuce, he isnât the best at remembering everything with his mind, mental notes swarmed after a while by so much more. Which is what lead him to making a whole note for you in his notes app just about your interests!
22: She likes calico critters (little animals)
23: she REALLY likes tiramisu and the way itâs made
24: She likes collecting pins
He will NOT be forgetting.

Epel Felmier!
Epel himself is very quiet and reserved at first but is super out going and talkative with the people heâs comfortable with, so hey, he gets it!
Epel is really interested in your culture, by that I mean your world and what happens there, he likes to link events back to Twisted Wonderland, itâs fun, plus you care about his mall village, why should he not care about your literal world?
âHuh? Well lookey that! Weâve been doin that for a while here!â
âReally? I would love to go there! It just reminds me of own of my favorite places, and you donât understand itâs SO pretty and landscapy!â You whipped out your phone to show him a picture
âNot better than my harveston!â He puffs his chest out with a proud smile
âHere look!â
Woah, gorgeous. Like you.
He giggles in his mind, with the most love and respect, you remind him of a little rooster that keeps croaking but canât do it fully so itâs just high pitched.
he will ALWAYS stay tuned for the yapđđœ
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My Chosen Beloved - [Zhongli] GN
blurb:
In ancient Teyvat, you worship your Lord of Geo as much as the next villager. When you hear that you're cursed by something unknown, your fears are only confirmed when you're given to your Archon as a sacrifice to save your village. Only, it turns out you're not quite the sacrifice you thought you were. OH, turns out, you're to be wedded to your Archon. Except, since arriving at his hidden chambers, you've seen neither hide nor hair of him. Only his pet dragon, Morax, lazes about in the mountainscape to accompany you. Welp, new best friend! Even if it is a sassy lizard. What... What do you mean, he is the sassy lizard...
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kinda chaotic [name], sugestive at the end, arranged (??) marriage trope except he arranged it, Zhongli is a little shit, i think he's slightly OOC im SO sorry, dragonli, young Morax?? but not quite, ancient teyvat au (kind of), swearing, might do a part 2
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"Cursed!?" You cry out in horror, "I'm cursed!?"
"Not cursed, dear one," The sweet old lady hums, swishing around your cup of left over tea leaves, "just marked."
"Oh, oh good," You feign relief, "so I'm a target."
"Oh hush you," The tea reader swats you over the head, "you fret too much. Besides, there's more I've yet to see..."
You grumble to yourself under your breath, rubbing your sore spot with a pout before sitting and waiting for the rest of her verdict. The woman hums lowly, a content smile on her delicate old features as she keeps her eyes trained on the semi-warm yunomi cup in her hands.
"Ooh, would you look at that," She hums happily, "a crescent star--how wonderful. You will have an unusually large fortune happen upon you..." she swishes the cup once more, "and... ah! And these are... indeed! Health and happiness shall befall you! Though beware, a great sacrifice must you omit in your coming days for this to be achieved."
You sigh to yourself quietly, smiling softly with a shake of your head, "Thank you, grandma."
You place a small pouch of coins atop her tattered, velvet cloth table as you move to stand.
"Ah, ah, ah!" She tuts, eyes wide as she stares at your tea leaves, "my child... I see that someone has their eye on you; beware of whom it is that you trust, deary. Not all things are as they seem..."
You feel a shiver crawl up your spine, and you squeak; you feel your soul levitate.
You gain a cold sweat, "T-Thanks, granny..."
"It's no problem, child!" The old lady beams, positively ignorant of your terror, "come back anytime. It's always such a joy to read for you..."
"Aha, yes. I-I'm sure..." You wince, smile strained, "um... goodnight, granny."
"Goodnight, dear one!"
You're quick to leave the quaint tea shop, placid smile immediately dropping into one of panic. Ever since you'd gone up that stupid magical mountain or whatever, you'd felt these odd shivers down your spine, like someone was watching you.
Constantly.
Or, nearly constantly. It usually stopped when you got to your house--at least this stalker had some decency.Â
It certainly didn't help that there was an apparent raid being planned on your village, an attack that you'd all been warned about by an anonymous.
It was a curse of sorts, unleashed by an old enemy of your land's beloved Archon, Rex Lapis. The main city of Liyue is only small at this time, and the adepti, each to their own, have additionally been busy with protecting the various other scattered villages around the land.
You were given fourteen days to figure out a solution.Â
Now, there's only three left.Â
You shudder, once again feeling a pair of eyes glaring into you from archons knows where, and you let out an angsty huff, crossing your arms over yourself.Â
"Great," You crinkle your nose, "now I'm even more paranoid."Â
"A WHAT!?"Â
Ah, what a wonderful start to the morning, with two days left before the presumed attack.Â
The whole village gathers with murmurs of concern, pity, and fear.
In seeing no other way to prevent the attack, the town elder had announced a last resort solution, as provided with help from the adepti.
A sacrifice is to be made and sent to the stone mountains where it is told that their Great Lord and his dragon reside. A sacrifice must be made to their Archon in exchange for protection from the oncoming curse.
And with consultation from Adeptis Cloud Retainer and Moon Carver, you were chosen to be the offered one.Â
"You want me to be a WHAT!?" Your eyes practically bulge from your head, and a panic rushes through you, thoughts spiralling as your heart tightens painfully in your chest.
Your outburst garnered further chatter from the rest of the town, some shouting their concern for you, others in protest of the decision made--but ultimately, it wasn't up to them.
The adepti themselves had chosen.Â
Your ears rang with a high pitch, gaze hazy as you grew dizzy, struggling to breathe.
You couldn't hear what anyone else was saying--and quite frankly, you didn't want to, nor did you care.
A further immense feeling of fright pierced through you, causing your knees to buckle. It was those eyes again.Â
'Dear archons,'Â You thought to yourself fearfully, 'am I going to die?'
The next forty-eight hours went by too fast, consisting of preparation for your departure, where a group of villagers would later escort you to the mountains and present you at its base before returning home.
And where you would be left alone, alongside barrels of fruit and meat offerings, and baskets of their finest silk and gold.
Then, it would be up to their Great Lord to make the decision.Â
And so there you had been, fearful and adorned in opaque silks and fine threads, arms and legs decorated with pretty golden jewellery for an extravagent yet elegant appeal.
Your heart stuttered painfully in your chest, breath uncomfortably stuck in your throat as paranoia and terror consume you simultaneously. The feeling of eyes being burnt into your form had never left, and they had never felt so intense until then.
Staring at the mountain base with your back to the open field behind you, you felt your very soul ice over as a dark shadow swallowed you. You hadn't dared to look back, eyes wide with your skin pricked, breath stagnant as your base most instincts went wild; run.
But you felt you were dead before it had even approached.
You don't remember anything from that point on, only recalling a behemoth silhouette drowning yours before everything went silent and dark.
You had fainted.
But freedom! You cry in your mind, finding yourself awake inside a palace worthy bedchamber. You weren't eaten! Yay! CELEBRATE FOOL.
You notice a soft quilt upon you, its fabric smooth to the touch. Your hands tremble ever so slightly, nerves recovering from being shot. You swallow thickly, unsure of what to expect as you observe your surroundings.
The room is heavenly. Much grander than even the nobles in the nearest city, the room is vast and elegant, with artworks and calligraphy engraved into the stone walls. Cor lapis illuminates it all, along with the plentiful golden intricacies.
An elaborate archway to your left is separated from your room by a semi-sheer curtain, and you can hear the ever so soothing tinkling of water. A bathroom.
Placed along that same wall is a beautiful vanity and smaller archway separated similarly to the other. You can spy a more than generous number of hanging fabrics and neat, polished crates--a wardrobe.
The opposite side of the room displays practically half a library. Gorgeous bookshelves line the walls with ornate pillars and decorative foliage, a grand desk situated nearby with an equally as exquisite chair. The floor is covered by a soft carpet, accompanied by various cosy and inhumanely large pillows.
Nevermind, you must have been eaten, because this looks like heaven.
Mouth agape in bewilderment and disbelief, you slowly slip out from beneath the covers, tip toeing along the cool flooring into the middle of the room.
Your eyes graze over everything, and you're tempted to throw yourself indulgently into the giant pile of pillows just begging to be laid on.
Yet you restrain yourself because where the hell are you.
The large door across from you looks promising.
It takes a good hard push from you before it opens, though once it does the doors part for you effortlessly on their own. You pause, peeking out into the hallway skeptically before actually stepping out.
The door shuts quietly by itself one you're out of its way.
Interesting.
The corridor itself is daunting, both in size and extravagence. One side leads to an archway concealed by a thick red curtain, whilst the other reveals an opening into what appears to be a sun room.
Well, that looks promising.
Like everything else, the area is expansive and elegant. Sunlight bathes everything in a soft, golden glow, and water trickles pleasingly from ornate divets in the high stone walls, following a painstakingly carved path down into a rivet in the ground that outlines the floor plan.
Looking up into the high ceiling, your mouth drops in awe at the crystal clear glass encasing. In an octagonal, dome shape, the largest panes showcase stained glass designs, threading rainbow highlights here and there.
Thriving vines decorate the roofs edge, neatly climbing down the walls and curling around the spaced pillars that hold it all together. The plantation has been carefully placed as to not obstuct or corrode the ornate architecture.
In the centre of the room is a mound of silks and pillows with gold trims and intricacies, a large serpentine figure curled atop the delicate fabrics gracefully as it slumbers.
What.
Pause.
A dragon.
A fucking dragon.
Morax, Rex Lapis' dragon.
And you know it's Rex Lapis' dragon because who fucking else would have a dragon.
Your mouth drops in absolute horror at what you've stumbled upon, and you start to backtrack in silent terror when the slumbering creature begins to shuffle.
You internally curse yourself as the thing emits a sleepy grumble that vibrates the floor before locking eyes with you.
It blinks drearily, lazily yawning and smacking its maws before learning towards you with lidded amber eyes and a grounding purr.
You've been frozen in utter fear for the entirety of its slow awakening, and it huffs warm air into your wide eyed face once its levelled with you.
You let out a frightened squeak, blinking rapidly to recover from the assault while the serpentine creature rumbles contently. It looks... entirely unbothered by your presence.
You can't quite tell what it's thinking, its eyes watching you ever so intently, yet with a peculiar fondness that has you puzzled.
"He.. Hello, dragon," Your voice cracks, and you take a hasty bow to make up for it, "uh! Morax. Um, am I... aren't I suppose to be, uh, eaten..?"
Morax blinks at you cluelessly.
"As, uh, in sacrifice?"
The dragon huffs at you again, though this time much more sharply, as though offended. An odd keen gets stuck in its throat as it tilts its head before shaking out its mane.
Then, Morax leans towards you again with a grumbling coo, as though attempting to soothe you before nudging its large muzzle at your chest.
You stumble back from the unexpected contact, but the being only prods at you again until you gently guide its nose away with both hands. It retreats back into the rest of its curled form, watching you expectantly.
You reach a hand to where Morax had been poking, touching the thick cor lapis pendant situated on your chest in the shape of the geo symbol, secured by a deceivingly delicate looking gold chain.
"Oh this?" You look down at it from your awkward angle, "is something wrong with it?"
Morax lets out a curt grumble, not in warning or any form of vexation, but as a sort of prompt. Not quite.
You furrow your brows, "Then... does it mean something?"
Its grumbles again. Closer.
Your mind blanks, and you stare back at the beast that just blinks at you slowly. It makes no more sounds to edge you forwards, nor anymore mortion to aid your thinking. Instead, it watches you patiently, expectantly. Fondly.
"...You wanna... you wanna tell me?"
Your features flatten when the dragon emits an exaggerated yawn, crossing its massive paws and laying its head down upon them.
"Oh, you've got an attitude, you know," You frown at the mythical thing, and it closes its eyes teasingly in cheek.
You look at your pendant again. It had been provided by the Adeptis, and passed onto the village chief for when the chosen had been annouced. Then it was later given to you at the end of all your preparations, and you've been wearing it since.
Funnily enough, your preparations were similar to those of your wedding traditions--the older women fussing over your appearance while the men gathered gold and jewels to toss and offer up in symbolizing a rich, fruitiful future for the beweddeds.
The pendant is a similar heirloom typically passed from the more forthright intended to their beloved, as a way to show both their devotion, and their will to provide and protect.
The heirloom is usually something that represents the family from which it is given, as the receiver takes on their last name.
But your pendant is the geo symbol, your Archon's insignia.
Holy freaking shit you're wearing your Archon's insignia and it's not a vision.
Your stomach drops.
"O-Oh my god!" The pendant drops back into place on your chest, and you stare wide eyed at the serpent that daringly matches your panicked gaze, "I-I'm our Lord's intended!?"
"You're my one true friend Morax. But don't tell anyone I said that, that's kinda sad."
You distractedly scrub the dragon's scales by his neck, having moved on from his claws. You're dressed in thin bathing silks that cling to your figure from the water, parts of the fabric sheer upon your skin. You're not bothered though, it's only you and the dragon in this huge manor.
For the week or so that you've spent here, you've seen neither hide nor hair of your dear Archon. One part of you is curious as to why, seeing as this is his abode, though the other shudders at the prospect of running into him in person. You're still not mentally prepared for that.
You don't know how to talk to a god! Let alone how to your god--and that's not even mentioning the fact that you're technically supposed to be married to him.
Yeah. You've figured it out now.
No, you had not been sentenced to your death. No pain or any form of violence has been inflicted since your arrival, unless you want to count the dragon tormenting you with the fluff of its tail.
Stupid dragon.
Speaking of the damned creature, you've taken solace in its company. Although non-human, the dragon is a sentient being of its own, and though large and very much built for battle, Morax has been nothing but patient and gentle.
Ever so aware of your smaller being, the dragon has been careful with its every motion, bending its languid body elegently and fluidly to accomidate you. Even in a playful mood, Morax takes great care not to jostle you or startle you so.
You've claimed the overgrown reptile as your best friend in claws!
Morax had preened at the proclamation.
"Has our Lord been taking care of you? I haven't seen him once since I've been here. Do you think I've scared him off?" You snicker, wringing out the soaked cloth in the floral water you're seeping in, "ah, yes. As I am everything he should fear in a spouse. A merciless tongue and a non-existent sleep schedule."
In the furthest depths of this absolutely insanely huge manor, palace or whatever, is an opening in what you presume to be the back of the mountain.
Walls opening into a magnificent waterscape with a lazy lake and picturesque waterfalls, vines and flowers and brush decorating the scene with giant trees overshading parts of the water.
Morax snorts at your accusations, nostrils puffing non-aggravated smoke.
You move on to delicately rinsing the dragon's mane in parts, fingers sifting through the long, smooth fur to untangle any knots.
"Is he kind?"
From its once sleep tempted state, the beast perks up, opening its eyes to gaze at you. Sensing Morax's confusion, you give a tender smile while you brush a hand through its mane and over its scales.
"My betrothed, our Lord," The dragon croons softly, leaning its massive head down to rest its chin on your lap as you chuckle bashfully, "only you and the adepti know what he's really like. When he's not attending his duties, I mean."
You swallow thickly, worry glazing your eyes before being swiftly masked by a ginger smile as Moraz nudges you.
"I just... to be wedded to our Lord is just a fantasy. Who could I ever amass to in comparison to our Archon? I... don't think he will be cruel. But," Your eyes flutter to the side unsurely, "I don't want to live a lie."
Your heart pangs in your chest, and you slow in your movements which begin to cease. The water ripples around you at each notion, the air still and serene. Yet, despite the peace, you feel burdened.
No, not burdened.
Your brows crease in thought.
Perhaps dejected.
Although you have yet to meet, you've been provided with an abundance of wealth. It's evident your Lord is the spoiling type.
Your room is just one example, full of things you love and could lose yourself in for hours, alongside a wardrobe full of clothes you could only ever have previously dreamed of.
And you have the entire mountain to explore to entertain yourself--and it's not as though you were trapped.
You've gone flying with Morax twice now, and further explored the wilderness surrounding with the dragon's protective supervision. If you so truly wished, you could leave these hidden chambers to go elsewhere. To be honest though, you don't trust yourself to be able to find your way back.
The food is plentiful. Visiting the kitchens each morning and night, you find a feast is laden. And during the mid-day when you're hungry, or the late hours when you're peckish, the pantries are stocked in abundance.
A warm breeze caresses your shoulders, and the sound of the water trinkling melodically echoes a tranquil tune.
Morax purrs at you, and your smile saddens as you speak a dismal truth, "I will forever worship our Lord, not just for what he has provided me, but for him in all his existence. Though I admit, my heart will carry the dual burden of heartache."
The dragon blinks at you slowly, before reeling back in all its grace with a low croon. Its eyes are lidded, looking down at you in fondness and something else you can't quite place.
You puff a breathy laugh, reaching up a hand to cup the scales on its cheek. Despite the comically drastic size difference, the mystic being leans into your touch with a rumble.
"Thank you, Morax," You murmur, awed, "but I could ask nothing more from our dearest Archon who has given so much already. I only pray that someday he will find the one with whom he can truly return their affections."
A disgruntled huff escapes from the amber dragon's maw, and it shakes its head before leaning down to carefully press its horned head against yours.
A smile traces your lips, sincere gratitude oozing from your being as your eyes slip shut, nuzzling back against the smooth and damp scales of your mythical friend.
Another kind brush of air kisses your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. From behind your eyelids, a bright flash of light is muted, though you pass it off as naught.
Suddenly though, the scales you had cupped fit much better in your palm, a sensation much softer gracing your fingertips. Your brows furrow slightly as you feel the weight of the dragon's physical presence decrease. The water around you ripples greatly, though the atmosphere itself remains undisturbed.
The winds swoop gracefully as always, musical water cascades still singing their dream inducing tinkles while the scent of the surrounding natural flora soothes you.
You hear a gentle rumble, though much softer than the dragon before you. Your eyes gradually open, slinking up to lock onto the ethereal man leant into your loving caress.
Your gaze drifts to his nose, and then his lips, observing his attire that consists of layers of intricate brown and golden silks that float atop the water's surface.
And then you gasp, meeting eternally wise amber orbs that stare into yours knowingly.
Your muscles tense and your stomach drops, and you stumble back, almost tripping in the water.
At your sudden lurch in movement, the devastatingly handsome man fixes his arms around you, a gavelly chuckle sending a flush of heat to the tips of your ears as he pulls you flush against him.
"Y-You! I--" Embarrassment in all its forms overwhelms you while your beloved Lord himself stares down at you with lidded eyes, exuding elegance and unwavering strength just as he stands.
You don't dare look him in the eye, gaze latched shamefully onto the intricate details laced on the garment covering his chest. Your shame only increases once you notice the opening in the fabric that reveals part of his chest.
"M-My Lord..!"
Humiliation causes tears to prick at your eyes painfully.
But the dragon--his dragon, he is the dragon!
Heavens above, how utterly foolish could you be!?
Weeks you have spent confiding and bumbling about with that damned beast had you spilling the deepest depths of your heart and innermost being.
You would have never behaved in such a trecherous manner had you known it was your Lord! How disgusted he must be with you. How offended he must feel for the ignorant things you have speeled!
You clench your eyes shut, almost trembling in his grasp.
"My.. My most sincerest apologies, Lord Rex Lapis. I-I must avow that for each word I have spoken I never did intend-"
"Whatever do you mean, my love?" His voice is warm and low, a pleasant gravel that slinks into your ears like honey.
Rex Lapis--Morax, your very Archon who is one in the same, pulls himself back to admire you with fond eyes. Though his gaze is ever intense, the emotion he expresses is more than palpable.
His touch is tender, careful but full of longing, "Perish such nonsense from your mind. I, apologise, dear one," He leans down hopefully to meet your gaze, "for startling you so. And for withholding my true self for so long."
You flutter your eyes open, swallowing shakily when he smiles at you oh so adoringly.
"To be honest, I was... nervous. Unsure as to how you would perceive me."
"You? Nervous?" You incredulous tone has him breathe out a laugh.
"Indeed, dearest," You flush at the endearment, able to process it past your panic this time, "it is not everyday you are intended to a God. Now though, I see I should have been the one to welcome you first and foremost."
In contrast to his gentle touches and patient tone, a familiar cheeky twinkle sparkles in his eyes, "To think you thought you were a meat offering."
You blink up at him, horridly aghast at the mention of your initial misgrievances.
Forgetting your prior reservations about him as your Lord, no longer heeding your behaviour to such, you recognise that mischevious glint just as on the first day you had arrived.
A sense of relief floods your being, and you gradually untense in his tender grasp.
Though you're still unwilling to let him off unscathed.
"Who's the one who had me snatched up on such short notice?"
A sense of sheepishness has him ducking his head in self awareness, nodding acceptingly and in apology. A pink tint lines his fair cheeks at that.
But then he glances down at your drenched attire, and his flush deepens as a desire much too long forgone has him turning up his cheek a little more than he normally would.
"Well," He clears his throat distractedly, "who wouldn't at such a delightful temptation, hm?"
And then it's your turn to feel flushed.
Although he had left you lonesome in you first few weeks of stay, he more than made up for it in the coming nights.
And in response to your apprehensions and concern in being wedded to a God, he addressed them directly by providing you with an adoring reverence than even celestia would envy.
And he continued to do so, for the many years that would come.
For he had chosen you; his one and true beloved.
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Long Time Coming - Daryl Dixon x FEM!reader
Synopsis: Reader and Daryl have been together for a long time, but have never been able to have sex. 3.8k words
minors dni/18+
Warnings: smut, fluff. So much praise! Oral f!receiving. Protected sex (kinda? they use a condom but it's expired bc duh). Daryl cums fast. I've never written smut before, I've never published anything either so go easy on me. Probably OOC Daryl. Not great writing, sorry.
âItâs quiet,â Daryl starts from his position on the couch, one of his legs propped up on the coffee table.
âYeah, itâs a little unsettling. Even back in the prison there was always growling, or Beth singing, or Carol snoring all night,â you joke lightly mimicking her snores. You plopped down on the couch next to him and leaned into him, making him put an arm around your shoulders. âIt feels safe though, yeah? Safest I've felt since the outbreak at least,â you wonder out loud, trying to gauge his feelings of your new home.Â
âYeah, I guess,â he pauses. âJust feels like I'm waiting for the shoe, y'know.âÂ
âThe other shoe?â You ask, laying your hand on his knee, glancing up at him.
âMhm, waitinâ for the shoe to drop.âÂ
You hum in understanding. âI think. . .â you trailed off thinking of your next words carefully, âI think, thereâs no use in just sittin around and waiting. Maybe we should enjoy what we have, while we have it.âÂ
He sat up and turns to look at you like you were crazy. âAnd what? What about when these picket fence bastards decide weâre not good enough, we donât contribute enough, or whatever the hell other reason they decide is fit enough to throw us to the wolves? We just let them blindside us?â he seemed incredulous.Â
âNo, honey, of course not. Iâm just saying,â you take a deep breath trying to make sure you are clear. âThis is maybe our last chance, our only chance, to live a life without running from the dead every damn day. We got used to that, it was, or maybe it still is, our new normal, but this can be too.â
âI understand, sweetheart, I'm just. . .â he trails off.Â
âNervous? On edge?â you finish for him after a moment.Â
âYou could say that,â he answers, picking up a cup of water off the coffee table, taking a sip, and sitting it back down, then leaning back onto the couch and throwing an arm over your shoulder again.Â
âI know. You run for your life, hunker down in empty houses, broke down cars, and caves for lord knows how long. Next thing you know, someone offers you not only a home, but a house? To ourselves? And food, water, walls and defenses, plus people patrolling 24/7? Itâs a big change, but this is the safest weâve been for a while. I just think we should enjoy it while we can. We can stay on edge, sleep with a gun under our pillow or whatever, but we should enjoy what we have while we have it. We can live here for a while, when shit hits the fan we can run, like we always have.âÂ
âYeah, I reckon youâre right, y/n,â he admits, pressing a kiss to your temple. âKinda boring though, innit? This whole âamerican dreamâ life.âÂ
You glanced at him and saw a small smile. âBoring?â you giggle, âI can think of something to entertain us.â You slide your hand from your lap over to his, putting your hand back on his knee and sliding it half way up his thigh.Â
âYeah? Whatâs that sweetheart?â He questions innocently, but you can see the way his cheeks are redder than earlier, and you can see the way he looks at your lips.Â
You jumped up and offered him your hand with a wink, âCome with me and I'll show you.â
âDonâ need to ask me twice,â he jumped to his feet, grabbing your hand and letting you lead him up the stairs and into the bathroom. You open the door with your spare hand and spin around pulling at his shirt and winking at him.Â
âOh I get it, you just want to see me naked, donâ ya?â Daryl teased, pulling his t-shirt off.Â
âYou know I do, baby,â you flirted, grabbing his naked waist and pulling him closer for a moment, before pushing him away and leaning over to start the water, Daryl taking the opportunity to smack your ass. You giggle and turn around with your finger pointed, ready to scold him jokingly, but he grabs your hips before you can. He yanks you into his chest and kisses you hard, trying to slip his tongue into your mouth.Â
âAt least let me get in the shower first, you horny bastard!â You laugh at him and pull away, yanking your shirt over your head and pulling your pants down and off. You feel the water to test its temperature and upon deciding it warm enough, you turn around to see him still in his pants. You reach towards his belt and pull on it, âYou joining? Or are you gonna stand there and watch?âÂ
âIâm happy to watch but Iâd much rather join,â he responds, watching you step into the warm water. He tugs his belt undone and his pants down while you turn and let the water run over you.Â
Truth is, you were a little nervous, you knew what you were initiating. Sure youâd spent most of the apocalypse together, started âdatingâ not long after arriving at the prison. Though youâd never officially talked labels, itâs been long assumed, by you and the rest of the group, that you were together. So, youâve been âtogetherâ a long time, but despite that youâd never really gone farther than oral or handjobs. If youâd had the time, then you hadnât had the solitude. If youâd had the solitude, then you hadnât had the safety. If youâd had the safety, then you hadnât had the time. It had worked out fine, in the midst of the end of the world, sexual frustration wasnât your biggest concern, youâd go as far as to say it wasnât even in the top 15. This was your third night alone in Alexandria, your group had all slept in the same house for a while before gradually settling into your own.Â
âItâs been a long time since weâve done this, huh?â you question, rubbing soap all over your body. You feel his arms wrap around you and pull your back to his chest, you lean your head back to rest on his shoulder.Â
âYouâre sexier every time,â he whispers, nipping at your ear. His hands grab the fat of your hips and grip it to pull you even closer.
âReally? You donât think I looked better when we were covered in walker guts and months of filth?â You tease him, pushing away and signaling for him to turn his back to you, and begin to clean his back with a soapy towel.Â
âYou get prettier every day, Y/N, with or without running water,â he hums out, enjoying the soft scratch of the washcloth on his body. It had taken him a long time to get comfortable being this vulnerable, but years of relying on each other has built a trust unlike any other in his life. He trusts you fully, to see him wholly and unfiltered, who he truly was inside and out.Â
 Once you both had been scrubbed you wrap your arms around his neck and push him against the wall. You brush your lips over his, testing the waters first. He grabs your face and spins you around, pressing his lips harshly against yours. You moan into his mouth and pull him closer. His arms wind around your waist when his tongue slips into your mouth, your grasp the hair at the base of his neck tightly in your fingers when you feel his leg slot between yours.Â
You grind down on his leg and gasp, throwing your head back against the wall. He takes the opportunity to kiss your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking little marks on your collar bones. You feel his hand slide from your waist up your torso to grab at your breast and your hands grab at the strong muscles of his back. He kneads your soft breast before rubbing your nipple with his thumb, he places sloppy kisses on the junction of your neck and down your shoulder. You whimper and grind harder on his leg when he pinches your nipple between his fingers, Daryl kisses back up your neck and puts his hands on either side of your face, pulling it to his to kiss it harshly.Â
âPlease, Daryl, I want you,â you whimper against his lips, he hums into your mouth and slips his tongue into your mouth. âDaryl, please,â you whine as he willfully ignores your begging.Â
You keep kissing, clawing at his back with your short nails, just trying to pull him impossibly closer to you, his arms wrap tight around your waist, holding you down on his leg to help you grind harder against his knee. One of his arms abandons your waist to grab a fistful of your wet hair and he lets it tangle around his fingers, while he kisses you even deeper.Â
âYou ready to get outta here, pretty girl?â He smirks at you. Before waiting for your answer he shuts the water off, grumbling about how youâre just gonna have to take another one later, and slides open the curtain. Daryl steps out and hands you a towel.Â
You rush past him into the bedroom, drying off and discarding your towel, then jumping on your shared bed. He walks in a few moments later, dropping the towel he had wrapped around his waist. You whistle at him teasingly, âHow on earth did I get so lucky?âÂ
He chuckles at you and sits on the bed beside your feet, running his hands up your calf, âI think I should be the one asking that, Y/N.â He crawls up to your body, pressing light kisses from your knees to your neck. If it werenât for the lust in his eyes and the way he looks at you like you were prettiest damn woman heâs ever seen you might feel insecurity creeping in.
Daryl pecks your mouth, leaving you chasing his mouth until kisses back down your stomach, notching himself between your thighs. He peppers kisses all over the inside of your thighs, avoiding the one place youâre needing him the most. He finally caves, running his thumb up your slit, brushing away the soft hair that covers your cunt.Â
âYouâre the sexiest damn woman Iâve ever seen,â he mutters, not giving you a chance to respond before he dives in, placing one long lick from your hole to your clit. The surprise movement leaves you gasping and squeezing his head between his thighs, which he softly pushes away. He does another long lick before focusing on your clit, alternating between gentle licks and circling it with his tongue. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, smiling when he hears you whimpering above him. He goes back to gentle licks and sucks, Daryl moves farther south until licking at our hole, he looks up at you for approval and instead sees a sight so beautiful he wonders what he did to deserve this. You, your back arched the perfect amount for him to see the soft expanse of your stomach leading to your breasts that were pushed into the air, one hand grasping clumsily at one of them, pulling at your nipple. With the image of you and your salty taste on his tongue he swore he could bust right then and there.Â
Daryl pushes his tongue into your hole, the mix of your wetness and his saliva creating a mess of your groin. He fucks his tongue into you, soft and steady.Â
Itâs so much, his wet tongue sliding in and out of you, his hands gripping your thighs, his nose nudging your clit every now and then. It was too much and not enough. You gasp out, âOh, my god, Daryl,â between your moans and heavy breathing. âD, you feel so good, I need more, please.âÂ
He moves one hand from your thigh up to your mouth, pulling away to whisper, âsuck on my fingers, baby.â You oblige, leaning forward eagerly to pull his thick fingers into your mouth and moan around them when he uses his other hand to squeeze your thigh. He fucks his fingers in and out of your mouth, coming up to press his mouth to yours, his tongue mingles with yours around his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and drops them to your cunt, using them to circle your clit, then sliding one inside of you, swallowing your gasps and moans in your shared kiss. He works his second finger into your pussy and abandons your lips to kiss down your chest, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth briefly, but then continuing all the way back to your clit. Your hands grasp at his hair and push his face into your cunt, his tongue going back to playing with your clit while his eyes flicker up to see yours squeezed shut and mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Your hands wind in his hair so you have something to hold on to, his tongue and fingers making your head swim. He could ask you anything right now and youâd do it in a heartbeat as long as he didnât stop. His fingers stretched you open just right and the drag of his knuckles in your pussy had you gasping for air.Â
His fingers were fucking into you hard enough in just the right spot that you were breathless, gasping each time they hit that spot. He groaned against your cunt and it left you whining and grinding against him, his spare arm wrapped around your hips drawing you even closer and holding you still against his mouth. He pulled away from you, protests falling from your lips at his withdrawal, âYouâre doinâ so good for me, Y/N, sound so fuckinâ pretty. Perfect little cunt too, you know how much I love eating your pussy, donâ ya, baby?â He draws, pressing more kisses and sucking little marks against the sensitive parts of your thighs, while his fingers slowly thrust in and out of you. You hum in response, hands trying to pull his head back to where you want- no need him most. âI want you to tell me, Y/N, tell me what you want,â He insists, his dark, brown eyes boring into yours.Â
âYou- you know what I want, honey,â you reply, face heating up, suddenly feeling almost bashful at your desperation for your partner. He pulls his fingers out of you at your less-than-satisfactory response.Â
âOh, I do, baby, trust me,â he insists. âBut I need to hear you say it. I want to hear you. Donât go getting shy on me now. Thereâs no reason to, I know you love when I give you head, you know how much I adore buryinâ my head between your sexy thighs, feeling them squeeze me while i devour you,â he pauses to slide his fingers back into you, smiling at your quiet moan. âHell, you should see the mess my cock is makinâ down here, leaking all over the blanket I just washed. Iâm humping the bed like a damn virgin while Iâm tongue deep in your pussy, sweetheart. I can feel how close you are, clenchinâ like a vice on my fingers. Now Iâd love to have you make a mess on my face, but I want you to tell me what you want first. No need in getting all bashful, sweetheart, weâve been here a dozen times before. Want to see your pretty face when you tell me, too.â
You lean up on your elbows, head foggy with need. âDaryl, I need you to make me cum, make me- make me cum all over your face,â you manage to stutter out. âThen, I need you to fuck-â your words are interrupted by a broken gasp as he dives back in, licking and sucking at your clit for all his worth. Your arms give out from behind making you drop onto your back, arching it and trying to wriggle your hips against his hold and let out breathless praises for the man eating you out like his life depends on it.Â
âFuck! Daryl, you make me feel so good,â you gasp out when he goes back to licking circles on your clit. His fingers are curling into you just right, his tongue is circling your clit perfectly, your mind is buzzing and all you can think about is him. You feel your orgasm creeping up, warmth building and muscles tightening. âI- Iâm so close, I-, oh my god, just like that, baby. Fuck, Daryl, please!âÂ
You let out more whimpers and moans, a few nearly incoherent begs, although what you were begging for was unclear, all you knew is that you were so, so close to cumming on the fingers of the man you loved more than anything. Your fingers tighten their grip on his hair, which makes him groan into you and grind harder against the blanket under him, the vibrations of his groan make you buck your hips, so he tightens his hold on you. He was lapping at your cunt like it was water and he was dying of thirst. His fingers are pressing harder into you with every little thrust and youâre sobbing out as your orgasm finally washes over you. You can feel the pleasure wash over your body, making chills erupt all over you, the heat thatâs been building in your core finally explodes and youâre shaking all over, back almost arching off the bed as he keeps lapping at you. You cunt is milking his fingers, legs shaking around his head as you moan out little gasps of his name. His fingers fuck you through the shock waves of your orgasm, but he doesnât stop his movements. Your moans turn into little high pitched gasps when he pulls his fingers out of you once you stop pulsing around them, only to slide his tongue into your opening and fuck into you. Itâs all too much, you can feel the rough drag of stubble on your soft inner thighs and his harsh grip on your ass as you come back down to reality. He finally lets up when you start to pull away from him and your grip on his hair loosens. He pulls away from you, his face glistening in the soft moon light peering in from the window. You grab at the back of his head and yank him into a rough kiss, tongues clash and the taste of your fluids on his lips and tongue make you moan into his mouth again.Â
âYouâre too good for me, Daryl, honestly. Youâre so good with your mouth, Iâd let you eat me out for hours,â you breathlessly praise him once he pulls away to catch his breath, letting his forehead rest on yours.Â
âThat can be arranged, darling,â he muses, starting to lower himself back to your pussy.Â
âNo! No, not right now. I need you. I need more of you. I want your cock, please, Daryl,â you stutter, desperation fogging your brain. âLay down, let me blow you.â
âNo, sunshine, Iâm not gonna last that long,â he insists, hissing when your hand wraps around his aching dick, using his own precum to stroke loosely. You reach into your bedside drawer for the condoms you had placed there a few days ago, they were past the expiration date, but itâs not like you can find any new ones any more, you had both decided you might as well try to use the protection.Â
âYou sure?â You ask, looking at him with hooded eyes, licking your lips and ripping open the condom.Â
âYes, Y/N,â he affirms. You slide the condom down his length and then use that hand to guide his cock to your entrance.Â
You canât help but notice his shaky breath and the way his hands are shaking beside your head, âDaryl, are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now, we can go to bed, or I can jerk you off, if youâd rather wait.âÂ
âI want to fuck ya, itâs just. . .â he trails off.Â
âBeen a long time?â You finish for him. He nods to confirm your suspicion.Â
Before you can respond he begins to push into you, your pussy aching as he stretches you out, feeling every vein of his cock as it fills you up to the hilt. Above you, heâs grunting, arms damn near giving out as he rests most of his weight on you. Heâs grunting into your ear, muttering a quiet âFuck, fuck, fuck,â as he adjusts to the tightness of your pussy around him, as you grind and squeeze against him, your body begging for me.Â
âHey, sunshine, look at me,â heâs leaning back to look you in the eye, once he got his bearings He brushes the hair out of your eyes, presses a kiss to your nose. âYou feel good, better than I coulda imagined.âÂ
âPlease, Daryl.â
In lieu of a response, he crashes his lips on yours. Pulling out almost completely and pushing back in with a broken moan, your hand flies to his hair as he begins to rut into you. Short, fast thrusts that leave you gasping with your arms tight around his shoulders. He slows his pace when your nails start to scratch down his back. âI-Iâm not gonna last long, y/n,â he moans, pulling all the way back and then thrusting back into you hard.Â
âThatâs perfect, baby, please, thatâs all I want. Jusâ want to make you feel good, yeah?â You pant out. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, his thrusts hitting so deep inside of you, you were seeing stars, his hips pushing flush against your own, you could feel his balls slap against your ass. He drops his head to kiss and suck on your neck, you tighten around him and reach down to rub our clit.Â
Darylâs moans and thrusts get more erratic, a sign you know means heâs close. âFuck, baby, I-â he gasps out.Â
âI know, I know, me too.âÂ
âIâm sorry, you just feel so damn good-âÂ
âShut up and let me feel you cum inside of me,â you demand, your voice breathless and broken, heâs stretching you out so nicely and youâre rubbing fast, eager circles on our clit. âOh- I- Iâm cumming. Oh, my god, fuck! I love you so much, Daryl.âÂ
The rhythmic squeezing of your tight pussy and your blissed out face sent him straight over the edge, he was grunting into you as you both rode out your highs.Â
Minutes later he was catching his breath, his legs shaking. âWas that worth the wait?â You joked. He laughed at you and slipped out, shaking his head at your sound of disappointment. Daryl pulled the condom off and threw it in the bin across the room.Â
In the morning he awoke before you, the sun shining across your pretty hair, he could see your relaxed face, your tits sticking out of the blanket. He wondered what he ever did to deserve this, to deserve you. Heâd fight through a dozen apocalypses if it meant being with you.Â
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đ kinktober | week two â mask kink and semi-public sex

đȘ ghostface! miguel oâhara x fem! reader đȘ
𩞠summary: run baby, run⊠(inspired from a tiktok. I tried to put the link, but I can't. Tumblr is being a butt rn)
𩞠content warning: reader and miguel are in an ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (Yâall freaky frogs), predator/prey dynamic (kinda but not really tho), eccentric behavior on both parties, mask kink (?), anal and vaginal penetration, cat and mouse chase, fucking in the woods, rough sex, VIEWERâS DISCRETION IS ADVISED AND OOC MIGUEL
𩞠word count: +1.0k words (I had to cut this DOWN SIGNIFICANTLY OMG)
𩞠authorâs notes: this was a fic that took a while to work on. viewerâs discretion is advised as this has very dark content as this displays essentric behavior on Miguel and the reader. (AGAIN, MIGUEL IS OOC)
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The anticipation killed you, nagging at you like a girlfriend pushing her ignorant boyfriend to spend time with her. After making an unexpected trip to Spirit Halloween with Miguel, the quips of mask kinks came into the store, specifically to the variety of Ghostface masks. The mask was still a prominent item to purchase, either bedazzled or showing its original look. But after the quips turned into a new thing to try, the clerk gave Miguel and you judging looks, with an employee smirking at Miguel. But here y'all were, in the middle of a thicket of woods behind a cabin you Airbnb-ed, after planning this night to the point it felt worn out like old converse to you and Miguel.
You mindlessly run deep into the woods with nothing but a tank top and underwear you picked. The race in your heart skipped a few beats, the pattern becoming unrhythmic and incomprehensible. The drumming became unbearable to withstand as your legs acted before a comprehensible thought crossed your little mind. His hands squeezed around your waist gently, causing you to squeak out into a fit of laughter.
His desire for you grew, seeing you in that white tank top waiting to be ripped off and accompanying the dead leaves. Pinning you down to the nearest tree, his fingers probed at your clothed entrance, the tips of his fingers tracing the slit-like entrance. âEstĂĄs tan mojada, hermosa.â He croons. His fingers bully their way past the gusset of your underwear, shoving the silky material to the side and shoving his fingers instead. Your pain moan filled the empty forest immediately, his fingers bullying their way in while his thumb circled tight, small circles around your clit, coaxing it to arousal.
The palm of his hand covers the bottom half of your face, shoving you against the scratchy, dry tree bark. âKeep it down. We don't wanna get uncalled attention.â He quips. He ooks deep into your eyes, and in the glisten in your eyes, he could have sworn to see little hearts in the shine of your eyes, intoxicated by his touch.
He moved his hand away from your lips and held onto the hem of the tank top before shoving said hem to your lips, shoving the cotton material between your teeth. You happily oblige, your teeth sinking into the cotton, your skin forming goosebumps against the dry material. âThere we go.â His hands caress your figure, hand squeezing your breast and slapping it after.
His hand reached down his jeans, unzipping and freeing his aching, leaky cock, begging for your walls to vacuum him in. A perturbe idea came to mind, causing you to smirk and squirm free from his hold, rushing deep into the forest. His hushed profanity could be briefly be heard had his footsteps follow behind.
âRun, baby. Because when I catch you, you are going to be screaming.â
Being slammed down to the ground sucked the lungs out of both of yâallâs lungs. You giggled hysterically, feeling Miguelâs hands work quickly on the waistband of your panties. Being forced on your hands and knees stung, the dead leaves and sticks digging into your skin, but the warming boil in your lower stomach took over.
You involuntarily squirm your hips to free yourself from the soaking undergarment. âMira lo mojada que estĂĄs para mi.â His fingers run down your entrance, collecting your sticky discharge on his fingers and coating his tip. âYouâre such a good girl, arenât you?â He exhaled through his teeth.
His hand is wrapped around the arousing length and taps his tip against your entrance. Glancing over your shoulder, you shoot an annoyed look. âReally?â You exhale the question. âCanât go breaking, canât I, cariño?â Miguel smirks, your cheek engraving a cheek mark on the loose dirt. You raise your rear to his hips, barely feeling his tip slip into your pussy. âNo, not yetâŠâ He chuckles, moving the tip upwards. âJust trust me on this.â He taps at your tight hole. âOkayâŠâ You whine before the slow stretch and burn overwhelms you. âJesusâŠ!â You cry out, burrowing your face into the dead leaves. âYouâre taking me so well, cariño.â
âYouâre so bigâŠâ You babble to him as your fingers reach up to play with your needy pussy. âTell me something that I don't know.â His voice purrs, shoving your hand away and using his instead, working on your puffy clit.
A string of profanity escaped your lips, keeping up with the overstimulation. âYour ass is gripping me like a vice, like it never wants to let me go.â Your hands grasp onto the dead leaves while your eyes roll up to your skull, the burning subsiding into pleasure. A breathless moan escaped, keeping up with the soft thrusts.
His fingers push in, bullying into your fluttering walls. âGood girl.â He purrs, his soft thrusts whiplashed you, sucking the air out of your soul.
The struggle was in the air as your lungs exhaled more air. Only soft, struggling groans escaped, barely strong enough to produce a moan.
âThere we go, you're doing so well.â Miguel fetes, slowly retreating his fingers away from your greedy pussy. âKeep doing what youâre doing. Being a pretty little thing for me.â
The painful lights of white light brightened the environment. You glanced over your shoulder at the familiar pink phone case above you. âYou look beautiful, querida.â He rasps, and his slow thrusts become harsh and rapid. Strings of profanity escaped both of yâall as you reached down to play against your clit instead. âKeep goingâŠâ He whispers. His hips snapped against yours, his balls slapping against the swell of your rear.
âIâm almost, almost there.â He exhales and yanks off the Ghostface mask, showing his sweaty yet glistening face. The perspiration dripped onto your backside, the sweat droplets rolling down your skin.
The barely comprehensible response you could produce, let alone give is the sound of a soft splash under you, landing on the decaying leaves. âIâm almost thereâŠâ He repeats before he pulls his cock out and groans. The new sticky warmth splattered against your back, allowing his semi-hard cock to rest against the plush of your rear. âYou look so pretty, hermosa.â The shudder sound of the camera on your phone greets you back to reality.
âYou look so pretty in the color white.â
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On Your Side
Melissa Schemmenti x Reader based off of these prompts: âPlease donât lie to me again, I canât take it.â And âGo with me?â âAs long as you hold my hand.â Kinda ooc Melissa? BFFs Melissa and Jacob.
If Melissa had known how her week would start she wouldâve stayed on the couch with you on Sunday instead of hosting family dinner. The day starts just as it always does, you curled up behind the redhead with your arm wrapped around her in a comforting hold lazily moving your fingers up and down the soft skin of her stomach.
âI have to get up, Amore.â Melissa hums through a stretch turning to face you.
Meeting green eyes and a freckle dusted nose you crane your neck kissing the tip of her nose making her smile. âYou sure I canât talk you into canceling and staying in this nice, comfy bed with me all day?â
Melissa laughs pecking your lips. âI love the sound of that. But you know how my mom is.â
As if right on cue, a knock comes from the bedroom door with a frantic Jacob on the other side.
âMel Mel! I scrubbed the living room, dusted the plastic, and wiped down the china cabinet. Weâre on schedule!â
âI do love that kid.â Melissa whispers with an adoring smile, playing with your hair as she lifts her head.
âThanks, Jacob! Iâll be out in a minute!â
Sighing contently you close your eyes for a moment longer enjoying the warmth of the space you two share. âI suppose Iâll let you go.â You joke shifting to sit up.
âYouâre cominâ back tonight right?â Melissa asks as she gets out of bed, milky skin on full display in the morning sun rays.
âOf course. Maybe I can get some lesson planning done without Venus herself distracting me for a few hours.â
âI didnât hear you complaining last night,â the redhead tosses a wicked grin over her shoulder.
Leaving Melissaâs house with a kiss, you donât think anything of the family get together as you get chores and work done at home. Youâve been together for about six months, but Melissa wasnât ready to subject you to a family dinner just yet. Hours later, Melissa is baking to death in the kitchen while Jacob runs around like the energizer bunny entertaining the Schemmenti family.
âMelissa, thereâs a guy here.â Jacob whips around the corner in frantic fashion.
âYeah, my cousins and uncles are out there. Lots of guys around.â
âNo, Melissa. your mother invited a guy over here. To see you.â
Melissa looks at the young teacher confused, taking the dish towel off of her shoulder as she moves through the door to the noisy dining room. The cousins are sat around munching, the uncles are yelling at their sons, and Teresa is smiling at a tall man with dark hair that Melissa hasnât seen since her own wedding.
âMa, you didnât tell me to set an extra plate.â She huffs over the noise. âHey, Nathan. Good to see ya.â
âHey, Mel. I didnât mean to crash, your mom called me up the other day.â Nathan chuckles, a bottle of wine in hand offering it out.
âDonât worry about it,â Melissa gives a friendly smile taking the bottle putting it with the others on the table.
As everyone settles at the table and digs into their plates, Melissa soon realizes why her mom invited an old friend over.
âMelissa, Nathan is single you know.â The older woman smiles.
âOh yeah? Ya know, youâd like my boss at Abbott. Sheâs- something.â She chuckles not thinking anything of the comment until she sees Kristen Marie shoot their mother a look.
âI invited him here for you, silly.â Teresa shoots back sipping her wine.
Nathan looks confused, Melissa looks angry, and Jacob looks like heâs just seen the devil himself.
âMa, donât start with me.â Melissa rolls her eyes, the family now eerily quiet at the table as the redhead brushes the comment off. âJacob, howâs the garlic bread?â
And that was the end of that. Until everyone but Teresa and Kristen Marie leave the house. Nathan left apologizing to Melissa, now the redhead has to deal with the matriarch of the family. Cleaning the table of dishes Jacob keeps his head down trying to keep his attention elsewhere as the three women stand in the kitchen.
âWhat the hell was that, ma?â Melissa demands crossing her arms. Had she done this as a child, she most definitely would have been swatted with the wooden spoon.
âWhat? I was only trying to help you, Melissa.â She shrugs continuing to wash a pan.
Kristen Marie sips more wine, eyes going back and forth between the two like watching a tennis match.
âHelp me with what? Make my dinner uncomfortable for no reason?â Melissa quirks a brow not backing down.
âIs it so bad I want my daughter to settle down again?â
âMa!â She finally snaps. âI am settled down, you know I have a girlfriend.â
âOh Melissa, come on. When you get out of your midlife crisis youâll want to settle down properly.â
Kristen Marie opens her mouth but before she can say anything Jacob comes into the kitchen moving to stand between Melissa and Teresa. The redhead stands in what can only be described as shock, knowing that no matter what she wonât make her mother happy.
âAlright, I know Iâm not a blood relative but I consider Melissa and I friends,â he glances over his shoulder at his older mentor, âand I canât have you disrespecting her decisions in her own house. I hate confrontation and I kinda want to puke right now but I canât listen to it anymore.â He rambles in Jacob like fashion.
This stuns the matriarch, rendering her speechless glaring daggers at the man.
âPipsqueak is right.â Kristen Marie cuts in. âI like the girl, sheâs the only one of Mellyâs conquests that can keep up with my wit.â
âWoah, maybe donât call her a âconquestâ of all the titles out there.â Melissa finally speaks, giving her a thankful look only her little sister can understand.
âWell, weâll see how long this lasts.â Teresa sighs. âKristen Marie, letâs go.â
With a soft look from her sister and the adrenaline rushing through her veins Melissa breaks as soon as the front door closes.
âMelissa, Iâm sorry if I-â Jacob begins, only to be cut off by a hug.
âThanks, kid.â Melissa fight back tears as her hands rest on his back in a soft hug.
Stiffening for only a moment, Jacob returns the hug with a small smile on his lips.
âAnytime, Mel Mel.â
Melissa pulls back glaring at him. âStop callin me that. And, letâs not mention this to anyone okay?â
Smiling, Jacob nods and heads for the doorway. âYou got it, Mel Mel.â
That night when you return back to Melissaâs you find yourself back in her bed like earlier that morning. tv volume on low as you run your fingers through her hair you wonder what happened at dinner. As soon as you walked into the house, Melissa was extra affectionate hardly letting you out of her sight for the rest of the evening.
Giggling when you feel soft lips against your neck you smile to yourself. âMaybe I should spend all day at my place more often if cuddly Melissa is who I get when I come back.â
âHell no,â Melissa huffs against your neck playfully nipping.
âOh,â you laugh tipping your head back into your pillow. âCareful, Schemmenti. You know I like that a little too much.â
âMmmh.â She hums kissing the spot she just nipped. âI love you.â
Your stomach flips hearing her words just like it did the first time she said them. âTi amo Tesoro.â You whisper kissing her head pulling her impossibly closer.
Monday morning comes all too fast for your liking. Years of being a teacher and it still catches you off guard, often times drinking enough caffeine to fuel a horse before eight am. That morning is no different. Sitting at your usual table with Barbara and Melissa, you sip from your mug getting a jump start on grading for the day as the others have lively conversations about their weekend.
âMel, do you have that skill building program email on your phone still?â You lean over resting your head on her shoulder.
âHere, Amore.â She hands her phone over freely going back to papers.
Sitting up straight you find the email you need, looking at the device curiously when you see a text notification from Kristen Marie.
Im sorry about Ma. Did you tell your girl?
Schooling your features you send the email to yourself and hand the phone back.
âDid something happen to your mom?â You ask worried, not wanting to miss anything in Melissaâs life.
Melissaâs head snaps up, glasses going to the tip of her nose. âNo, why ya ask?â
âKristen Marie texted you,â you shrug. You feel bad for wanting to snoop, but the way the text was worded has you worried. âSheâs okay?â
âYeah, hon. Sheâs okay.â She brushes it off giving you a soft smile.
âOkay,â you let it go for now, knowing itâll be better to bring up tonight after work.
Throughout the day the thought nags at you, sitting in the back of your mind like an annoying fly buzzing by your ear. What would Melissa have to tell you? During your prep period, you realize you canât take it anymore. Going down to the first floor you pass Jacob in the hallway.
âHey, did something happen yesterday at Melissaâs?â You ask him, only to shake your head and walk away when he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
Shoes stomping down the hall you find Melissa at her desk, her kids gone for a special.
âOkay, somethingâs bothering me.â You admit as you close the classroom door.
Melissa sighs setting her phone down. âAbout the text from Kristen Marie?â
âYes.â You nod putting your hands in your pockets. âAnd on the way down here I ran into Jacob. The kid looked terrified. So what happened?â You ask once again, almost annoyed now. âWe said when this started we would keep no secrets.â
Melissa stands up, moving to take your hands in hers. Fingers laced together you gently squeeze hoping the tremble you feel is nothing. The redhead sighs meeting your eyes.
âMa invited a family friend over yesterday, a guy Iâve known since middle school. She thought it was a good idea to play matchmaker.â
Hearing her explanation, you take a breath trying to gather your thoughts as you pull your hands away. âYour mom tried to get you a hookup, and you didnât think to tell me when I came over last night? Thatâs why you were so touchy feely?â The realization hits you.
âAmore, I didnât think it was important. You know how ma is.â She sighs watching you, unable to read you for once.
Running your hand through your hair you look up at the tile ceiling. Youâve been officially together for six months after a year of flirting and skirting around each other. Maybe Melissa was bored now. âI need some space to think.â
âHon, I didnât-â Melissa steps forward.
âStop. I just heard my girlfriend, who has a history of cheating by the way, was set up with a guy by her mother and she didnât think to tell me.â You huff trying to keep yourself composed. You were still at work even if you were hurt. âI need some time, Melissa.â
She gives you a nod, mouth agape as if to say something but no words come out. She knows she fucked up. You disappear for the rest of the day, only reappearing in her line of vision when youâre walking down the hall car keys in hand after the kids have gone.
âHon,â Melissa calls, following you out the doors.
âMelissa, I told you what I needed. Please respect it.â You all but plead with her trying to keep the interaction short and quiet.
âWill you at least text me when you get home? Please?â
âYeah, I will.â You nod not wanting to argue any further.
Standing on the steps Melissa holds her bags watching you drive off, going the opposite direction to your apartment.
âGirl, what was that all about?â Barbara finally comes out seeing the look on her friendâs face after hanging back.
âShe- I did somethin wrong, Barb, and I have to fix it.â
Barbara rests a hand on her friends arm realizing how serious this could be just by how upset she looks.
âThat girl loves you. whatever it is, make it right.â
If you wanted space, thatâs what Melissa will do. In the early days of your relationship youâd spend a day or two at her place, then go back home. Now sheâs spoiled. Sheâs gotten so used to you being in the house, your coffee mug in the cabinet, toothbrush in her bathroom, and a plethora of hoodies in her closet including one draped over the back of the couch that you deemed âThe tv watching hoodie.â
Sitting at home that night Melissa flicks through the tv channels aimlessly, only stopping when Jacob sits next to her.
âHow bad was it?â He asks cautiously.
The redhead lets out a humorless laugh. âBad enough.â She shrugs adjusting the sleeve of the hoodie she stole from you months ago.
âMaybe if you admit you thought it was for the best and explain how it went, maybe sheâll understand.â
âI sorta did, kid. Didnât work.â
Jacob hums letting Melissa have the time she needs in comfortable silence.
âShe brought up my past ya know? That hurt, that she thinks Iâd ever cheat on her.â She hums.
Jacob has been roommates with the redhead for a while now, but heâs never seen her like this. Small, nervous. So unlike herself.
âYou know,â he starts, âwhen I came out, I was already in a relationship. Having to hide it, caring about what my parents thought, it ate away at me. Having everyone at Abbott, my brother, it made all the hard times worth it.â He gently smiles. âIf you want your mom to respect you, maybe itâs time you bring her around.â
Melissa signs tipping her head back. She knows heâs right. âDammit, Jacob.â She sighs getting up, grabbing her shoes and purse. In the car she takes a breath, trying not to work herself up on the short drive to your apartment. She may or may not blow a few stop signs along the way, but she canât wait any longer. Before she realizes it Melissa is standing in the hallway of your apartment building waiting.
Opening the door you poke your head out first before opening it all the way. âMelissa what the hell? Itâs ten oâclock.â
âI know. But I need to talk to you. Please, hon.â
Reluctantly, you nod your head gesturing for her to come in. âYou coulda called me you know.â
âLike you wouldâve answered.â Melissa scoffs playfully setting her stuff down. You had definitely settled in for the night, take out on the counter in the kitchen and a blanket on the couch.
You shrug with a smirk. âMaybe on the 4th or 5th try.â
âI uh, I wanted to say Iâm sorry. For not telling you about Nathan. Heâs an old friend is all, and apparently my mother thought it was a good idea.â She explains herself. âI know keepin it from you wasnât the right choice now. But Iâd never, ever hurt you like that, Amore.â She shakes her head realizing just how small she sounds. âI did some stupid things back in the day, but not now. Never to you. Youâre it for me.â
Arms crossed you stand there listening, arms falling to your sides when she finishes. You can see the tears welling in her eyes and how sheâs playing with the sleeves of the Eagles hoodie sheâs wearing. A tell tale sign of discomfort. Outside of her eyeliner and leather jacket, sheâs vulnerable.
âMel,â you sigh opening your arms for her. She immediately pulls you into a warm embrace, arms looped around your neck and a content sigh leaving her lips. Rubbing her back in slow circles you stay in the bubble of warmth for a moment, speaking quietly. âYou know Iâll always be on your side. Please donât lie to me again. I canât take it.â
âNever. It did more harm than good. If my ma doesnât like that im happy and in love, you wonât have to ever see her.â She promises squeezing you tightly. Lifting her head she seals her promise with a kiss.
A week later, you wake up on Sunday to the redhead playing with your hair.
âGo with me, test the waters?â She hums quietly.
Giving her a tired smile you lean over kissing her nose.
âOnly if you hold my hand.â
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hey lovely, could i possibly get the below prompt from the 50 dialogue list with mattheo riddle please
28) âWhat time?â âWow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates.â
Ëàšà§âïœĄ prompt/s; âWhat Time?" "Wow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates" â from 50 dialogue prompts
Ëàšà§âïœĄ warnings; established relationship, some innuendo towards sex but itâs not explicit, uhm possible ooc mattheo?? not too sure, but that should be it
Ëàšà§âïœĄ a/n; it took me way too long to write this one (had a fight with christmas lights in between)
â thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed
youâd met Mattheo outside the locker room after practice, quickly pressing a kiss to his lips before you walked side by side towards the library.Â
Mattheo had loads of overdue assignments and homework, and you were set on helping him work through the lot.Â
his right arm went around your shoulders to pull you closer, and you squealed before pulling away.Â
âMatty! youâre all sweatyâ
you complained, but he only smirked in response. he pulled you into him again just to hear you squeal and protest.Â
his hand found its way to your chin and tilted your head back to capture your lips again, whispering against them teasingly.Â
âand here i thought you liked when i was all sweatyâ
you huffed, rolling your eyes at the innuendo in his words and untangling yourself from his arms again.Â
he just watched you with amusement, smirk still plastered across his face.Â
you were walking ahead of him, his eyes trailing your body appreciatively before you turned back to him outside the Slytherin common room.Â
âoh, i forgot to ask. what time?â
that left him a little puzzled.Â
he raised an eyebrow at you while guiding you throughout the common room and towards his dorm, setting his quidditch gear aside while you sat on the edge of the bed.Â
quickly catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and instantly flexing his arm. just how he always did, which always pulled a giggle from you.Â
he tugged off his t-shirt and tossed it aside, before he moved towards you. your eyes trailing down his body appreciatively before meeting his eyes again.Â
setting his hands on the edge of the bed on either side of you. one of his knees practically on the bed between your legs as he leaned over you.Â
âwhatâd you mean what time?â
he asked before stealing another kiss, his hair toppled in his face and the tips curling slightly.Â
you had to shake your head to stop yourself from looking at him too long, pushing at his shoulders so heâd stand upright again.Â
âyou donât remember? our date tomorrow, after classes end?â
you asked softly, and it was as if a light switched flipped in his head.Â
a look of realisation flashed across his face, his hands cradling your face and pulling you into another kiss.Â
âi remember baby, kinda forgot cause youâve been making me study thoughâ
he whispered against your lips, signature smirk across his which made you roll your eyes.Â
your boyfriend all right.Â
his lips pressed to yours again, hungry this time. his teeth nipped at your bottom lip in a silent ask for entry, but you pulled back instead.Â
âi was thinking 6ish, cause itâd give me time to get readyâ
you flipped back to the conversation at hand before he could get too lost in kissing you, which made something akin to a pout replace his smirk.Â
he huffed and moved around his room, reaching for a towel and watching you carefully as you spoke.Â
âyou look good regardless, donât need to get all dolled up fâmeâ
he spoke softly, his arms crossed over his chest before he quickly followed up.Â
âbesides, iâll have you sprawled out on that bed before you know itâ
you couldnât even pretend to be surprised, because he was always like this.Â
âwow, how romanticâ
you huffed and it only made his smirk return before he flashed you a toothy grin, his eyes creasing in the corners as he took delight in the displeased look on your face.Â
âMatty iâm being seriousâ
you told, and he was moving into your space again. easily falling into the same position as before as his lips found yours again, a soft âi know babyâ being whispered against your lips.Â
lifting your left hand to hold his face, making sure he met your eyes and he nodded. all teasing gone for the time being before he whispered again.Â
"i love my girlfriend and our fun dates"
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vampire!141 x humantovampire!reader
series tags f reader, slow burn, poly 141, victorian vampire au, angst, eventual smut, kyle is whipped immediately, creating insane lore for no reason, no use of y/n, no reader description except boobies, violence and blood, 141 are kinda ooc but they're literally vampires lmao, will probably add more <3
word count 4.5k
Garrick holds you to his chest as he rides his horse through the depths of the woods, expertly winding through trees and dividing between shadows.
You fall in and out of consciousness, weakened body jolting with every sharp turn down dark, unknown paths.
Your hands clutch tightly to his shirt, bloodied hands leaving stains against white fabric.
Through fluttering eyelashes, you see the ominous, looming silhouette of a large building.
âStay with me, sweetheart.â Garrick pleads, voice cutting through the fog, âWeâre almost there. You just have to hold on just a little longer.â
You wish you could believe him, as your eyes slip closed.
It has started to rain.
Heavy downpour echoing through an abandoned castle, the raindrops tapping against shards of glass and the leaves of overgrown vines.
The pitter pattering and splashing grates on the nerves of all who linger in the castleâs shadowed halls. The crows, the rodents, the foxes, and the vampires alike.
Three members of the recently relocated a hundred and forty first clan linger idly inside of the decrepit ballroom, uneasy due to their missing
Captain John Price is pacing, heavy boots scuffing dirt across the stone flooring.
His companions, Johnny âSoapâ MacTavish and Simon âGhostâ Riley, watch him warily, from their places sprawled across ancient furniture. The Scotsmanâs knee shakes, pent up energy and the beginnings of hunger making him restless.
He is thrown a cautionary look by his masked friend, a silent order to practise silence while in the presence of their leaderâs frustration.
If only Johnny was one to listen, Ghost gripes internally, as Soap opens his big mouth.
âGazâll be back soon, Capâ.â The Scot assures, blatantly ignoring the warning grunt from Ghost.
His attempt at comfort falls on deaf ears. Price scowls, scratching his fingers through his hair, âHe was out of control last night. Heâs too young to be left wandering.â
He aims a pointed glare at Ghost, who simply shrugs, âFound him, didnât I?â
âDamn near too late.â
âHe's new tâthisâ Soap states, reclining against his chair in a carefree manner, even if his jittering limbs betray his true feelings of discomfort.
âExactly.â Price growls, âHe canât contain himself yet. Heâs a risk to every bleeder out there. If Simon hadnât found him, he would have torn that girl to shreds. Damn near in her own backyard!â
He stands at the antique fireplace, staring into itâs darkened depths, âCould you imagine what would have happened if she had been gutted? Left in that forest? The hunters would have a field day, the townspeople would panic. And if someone had seen him do it? Weâd be lucky to escape with our lives.â
âDidnât happen though, did it?â Ghost says, pointedly, ignored by Price.
âAnd now heâs gone and gotten his bleeding heart broken.â He scoffs, âPining over some girl who was always going to be afraid of him. Bloody fool.
Soap snorts, âLads jusâ nae used tâ pretty girls runninâ off screaminâ when he shows off âis pearly whites.â
âYou know all about that, Johnny.â Simon says, âPlenty oâ experience, even before you turned.â
âAwaâ and bile yer heid, ye grumpy bastard.â
âDon't know why the girl was even out there.â Simon grumbles, looking at their leader, âBut if she's got any sense, she won't be going out there again.â
A humourless chuckle escapes the captain, âNothing about sense. If Garrick calls out to her again, she might not be able to resist.â
A thud echoes through the castle, booming along itâs hallowed halls.
The men jump into action, recognising the sound of the old doors opening. As they rush into the foyer, theyâre taken back by the sight of Gaz, his white shirt sodden from the rain and carrying a shaking figure wrapped in his coat.
âChrist almighty.â Soap says under his breath, as Gaz lowers the woman to the ground, revealing it to be you.
Bloodied, skin ashy, eyelids fluttering. They can hear your heartbeat, the poor muscle within your chest fighting a losing battle to keep you alive, while the hole in your chest seeps your acrid, precious blood with the ease of an undisturbed river.
They know, without a doubt, that you are dying.
âWhat did you do?!â Price demands, pushing the younger vampire away from you, mistaking the scene for that of a fresh hunt.
âNot me. The hunters.â Gaz seethes, shoving Price back as he begins tearing off the old curtains to cover your weakened form, âI saw him, Price. Phillip fucking Graves.â
Soap snarls, snapping his jaws at the mention of the American hunter. A rageful hum reverberates from the three vampires, swallowing the air around them as they look between you and Gaz.
âHe staked her.â Gaz says, crouching beside you to tuck the thick fabric of the curtain around your shoulders, though they all know that it will do no good in your current state. âSheâs bleeding out, John. We have to do something!â
His words give the others pause, understanding his meaning. It makes them uneasy, looking between each other while Gaz flits about you like an anxious bird.
âGazâŠâ Simon warns, deep baritone slicing through the tense silence.
Gaz ignores him, looking at Price and opening his mouth-
âWhy didnât ye stop âim?â Soap asks, almost accusingly.
âI wasnât there, you idiot!â Gaz snaps, âSmelt her blood a mile away, heard her heartbeat⊠Christ, sheâs dying, John!â
Priceâs face grows stormy, âWhat exactly do you want me to do about that?â
âI want you to turn her!â
Silence.
Soap and Ghost share a look, as Gaz steps up to Price, the two of them stand toe to toe. Itâs aggressive, unlike the two who are extremely close, bonded in a way which cannot be understanded by outsiders looking in.
But now, thereâs a challenge in the air. The youngest of the group demanding something of the leader, something that he does not understand the weight of.
âWe canât.â Price bites.
âAnd why not?!â
âWe only turn people when we feel the call.â Price says through gritted teeth, âNot just because theyâre dying and pretty.â
Gaz snarls, stepping closer to his leader. His eyes flash, fangs shining in the candlelight.
âIf you don't do it, I will!â He yells.
Simon pushes Gaz back, gripping him by the back of his neck, âCalm yourself, Kyle. Donât go looking for a fight you wonât win.â
Gaz sneers, but allows his companion to press him close to his body, nosing at his hairline with a throaty purr.
Price huffs, his moustache twitching as he looks between his men and the dying girl. Youâre still, a statue made of marble, swaddled in fabric quickly stained red. The smell of your blood is pungent, filling the entire room, adding to the unease the vampires feel.
Three sets of eyes watch Price as he kneels beside you, tracing his knuckles over the soft skin of your cold cheek.
He can admit, you are pretty. He noticed it the first time he saw you, talking to Gaz on the street after he saved you from a fall.
The second your eyes met his, he knew you could be⊠significant.
Price sighs through his nose, before looking up, staring at Gaz.
âFine.â
Is this death?
You wonder to yourself, your body numb and weightless, floating in the infinite darkness surrounding you.
You feel nothing. Not just physically, but emotionally. Your mind is soft, with dulled edges. You feel almost transparent, floating in an ocean of nothingness.
Something nudges you, something foreign to your surroundings, disturbing the waves and the peace.
Cold breath. Sharp points pressing into your neck.
You gasp back into life.
Eyes opening, blurred objects shift into focus. The black void disappears in front of you, leaving behind a high, cracked ceiling.
A face looks down at you, blood dripping from lips hidden behind a moustache.
â'ello, again.â
You cough, sucking down air that only leaves you once again. Your lungs have no need for it, expelling it instantaneously. Your body is⊠cold. Motionless. You feel no movement inside of you, your heart still and solid where it should be beating.
Is this death?
No, this is worse.
You sit up, pushing the vampire away with all the strength you can muster.
Heâs a wall of solid muscle, not moving an inch from where he crouches, regarding you with the apathy one reserves for looking at an insect beneath their shoe.
You shift to your knees, looking down at your bloodied dress and healed chest, not even a scar in the place where Graves had stabbed you.
Reborn, a vampire.
You hate it.
A sob escapes you, your hands pressing to your chest, willing your organs to work, willing your life to return to you. Tears blur your vision, other faces swimming closer in front of you.
âStay away from me!â You scream, cowering from them like a wild animal, standing and shrinking back.
You move on uneasy legs, falling backwards and into the arms of someone. You look up, feeling deja vu at the sight of the masked man and his cobalt eyes looking down at you.
âLet me go!â You scream, trying to escape the prison of his arms as he holds you up.
âGhost.â Price warns, and the other man sets you upright, allowing you to scamper away.
You look around wildly, trying to find an exit. You meet the worried eyes of Garrick, and the uncertain face of MacTavish. You glare at both of them, trying to fight your tears to show how enraged you should be, and not how terrified and grief stricken you truly are.
It hits you then. Hunger. Hunger like youâve never felt.
Price takes a step forward, holding his hand out in a placating manner, âYou need blood, love.â
âLeave me be!â You wail, âYouâve made me a monster.â
The men stare at you, but you ignore them, stumbling away on shaking legs to the large, broken doors leading towards the outside.
But itâs only a balcony. You huff out an angry sob, looking down past the barrier to the long drop down into overgrown bushes.
No way to jump down. No escape from here.
Looking out to the horizon, you see the town. A mere dot amongst miles of green, but itâs there. Itâs still the same.
Someone clears their throat behind you.
Garrick seems sad when you turn to look at him, shoulders slumped and head tilted downwards.
âI wish it hadn't come to this, my lady.â He says, âI swear, if I had known-â
âStop, Garrick.â You say, wiping your hands over your face, âI donât⊠I don't want to hear apologies.â
âThen what do you want?â
You look back to the horizon, your mind a cramped cluster, a twisted and tangled ball of wire.
âI don't know.â You settle on, âI⊠everything's different now. I'm different now. It's not fair.â
Garrick nods, looking regretful, âWe wouldn't have done it if there was any other option-â
âYou could have let me die.â
Garrick is silent at that.
The horizon is endless as you look at it. Never ending trees and fields and distant houses. The world seems so different now, though you know it hasn't changed. You're the one who's changed.
âWhy were you back in the woods?â Garrick asks, looking over at you inquisitively.
His question startles you, but you shrug, giving the simplest answer, âI went looking for you.â
It is silent, until a hand presses to your shoulder, turning you around to face him. Garrick smiles sadly, bringing both hands up to hold your face.
"I'm-"
"No apologies." You reiterate.
âI was going to say, I'm the same as you. Well, not exactly. But I was where you are, not too long ago.â Garrick murmurs, his thumbs rubbing soothingly over your cheeks.
You furrow your brows, not understanding what he means, "How?"
"I'm a new vampire, too. Twelve years ago, I worked in construction, and I fell off of a moving train. Watched the sun rise on the tracks, no feeling in my body⊠I thought I was done for. Then-â He looks away, back to the castle, âPrice found me. He brought me back. But,â He looks at you, âI was afraid too. I felt like an outsider in my own body. But I can promise you, it will get better.â
âWhy did youâŠâ You take a second, âWhy did you do it?â
Garrick furrows his brows, âDo what, my lady?â
â...Save me.â
Kyle smiles, âIt wasnât a choice I made, my lady. There was no other option than to save you. IâŠ" He trails off, looking away as he searches for the words.
He settles on, âYou have enchanted me.â
You blink, caught off guard. He looks at you earnestly, but his words only confuse you.
Yet you have the urge to learn to understand.
âKyle.â
Ghost stands in the doorway, dark eyes set on you though he speaks to his friend.
âWeâre going hunting.â The masked man says, âShe needs blood and we ain't got none.â
Kyle follows him in, you trailing behind, âBlood? You- you're hunting⊠people.â
Garrick is quick to try to reassure you, âWe don't hunt people-â
âNot in smaller towns like this.â Price states, voice cold and indifferent, âToo easy for someone to notice.â
The weight of the words left unsaid linger, and you feel a chill. They have hunted people... they've done it to survive, selfish and imprisoned in their own hunger.
How many people have they killed, in cities where people can easily disappear?
âGhost, stay here. Make sure she doesn't go wandering and get herself lost.â
With that, Price turns away, a dark cloud around him.
You avoid Garrick's look, MacTavish's nod and Ghostâs stare, walking in the opposite direction, further into your new prison.
With your newfound isolation, you find yourself pacing the library.
A mirror, cracked and rusted and overgrown with weeds, leans against the wall. As you look at it, you take in your appearance.
You look⊠the same.
Your hair is messy, your skin is dull, your dress is torn and covered in dirt and blood, but you haven't changed.
It almost makes you⊠angry? That your entire life has changed, yet reality seems unwilling to show it, not an eyelash or a blemish changed upon your face to dignify your transformation with evidence.
Seeking answers to your questions, you press your finger against the glass, applying enough pressure to slice the flesh. You feel dulled pain, like youâre feeling it through a barrier.
When your skin cuts, nothing escapes. No blood. Just more flesh, red muscle and white bone.
Something ugly crawls up your body, a feeling of grief. Anguish.
Itâs not fair. Youâre an outsider in your own body now. The living dead, walking around in a carcass that refuses to decompose.
You feel hatred towards them. Garrick, Graves, Price, everyone. Theyâve taken your life from you.
Looking back at the mirror, you see your eyes-
Your iris has expanded, bleeding into the white of the sclera. They shine like metal, your pupils mere pinpricks surrounded by oceans of iridescent colour.
It startles you, and you gasp, revealing your fangs. Sharp, pointed teeth where your molars were. You bring a hand to your lips, and see long claws where your fingernails should be.
Finally, you can see how much youâve changed.
Blinking, your eyes return to normal. Your fangs shrink back, smaller but still pointed. Your claws retract, still sharpened like blades but now they resemble normal nails.
It can't be real, can it?
Youâll wake up in your own bed, embarrassed about this strange dream. Youâll go about your day to day life, slowly forgetting about the odd men you fabricated and-
A knock on your door.
You turn around, and MacTavish pops his head in, giving you a roguish, lopsided smile, âYâalright, bonnie?â
Opening your mouth, words escape you. You try to enunciate your horror at your new situation, but you cannot.
MacTavish seems to understand, paying no mind to your stuttering and taking a step closer into the room.
âI came to, uh, help ye with feedinâ, lass.â MacTavish says, âCap wanted someone to sit with ya, it can be quite dauntinâ at first.â
He carries a glass. Inside it is thick, red liquid.
Blood.
It makes the logical side of your brain reel, disgusted and horrified....whilst your body hones in on it, craving it.
âHere.â MacTavish says, voice softened, âLooking atâit can be weirdâ, I'll help ye."
He crosses the room, sitting on one of the dusty sofas. Patting the space next to him, he urges you forward.
Perhaps you really are stupid, because you sit beside him. A reasonable distance apart, and with posture statuesque, but sat regardless.
MacTavish doesn't mention it, instead saying, "Close yer eyes, lass.â
You shouldn't trust them. Theyâre the monsters hiding in closets, theyâve stormed into your life like a hurricane and turned everything upside down.
You shouldn't trust John MacTavish. But you do, because you have no other options.
So, you close your eyes.
After a moment of waiting, listening to the sound of clinking class and shifting fabric, cold lips press to yours, and you jolt away.
"How dare you-!"
âEasy now.â MacTavish says, giving you a smile, "I'm just trying to feed you."
You stay in place, feeling uneasy, but allow your eyes to close again.
Surely this doesn't mean anything, he's trying to put blood in my mouth for crying out loud.
The lips return, firmly moulding to yours.
It's not... unpleasant. In fact, in any other circumstance, you might even say it's nice.
But you barely know him... and what could Garrick think of you kissing his friend?
Fighting the urge to pull away, you feel his tongue lick at your lips, seeking entrance. Allowing it, you taste copper coating your mouth.
Itâs the most delicious thing youâve ever tasted.
Shame be damned, you sink into the feeling, licking against him to drink every drop of blood he offers.
When the flavour runs dry, you keep kissing him, seeking out more blood. MacTavish pulls away with a chuckle, and you open your eyes to find his handsome face looking down at you with kind eyes.
âMore?â MacTavish asks, a teasing smile on his face.
You donât even bother answering, leaning forward and licking the blood left on his lips. MacTavish hums appreciatively, butting his forehead to yours as he grabs the glass again.
Sipping more, he eagerly presses his mouth back to yours, letting you drink from him.
Before long, the glass is empty, and your hunger is gone. You lick your lips, smacking them as you enjoy the new feeling of buzzing energy rushing through you.
MacTavish nudges his nose to your cheek like a cat, nipping you with sharp teeth and causing you to huff out a laugh. He smiles at the sound, and the moment is calm. Sweet, almost.
You smile, âI have a feeling thatâs not the conventional way to drink blood?â
âMaybe not.â MacTavish smirks, taking the glass and standing, âBut itâs the best way.â
He leaves you with that, disappearing back out the door.
The moment is over, and your anxieties return. Youâre left sated, but confused. With an aftertaste of blood and a strange sense of yearning, mixed with apprehension.
Garrick, Kyle as he seems to be known to most, or 'Gaz' as he is called by his clan, is working outside.
Sleeves rolled up, waistcoat unbuttoned, looking every bit the strong working man he mentioned he was before his transformation.
You linger in the shadows, watching him as he slots a plank of wood atop layered bricks, creating a canopy for his horse to hide under during the winter storms.
Approaching him, you spot the horse close by, grazing on the overgrown grass, her dark fur shining in the winter sun.
She looks up at you, huffing through her nose in what you could only hope is recognition. Kyle notices you, smiling warmly.
âThis is Posie.â Kyle introduces, petting her nose.
You smile, gingerly holding out your hand for Posie to sniff. She noses at your fingers, before stepping closer to allow you to pet her neck.
âShe likes you.â Kyle chuckles, âStrange. Animals don't usually take to vampires so quickly.â
âMaybe she recognises me from before.â You say, carding your fingers through her mane, âIn the woods.â
âMaybe.â Kyle muses, voice soft as he watches you with kind, sympathetic eyes.
The sound of approaching horses slices the calm atmosphere in two, the two of you turning to watch as the other three return to the courtyard.
Posie huffs, returning to grazing on the overgrown grass as Kyle approaches Price.
âWhat do you know?â He asks, voice taking on a dangerous edge.
âWe saw Graves.â MacTavish says, dismounting and running an aggravated hand through his hair âParading her death around, gatherinâ thâtown and tellinâ âem all about thâpoor lass slaughtered by the evil vampires.â
You shudder, instinctively stepping closer to Kyle at the news of your death being so callously broadcasted.
Kyle rests a hand on your arm, comforting you, âI'm sorry, love.â
With the horses tethered, Price leads the group back into the castle, ripping his coat off with angered vigour.
âTheyâre here for us.â Price states, moustache twitching with annoyance, âThe shadow company. Said it themselves, with that bastard Shepherd with them.â
âWell we knew that.â Kyle scoffs, keeping to your side as the others mill about the ballroom.
âIs that why youâre here?â You ask, causing all four of them to look at you, âFor the⊠shadow company?â
âNo.â Price says, hesitating, âWeâre here for my sire, the vampire who made me. Her name is Katherine Laswell.â
You know that name. Miss Laswell is a stoic, older woman, living on the outskirts of town and minding her own business. She wasn't one for socialising, always staying indoors with her ward, Emma.
Neither of them have been seen in months, and you tell them as such.
Price sneers, âYeah, we lost contact with her a while ago. Came here to find out what happened. I believe Shepherd found her out and tried to kill her. That's why weâre here.â
âIn secret?â Thatâs unusual. Vampire hunts are usually a big deal, whole provinces getting involved, never in secret. âWhy would he do that?â
âBecause she was encroaching on his territory.â
His territoryâŠ
âWait... mayor Shepherd is a vampire?â You ask, surprised.
Ghost nods, âThe worst kind. Heâs a coward, who sends others out to do his dirty work. Orchestrating the annihilation of his own people to gain the bleeders trust, keep the herd close and to himself. He's been doing it for centuries.â
âWeâre nae monsters.â MacTavish says, âThere are many oâ us, everywhere. âTâs the worst of us that make us seem so evil.â
âLaswell lived in your town for decades and you never knew.â Kyle says, âShe never killed anyone, always found better means. Animals, the dying, good samaritans. Her lover was human, and she was who fed her until recently.â
You raise your eyebrows, âEmma?â
Price hums, âPoor woman. We found her buried behind the town hall. We think she was used to draw Kate out.â
âWhereâs she now? Laswell?â You ask, looking between them.
âIn hiding.â Ghost growls, âWith the Shadows lingering and Shepherdâs vampires on the lookout for her, sheâll be holed up somewhere.â
âWe thought here, butâŠâ Price grunts, shrugging and taking a seat.
It's a lot of information, and you feel your head getting woozy, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Kyle notices, taking a step closer and resting his hand on your arm.
âWhy donât you get some rest, my lady.â
You scoff, âVampires sleep?â
âVampires rest.â He chuckles, âWe choose to sleep because it helps the passing of time, but our bodies tire just like everyone else. Lie down for a while, rest your body. It's been a rough couple of days.â
You nod, giving the others a lingering look before turning and leaving.
Night has fallen, and though Kyle said vampires could choose to sleep, it's the last thing you want to do right now.
You find yourself wandering around the castle. Itâs a wondrous building, or at least it would have been when people lived in it. But centuries of abandonment have made it dark, overgrown ruins.
The beginnings of hunger are encroaching on your peace, a deep, painful feeling coursing through your body.
It will take some getting used to, you have to remind yourself.
Turning another corridor, you spot two familiar silhouettes.
Kyle and MacTavish are talking quietly, barely a breath apart. The Scot noses at his friend's cheek, before letting out a choked sound. It stops you in your steps, unsure of the scene you have walked upon.
You look down to see Kyleâs hand in MacTavish's trousers.
Their bodies move in harmony, pushing and pulling as one as they exchange whispered words and euphoric sounds. Kyleâs hand flexes, and Johnny goes taunt, before pressing his forehead to the other man's.
Kyle presses his lips to Soaps, murmuring-
âI love you.â
Shocked, confused, you round the corner once again, bringing a hand to your mouth.
You thought⊠maybe Gaz had feelings towards you. The way he acted made you think there was something there, perhaps feelings or a longing for more.
How foolish. Of course this gorgeous, intelligent, kind vampire would already be romantically involved with another beautiful vampire.
What chance did you have?
Perhaps you were just a game to him. Perhaps he just wanted to play with the naive young human. Perhaps Soap is in on it.
Embarressment, longing and the bitter aftertaste of disappointment linger in your heart as you walk away, leaving the soft sounds of the menâs enjoyment behind you.
The ballroom had become dark with the night, the broken windows letting whistling wind through the cracks and sending the whole room into an icy chill.
You shiver as you walk in, looking for a source of warmth and comfort with your spiraling thoughts.
The fire has been lit, and two men sit beside the hearth, their backs to you as they talk. Priceâs fingers cradle a half smoked cigar, the smell of it sour in the air. Beside him, Ghost cleans a shot gun, fingers nimble and dark eyes focused on his task, though they seem deep in conversation.
âGaz is young, but he's intuitive.â Price muses, voice gruff, âIf he thinks there's a reason why he's so drawn to her, then there may well be.â
âHeâs still got too much life in him.â Ghost bites, âHeâs thinking with his bollocks.â
You swallow, stepping back into the shadows to avoid being seen, a feeling of unease taking over at their callous words and cold dispositions.
âDon't bloody need her.â Ghost growls, and if your lungs worked, your breath would stutter in hurt.
Price huffs, âLet the boys have their fun. Once weâve dealt with Shepherd and Graves, weâll be gone. Back to London, just the four of us.â
You stumble back, your bare feet quiet on the stone floor, turning and rushing back the way you came.
âTheyâll forget about her soon enough.â
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moodboard by @chennqingg | divider by @fictive-sl0th
Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU
Warnings for this Chapter: alcohol, smoking, thirst, flirting? Daryl (yes, he's a warning and OOC), suggestive smut? brief mention of an accident and loss of parents
Word Count: almost 2.5k
a/n: Enjoy the kick-off into my new series! đŸ I hope you're gonna love this as much as I do! đđŒ
Also, we got a few guest appearances of some familiar faces...
ăM a s t e r l i s tă
ă Chapter Two ă

Chapter One...
... in which you stumble upon a handsome biker - twice - and discover a new side of yourself.
ă musical inspiration ă
I recommend listening to this song before you read this chapter - if you wish.
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
'Born To Be Wild' by Steppenwolf
Life on a ranch wasn't always easy.
Life on a ranch a day after a storm, which caused a lot of damage, was even less easy. It honestly sucked â at least that was what you thought. The whole day after was only spent with getting things right again, cleaning up, clearing fallen trees out of the way, mostly fixing fences, and catching eloped cattle and horses. It was exhausting and incredibly tiring. But once all the work was done, you often found yourself on a ride out with your palomino Mustang stallion Arrow in order to take some time off and relax. Just like on this pleasant Saturday in spring...
The surprisingly pleasant warm Montana sun was shining down on you, as you rode down the mostly untrafficked road; past endless meadows and fields - always following the Yellowstone River. It was quiet and peaceful; all you could hear were the sounds of nature and the click-clacking of Arrow's hooves - until a rather disturbing... noise cut through the air and urging to your ears.
Motorcycles.
It was a rare thing that even cars drove down that road; trucks even less and now bikes? You scrunched your nose and gently guided Arrow to leave the road and continue the journey through the meadow.
The sounds of engines got closer and closer, until you saw about five or six bikes pulling up beside you in the corner of your eyes.
Must be a biker group or something...
They slowed down; almost coming to an halt beside you. "Hey!" A voice called suddenly out, causing you to stop Arrow in his movements and look to your left. One of the bikers had pulled off his sunglasses and was looking up at you; both feet planted firmly on the ground beneath him. Muscular arms led to gloved hands, which held on tightly to the handle grip; sunglasses dangling between deft fingers.
You adjusted the cowboy hat on your head; looking down to meet the man's - admittedly - stunning blue-grey eyes.
"Uh, hey," you called back. "Can I help you guys out?" The biker nodded. "Hope so. We got a lil' lost on our way," he explained in a very thick southern accent; voice a little muffled by his black helmet. You shrugged your shoulders; smiling. "Well, I can try. Where were you guys heading?" "Planned ta go to Billings, but kinda landed 'ere." You nodded; still smiling. "Ah, I see. Should've took route 94. This one won't lead you to much. You need to circle back and drive past Miles City."
The man - most likely leader of the biker group nodded. "How far from 'ere ta Billings?" "About 140 miles. If you're lucky, you can make it in two and a half hours." "A'right," the man nodded and put on his sunglasses again. "Thank ya." You gave him another smile. "No problem."
He gave you a last look, before he revved the engine of his bike and signalled his group to circle back. They followed his command and off they went. Your gaze followed them for a moment, before you gently nudged Arrow's sides. "C'mon, buddy. Let's head home. It's almost time for dinner."
You and Arrow made your way back to the Willow Creek ranch - owned and run by your aunt and uncle. Having lost both your parents when you were small due to a car accident, you and your older sister - Tess grew up on the ranch and were working there. Well, Tess longer than you; given the fact that you finished college not that long ago.
After taking care of your animal best friend, you joined your family for dinner.
"You coming later with me, sis?" You swallowed down the remaining food in your mouth and looked over to your big sister. "Where to?" She rolled her eyes in return, but smiled. "You know where, Y/N..." You sighed; poking around in your peas. "Tess... How often have I told you that-" "This isn't your thing, I know... But you have to try it first, right? How can you say you don't like it, if you never tried?"
You grumbled under your breath. Unfortunately, was Tess right.
"Yes, you should really accompany your sister, Y/N," acknowledged your aunt suddenly; agreeing with her. "You barely leave the ranch, honey. It will do you good." You sighed, but for the first time gave in; tired of all the constant discussions. "Alright, fine. I'll go with you - but if I don't like it, I'll leave immediately!" "Yess!" Your sister cheered. "You'll love it, I promise - but yeah, fine." You scoffed. "We'll see about that."

Partying and alcohol had never been one of your high interests and certainly not on your bucket list - yet, here you were standing now in front of the best bar in Miles City - according to your sister; located at the outskirts of the city... 'The Rowdy Racoon'.
You sighed; eyes directed at the building, while Tess just giggled. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." You moaned; already regretting your decision. Your sister was quick to grab your hand, "C'mon, sis... Loosen up a little and have some fun! It's Saturday night, for God's sake!" before you were able to cop out. You groaned again, but let yourself get dragged towards the entrance of the bar; past several vehicles and over the large porch, on which several men and women stood with drinks and cigarettes in hands; talking, laughing and having fun.
Loud music urged to your ears as you stepped inside. 'Born To Be Wild' by Steppenwolf - and just in that very moment, you felt like there wasn't a more fitting song on this whole planet for the scenery you walked in...
The bar was almost filled to the brim with people. Some of them were sitting at the large counter in the middle. Others were seated on some tables all around the big room. The rest of them was dancing, playing pool or tried their luck at the Pinball machines. It was loud, wild and crazy.
You hadn't even the chance to look fully around, since your sister dragged you further on to the bar counter. "Time for a drink, sis!" She announced in a sing-song voice; ordering two Whiskey Cola's. "We'll start slow," Tess said with a smirk; handing you the glass. You gave her a small smile. "Thanks." She clinked her glass against yours and took a sip. "Here's to an awesome night!"
Your sister's so-called 'awesome' night started surprisingly good - like you had to admit. Sure, you had to get a little comfortable first and getting used to being at a bar; warm up a little, but at some point it was really okay. Unfortunately, though, the tables turned after an mere hour. Friends of Tess had decided to come around as well and in the end, you sat alone at the counter on the bar stool; staring at your almost empty glass of Whiskey Cola.
This definitely wasn't how it was supposed to go... Not at all. It caused your mood to drop, of course; feeling alone and kinda betrayed. Tess invited you; took you here and now she had run off with her friends. You couldn't even leave, because you took Tess' car and she had the keys and certainly wouldn't let you drive. Great...
You sighed; turning the now empty glass in front of you in a circle, until...
"Thought I wouldn't see ya again, 'n certainly not 'ere," a familiar voice suddenly urged to your ears from behind you. You frowned and turned in your bar stool, only to meet the same blue-grey eyes you gazed into earlier this evening. It was the biker - but this time, he wasn't wearing a helmet. Chestnut brown hair reached in soft waves his shoulders; paired with a black baseball cap he wore backwards on his head. His chin and a little bit of his cheeks were covered in a slightly grey goatee, which fitted him perfectly.
You swallowed; couldn't help but to stare at him for a moment. He was downright attractive.
"Y-Yeah, uh, same," you stammered out, but quickly got your shit together again. "Didn't find your way to Billings yet?" The stranger chuckled and shook his head. "Nah. We decided ta spend the night in Miles City 'n head for Billings tomorrow." You nodded; smiling politely. "Wise decision." "Yeah," the man said and lifted his hand to scratch his beardy chin as if in a thinking manner. You noticed the tattoo on the back of his hand... A skull and... stars? Then he nodded at your empty glass. "You gonna let me buy ya a drink? Some credit fer ya help earlier. 'S the least I can do. 'Nother Whiskey Cola?"
You felt a slight blush on your cheeks. "Um, yeah, thanks." He gave the bartender a sign, who immediately worked to replace your empty glass with a full glass. "I have ta thank you," he answered; then looked behind at a bar table to where a few other people sat. His group, you thought. "Wanna join us? Ya seem a lil' lonely." You giggled dryly. "Yeah, my sister dumped me for her friends." You gestured at the dance floor; the biker's eyes following. "Kinda rude if ya ask me... C'mon, join us."
You swallowed; hesitating for a moment. You were a cautious person. After all you didn't know these people.
The man could seemingly read your mind. "They ain't bitin', I swear. All of 'em are very nice." "I-I, uh... I don't even know your name." He smiled crookedly, "'M Daryl." and walked towards his group again. Only now did you notice what he was wearing... Dark, slightly ragged jeans with a red rug stuffed in the left back pocket, a black, washed-out shirt and a angel-winged vest. Leather, as it seemed. Admittedly, you had a really hard time not to stare.
You hesitated for another few seconds and threw a look over to your sister again as well; noticing that she was still completely ignoring you and instead partied with her friends. Therefore, was your decision made. You slid off the bar stool and made your way over to Daryl and his gang.

An hour and another Whiskey Cola later, you had learned that they were indeed a biker group - from Georgia - making a road trip through America. You got to know the whole group as well, of course. There was Rick and Carol, which were Daryl's best friends. Glenn and Maggie - a young, kind couple living on a farm had joined the gang as well, just like Negan - a slightly annoying, but funny gym teacher. It was a crazy, but also perfect mix - and they all shared one passion... Motorcycles.
For an absolute non-expert in this new territory, you were absolutely fascinated. The stories they told you; the things you learned - it was fun and exciting.
Daryl and Negan invited you to a round of pool then; Rick and Maggie joining in as well. It was the best evening you had in a long while - but when the alcohol you had consumed slowly started to course through your veins and the music and chatter of the people became suddenly so very loud, you knew you needed a break. You were definitely not quite used to this, after all.
Stepping out of the bar and onto the porch, you took a deep breath; inhaling the fresh, chilly night air.
Yeah, the alcohol was present. You definitely felt a bit tipsy, but you were still fully aware of your words and actions, which was a good thing - and a stop sign you didn't plan to ignore.
"Ya good?" There it was again. That voice out of nowhere. His voice.
You looked to your left; seeing Daryl casually leaning against the railing with a cigarette dangling between his lips.
You nodded. "Yeah, just needed a break and some fresh air." The man took a deep drag; puffing out a cloud of smoke mere seconds later. Your eyes were still fixated on him - and you swallowed.
Hot... Why was that so hot? Him smoking?
"Me too. Needed a smoke." Daryl took another drag and stepped closer; hand fumbling in his trouser pocket. "Want one?" He asked then; fishing out a slightly squashed box of cigarettes and holding it out to you. "Um, I, uh..." You stammered; cheeks already turning red. "I dunno." "Ya ever had one?" You shook your head; biting your lip. The biker stepped even closer to you then; his body barely inches away from touching yours. "Ya wanna try?" Daryl took another drag, then held his cigarette in front of your face.
Hesitatingly, you leaned forward and took the little mouthpiece between your lips to take a drag. Feeling the smoke fill your lungs, you immediately started to cough and back up. A small smirk tugged at the corners of Daryl's mouth as he watched you; taking the cigarette back between his lips. "'S a normal reaction. Once you'll get used ta it, it won't happen again."
A short moment of silence passed, while you replaced the smoke in your lungs with fresh air and Daryl's eyes travelling up and down your body.
"Hey, uh, ya wanna get outta 'ere?" The man opposite you boldly asked with a charming smile; hands grasping the wooden beam above him. It caused the black shirt he wore to ride up and reveal some skin of his stomach; alongside a dark patch of fine silken hair.
For the second time this evening, you had a hard time not to stare and instead to focus on his question - which left you just as breathless; given the fact that you knew exactly what he insisted.
Before your brain was even able to ponder thoroughly over his question, your mouth answered with a quick, determined 'Yes' - which kinda shocked you yourself. Usually you weren't the one who gave in so easily and willingly to a one-night-stand with a 'stranger'; and yet here you were. Was the way he made you feel the reason? Or was it his kind, flirty and charming personality? Perhaps it even was his good looks. You didn't know; couldn't put a finger on it. All you knew was that he attracted you like a damn magnet. You weren't thinking about your sister or the others in that moment. The tall, handsome biker with his rough redneck edges was all you had in mind.
Daryl's smile widened at your consent. He took a last drag of his cigarette, before he stubbed it out in the little ashtray on the railing. "C'mon." The man walked past you, down the few steps and towards his bike.
Elegantly swinging one leg over to sit down on the vehicle, he replaced his baseball cap with his helmet. His fingers worked to start the engine. "You comin' or wha'?"

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Unexpected Shift - PROLOGUE ~ Kwon Jiyong




Pairings: Kwon jiyong x Fem!Reader
Summary: you just transferred into another school after getting suspended, you just didn't know that you we're going to get stolen something on your first day.
Warnings: 2000s Highschool AU! Might be ooc (i am so sorry đ) , jiyong being kind of an asshole to reader?, bad grammer (english isnt my first language), a bit rushed since i made this in the middle of the night, slowburn enemies to lovers trope type of thing.
Author's note: this kinda sucks lol, its also my first ever series, im not sure if this fic would be doing good, so I'll see if you guys want another part xx
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God, you felt your head ache just by thinking of it.
You didn't know why, it just happened. It was like a blur. you just got suspended at your school recently after you got into a fight and stabbed a classmate with a sharp pencil at the back, obviously your parents we're upset.
You we're a magnet for trouble, you just couldn't help it. You we're always independent to your decisions, yourself. Even if you try to convince yourself that you want to change, trouble finds through you. Like this one time.. you accidentally broke the classroom's window and your parents has to pay for it.
But it was also kind of a relief, you hated that school anyway, it was time to transfer into another school that could make you atleast change a bit.
And.. thats where you are, right now.
There you stood at the entrance of the school building with anticipation and uncertainty.. students and teachers past by you in the background, the wind gently breezes through your hair. You sighed as you gripped onto the straps of your bag behind you.
"i didn't expect this place would be so big.." you thought to yourself, you looked around in awe as you slowly started to walk towards the entrance.. until you bumped into someone, making your wallet (that was on your skirt's pocket) down to the ground.
"oh god- im so sorry-" you quickly apologized, you looked up to see a boy that seems to be the same age as you, His features are softer and less defined.. his hair appears to be short and dark, likely styled in a simple and casual manner, laid back look.
"its alright." He smiles. "You okay though?"
You nod "yeah.. im sorry again." With that you started to walk away in embarrassment. He stood there watching you walk away, but he spots your wallet and picked it up, assuming it was yours. he looked back at you knowing you would disappear before he could give this to you. "Yah! You forgot your wallet! He shouts.
That immediately grabbed your attention, and quickly went back to grab your wallet. "Oh, thank you."
"no worries." He nods in acknowledgement as he gives you a a grin before walking away. You watched him walk away and turned your attention back to the wallet and checked it first just incase.
"wait.. where's the money?!" You thought, you looked to the direction he walked from, trying to spot him but he was nowhere to be seen. You just realized that you have been stolen on your first day, especially that money was supposed to be for lunch.
Annoyance rises inside you. "That asshole.."
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It took you a bit long to find your classroom but thankfully a teacher helped you on your way. You could hear laughter, chatting behind that door.. reluctantly knocked on the door twice.. it didn't take long to someone open the door, revealing the homeroom teacher, he greeted you with a warm smile. "Ah your the new transfere. Come in, come in." He gestured you inside, stepping back for you to enter.
you we're greeted by the sight of students talking loudly, some we're even sleeping, girls doing their makeup, taking pictures snd using their flip phones.. You stood infront of the class behind the white board.. the teacher stood beside you as he cleared his throat, trying to grab everyone in the class's attention.
"Everyone, settle down! We have a new student to join us today." His words seems to caught the students attention, their gazes seemed to point directly at you. You looked around at everyone, you couldn't help but feel like you we're being judged.
"miss, can you introduce yourself?" The teacher asked. You didn't have a choice everyone is already looking at you expecting for you to introduce. "Hello, im Y/N L/N." You just said your name, nothing else. Slience turned into hushed whispers before the teacher broke it off. "Okay, Y/N you can take a seat."
You nodded as you slowly made your way to find an empty seat, but then you spotted a familiar face.. it was the same guy that bumped into you and stole your money!
He then felt like someone is staring at him, he turned to look and there they made eye contact.
You could feel your annoyance creeping in yet again, you wanted to confront him but unfortunately you can't, you didn't want to cause a scene on your first day. Though, he could feel it. He gave you a sly smirk and gave you a small wave. It made you even pissed since how nonchalantly greets you after stealing your money.
You just scoffed and eventually you found a seat that wasnt that far away from him. You could still feel like he's staring at you.
His seatmate beside him looking between you two as he noticed the interaction. "Jiyong-ah, you know her?" He asked.
Jiyong just chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. "No, we just had an encounter earlier." His gaze was still onto her.
After class dismissed, you looked around as you see your classmates preparing to leave, this was your chance to confront to him.
You got up from your seat, you turned around and there he was laughing with his friends, talking to them.. a frown formed on your lips as you began to walk towards them. Of course his friends noticed you and then Jiyong.
"give me back my money." You said, straight to the point, You didn't look away from him. But he just chuckled. "I dont know what you're talking about."
"seriously? Your just going to pretend you didn't steal from me?" You scoffed, god you wanted to punch him so bad for his ignorance!
"i didn't steal from you." He said casually, slowly getting up from his seat. "It probably just blew away, its your fault for being irresponsible." He shrugs with that..sly smirk again.. as he walked past you, followed by his friends as they chuckled. You just watched them walked away.. the nerve on this guy- him putting the blame on you when he knows that he stole your money.
You just have a gut.. that you and him? You aren't going to get along pretty well.
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Okay, so of course this is a giulio gandini request because no one has been writing about him yet, but I NEED him now, so.. đ
(Sry if these are a bit corny, I'm a sucker for tooth rotting fluff!!)
âŒïž*SMALL MHA YOUR NEXT SPOILERS*âŒïž
So maybe a gaming one where the reader kinda teaches him how, baking with him, or you know how thought the movie he is basically telling us that he is alone and Anna saved him?? Well, they save Anna, so they don't talk as much as they used to. Then, one day, he runs into reader and it's like the "I'd thought I'd never love again, until I found her" yk??
(Sry, Ik this is long, i just love him, sm!!đ«đ„č)
Word Count: 2370
Paring: Giulio Gandini x gn!reader
Warnings: Angst to fluff, Spoilers for My Hero Academia: Youâre Next, Slight Spoilers for the My Hero Manga (nothing huge just talk about the clean up efforts), Ooc Giulio (As far as I know this is the first Giulio fic so I don;t know how others write for him and it might be a little off nothing to bad though)
A/n: Hello anon. Thank you so much for the Request. I hope this meets your expectations, as Giulio might be a little ooc, but I am happy with how this turned out. Also I went with gender neutral pronouns, i hope that's okay, it only mentioned like once though. Anyways enjoy, remember requests are open, and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.
   Living in the U.A. shelter was not how I expected my spring to go, but alas with the war between Villains and Heroes reaching its turning point there wasnât any other option. Though unlike most of the refugees staying in U.A., I was brought here after I helped take down Dark Might. I was working alongside my close friend Giulio to locate and kill his boss Miss Anna, who had been kidnapped by the Gullini family, when we ran into the students of Class A. After the battle to take out the crime family, the three of us were offered shelter within U.A. in case friends of the Gullinis tried to come after us.Â
   We were each given rooms within the many U.A Dormitories where the students normally stayed. Luckily we had ended up in the same building and weâre able to spend our time together. Even though the state of the world isnât great, we have been settling nicely into our temporary life. Most days are spent talking and trying to ignore the growing threat of villains, or walking around the shelter and learning about the campus we currently call home.
   Itâs usually all of us who go on these walks but every now and then Anna doesnât join, leaving me and Giulio to explore on our own. At first the days where it was just the two of us reminded me of the time we spent tracking down Anna, but slowly things started to feel different.Â
   Slowly our walks went from having long discussions about what we wanted to do once we were able to leave U.A. to Giulio just walking along with me in silence as I rambled on about whatever thought came to mind. At first I thought he might have just been tired and didnât have much thought to add that day, but slowly he started acting like I was speaking to him even when we were back in the dormitories. Again I wrote it off as him being tired and tried to act like it wasnât affecting me.
   After a few days of him acting like I wasnât there, I began to worry that I might have done something to upset him. The fear of having upset him was only cemented when I asked if want to join me for a walk and he just walked away like I hadnât said anything. I stood frozen, searching through recent memory of anything that I may have done that could possibly have upset Giulio, but nothing seemed to stand out.
   My train of thought was interrupted by Anna waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked quickly before nodding at her to acknowledge that I was paying attention. âWhat was that about? Iâve never seen Giulio act like that, especially when it comes to you.â She asked, having also noticed our friendâs weird behavior.Â
   I shrugged at the blonde before responding. âI have no clue. Heâs been acting weird the past few days and I canât figure out why.â I explained.Â
   Anna turned to watch as the red head began making himself some tea, before speaking again. âMaybe heâs just tired? We have been through a lot these past couple weeks and he got his replacement leg the other day so he probably just wants to relax a bit. You know how Giulio can be, since everything happened he has been one for big crowds and stuff like that.â She suggested.
    Her reasoning made sense but I couldnât stop thinking that it had something to do with me. âYouâre probably right, I canât imagine itâs easy to adjust to a new limb.â I told her, not voicing my internal worries. âIâm just going to head back to my room, now that I think about it. I borrowed some books from the school, so Iâll just read for the day.â I explained moving to head to the elevator.
    âWell, okay, enjoy your books. Iâm sure Giulio will be easier to talk to tomorrow.â Anna said waving goodbye as the elevator closed behind me.
Time Skip
    That was over a week ago. Not once has Giulio spoken to me in that time. I had tried multiple times to get him to talk to me, but every time I tried he either walked away or just acted like I hadnât even spoken. Every time he ignored me, I brushed it off telling myself that he was just tired or he hadnât heard me.Â
    Unfortunately, I was forced to face the truth in the worst way. I had just entered the common room of the dorm building, when I heard hushed voices coming from the kitchen area.
    âI already told you, itâs easier this way.â The first voice was clearly Giulio, and he sounded irritated.
    I silently moved to be standing closer to the kitchen but still out of sight and waited to hear what else was being said. âYou canât just stop talking to them, Giulio. You need to explain yourself at least.â That was Anna, and from how exasperated she sounded, I could tell this wasnât the first time they have had this conversation.
    The responding sigh was a tell tale sign that Giulio was tired of the conversation. âAnd tell me Anna how exactly am I supposed to Y/n that I donât want to be friends anymore?â After hearing that one question I knew it was over, I had lost one of my long time friends and there was nothing I could do about it. I didnât wait to hear the blonde's response before running out of the dorm building.
    Knowing now that Giulio was ignoring me because he was done with our friendship hurt worse than any injury I could receive from a villain. I had been the one to save him from the burning rubble of the Scervino house after the Gullinis attacked and I helped him recover quickly so he could find Anna. We had been through so much together, but I guess all good things come to an end. I just wish he could have told me before he stole my heart.
   After leaving the dorms I made my way to the staff offices within the U.A. school building. Once I was there I requested to be moved to a different refugee shelter as soon as possible. If Giulio didnât want to be around me anymore, then he wouldnât have to. It didnât take long to get approval and shortly after I returned to the dorm to pack what little belongings I had, a couple Proheroes arrived to help me get to the new shelter safely. When the gates of U.A. closed behind me, I sighed knowing that even if this hurt me it would remove stress from the two people who meant everything to me.
Time Skip to after the Final war arc
    Itâs been a few months since I last saw Giulio or Anna. The war with the villains had ended and many parts of Japan were quickly being rebuilt with the help of the Proheroes. While many of the refugees from the various shelters returned to what was left of their old lives and began rebuilding, I decided to start over. I had left my old life the day I left Giulio and Anna at U.A. so I saw no point in leaving Japan.Â
   It was difficult to find work but I eventually found a job at a small convenience store that had narrowly survived the country wide battle. It wasnât much but the owner also allowed me to rent out the small apartment that was over the shop for a discounted rate. Slowly but surely I was making a place for myself. Eventually I even stopped wondering what Giulio and Anna were up to, I started truly accepting that the part of my life was in the past.
  At least it was in the past. It was brought back to front of my mind when a familiar head of red hair walked into the store. At first I thought I was imagining things, that maybe I hadnât really gotten over it all like I thought. But as soon as I saw his metal hand, I knew I wasnât just seeing things. Before I could duck behind the counter and act like I wasnât there, he turned his head in my direction and I watched as what I could only describe as joy washed over his face.
  Sure I had seen Giulio smile before but it was never directed at me. Plus with the way he treated me last time I saw him, why on earth would he be happy to see me of all people. Thinking quickly I decided to act like I hadnât recognized him. âWelcome in, is there anything I can help you find?â I asked plastering on my fakest smile, trying to hide the conflicted thoughts rushing through my head.
  I then watched as Giulio took a moment to process what I said, confusion replacing the smile that was there a second ago. âDonât play stupid with me Y/n. Weâve been looking for you for months.â He said approaching the counter. âI also saw the way you looked at me when I walked in so donât even bother trying to act like you donât know me or what Iâm talking about. Now mind telling me why you ran off and where youâve been these past couple months.â It wasnât a question, Giulio wanted answers and he was determined to get them.
   Rolling my eyes I leaned against the wall behind the counter. âWhy do you care? Last time I checked you werenât talking to me.â I responded, the hurt from before turned to anger now that he was actually willing to have a conversation with me. âWhat was it you said to Anna that day? Oh yeah it was âhow exactly am I supposed to Y/n that I donât want to be friends anymore?â. Donât come in here acting like you care when you were the one who wanted to end our friendship.â I answered, revealing that I had heard their âsecretâ conversation.
  Giulio stood in shock at my response. He wasnât expecting such a harsh reply to his simple question. âWait, you heard that?â He asked, sounding slightly panicked. I only nodded in response. âDid you hear the rest of that conversation?â He continued.
   âNo Giulio, I didnât. Why would I stay and listen to the guy I thought was my best friend tell our friend that he was done with me? Honestly, had you told me you didnât want to be friends anymore instead of ignoring me, I might not be upset right now.â I said not understanding why he thinks anyone would want to hear their friend talk bad about them.
   Giulio sighed, he glanced around the room as if searching for the right words to say. I just watched him confused, it was not like it was a secret anymore he could just tell me the truth and be done. âI think you should have stayed and listened to the rest of that conversation.â He finally started. I was about to respond but he beat me to it. âIt wasnât that I wanted our friendship to end. Itâs more the opposite actually.â He said looking down at the floor, his bangs falling to block his face from view. âI was confused about my feelings. For so long I thought I had feelings for Anna, that once she was safe from the toll her quirk put on her we would be together. But then you saved after the Gullinis took Anna, and you stuck with me the entire time after. Even when I tried to push you away, you stuck by my side promising to help me complete my mission.â I stood silent as began to explain himself. âThen even after Anna was saved and we were allowed to stay at U.A. I thought things would go the way I originally thought. But the more time I spent with just you in nonlife threatening situations, the more I realized what I really wanted.âÂ
   He paused for another moment, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath like he was preparing for something big. â I thought for the longest time I wouldnât fall in love, and then I met you and you didnât judge me for my goal or turn your back on me when I was difficult. Y/n, I know I was childish and hurt you but if youâll allow, Iâd be honored to spend forever making it up to you.â Giulio finished as he finally looked me in the eye. It was my turn to freeze again. Of all the things I expected for him to say to me, that was not it.
    I blinked a couple of times trying to fully grasp what he meant. After what felt like hours of silence I finally responded. âYouâre right, you were childish and you did hurt me. But I was also childish by running away before talking things out. Iâm sorry I jumped to conclusions and left without saying anything to you or Anna.â I paused to breathe for a second before truly smiling at him. âAnd Giulio, you can start making it up to me by taking me to dinner tomorrow.â I finished.
   Giulio returned the smile, nodding in confirmation. âAs you wish.â He said with a slight bow, earning a chuckle from me.
    âGood, now I have to get back to work. You can pick me up here at 8.â I said while grabbing a pen and piece of paper. Quickly scribbling my new phone number down. âAnd hereâs my new number since youâve probably already guessed I changed phones after I left.â I finished handing him the paper.Â
     He quickly accepted it, nodding one last time. âOf course I will see you tomorrow Y/n.â With that he turned and left the store.Â
    As I watched him walk away I couldnât help but wonder what would have been different if I had stayed and listened to the end of that conversation all those months ago.
(dividers by @/cafekitsune)
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Carl Grimes x Fem!reader
Fluff, blood, cramps (like, very, VERY bad cramps), comfort and loads of sweetness from Carl. (Most prolly ooc)

It was that time of the month you feared again, your period was one of the things you hated the most in the world, bleeding wasn't even that bad, the cramps were.
You had found out you were on your period that morning when you woke up in pain, your lower belly felt like it was being constantly stabbed, ripped apart by something sharp from the inside, and lucky for you, you had stirred your boyfriend awake too.
"What's wrong?" His voice was raspy and groggy, still laced with sleep as he rubbed his eye, looking at the way you remained sat in bed while holding your pelvic area, his eyebrows quickly furrowing in concern. "Is it that time of the month? Are the cramps bad?"
You can't help but nod at his questions, too preoccupied with your pain to actually want to try and mouth a reply for him, and he understands it, if you hated your period cramps he hated them ten times more, he couldn't stand seeing you suffer, and even less when it was a pain he couldn't really help with taking away.
Carl sits up and gently reaches forward for you, his touch soft on your skin as he makes you lay down again, switching places in bed as he checks for any kind of leakage you may have had in your sleep, he notices the stain and is quick to lift you up from the bed. "C'mon we gotta get you clean, alright? I'll change the bedsheets too."
He carries you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet, taking off the flannel he had used to sleep and placing it around your lower belly to provide some warmth to ease your cramps a bit as he starts the water to run you a bath, "just wait for a little, alright love?" he kisses your forehead tenderly before disappearing into the room for a couple of minutes, changing the bedsheets. Returning just in time to turn the water off, checking the temperature before helping you out of your pajamas, being mindful of your comfort as he tries not to stare too much or do anything you wouldn't want him to. "I can get inside myself."
He shakes his head, clearly not accepting that. "Nope, I don't want you passing out on me or something because you tried to tough it off, let me take care of you right now, please." You sigh and reluctantly accept, being carried and carefully set down inside the tub, the hot water soothing your swollen pelvic area.
Carl bathed you gently, his touch caring and sweet as he washed you, and now he had taken the mission of dressing you comfortably, a pair of new underwear along with a pad, his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts. "Where did you get a pad?" He smiles sheepishly, looking up at you "I asked Michonne for one for you, she gave me a couple more too."
You muster up a smile through the pain, Carl was always so sweet, so caring, when it came to you. "Thanks."
As Carl eases you back into bed and tucks you in you try and relax a little, but the pain is overwhelming even if you were already kinda used to it, and Carl knows that, so he's quick to pepper kisses on your face before leaving to go downstairs to the kitchen, returning shortly after with a plate of pancakes that were probably cooked by Michonne, a bag of hot water and a chocolate bar he was saving up in the freezer.
"Alright baby, let me take care of you." His hands are gentle as he places the bag of water over your lower belly, taking a seat beside you on the bed and feeding you patiently, helping to try and ease your pain through every painful cramp with kisses and sweet words.
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"I can't take it, I hate this." You say softly and start sobbing, it had been hours and your pain only seemed to be getting worse, and Carl couldn't help but feel his heart ache for you. "It's alright, pretty girl, it's alright baby, let me get you a cup of tea and make you warm, that will help."
It doesn't take more than five minutes for Carl to be back with a hot cup of tea for you, which he places between your hands to let you drink at your own pace, he had also gotten you a couple pills of painkillers of his own that he had been given after his eye got shot off, it wouldn't take all the pain away, but he hoped to make it better.
As you finish drinking the tea and swallow the pills you ease back onto the mattress, hiccuping slightly from crying before as Carl envelopes his arms around you, warmth, that's what he provided, and you loved feeling warm with his love and care.
"I love you, Carl" you whisper as you let your head rest on his shoulder, your arms around his neck as he cups your lower back, gently massaging it. "I love you too, baby."
You drift off into a peaceful slumber, and so does he when he senses you're better now, and how to not be? If he kept you so warm and comforted, you felt like even the greatest pain eased between his arms.
What the fuck did I do help. Anyways, I'm bouta die from my own cramps, so this is for all the cramping girlies.
Also, deadass wanted to make Carl play-punch reader in the lower belly to say some corny ahh shit like "evil cramps, leave my princess alone" đ
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