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totallyanopossum · 12 days ago

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bully romance, why choose, hurt/comfort

Please forgive our sins

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part 4

Kas takes her to the doctors for a check up. She gets her stitches removed and all looks good, she just has to come back in 5 weeks to get her casts removed.

She doesn't hear much of anything, the world has lost its color and the sounds are so dull she can barely hear what's said around her, but she's not really interested in what they say. It's all a dull foggy experience as Kaz takes her to the doctors, before she realizes it their back in the car to head home.

Kaz- “ Bea are you okay, are you there?”

Silence.

He reaches out and puts a hand on her arm trying to get her attention, but the reaction he hoped for isn't what he gets. She gets very startled, heart rate jumping up, reflexes kicking into overdrive. She jumps out of her seat and tries to get as far away as possible but that's limited in a car so she just presses her body against the car's door. She sees there is no threat, and focuses on taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down and get her body out of panic mode.

Seeing her react like this reminds Kaz of high-school, but back then he never understood how serious her reactions were. Never realized how much damage they did to her, because deep down he knows this is partly his fault and he hates himself for that.

He wont let his guilt eat him apart though,he's gonna use it to fuel himself to be better, will reflect on this moment, the look on her face, he'll never forget it, he won't let himself forget it atheist not until they make things better.

K- “ Bea… I'm sorry… are you okay?”

B- “ yeah just need a minute for heart rate to go down”

K- “ I'm so sorry”

B- “ it's okay Kaz, it happens, can't be helped I'm jumpy”

She always does that, she can't stand making others feel bad. She can't stand it so much that she'll soothe others' pain and concerns even when she's breaking, even when they are the one who's causing her pain. It's very draining, but that's all she's ever known life to be, draining so she accepts it.

K- “ wanna stop and get a milkshake on the way home”

He knows she likes them, because in high-school they would often see in the morning sitting in her car with a milkshake. She used to bring them into school but we would steal them and dump them on her. Another pang of guilt, but he'll do better.

B- “ PDQ mint cookies and cream?”

K- “ is that your favorite?”

B- “ yes it's been a while since I've had one”

K- “ perfect timing then”

For the first time since she moved in with them he sees her real smile as she drinks her milkshake. He knows the different smiles she wears well, the I'm about time cry where her lips quiver, the angry one that doesn't reach her eyes yet they burn with rage, the hollow one that looks like it belongs to a corpse, the slightly real when from when she comes into school on a good morning before they ruined it, and the real smile. He's only seen it once before on the day she got the call her mother died, most would cry or freeze but she smiled the biggest brightest smile and now he's seeing it again, he hopes he gets to see it more often it truly brightens life.

They pull into the drive way and he notes the way she stares at the house as if she's afraid it will jump at her. He knows she's scared of what's inside, he wishes he could change that, change history.

K- “ Bea, does the house scare you?”

B- “ no, I just… it's hard…”

K- “ what's hard?”

B- “ to do anything”

She doesn't wanna continue this talk, if she honestly answered that question she'd go on for hours and it would hurt him, so she'll keep the hurt to herself. She opens her door signaling to him she's not gonna say more.

He gets her signal and goes around to help her out. He doesn't do the full carrying around like Xander, he worries it will make her feel trapped and controlled, so he just acts as a support to help her walk on her own, he thinks she appreciates it. When Xander carries her she kinda gets that look like a kitten grabbed by its scruff, just frozen, so he tries to avoid having that effect.

He gets her back to her room and helps take off her shoes and jacket. Once she's settled in bed he goes to leave.

B- “ Thank you for the milkshake… I cant believe you remembered”

K-” I remember it all, ill do better this time round”'

She nods to him and he nods back and leaves her room. Xander stops him in the hall.

X- “ How did it go?”

K- “ you could ask her yourself you know”

Kas shares Chase's sentiment that Xander is standing in his own way. He's letting his guilt destroy and consume him, but he does have the most to feel guilty about, but still he might ruin all their chances if he doesn't change his attitude.

X- “ just tell me”

K- “ all is good, but go ask her yourself show her you care for fucks sake”

Xander wants to talk to her, he gets Kaz and chases points and knows he could take them all down if he doesn't get over himself, but how, he doesn't know how.

He's paced in the hall passing her door for 10 minutes trying to find the words to say but he just ends up cursing himself for his incompetence. He gives up and just watches her from the screens, he hates himself thinking the only connection he'll have with her is this, staring at her through a screen, wordless, touch less, and loveless.

All he's done is hurt her, yet he craves love from her, how absurd to expect that, it's impossible. She may have agreed to give us a second chance but that's probably only because she was talking with Chase, not me. I'm the one who's truly sinned, truly hurt her, she's said it herself she'll never forgive me, and I don't blame her. It was the one time she actually screamed back at me, and it was the first time he truly wished he could express himself in a gentle, kind way. It was the first time he didn't have a comeback to something she said, it actually broke his heart a bit seeing just how deeply he'd hurt the girl he loved but didn't know how to communicate with.

She'll never forgive him because the one time cps finally sent a person who gave a shit, she couldn't get them to believe her and to take her away from mother away. Because she had bruises that he gave her and so all her other bruises were blamed on him and not her mother and after that she was labeled a liar. She had to stay and suffer her mothers abuse because of him, she blames him for that, how does he ever stand a chance getting her love with that hanging over them. He has never told the others about this, he couldn't bring himself to tell them about his biggest shame, the guilt that's the anchor pulling him down.

C- “ hey Trix its been a week, its shower time again”

B- “ ok”

Her voice is hollow, her eyes dead, she's become a living corpse. When he came in to tell her it's shower day he had the mentality of keeping his mind focused so another boner incident doesnt happen but he sees that wont be a problem he's too concerned about her state to think that way. She only answers in one word statements or by nodding yes or no. She has no reaction to anything, she's not even there anymore and that pains him, he knows they need to act and do something quick because how much longer of this before she's actually dead.

Chase brings his concerns to Kaz who has also come to the same conclusions about her, they have only seen her decline and both are worried they are doing more harm then good. She looks so hollow and empty, not even bothering to hide how bad it's gotten anymore. In school no matter what had happened she always tried to put on a smile and act like everything was fine even with tears streaming down her face, but now she's given up.

Both Chase and Kaz are trying with her to change how she views them, to show her they are no longer her bullies, they feel they're doing good at that, so why is she declining. They think it's because of Xander, he's not making an effort to show her he's changed, he's just hiding from her when he's the one she needs to reconcile with. They know they have deep issues, ones that might not be fixable but an attempt needs to be made, whether it turns out good or bad this is one of those things that needs to happen, so they plan a way to make that happen.

For Xander to take action Kaz and Chase will need to leave them alone for a while, that way they are forced to interact. Kaz and Chase tell Xander they have to leave town for a few days and they got a gig out of town. Since Xander is the type to catch them in a lie and track them, Kaz and Chase have to actually go out of town for a few days.

They left during midday so now he has to bring her lunch. He's the one who usually cooks the meals but he always makes them deliver them, he's too pathetic to do it himself and face her but now he must.

Once he steps in the room he freezes, the sight of her in person has something that the screens lacked, here in person he can see just how hollow she is, how much she's changed and wasted away. It feels like a spike has just been driven through his heart, the girl he loves is fading away and hes just a fucking idiot who has let it happen under his roof, all this time just standing back expecting results without putting in any action.

He puts the food on her pop up bed table and waits to make sure she eats, but all she does is stare at the food, expression blank. She makes no move to eat, he knows she hasn't been eating much lately but surely she's eating some, right? The guys always bring the plates back with some food gone, or where they playing him. He tries to think of words to encourage her but none come to mind, he feels he's felt only one option to force feed her. She needs to eat and those guys are too soft to make her, but he’ll do what's needed even if it only makes his image worse, it's fine he'll be her villain, if it means keeping her alive he'll do anything.

He hates what he's about to do, but it must be done, he's already the villain in her story and he can accept that as long as she stays alive he can accept that she'll always hate him.

He gets a spoon full of food and holds it to her lips, but they stay closed. Fuck Bics not make this harder, please.

X- “ Bics open up you need to eat”

She slowly turns, looking up at me. Those hollow blank eyes showing no emotion, as if a corpse was staring at me. She looks back to the food then me again then just resigns herself to start straight ahead at nothing.

Okay then the hard way it is, im so sorry Bics.

He grabs her jaw and pushes on both sides forcing her mouth to open, he put the spoon in,closes her mouth and hopes she’ll do the rest, but no movement.

X- “ Chew”

Oh thank fuck shes listening, just needs comands, i can do that.

X- “ swallow”

She does as he says, following the commands, more on instinct than anything else. Her mind's been wired to do whatever Xander says when he speaks in that forceful harsh tone to her.

He makes her clear the plate, it takes a while with him having to spoon feed her and command her to chew and swallow but she gets it all down. He knows he should be doing things to make her think good of him and how he's no longer a bully and he knows force feeding her will probably have the opposite effect but it couldn't be avoided.

Once he leaves the room he has to stop in the hall to take a breath, emotions aren't his thing, he doesn't deal with them well and right now he's filled with them. He wants to punch the wall but if he'll ever have a chance with her he needs to learn to handle his feelings better. He may not be making progress with her but he's trying to make progress for her by bettering himself, it's a very very slow process.

When he brings dinner it goes the same, all during the encounter his self critical inner voice is beating the shit out of him. He feels defeated, he didn't notice how bad things had gotten soon enough, if he just could have gotten over himself and listened to the guys maybe this could have been avoided. Like they said he's the only one in his way and he's bringing them all down.

He watches the screen and tries to think of some plan but comes up with nothing that seems probable. He can either try and make her think good of him, but honestly he'll probably fail at that. Or he can get her in better health but that will involve forcing her to eat and things and that definitely wont improve his image. So he's at a dead end, but his minds spiraling and not being very rational so he decided it's time to sleep, Tomorrow he can try again with a clear head today. His emotions are overtaking him and he can't cope right now.

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maggicktouched · 14 days ago

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"That sounds like a lonely life." Beck said gently. A whole continent of witches without familiars. Normally she found the ways in which they differed fascinating, but this just sounded sad. Her first familiar had come to her as a young girl of only five years, and only in her darkest hours had she ever been without a familiar since.

"I have two familiars. Both were spirits at one time, who wished so dearly to draw near to me they incarnated into a physical form." Angrboda looked at Beck as she spoke, and blinked slow and languidly. Beneath the rush of water around them, the low, thrumming sound of purring filled the air. Beck leaned forward, and the feline pressed her forehead against her witch to nuzzle her softly. "Boda was much younger than Grani. A wisp of a moon spirit in the body of a little ferocious kitten. She found me as a young woman camping on the rocky shores of lake Isvegin. The sun never fully rises there, and in the darkest night the brilliance of the moon over the quiet water is said to drive the wicked to madness. I stayed there two months in awe of it, and she came to me. I tried to get her to return to the Dream Realm, but she wouldn't have any of it."

There was much more to that story. Perhaps one day she'd tell Yennefer about how she sought out the lake in hopes of healing her fractured spirit. How she swallowed so much rage over the years that the anger had molded itself into a vicious beast inside her own veins and threatened to boil her alive in her own skin. How she walked into the frigid waters in search of relief even if it meant her own death. And how the Moon had seen her across the great expanse---a living breathing incarnation of the Nature Spirit that the Moon so loved---suffering so intently, and could not stand it. She had taken a piece of herself and placed it into a clutch of owl eggs. Beck had found the egg cracked on the ground, but inside it there was no screeching owlet, only a crying kitten. Their bond had been almost instant as she cared for the little kitten, and a few months later, after they had long since left the rocky shores, Angrboda became her familiar. Boda shared in her memories of pain and neglect, and had taken the rage within herself.

It saved her life... but it made Angrboda a temperamental and powerful foe.

"Grani-" Beck motioned to the hawk flying languid circles in the sky above them, watching them on their path, "Came to me a few years before Boda. I was only sixteen? But he was much older. He had long since been capable of thought and magic in the Dream Realm when he came to me. I was wandering the fields near the ranch where I lived as a girl, before my father died. I was---lost, at the time. Not physically but, in my heart, you know? He fell from the sky in a blaze of light, turning from a hawk to a golden stallion." Beck laughed gently. "I don't think I had much of a choice in the matter. He had already chosen me. He's a sun spirit."

Another tragic tale that she'd dipped in gold to hide the dark truth. Another time her life had been saved. Her first familiar, Dawnbreaker, had been a sun spirit as well, and upon her brutal murder she had used the last of her power not to try and free herself, but to pull Grani from the Dream Realm. The death of a familiar is something few witches survive, and Beck certainly wouldn't have without Grani. He had waited two years for her to return to her homeland where he ruled over a massive herd of wild horses. He had left them all to another stallion to join her, and being with him helped stitch together the gaping wound left on her spirit in the wake of Dawnbreaker's death.

"We are all incarnations of different spirits, us three. The Moon, the Sun, and the Nature of this world. And we are all three connected to one another now, so thoroughly woven into each other there is no discerning where I end and they begin. Like wool that's been felted together. But it isn't just this way for me. This is how it is for all witches and their familiars."

Beck perched herself on the side of the boat and reached down. The ox spirit that tugged them along briefly formed its face from the fog and rose up to let her stroke it before dipping down into the water once more. It had settled nicely in the presence of three calm and powerful spirits.

"I wonder if the connection isn't deeper than you think." She said, watching Yennefer pull a living creature through space and time to rest on her finger for barely a breath, before sending it away. And yet the bird had not been alarmed. Beck could feel animals and their spirits, as well as the magic around her, and she hadn't felt any great force of will on Yennefer's part subjecting the animal to her will. There was magic involved, sure, but she couldn't help but wonder if the birds were so varied because only the willing answered the sorceress' call.

"If there is no real relationship, not even a spark of one, why is it always birds? Why do they not resist you?" She almost laughed at the thought. Yennefer wasn't a woman to be resisted. If her beauty was not enough to subdue someone, her will most certainly was. But she felt the question was worth pondering. "Magic is magic, no matter where you are, but the people who practice it cause its form to change shape so drastically. Blood changes that, I'm sure, but I wonder how much is really just a matter of perception?"

She shrugged, watching as Angrboda yawned and slunk off the canvas roof to go back inside the warm interior of the little vessel.

"But then again, what do I know? I was hardly a star pupil in school." Her fingers drummed a little beat on the side of the boat. "Anyway... We should reach the shore in about a week's time if we can keep a steady pace. You really don't have anyone you wish to speak to? I don't know when you'll be able to return."

Yennefer watched--and listened--with curiosity. The concept was fascinating--and alarming. She did not much like the idea of sharing her memories with any creature, but she could at least admit that such a bond with an animal was preferable to a human. Yet, she had very little time to contemplate the idea before Beck began a process that was far more fascinating.

She watched, wrapt with interest, as the divot in the boat took shape, as the blood was added. Blood magic was forbidden where she came from, but that had never stopped her practicing it all the same. She, therefore, could feel no surprise or worry that Beck was familiar with such a practice. What happened next was a far greater surprise. She gripped the side of the boat as smoke formed around her feet, rising up through the ship and filling the very air around them. As the boat lurched, Yennefer reached out instinctively for Beck's arm. The last thing they needed was for Beck to go flying overboard into the now smoke drenched waters. But the woman was steady on her feet and did not seem to need any aid at all.

What was more, the chaos lasted only a moment. "Impressive." Yennefer watched the space where the ox had been, but the water was calm now. The spell had worked. She had not doubted that Beck was able, but she had to say, she appreciated the dramatics of it. Simple magic had its purpose, but she did always enjoy the spectacle.

"I have heard stories of familiars. Read about them, to be more accurate. I have never met anyone who had one." Yennefer had made it her business long ago to understand magic beyond the walls of the school that had trained her. She had learned much in Aretuza, but like all institutions, it was limited in what it could offer her. Magic was much stronger--and stranger--than what could be taught in a single classroom. So Yennefer traveled, seeking out strange tales of mysterious sorceress across the seas, and she read every book she could get her hands on. Familiars came up frequently, but the more she learned about them, the less surprised she was that she and the sorceresses she knew had never had one. Their magic was much more about taking than it was about connection.

Long ago, the humans had taken their magic from the elves. They had poor understanding of its working, no inner connection to its power, but they had forced its hand all the same. Yennefer herself was a child of both worlds: her father's eleven blood made her magic stronger than most, but it also meant less opportunities in a land prejudiced against eleven kind. She had had little opportunity to study magic as it once was--connected to the land and the animals that resided within it. Beck's connection to the world around her was fascinating, and Yennefer felt, for the first time in a very long time, envy at another's powers.

"I can summon aid when required." She raised her left hand, and a raven appeared out of thin air, tendrils of purple magic surrounding its wings--though only for the briefest of seconds. It fluttered down and rested upon her ring finger. She stroked its head. "My birds can send messages. Perform favors. Attack, if necessary. They understand what I need, so I suppose the connection is telepathic. But they are rarely the same bird twice. The magic involved is a tool, not a relationship. That will be all," she added to the bird and it vanished in a wisp of purple smoke.

"How many familiars do you have exactly?"

#burnnouts

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dreamgothgirl · 2 years ago

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Quiet, The Winter Harbor

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut

*inspired by the Mazzy Star song of the same name

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His whispers dripped from his lips like that sweet, fiery bourbon you loved tasting only from his tongue. Your hips ground against his; so needy yet in no rush. These moments didn’t come easily. Especially with him. The intimacy of quiet whispers and gentle touches; contrasting the harsh shoves and pulls accompanied by shouts of urgency and new orders of taking more lives. You didn’t like killing. Neither did he.

A quiet tear slid down your cheek as you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. Something you were beginning to sadly get more used from hanging around him so much. Even so, you still shed a few tears here and there. Knowing those people you killed would never experience this feeling or any other feeling other than adrenaline, rage, and the anger of what they deem to be injustices or ‘the truth’. It hurt. But that was also exactly why you cherished these moments all the more. You two were the few lucky ones and he would be damned if he or you wouldn’t take advantage of that fact.

Through darkened lashes and blackened voids holding pools of a pale blue, he stared at you. The lieutenant staring at his top sniper on his team and, if it were up to him, the entire damn military. His hands delicately traced every scar, scratch, scab, and stitch you adorned on your body. You were self conscious of them at first. Now, after he’s seen them, you present them almost as trophies. Prideful and regret less. Whatever scars you had, you received saving your team. His touch sent your stomach rolling and your back arching, pushing your body against his own more than his hand that made its home in the small of your back.

“That’s my good girl,” his deep voice grumbled into your ear while you panted against his chest, licking his shoulder as his hand that was at your knee began to make its way to the back. A firm squeeze and slap of your ass made you gasp and whimper against his bare skin. Patchouli, gunpowder, and the faintest note of black pepper and gun metal filled your senses as his mask covered your nose from the deep, passionate kiss he gifted you from his naked mouth.

Even in the privacy and comfort of his own home, your own home, he refused to take it off. You weren’t offended. If anything you found it hotter. But what you wouldn’t give to trace your fingers over every pore, hair, stubble, or beauty mark he may have on his face just like he did your body. You panted, “Ghost…hah….Simon…please, baby…”

He gave a gentle, kitten like lick to your lips as he firmly held your thigh against his hip whilst rolling you onto your back. Mentally, he scoffed at the way you looked. Not because of you looked or sounded stupid, but because of the coincidence of it all. They called him Ghost. And he you were. Wrapped up in soft white sheets with the pale moonlight illuminating your being like a goddess. You were almost too pure for him despite the two of you being practically joined at the hip on the battlefield. You were beautiful. Angelic. Truly hauntingly beautiful. The only thing to make him look as though he was the one who’d seen a ghost.

You stared with a slightly furrowed brow and sparkling, half lidded eyes. You could’ve sworn you were higher than a kite had you taken something before this. Seeing your lieutenant, so stoic and unyieldingly intimidating now partially naked and above your fully naked figure. Vulnerable. Bare. Unapologetic and strong. So fucking strong. Ghost was TF 141’s protector. He made everyone hear the symphonies of machine guns and his stealth was equivalent to your clean whisps of your sniper rifle that always landed you your famous double headshots. But when you were together; peaceful and worshipping one another, you swear you heard the sweetest melodies. Like a mazzy star song on a snowy night. Just like this one.

More.

More tears began to fall.

More.

Your limbs wrapped around his large build, wrapping him in a sweet delicacy that he’d never felt before. And if he had, it didn’t compare to this one. For Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley would never forget the touch of the woman he truly loved. The woman who managed to remain that empathetic ray of sarcastic sunshine. The woman who saved his life outside of the battlefield.

More.

More desire to make you his bubbled in his chest and flooded his brain. His thumb gently wiped away your tears as you stared up at him with a quivering smile. “What’s the matter, my love?”

More.

Ghost began to kiss your trail of tears as delicately as he used to clean and dress your wounds. Even crying and tearful, you were as gorgeous as the stars in the deserts of Kazakhstan. You sniffled and shook your head, closing your eyes and drawing in a trembling breath as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Nothing…I’m just overwhelmed…,” you whimpered and kissed his lips after every word, “I love you.”

Kiss.

“I love you.”

Another.

“I love you…”

Ghost reciprocated every blessing your lips gifted. He held your hands in his own larger ones and whispered, “And…I as well, my love.”

Your lip quivered and a barely audible request left your chest in almost a sigh, “Say it…please, Simon…”

Ghost furrowed his brow slightly and held your body close as he sat up with you now on his lap. You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck to inhale the scent of his musk and balaclava. His lips left kisses on your shoulder that felt as faint as a phantom. You were so precious to him. More than you’d ever know. He’d always seen you almost as a porcelain doll. Delicate but still ‘bloody unsettling’ with your skills. Almost like their lifeless eyes. Something he was proud to tell you, you didn’t have.

He whispered and laid back with you on top of him, “I love you, y/n. My goddess.”

You bit your lip, trying not to sob from the gratitude of him being alive as it consumes you the more he held and spoke to you. “My savior….my hero.”

His heart skipped a beat. It filled with pride and a need to keep you close. The need to keep you safe. The need to keep this moment alive. He could pleasure you whenever he wanted. But this wasn’t something he was used to nor received even once in a blue moon. Right now, it was the two of you against the world. And he’d go to hell and back if it meant you were still smiling and giving to him. Giving him all of you as he did.

“No more crying, love. Lets have a smile then, yeah?” he requested as he pulled away just enough to see your face. Those strong fingers followed by his muscular tattooed forearm brushed a piece of hair behind the shell of your ear before you held the same hand against your cheek.

You sniffled and gave a breathy chuckle. Ghost gave a satisfied grunt, “Atta girl. There’s my beautiful sunshine.”

Your free hand slid to the hem of his balaclava. For a second, the both of you remained still. You were waiting for him to retaliate. He was waiting for you to continue.

“Just for a moment. Understood?”

Trying not to reveal your excitement too much, you smiled a little more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Slowly, his muscles gradually tensed as he began to feel more air hit his features until there was no warmth anymore. There, he sat. Your eyes drank in any and every feature they could and without thinking, you brought your dreams to fruition. You held the sides of his neck, leaving kisses on his forehead, nose, and cheeks but licked every inch of his jaw and neck you could see. A soft groan rumbled from his throat as you gripped his hair and began to softly grind against him again.

His muscles relaxed more and more as he fell deeper and harder into your trance. He gripped your hip, making you grind harder but a bit slower as well while his thumb traced, pushed, and dragged down your bottom lip. You held his wrist and stared with big innocent eyes; fluttering your lashes like long weightless butterfly wings. Ghost’s breath dusted your lips, your tongue licking the tip of his thumb like a snake investigating its prey.

The man finally pushed his thumb all the way in while you whimpered at his thrusts against your bare lower half. He put his balaclava back on earning a whine, “B-…but-“

“Hush, pet. Perhaps I’ll let you see more later on. For now…just…. let me,” he kissed your neck and shoulder while pulling his aching member out, “shit…mmm….just let me…take care of you.”

The harsher his thrusts got, the more tears began to fall once again. Only this time, it was ecstasy and pure love that filled your womb and heart. You’d never felt so complete. Fulfilled. Loved. Simon felt the same. He watched as every muscle in your body flexed and showed their contours in the light of the gods flooding through the white curtains. Every sound, pant, hell even every squish and thrust was ensured to be tattooed deep into his memory. Simon wanted you to remember this night as vividly as he would. He’d left hickeys and love bites that always received a beautiful yelp and/or moan; encouraging his thrust to become harsher and needier.

Your whimpers turned into gasps while his back began to scar with deep scratches and reddened with involuntary slaps caused from sudden jerks of pleasure. His brow twitched a bit at a sudden thought, but nothing was going to stop or embarrass him from asking. Simon put his unmarked forearm in front of his chest horizontally and panted, “Bite. NOW. As hard as you fucking can, sweet girl.”

Without hesitation, you bit down on his forearm and widened your eyes at the deep, raspy ragged breaths he was releasing with a string of yesses from his much harsher, stronger thrusts. Ones that hit your favorite spots perfectly. You rolled your eyes and arched your back as you fell back onto the mattress; the stoic man now with his other hand around your throat and on top of you. Almost as if you were the enemy now.

Simon’s eyes were half lidded from pleasure but his brow was tight. A glare of lust, determination, and a carnal desire to have you permanently, eternally marked as his and his alone. No more stares from other men. No more subtly suggestive comments from the team. And certainly no more touches from the enemy on undercover missions. He buried his face in your neck as your walls clenched tightly around him, “That’s it…yeaah. Hah, fuck, that’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl. You want me to cum inside, yeah?”

Though you couldn’t answer, even once he removed his arm, you panted out, “S-Simon…yes! Please!”

He loved the sound of his name on your tongue. It sounded right. It felt right. You made him feel human again. His anchor to as normal of a life as he could experience after what he was raised around. It was you that made him feel worthy of that name. And it was you that made him feel worthy enough to set aside the name ‘Ghost.’ Though that never sounded bad coming from you either. Combined with your comforting, girlish, and somehow ��domestic’ scent? It shoved him into oblivion.

Pants turned to sighs and eventually faded into soft breaths colliding with each other while your foreheads rejoined again. Simon pretended to sleep purely to coerce you into your own slumber. Once his plan succeeded, he spent the rest of the night watching your chest subtly bump as it rose and fell with your stomach and full womb. He was glad you were on birth control. Not just because he was a firm believer that this world was far from fit for a child, but because he could never give up the peace and quiet of this grounding, passionate, life saving moment. One that he would always hope to have again.

A true love that he would always fight to the death for.

For you, he’ll always make sure he never turns into a ghost.

#fan fiction #mw2 2022 #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #military #video games #comfort #mazzy star #my love #ghost is babygirl #i love him #ghost brain rot

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lilragekitten · 1 year ago

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First gen trio is done!

I just got to give a thorough washing and do the white outline but we're finally finished!!

#cross stitch #kittens and rage stitching #pokemon #eeveelution #finish #xstitch #first gen trio

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team-red-on-red · 5 months ago

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Jason saw that little wrinkle of Tim’s nose, finding it a bit cute the way it scrunched his face like a disgruntled kitten. “Edgy narrative is my middle name Timbo” he chuckled, eyes flickering down to the precise and clean stitches now on his side. They were a hell of a lot better than Jason could have done by himself and he was pretty sure even Alfred would approve of Tim’s work. He let out a low scoff at the mention of Dick, a person who kept desperately trying to be his ‘older brother’ again and always wanted to meet up everytime he was in town. God, he was sick of seeing that black and blue spandex dickhead jumping around.

“Relax, by the way don’t you have contingency plans on top of contingency plans? I’m willing to bet a few of those are for different scenarios of me getting injured or in the ditch.” He pulled his shirt back on and as he did, ignored the fleeting thought that wanted to ask Tim what the plan was if Jason was to have his ‘lazarus pit rage’ again. He didn’t update people but.. He felt like he was doing well. He could no longer feel that ugly green bubbling in the back of his mind, and he wouldn’t see tints of green if something ticked him off. Now it was red, but that was usually someone’s blood.

He could feel the new stitches since they were fresh, but it felt more stable. He would be able to shift comfortably and not worry about bleeding between the bandages. Now that that was taken care of, he was honestly feeling a little peckish, and he was determined to see the other vigilante demolish a burger. “Let’s go get a burger. ‘M starving from all the blood loss.” he exaggerated and pulled his leather jacket back on. He knew he should probably put a little more effort in changing his civilian fashion, but some days, it was just funnier and convenient to just grab his usual brown jacket. At least this one had no blood on it.

Birds of a Feather

(closed RP with @muuuumin)

Things were not going according to plan.

Tim really didn’t like it when things didn’t go according to plan.

Sadly, that was the nature of Gotham City, which was exactly why Tim had backup plan after backup plan, accounting for every conceivable variable. He’d written an algorithm just for this case. There was a stack of paperwork heavier than Tim was.

And yet, somehow, none of that accounted for faulty construction of the barrier along the route Tim expected to chase the criminal along, and just like that all 27 of Tim’s backup plans went out the window, and he and this thug were tearing through the streets of Gotham City.

Fortunately, Tim had always been quick. Maybe not quite as strong as some of the other bats, but he was balanced in agility, which was useful when it came to jumping over the wooden palettes that had been knocked in his way.

He’d been chasing this guy for months, the leader of a trafficking ring that made Tim’s stomach turn with each new detail he learned. Finally, Tim had him… nearly. Weeks of careful planning were reduced to instinct, fueled by the base knowledge that whatever happened, he had to catch this guy. Because of that, he wasn’t particularly paying attention to where the man was running, only that Tim needed to catch up to him.

Tim was getting close. His chest burned with it, but he was closing the distance. The leader was about three times Tim’s size, but that made him slow, which Tim used to his advantage.

One last turn lead them down a long alley with far fewer obstacles to jump over, and Tim took that as his chance. Putting one last burst of energy into moving forward, he could reach out and touch the man before him. So, he did. He leapt forward and used all his momentum to send the both of them tumbling to the ground, pinning the man’s arms behind him.

“Get off- you little shit,” the criminal squirmed violently, pinned face down as he was. Tim was fully sitting on his back, using his entire body weight to keep him down and frankly unconvinced that was enough. Tim was strong, but he couldn’t hold someone like this forever. “I ain’t getting taken down by some pipsqueak-ass kid. I’ll fucking kill you.”

Tim used his position to secure handcuffs around the man’s wrists, trying to catch his breath. He might’ve secured them a little tighter than necessary, but knowing what this man did Tim frankly didn’t feel bad about it.

Things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan, but Tim had gotten the criminal in the end. This would just serve as… something to keep in mind for the next time he had to make a plan. Always double check the strength of the barricades along the predicted potential chase route.

Breathless and full of adrenaline, Tim forgot another much more important rule: Always pay attention to where your target is leading you.

#THE BOOOIIIISSSSS #as if we haven’t been rping them in our lil server

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otakusheep15 · 3 years ago

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I first found your stuff on AO3, and then came over to Tumblr to read everything!! it's amazing and I can't get enough. I have a request, if you're up to it: MC is physically hurt buy another demon. how do the brothers (+whoever you wanna write) react/take care of them?

First off, thanks for the compliments. It means a lot to hear that people like my writing. Secondly, I'm a sucker for these kinds of prompts, so I would love to write it.

I'm including Barbs cause he's my fave and I love him <3

Warnings: mentions of violence, injury, slight cannibalism in Beel's section, MC being beaten up, murder, and spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphie's section

Brothers (+ Barbatos) Take Care of Injured MC

Lucifer

His first priority is to make sure you're okay

Props you up on a nearby wall and uses his cape to cover you up

Then he goes after the demon that dares to hurt his precious human

It doesn't even take five seconds before that demon is nothing more than a puddle of red

Immediately goes back over to you

Picks you up as gently as possible and takes you back to the house

Finds a healing spell and heals you up as best he can

Lays you down in his bed and sits there until he deems you healed enough to stand on your own

Mammon

Just nothing but pure rage from him

His vision goes red at the sight of your injured body

Hardly anyone has seen him this mad, so the demon who hurt you can barely even move out of fear

He doesn't even waste his time with this one

Snaps the demon's neck and tosses them aside as if they're nothing

His head starts to clear up now that the threat has been taken care of

Has a bit of an adrenal crash, but is still able to get you home

Immediately calls for his brothers cause he knows he can't help you much

Refuses to leave your side while Satan patches you up

Levi

This is one of the few times he's glad he left the house

Doesn't even spare the demon a glance

They aren't worth his time

Instead, he just crouches down next to you and checks for vitals

He learned a lot during his time as Grand Admiral, including how to take care of an injured person

Rips off some of his clothing to help temporarily bandage any open wounds

Then practically rushed home

He hasn't moved this fast in centuries, so his brothers knew something was wrong

Takes you to the main bathroom where the first aid kit is stored and takes proper care of your wounds

Surprisingly good with stitches and such

Informs Lucifer about the demon so that he, Barbs, and Dia can deal with them

Satan

The demon doesn't even stand a chance against him

Like, they're dead before they even try to escape

He's able to calm down relatively quick and assess the situation

You're clearly not in critical condition, so that's a plus in his book

Handles you with the same gentleness he handles a kitten

Brings you home so he can find a healing spell in one of his thousands of books

Eventually finds one that isn't too strong for a human and heals you up

He brings you back to your room to rest while he goes to make you a drink

Offers to read to you once you feel a bit better

Asmo

Oh, he gets scary when he's mad

He just goes completely silent as he walks up to the scene

His face is totally blank as well

No expression as he grabs the demon and rips their neck out with his teeth

Yeah, that demon is dead

Doesn't wanna risk hurting you, so he calls Solomon to help you out

Luckily, Solomon was in the area and happens to know a good healing spell that won't drain what little energy you have left

Brings you back home once he knows you're okay and refuses to let you out of his room

Beel

He eats the demon

Just, straight up eats them

No remorse, no hesitation

It would be disturbing if you weren't in such pain

Very gentle with you, as he always is

Drops you off in his room so that Belphie can watch you while he gets the first aid kit

Bandages you up to the best of his ability, but Belphie does eventually take over

Starts following you every time you leave the house out of fear you'll get hurt again

Belphie

Another one to just completely ignore the demon

He can deal with that idiot later

Now, you need help, and he's gonna make sure you get it

Immediately brings you to Satan since he knows Satan can heal you

Once he makes sure Satan didn't miss anything, he takes you up to the attic

Also calls Beel up

Cuddles you close for the rest of the night

Major flashbacks to Lilith and the time he killed you

Refuses to let this happen again

Barbs

Yeah, that demon no longer exists in any timeline ever

He just straight up deletes them from existence

Takes you to the castle to heal you up

Bandages every wound with care and precision

Calls Luci and lets him know that you'll be spending the night at the castle

Keeps you in his room for the night to make sure all of your injuries heal properly

Brings you back to the house the following morning

That was really fun to write. Thanks again for the request!

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cripple-cat · 3 years ago

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Maya Headcanons Because I Feel Like It

her favorite foods are some of the nastiest combinations of things that she doesnt seem to understand should absolutely never go together like sardines and peanut butter but no one can convince her its gross

she is only content to wear dresses if she doesnt have to wear fancy shoes with them

she carries a traumatic pride in her siren tattoos and abilities because of her upbringing that she doesnt hide but will never talk about willingly

she plays the dumbest echo games to pass the time

she says cringe culture is dead and never judges anyone else for the things they enjoy but also calls herself cringe

she adopted a spiderling once and promptly forgot about it and didnt remember until she accidentally fast travelled to sanctuary with it and it started freaking out about being fast travelled

she carries a set of photos in her holo deck that no one is allowed to see and everyone assumes are sentimental in some way, when they are, in fact, just tiny inspirational kitten photos

she once grabbed zer0s hand because theyre friends why wouldnt she hold hands with her friends and they stared at her for too long and then stared at their hands for too long and stared at the ground for too long and it got really awkward and zer0 said "Well, this is awkward/Do I have enough fingers?/I am uncertain." and it got too awkward to keep holding hands but it was also too awkward to stop so she just stood there until they let go to go do something else

following that incident zer0 did give her a very awkward and unnecessary apology gift in the form of a cool class mod they found that they covered in sticky notes with doodles on them

which sparked an ongoing gift trade every once in a while where they just give each other cool shit covered in sticky note doodles

they both keep all the sticky note art

she and krieg make friendship bracelets with tina on their downtime

she learned all her friendship bracelet skills from krieg but everyone thinks tina taught her all these intricate weaving techniques

krieg does anything she asks so she asks him to tell her when he doesnt want to do what shes asking because she knows what it feels like to do what you dont want to for someone else no matter how bad it is and she thinks its very cute in a very sad way when sometimes hell violently shake his head when she tries to give him a friendly pat on his arm and will give him the space he wants until he makes it explicitly clear hes okay with touch

tina invited her and krieg and zer0 to a dress up tea party but krieg and zer0 had nothing "fancy" to wear so she haphazardly stitched a dress out of salvaged bandit shirts for krieg and gave zer0 a sundress shed saved and kept from somewhere and both of them loved their new outfits so much that they didnt take them off for weeks

sometimes she drinks with axton and sometimes she just hangs out with him while hes drinking and they gush about hot people and sexy guns and inspirational kitten posters

he sends her memes and asks for judgment on his bad flirting

shes not as close with salvador but they still find time to rage over uno every couple weeks and its the best bonding experience theyve had with each other so far

she and gaige get up to hijinks like its nobodys business, which it isnt

maya actually LOVES pranking people and gaige is one of the best people to do that with

they bond over growing up in more "civilized" places and learning that they like life on pandora much better even if the healthcare is some shady unlicensed guy with big needles and food isnt usually that good and they slaughter on a regular basis

she comes home living her life the way she wants to with people she loves and trusts and is content knowing that she doesnt know what tomorrow brings but she has a family now and even if theyre gone one day or shes gone someday theyll always have had this, even just for a little while

i spent so long writing this and i need to go to bed i just needed to talk about her i love her so much

ill probably make more of these for everybody

#borderlands #borderlands 2 #bl2 #maya the siren #krieg the psycho #zer0 the assassin #axton the commando #salvador the gunzerker #gaige the mechromancer #krieg x maya #psyren #headcanons #long post

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

#THIS MADE ME CRY I NEVER CRY AT MY OWN FICS #THIS ONE WAS HELLA SAD #SORRY POPPLINS #BUT HAD TO GIVE YOU AN HEARTACHE #HARRY SAD WRITINGS #HARRY ANGST #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #cute harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry angst #hsh #fluff #dom harry

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lilragekitten · 3 years ago

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one of those generically cheerful Bless this Home (and all who enter) signs, but instead it says Memento Mori (remember that you must die)

#made this for a friend last Xmas #she loves it #cross stitch #k&rstitching #kittens and rage stitching #homewarming

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 4 years ago

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Could you write a reunion fic as a sequel to the Heisenberg 'alone time' that you wrote? While smut would be wonderful, I'd just be grateful for apologetic Karl forced to be humble for once in his life.

(Also im DYING to know what he did, did OC/Reader discover his Soldats or about Rose? Im so curious and itching for more)

Your writing is awesome and I hope to get to read more Heisenberg goodness from you!

A/N: Thanks so much and I'm glad you guys are enjoying what I'm writing, sorry if it took so long and I'll be happy to answer more asks (including angst and fluff) for RE8. Sorry if this is so damn long but hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. Also decided to make it gender neutral as I didn't want anyone to be left out.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, The reader riding Karl, The reader not afraid to talk back to Karl, Stitching, Cursing/Inappropriate Language, Oral, Kissing, Arguing, power bottom' Karl, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Fluff, and nearly 8000 words.

It's been far too long since you have seen that man and you hoped not to see him for as long as you both may live, for a time you thought it was just 2 people with different paths that force them apart but in a way you couldn't be more wrong. You understood and still understand his need to get rid of his troubling and frankly corrupt family, you both shared a dream to run away from the Village and to live somewhere with beautiful sights. To have some form of happiness even if it doesn't last, sure normal life may seem boring but it's all that you both wanted, happiness away from reminders of Miranda and the rest of his seemingly fucked up family. But what it took to for him to get it, his plan that he seemingly thought was so brilliant only made you boil with rage and painful reminders of your past is brought from the dark corners of your memories and into the light of your mind. Children. They're so innocent, good, and pure ... they bring out everything in people, children are something that you hold near and dear to your heart. Children are everything that the world isn't, at least until they're forced to grow up and deal with the cruelty of the world. This wasn't the first time that you had disagreed or fought with Karl in your mind, but what really caused you to boil over was his plans.

A heavy huff slips from your lips as your heavy steps full of anger echoed throughout the factory, your hands are balled into tight fists and your fingers trembled along with your body, you just couldn't fucking take it. You weren't going to stand by and turn a blind eye to sacrificing an innocent child for your happiness, you weren't going to and Karl as usual tried to convince you into it. Make it seem like it'll be worth it in the end. He's stomping after you, following after you like a dog and you can hear him desperately trying to get you to stay, you keep your eyes forward and keep making your way towards the exit. Just as the door is in sight, he reaches out to grab your wrist causing you to gasp before trying to pull out of his grasp, he pulls you firmly towards him and makes you meet his eyes. His green eyes are clouded with ... desperation, they're soft and vulnerable but it didn't phase you. Not one bit. "Come on, (Y/N) ... you know that I'd do anything for you. ... You know I love you ... that's why I have to do this, kitten. You have to fucking understand ...!" He pleads with you, you turn away from his face, that bitter taste still remains on your tongue and his words fall deaf to your ears. "You don't understand! You don't understand at all! You're in your own fucking bubble ...! I can't do this! I can't live with the fact that the man I'm in love with is willing to sacrifice an innocent child for a chance at happiness." You growl at him, your words are breathless and harsh and it stings like poison to his soul, his expression begins to slowly fade into resentment. A look you had never seen before, especially towards you. "Listen to me! ... The fruits of our labor shall come ... but it all comes with a little sacrifice." He barks, his grip on your wrist slightly tightening with his anger rising as he tries to plead with you, get you to understand but you could care less. "Then I don't want to share that kind of happiness or freedom with you at all ...!" You bark back, your words are dripping in poison and there isn't much care behind them, a huff leaves your nostrils and you once again try to get out of his painfully tight grasp but he wants you to hear him. Fuck. "I thought ... fuck ... I thought you fucking loved me. All those nights, all those late-night talks, the passionate love we made ... I guess it meant fuck-all to you, huh? I guess you never gave a fuck about me ... I wanted you to ... I wanted you to understand." Karl seethes, his words are in a low growl and his green eyes are clouded with bubbling rage and fury. Fuck.

"I did love you, Karl. I still do but you have to leave or do something, I don't fuckin' know but there should be a limit to the price you're willing to pay for a chance at freedom. ... I'm not willing to. This ... this brings back too many painful memories, I would never let myself live if I let her die." You almost sob, your anger that was once boiling and alive was now being put out by the melancholy that rested deep within your soul. That baby reminds you so much of ... your history. You never told him about your past and the trauma you somewhat suffer from it that makes you long and ache for freedom. But now wasn't the time. At all. "I can't do that ...! You know I can't ...! You can't leave me, (Y/N) ...!" He shouts at you, desperately clinging to his relationship that is burning, crumbling right in front of his very eyes, he's trying so hard to save it but the thought quickly floods in what if he can't save what you have? His jaw clenches and his throat begins to tighten, breaths become hard to even get out and you can hear his low growl of rage and sorrow echo through your ears. Your throat had tightened the moment he reached out for your hand and now the tears were swelling in your eyes, leaving them uncontrollably. "I love you, Karl. But this is the end of us. The end of our story together." You managed to choke out as his expression softens yet he's stiff, a frown is plastered on his lips, and doesn't seem like it's leaving anytime soon. Regrets plague his mind, "I regret ever opening up to you. Fuck, I never should've let you into my life especially if you were gonna fuck me over and leave me alone." He thinks to himself and immediately lets go of your wrist, he forces on a blank expression and forces his tears to be hidden away, he pushes away his heartache and goes back to the only way he knows how to not fall apart, to not lose himself and to become weak.

"I never wanna see your fuckin' face again. Leave. Don't even think of coming back. You fuckin' ... you fuckin' hurt me ..." He grunts and growls at you, even lightly pushing you towards the door before turning his back on you as he crosses his arms. Fuck. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused." You manage to say in a whisper, wiping away your tears and sniffling to yourself before leaving out that door and never looking back, it was hard leaving him behind to wallow and experience his pain alone that you caused. But you stand by your choice that you couldn't stay if he had to use Rose for his plans. Still, he plagued your dreams, still had nightmares about that man, about losing him in so many graphic ways. You tried to live your life, going to work and just trying to find a way to live without seeing Karl ever again at least you thought. You never forgot him. It was around 2 in the morning and you managed to sleep for just a few minutes until your phone rang obnoxiously loud, ringing and vibrating against your nightstand. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and an annoyed groan left your lips before you picked up your phone, though you had lost his number you knew it was in that village and it meant that he was the only one calling you. You almost want to toss your phone across the room, a familiar bitter taste begins to coat your tongue and you slowly take in a breath staring at the phone in your hand. "God fucking damn it." You curse bitterly, regretfully pressing the answer button on your phone, scratching at your head you answer with a bitter and low "hello" that is answered with heavy ragged breaths. Coughing soon follows after and echoes through the phone. "What the he-" You begin to ask before you're interrupted by his sudden cursing and rage-filled words. "Stupid fucking Ethan Winters ... the bastard ... couldn't even ... finish the job ..." He coughs into the phone, blood pools in his gut, fuck he was ruining one of his favorite shirts and an empty swallowing pain aches through his stomach. But he barely cared.

"The fuck are you rambling about, Karl ...?" You ask harshly, standing up on your feet as you press the phone to your ear, waiting for an explanation. "Oh, fuck off! You wouldn't understand ...! Or care!" He howls back before you can hear him cough once again before a wince soon slips from his parted lips, an agitated expression twists onto your face. "You must've thought I would care if you thought to fuckin' call me. Tell me what's up or I swear I'll fucking hang up." You bark at him, clenching your fists tightly as heavy ragged breaths left your body in the presence of your anger. " ... If you do give a damn ... then your ex is bleeding the fuck out in his factory ... with no knowledge of medicine and shit." He coughs out, he presses his hand firmly onto his large wound, fuck was he in bad shape and Ethan Winters had fucked him up but like a coward left him alive. "I might be there. Keep pressure on the wound and try not to die, dickhead." You huff in a ragged breath before hanging up quickly, in a way you thought it was karma for him wanting to use a baby and possibly murder a baby to get rid of his toxic and frankly not real family.

You sit back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh leaving your lips and a question on your mind. Was it gonna be worth it? He could be trying to trick you, you thought to yourself and really questioned if you should drive there and help him supposedly. As much as you wanted to be bitter, to hold onto that resentment but your heart and soul ached to see that filthy man, it called out to him desperately. Your heart sang to see him, to hear him despite your mind's warnings and reasonable viewing of the situation. Like a dumbass, you listened to your heart and began to get dressed, you threw on some old coat and a pair of washed-up skinny jeans, you grabbed a med-kit and some stitches and quickly rush to drive to the hidden and eerie village. With your foot pressed hard on the gas pedal, you kept wishing and praying that he'd be fine, that the waste of gas and the risk of being pulled over by cops worth it. When you finally make it to the factory, it's grim and dark and seemingly stopped working, the smoke that came from the factory is gone, the noise and the racket that his factory produced every second. You quickly get out of your car, medkit, and tools in your arms as you enter, you can hear his heavy strained breaths echoing through the factory that is now seemingly dead. Lifeless. A series of coughs leave his lips as he sits slumped up against the side of his bed, his blood drips and oozes off his hand, covering his stomach wound as the pain just continued, it still ached and stung like salt on an exposed wound. His head is dizzy with a haze over him, fuck was his head aching like a motherfucker and everything on his body ached and cried out in pain. "Karl ...?!" He hears you shout desperately searching for the man, he could hear the distress in your voice, the panic that came in your hurried and seemingly quick steps. "I-I'm h-here ..." He weakly responds in a low whisper, blood begins to coat his tongue and the unfamiliar taste of iron rests upon his tongue. You hear his cry weakly and you quickly rush to his bedroom, heavy breaths leave your lips in your pursuit to find Karl before he bleeds out or chokes on his own blood. What an idiot ...

He's in seemingly worse shape than when you left, his lips are beginning to become tainted with his own blood, many small wounds were all over him but the most concerning was the one on his stomach. He's coughing and trying to take in oxygen, trying to taste something other than iron on his stomach and he turns to find you, standing there before him. Damn. He forces on a wide toothy grin when he meets your gaze, damn he could feel the tension and could see that dark haze in your eyes, full of disappointment and resentment. "So we f-fuckin' meet again, huh?" Karl coughs out as a short series of chuckles soon follow after, he's trying to keep what little pride he had intact. He couldn't be seen as weak after you broke him, you left him in pieces and chose to leave him because of some stupid sacrifices he had to make in pursuit of the happiness and freedom you deserved. "So we do, asshole ... let me guess, the plan that you were so persistent on working didn't fucking work ... what happened to never come back?" You growl at him, crossing your arms as bitterness seemingly runs through you, you could feel your heart thump in your chest and your hands curled into tight fists. " ... That doesn't m-matter right now. I just n-need your fucking help!" He snaps, his words strained and choked before a series of coughs soon leave his lips. You slowly take in a breath, considering whether to just hand him the medkit and fucking peace out but you know the asshole lacks medical knowledge and would die. You let a deep sigh leave your lips before you kneel beside him, putting one of his arms around your shoulders, and with a loud groan of pain, you set him down on the bed, lying him down on his back and making sure he was comfortable. "I'll only be able to take care of this and stop you from bleeding out. You'll have to be still, Karl otherwise I'll fuck up." You advise him, getting up to go wash your hands and make sure that you don't get him infected whilst you're at it, you come back into his bedroom and open the medkit and begin to get to work on the wound. Karl would've never thought or had the pride to call up his ex, the one person he told himself he'd never need again is forced to put his pride on the side and is forced to let his ex attend to his wounds. All he can do is frown deeply, turning away from you to stare out the window, and all he can think is that Ethan Winters is still out there. He's gonna kill Miranda. That was his job, that was something he spent his life working towards doing, getting rid of that bitch Miranda and stealing her precious power. He's forced out of his thoughts when you begin to rub alcohol onto the wound causing a sharp stinging sensation to shoot through him, he grits his teeth at the stinging and almost burning sensation plaguing his body. "Warn me next time, will ya?" He says before a heavy cough soon follows, you sigh deeply as you continue to rub the alcohol on his wound gently, making sure it doesn't get infected and die from an infected wound.

"Warn you? ... It's just rubbing alcohol not a lighter." You respond, rolling your eyes at the man before you as you set down the towel and begin to pull out your thread and your needle. If he thought the alcohol was painful then he is truly in for a rude awakening. "This is gonna be painful, Karl ... I'll try to be quick with it." You state, somewhat warning him of the pain to come. "Please do ... I can't wait until you fucking leave ..." Karl bitterly spat, still unable to accept the fact that he needed you, that you were right, that he wanted you back into his life because, in his mind, it's better to bottle it up. "I won't treat you if you act like an ignorant dog." You spat back, your eyes meet his for a moment as an expression of anger twists onto your face, he begins to try and speak before a wince fell from his lips at the sensation of the thread going through his skin, he slams his fist down onto the bed and hisses at the pain once more. "Says you, you literally came in here pissed. Maybe just shut up and do ... ah!" He begins to say, his words are filled with anger and irritation before another sharp sensation of pain shoots through him. "Look, my bad alright but it's not every day you want to see your ex who was willing to ..." You begin to retort back at him, giving him a mean glare before he barks back. "You have to make sacrifices for everything! ... Now Ethan is going to get his daughter, probably gonna murder Miranda when I deserved the right to kill her. To watch the bitch suffer and choke on her own fucking blood." He growls, bitterness comes to him like air and he lets out a huff through his nostrils, a bitter and sour expression twists onto his face as he thinks of the fact that Ethan nearly murdered him, he thinks to the fact Ethan is going to steal what he worked so hard to get. "Whether you kill her or he does, she'd still be dead. ... You need to just ... let go of it and be grateful he let you live ... besides can't you finally be free out of that woman's grasp?" You say, less bitterness in your voice than before as another painful wince slips from his parted lips, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets out a heavy ragged breath. "That's if that fool can kill her. That's why I needed Rose. I needed her power to help me kill her. I needed it." He growls, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration.

"Did you ...? If Ethan nearly killed you then you severely underestimated how powerful he is ... probably can rival Miranda's power or maybe it's ... it's because he loves his daughter so much, it drives him to keep going." You say, your once bitter expression faded into something more dreary as you are reminded of your past, you would've done anything for that child. He scoffs to himself, turning away from you as you stop stitching him up as a truly bitter and painful expression twists onto your beautiful face. You force his face towards your own and gaze deeply into his eyes, you want him to feel, to see the pain that you felt and he did feel it. "You act like it's so terrible to be human ... it's so terrible to fall victim to your emotions ... that man loves his child just like how you loved me. He would've sacrificed anything for that child, he was willing to try and kill you, he was willing to kill Lady Dimitrescu, he was willing to do it all. That's what being human is. That's what's strong, so fucking strong." You exclaim, slowly inhaling a breath into your nostrils as silence quickly fills the air between you both, you can see the realization in his eyes flicker before him and how he softens in a way. Licking your lips, you push him back and hide that urge that was a habit you had, leaning to kiss him whenever your eyes met his whenever you saw how he softened before you. You missed that so much. You didn't say anything more, you go back to stitching up his stomach wound with an unreadable expression on your face, it was a mixture of pain and frustration and Karl saw it but most of all he saw your pain. It reminded him of his own. He would do anything for you. If you wanted him he would take you back in a heartbeat and he was afraid to admit that. Afraid to admit that he was still weak to you, still weak under your human ways that he used to relish in with you and he was afraid of being open, being hurt, being vulnerable, and falling victim to you in case you left him again. In a way you were weak to him too, stubborn as well but more willing to open up to him, to be vulnerable in front of him, willing to take the bait if it meant you would get hurt again. You were almost numb. To it. The pain that he had caused you but it was still there, stinging you at whatever moment it got and you let it become what you see Karl as. Another reminder of your pain, another man willing to sacrifice whatever for a taste of freedom and revenge. But despite that you loved him.

"I apologize for acting like a bitch when I came in here. I just ... I never thought you'd call or need me ever again and I didn't think I needed you either." You say in a somewhat soft breath, you meet his eyes for a few moments before turning your attention back to his wound and he turns towards you, licking his lips before he runs his finger over his bottom lip. "Thank you." He says smartly with a prideful smile soon curling onto his lips before you roll your eyes at him, you bite your tongue to stop any laughter from coming out. "Come on, you have manners don't you Karl? You acted like a bit of a dick too. Or is it too low of Mr. Karl Heisenberg to apologize?" You tease, a natural warm smile curls onto your lips for a few moments, Karl's heart feels light once more and it pulsates in his chest at the once familiar sight he used to see all the time, he missed that smile. Chuckling, he looks down and can feel the bitter irony taste on his tongue begin to fade away slowly but surely it is. "I apologize for acting like a dick earlier. There. That make you happy?" He says, rolling his eyes to himself before you nod with a chuckle soon falling from your lips, your hair had changed, your fashion sense had as well but you were still the same with that warm smile that made him nearly have a heart attack. "Alright, I should be done in a moment ... I'll clean your wound once again and make sure it doesn't get infected ..." You say once more, your tone has returned to its initial seriousness and he sighs to himself, just when he thought you were letting the mask fall, just when he thought things might be going back to normal. "It's fine, do what you have to do ..." He responds, waving his hand in a motion to allow you to keep doing what you were doing. You continued for a few moments longer, trying to stay focused on stitching his wound up but suddenly thoughts starting appearing in your head, what if things could go back to normal? What if you can be free together now? What if you can share happiness with him? Maybe you were an optimistic fool but having hope that things might change between you two is something that you happily looked forward to.

"Alright, I'm done. You shouldn't bleed out and die and ... I'd say try not to fuck up your stitches. But I should be going if I am not of any help to you anymore, Karl ..." You say lowly, reaching out to seize your medkit before he suddenly grabs your wrist, just like the last time you saw him causing you to nearly jump at the sudden grasp on your wrist. He realizes what he's doing from your somewhat distressed expression and lets go of your wrist quickly. "I'm sorry for ... that. But ... I'll probably need more medicine or more care to make sure I don't fuck up my stitches." He rambles, allowing himself to be vulnerable for just another moment, licking his lips his eyes meet yours once again and you see that familiar desperation in his eyes. But this time, you thought what if you stayed and so you set your medkit back down and let a deep breath leave your lips, you somewhat missed the familiar sound of his factory working and working tirelessly. "I hope you aren't planning on stopping Ethan. I'm sorry but it's just fucking stupid ... let him take care of Miranda and let him have Rose then you have what you want. Freedom. Happiness." You exclaim, sitting on the opposite end of the bed beside him with legs resting on the mattress. "I ... I want to. ... Miranda has caused so much pain, so much agony to me ... she doesn't see me as her son, nor will I ever see her as a mother. She's just ... she's just a crazy bitch who decided to steal a fucking baby and hope it could be a vessel for her fucking precious little Eva." He growls bitterly, a sour expression twists onto his face as he crosses his arms, still bitter to the core and revenge is still tainting his mind, no thought of freedom or happiness crossed his mind. Just Miranda. "I know. All she cares about is finding a body for Eva ... but you could finally be happy away from that crazy ass woman. Besides ... this plan has already been a huge failure." You exclaim in a gentle sigh, licking your lips before taking in a breath and so many memories flood back to your brain whenever you stare at something. Even this bed has so many memories.

"I ... I haven't failed. Besides blame Ethan for ruining an otherwise amazing plan. So much for working together." He spat, rolling his eyes at the thought that he was possibly bested by a mere human makes his blood boil. "This plan has nearly cost you your life and cost you a chance at even getting a sliver of freedom." You explain, another sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at the mattress beneath you, silence fills the room once more because Karl's pride won't allow him to see that maybe he had failed in his plan. "You even lost me ..." You muttered lowly almost in a whisper but Karl heard it and his expression twisted from bitter to disheartened and remorseful. "Look, I get that I hurt you and I hate it. But I needed to do it ... I needed to try and get rid of her! Get some kinda control over my own fucking life! I am done with being another experiment for her to use for her wishes! I ... I just want to be free ..." He exclaims, all manner of emotion is pouring out of him and seeping through his mask of charm, taking in a slow shaky breath as his throat tightens and memories flicker of his family, his real family. His mother, her warm smile that is reminiscent of yours, her warm comfy hugs and just remembering it had tears traveling down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw firmly. Your expression softened at the sight before you, a saddened and pitiful frown curls onto your lips as you can sense his pain, he really lost his life to being Miranda's experiment, to being her slave. A soft breath leaves your lips and you rest your hand upon his shoulder, expressing comfort as he inhales another shaky breath, pain is what became of him and he tried to fix himself only to become more broken.

"Karl, listen to me ... you're allowed to be happy ... you're allowed to smile, allowed to be angry, you're allowed to be happy." You coo, your words are gentle but powerful and your eyes are sincere, warm, and delicate to his eyes. He turns to you, eyes slightly puffy and an expression of pain is twisted on his face, letting a gentle breath when he looks at you, when he gazes into your eyes for a few moments, he's reminded of happiness, he's reminded of warmth, he's reminded of love and family. He still loves you. His eyebrows furrow before he wraps his arms around you, clinging to you desperately as he buries his face into you, still pain torments him when he can and it destroys his life. It destroyed his relationship with you, it destroyed everything around him and it almost destroyed him, he would've sacrificed everything just for freedom, just to have his life be his own. He sees it now, it comes to him painfully raw and honest and he almost hates it because of how he hurt you, the one damn good thing in his shitty miserable life. "I hurt you. I fucking hurt you and you came back for me? I ... I don't fuckin' deserve you ... at all ..." He exclaims, his words muffled into the fabric of your clothes as he can feel your arms wrap around him, your hands gently massage him and the simple gesture puts him at peace and ease. "I came back because as much as you hurt me ... you don't deserve this, Karl ... despite how I left you, I still care so much about you. Hell, when it's you I listen to my heart rather than my fucking brain. With you, it's different ... with you, I could never forget you. At all." You confessed with a soft sigh leaving your lips at the end of your words, your hands move to his long untamed grey and brown locks, you gently run your fingers through his locks and you nearly chuckle at the unique texture of his hair. "I didn't either, butterfly ... I hurt you and I see how I fucking hurt you, hell I didn't care if you left me I was still going to continue to plan despite how it hurt you. I'm an asshat. I wouldn't want to remember me if I did that." He exclaims, a gentle smile curls onto his lips as he stares up at you with a familiar smile that warms your heart, it leaves it jumping in your chest and leaves your stomach with butterflies.

"It's good that you see that and I hate that hurt you too ... I know that I left feeling so bad, so bitter about this whole fucking plan ... but this plan the only good thing it brought to you was bringing me to find your nearly dead ass." You chuckle, a wide smile curls onto your lips as a peaceful and joyful expression is plastered onto your face, another chuckle leaves your lips as a warm familiar smile remains on your lips. He can't stop himself from smiling as well, savoring these moments you share of nothing but pure joy, and he can't help but cup both sides of your cheeks. His fingers gently caress your cheeks, his smile warms your heart and your soul and the familiar sensation of his hands against your cheeks made you melt before him. Silence fills the room as he admires you, your beautiful features, and everything along with it. "Out of everyone in the world, I could never hate you ..." He chuckles almost like a giggly child at a toy store, a wide smile remains plastered on his face and his soul is singing, calling out for you and his heart thrashes wildly in his ribcage. You let out a gentle breath and suddenly his lips are pressed gently against yours, your stomach is crowed and flooded with butterflies, your heart is pulsating in your chest, and everything is calling out to Karl. Moments after, he pulls away from your lips with a somewhat worried expression on his face, he questions was he moving too fast, did you not want him but his thoughts are put to stop when your lips collide passionately against his. It came to you so naturally and once the thought appeared in your head, your heart followed along with it along with your body, and here you were passionately kissing the man who you hadn't seen in over 6 months. He groans against your lips, savoring and relishing the familiar sensations that came as his eyes flutter close, he was such a fool, such a fool to not see that he was risking the only thing that mattered for a chance at even getting freedom. He was but a child ...

Groaning against his lips as you began to clutch a fistful of his hair, the kiss quickly grew deeper and more heated, heavy breaths left both your lips as you gently devoured each other's lips, greedy for the sensations it brought you both. Groaning into your mouth once more, Karl's hands slip your jacket off of you, he throws it to the floor and buries his lips into your neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin earning a soft gasp from your lips at the sharp sensation. "Karl ..." You say in a ragged breath, hands still entangled in his locks of hair as he continues to kiss and suck on your neck, your body begins to heat up with arousal and your body begins to ache for Karl. "Damn ... I just can't get enough of you, can I?" He chuckles, grinning devilishly at you as his eyes glance at your lips once again, he pulls you into another heated kiss that has his tongue prying your lips apart. His tongue enters your mouth, his tongue grinds against yours and your tongues begin to dance erotically together causing both of you to moan against each other's lips at the tingling sensations that spread across your tongues. Karl's arousal begins to show with the bulge that swells in his pants, he continues to kisses you, moaning and groaning at the overdue sensation of a warm body against his. Pulling away from your lips, heavy ragged breaths leave both of your lips and he can't help but notice your flushed cheeks as a breathless expression remains on your face. "Do you want this ...? Do you want me, (Y/N) ...?" He asks in a ragged breath, his hand cups one of your cheeks, as he gazes intensely into your eyes, lust, and desire, clouded those beautiful eyes of yours and it was one of his favorite expressions on your face. "I want you so much ... I want nothing but you and your naked body to be mine ..." You answer, smirking devilishly at the man before you as a low chuckle soon leaves your lips, grinning widely at you he kisses your lips once again, cherishing the smooth and delicate feeling of your lips.

"Mmh, your lips feel amazing, darling ... I missed all of this, the kisses, the touches, the way you worship me ... I missed it all so much." He purrs lustfully as a chuckle soon follows after, taking in a breath he pushes you onto your back earning a gasp from you before he gets in between your legs. He stares at the tank top you wore, it hugged your body perfectly, and hell it exposed a lot of skin, though it was basic it was enough for him. You'll always be enough for him and more. "Arms up, darling ..." He chirps, you raise your arms, and off comes your tank top and your torso was immediately met with multiple kisses and bright hickeys that decorated your skin. Wrapping your arms around his chest, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, he lightly sucks on one as his other hand explores your torso, caressing your skin gently and with care. Your heart is thrashing, pounding in your ribcage, and heat floods through your being, arousal comes with that and it leaves you aching so terribly with a need for sweet release. Heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, licking your lips as you can only think of Karl, what he was going to do to you, what you were going to do to him. He takes your nipple out of his mouth, trailing kisses down your stomach as he gets lower and lower until he reaches your bothersome pants, letting out a growl he harshly pulls your pants down and throws them somewhere before he immediately buries his face into your crotch. His tongue moves gently, caressing all your sweet spots as the heat begins to boil up deep inside of you, you relished and savored the moist heat that caressed you in such amazing ways. Moaning against you, his hands wrap around your thighs to keep you from moving too much but he thought it was all about making you feel better, tonight was all about what you wanted, whatever you wanted you will have it. "Oh, Karl ...! Hah ... shit ... shit ..." You moan shamelessly, your hands clutch and grasp at his long locks of hair as heavy breaths are pried from your lips along with whispers of his name falling from those beautiful lips of yours. "Enjoying it, darling ... am I being good for you? Am I a good boy? Tell me I'm a good boy, kitten ..." He purrs erotically, his words roll gracefully off his tongue before he buries his tongue back into you, kissing, licking, and sucking on all of your sweet spots. "Good boy ...! Oh, so good ... fuck I missed your mouth so much ..." You whine needily, clutching at the sheets beneath you as you lick your lips, waves, and waves of heated ecstasy washes over you in sharp and powerful waves.

"That's it ...! Fuck, don't stop ... don't stop fucking me with that tongue of yours ...!" You cry out in a series of moans that are soon followed by ragged breaths, you grind your hips against his mouth eager and aching for some form of release, eager for more of the ecstasy he gives you. But he suddenly stops as he can barely hold himself back from taking you right here and right now, he begins to unzip his pants and fights to get them off. An annoyed expression twists onto your face as you roll your eyes and get up from the bed, grabbing him by his shoulders and turning him around towards the bed as you push him onto the bed with a devilish grin. "It's my turn, love ..." You chuckle as you begin to straddle his lap with your arms pressed into his chest and you begin to take him inside of you as a heavy breathless moan of his name leaves your lips the moment his thick cock fills you. It throbs and twitches inside of you, making you nearly jump at the sensation before you take all of his thick throbbing cock inside of you, the way he fills you is like no other, his cock stretches you and fills you perfectly. The way your walls clung and hugged his thick throbbing cock drove him insane, a heavy groan left his lips at the tight heat that surrounded and embraced his throbbing cock. "Oh, fucking hell ...! Shit ... so damn tight and ... hot ... come on, darling ride me nice and hard. Leave me at your mercy ..." He purrs devilishly as a long chuckle soon follows after, lust clouds his remarkable green eyes, his hands reach up to cup your flushed cheeks as a warm joyful smile curls onto his lips. You smile back at him, joy washing over you like a breeze as you rested your hands upon his shoulders and began to chase eagerly and joyfully after your sweet and euphoric release. Your hips grind and roll against his lap, heavy breaths are pried from your lips as heat begins to build and rise through your body, Karl's heavy ragged breaths can be heard along with yours as he wraps his arms around your neck. A low "fuck" leaves his parted lips as his eyelashes weigh heavy on top of his shut eyelids, sharp electric sensations of bliss shot through him every time your hips went lower. Burying his teeth into his bottom lip, a heavy groan leaves his lips at the blissful heat that envelopes his throbbing eager cock, all he can do is stare in awe at your expressions of bliss and ecstasy. It's so amazing.

"Mmh, baby ... you're so goddamn beautiful ... so exquisite. Come on, tell me how much you love me ... show me how much you've missed me ..." He purrs with a devilish smile on his lips, biting his lips soon afterward he places his hands on your hips gently moving them back and forth just to speed things up a bit. Your cheeks quickly become flushed at his words as you lightly squeeze onto his shoulders, heavy breaths still leaving your parted lips as you begin to throw your hips up and down onto his thick throbbing cock. It presses and drives into you eagerly, lightly hitting your sweet spot causing whines of Karl's name to be pried from your lips, licking your lips you entangle Karl into another heated passionate kiss that is so full of tenderness and consideration. "Karl ...! F-fuck ...!" You whine needily as you pull away from his lips, your eyes flutter at the bliss that courses through you as the heat floods through you. Your teeth grind against your bottom lip gently before you begin to slam your hips down onto his throbbing cock that perfectly curled onto your sweet spot as it repeatedly hits that sweet spot making his name fall from your lips again and again. "Oh! Karl ...! Mmh, Karl ...! It's so fuckin good, Karl ...!" You moan breathlessly, throwing your head back at the ecstasy that washes over you in burning relentless waves, skin hitting against skin echoed through his bedroom as your moans and heavy breaths are Karl's melody. Groaning deeply, his hands move lower onto your ass cheeks, wrapping his fingers around the area he lightly squeezes them with a chuckle following after, it's not a minute before he's nearly arching his back and a long whine is pried from his throat. "Fucking hell, sweetheart ...! Ooh, hah ...!" He whines deeply as waves and waves of ecstasy washed over him, he couldn't be happier and everything in his being felt like it could cry of joy. "Karl ... I'm gonna ... oh fuck ... fuck ... gonna c-cum!" You manage to say, heavy breaths fill your throat and your heart thrashes and pounds erratically in your chest, thighs tremble and shake against his legs, and your entire body throbs and aches. "Kiss me, oh please kiss me ... tell me how much you love me ..." Karl rambles in a series of heavy breaths as he wraps his arms around your torso, leaning in for another heated kiss as you continue to slam your hips down as hard as you can moaning shamelessly against his lips. Your entire body trembles and pulsates erratically as you had boiled over, heat travels through you along with sweet sweet ecstasy that left you nearly screaming his name against his lips. Pulling away from his lips as heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, you gaze intensely, it's not moments before your name falls breathlessly from his parted lips and his expression of joy quickly fades into one of ecstasy and relief. Sharp powerful sensations of ecstasy shot through him relentlessly as began to cling to you, wrapping his arms around you clinging to you and to what for a second feels so much like a damn dream.

Wrapping your arms around him, you find serenity in his cool embrace and you find serenity in the idea that things are gonna be okay, that things are gonna change from today to hopefully years from now. You smile into his embrace before pulling out of his embrace, moments later as you gaze into each other's eyes once more, passion and warmth clouded his green eyes. That look in his eyes like he was just so ... happy and like you're the one thing that matters in his erratic and wild world. "So ... Karl, what's next for us? ... After Miranda is dead and all that bullshit ...?" You question with a curious smile resting upon your lips, you rest in his embrace and he can't help but chuckle at your words. "Whatever it is that is next for you ... whether it's fucking staying here or leaving for better places ... you go and I'll follow." He answers warmly and confidently as a chuckle soon follows after his words. "Oh, so I made you my loyal dog, have I?" You chuckle, beaming at the man before you as he can't help but chuckle once more at your words. "In a way, yes you have ... made me weak for you ... made me unafraid to be myself around you. ... You are incredibly special to me, butterfly ..." He says in a gentle breath, smiling warmly at you as you can't help but flush different shades of red at his words. "You're even more special ... I love you more than you will ever know Karl ... and I've loved you all this time ... I hope I will never stop loving you. That no matter how bad things get that we will get through it together." You exclaim in pure joy as you both end up smiling sheepishly at each other before you rest your head in the nape of his neck and he wraps his arms around, hoping for a more optimistic and brighter future than he could've ever imagined.

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