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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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and finally for If You're Still Taking Ficlet Suggestions For The Theoretical Persona AU, i am always a fan of skizz.

Impulse looks up from bed, where he's been reading. He's not sure what for; it's a book he's already finished. It won't help him... no, it's a book he likes though. He can re-read it. He doesn't need to perfectly optimize every second. He's wasting time being sick after the sleeping - but he's supposed to just be doing things he likes. He likes this book.

But he's read it before. He's wasting time. Maybe his head's still a mess; maybe getting rescued didn't entirely fix that. He's been considering asking Ren to sneak him a book he hasn't read to get that last bit of intelligence anyway, even if he's supposed to be resting, and not thinking about that, he literally just got rescued from a spiral of thinking about that, or more accurately thinking about Bdubs, that he put him into, that, he shouldn't...

"Dippledop! I brought cookies!" says a voice from outside.

"Cookies? Oh man, come in!" Impulse says. It's a distraction from the book.

Skizz is bright-faced for someone Impulse thinks has probably been up for multiple days. As promised, he's brought cookies. They smell absolutely delicious. Given that the main things he's been fed by Tango (doctor by proxy of having healing magic) are things like "soup" and "saltine crackers", he's pretty excited by the cookies.

"How you feelin', buddy?" Skizz asks, tossing the basket on the bed next to Impulse. Impulse reaches in and nearly cries. They're his favorite; they even have the walnuts in them that Skizz normally claims to hate.

"Like I got hit by a truck. Talk about a role reversal; I can feel why you didn't get back on your feet for weeks."

"Yeah, well, don't go rushing it. We didn't patiently spend all that time with me just to rush you, you know," Skizz says.

"I'm not sure I'd describe that as patient," Impulse says.

"Hey! I was plenty patient!" Skizz says indignantly. "Look at you! Wouldn't you also wanna rush it? But nope! Not doing it! I'm putting at least as much love and attention into you as you put into me!"

"...yeah," Impulse says. "Uh, you don't - owe me for that. I've already gotten plenty from - yeah. Besides, at this point I've technically been through worse?"

"Dude," Skizz says.

"You've watched like half of it?" Impulse adds.

"Dude," Skizz says, a bit more emphatically. "Impulse. Dippledop. Light of my life."

Impulse laughs a little incredulously. "Yeah?"

"I never want to think about you going through worse again," Skizz says.

"Oh, shoot," Impulse says. "I get it. It was - well, it was really hard, watching it when it happened to you. When I found you it was just... that hospital, man. I - yeah, I'm sorry. It had to have been hard, whatever was in my maze. The memory's fuzzy. Ren tried to describe it, but..."

"I am so glad your real-world apartment is cleaner," Skizz says. "And I mean it. Seeing you lying there just... still. I never want to... you can't do that to me again, Impulse. You can't. And when I get my hands on Bdubs..."

"Don't worry," mumbles Impulse. "I won't let him do anything that upsets you like that again, okay? I learned that lesson."

"And I'll learn him! I'll -"

There's a pause.

"...Impulse."

Impulse blinks several times at the sudden shift in Skizz's tone. "Yeah?"

The man leans forward and suddenly wraps Impulse into a bear hug. Impulse yelps. "Stop trying to talk about my feelings when I'm here to comfort you," he says.

"I mean, it's fine if you were upset by -"

"Impulse, you spent like, eight months, all of which you were talking about me, and all of them tracking my recovery. And yeah, you had whatever your tarot card thing is that's going on, sure."

Impulse flinches. Every time he remembers everyone knows about that now, he sort of wants to throw up. Given that nausea isn't actually a symptom of recovering from sleeping sickness so much as just extreme fatigue, he suspects that either he has an unusual reaction as a persona user, or... it's just all in his head.

"I don't care. You'd have done it even if there wasn't the weird magic, right?"

Impulse opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it again. He could say something about how, yeah, back at the beginning, sure, but at this point his head had - well, if he hadn't gotten so mixed up, he wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. If there wasn't this ever-present sense that he had to use his time wisely. If...

"Hey. No. Look at me. Buddy."

Skizz steps back from the hug. Impulse looks at him. Skizz's smile is blinding. It really is like the sun, Impulse thinks distantly. Around them, there's a soft glow. There's a flame in Skizz's hand, Impulse realizes. He doesn't know where it came from. He doesn't think Skizz notices.

"You gave so, so much time for me. Let me help you. Let me do this for you. Okay?"

"Okay," Impulse says hoarsely.

"Okay," says Skizz, and he claps his hands around the flame and gaps. "...oh."

"Hey, I know we just had a conversation about me redirecting to talking about you when you don't want to," Impulse says, staring, "but like... is your persona supposed to do that?"

"What? You're the one who's supposed to know!" yelps Skizz. "I mean, not supposed to, dangit, we were just talking about -"

"No, I know what you mean, but no one ever said - dude, it's like a Pokemon or something! Why is it different now? I thought only mine did that!" Impulse says.

"Haha! Not anymore! I'm catching up!" Skizz says, and he reaches across the bed again to try to give Impulse a noogie.

"Hey! Hey! No fair! That's cheating!" Impulse says. "I can barely fight back! I almost died yesterday!"

"Well I've almost died too, so it doesn't count! That just means I can win for once!"

"Cheater! Cheater!"

"All's fair, dippledop!"

Impulse laughs, and Skizz laughs too, and he forgets entirely about the book.

Thou art I... And I am thou... Thou hast established a genuine bond... Thy bond shall be the flame of inspiration that expresses the true beauty in your heart. We bestow upon ye the secrets of the Sun arcana, granting you its ultimate power.

[MAX rank!]

#answered #aquelondungeonmaster #prompt ficlets #theoretical persona au #i saw your other three and i want to get to those too i just wanted to do this one because i had some Thoughts #anyway those Thoughts are 'in this theoretical game if you get your social links to a certain level before the rescue'#'the final few ranks can change A Lot'#also if you ask for more skizz i'll give it to you because this was as much an impulse ficlet as a skizz one lol

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imhereforscm · 2 years

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Hey 🌷. I hope you don't mind writing Tauxolouve x goddess reader general headcanons. What is there relationship like? How often do they go on dates? etc. It's ok if you don't want to write this.

Tauxolouve × goddess!reader—general headcanons

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: CUTENESS OVERLOAD AAHH *sobs into my single-pringle corner*

- Doodles you a lot, before you two get together, Like- when you're not looking, he draws sketches of you.

- Karno realizes something changed with Lou, because he notices he picked up his hobby again, but doesn't know exactly what.

- When you and Loud get together, you'll 100% get a "oh, so you're the girl that Lou's been head over heels about!" From Karno like the momma he is.

- If you're working together, he makes sure to slip heart doodles into each stack of documents he passes you and stares from the other side of the room to see your bashful smile, when you find his sketch.

- Lou could give up his soul for baths, so I can see him taking you to a lot of dates having to do with lakes and stuff, where you two can soak up inside, hugging it out.

- Also likes to draw the places you visit and it's usually moments of comfortable and loving silence between the two of you, where each one of you are doing your own thing. (Ex: He's painting and you're reading/also painting/anything).

- He likes to go on dates with you pretty often, because now that he knows he has a future, he wants to explore all the ways he didn't explore life before and now that you're here too, he's ecstatic.

- Leon: "If you don't stop spacing out during work, by staring at (name), I will move you to the other side of the wing!"

Tauxolouve: "Yeah, yeah, you're lecturing me on slacking off?"

Leon: "..."

Leon: "Listen here, you little-"

- Would take you on Earth dates if you're interested in Earth's cultures.

- I feel like at some point, Tauxolouve stumbled upon a copy of Romeo and Juliet and he surprised you one night by recreating the balcony scene with you.

- If you also appreciate poetry, he'll gladly whisper poems into your ear as you drift away in his arms and he runs his fingers through your hair. (I know gods don't need to sleep, but it's not forbitten either sooo-)

- Idk about you, but Tauxolouve strikes me as a person who love his partner's tummy *dies from cuteness* so whether he's wrapping his arms around you, tickling you, kissing you, trying to leave hickeys on you, his attention will naturally wander to your tummy.

- Will also lay his head on your tummy (because he loves it so much) and you're gonna stroke his hair AND WHEN HE GETS UP, HIS HAIR WILL BE DOWN, LIKE IN THAT ONE CG KNKSNGSODGNSDKGNDMGNKD.

- 100% carries you onto his back in a piggy back ride across the entire Heavens.

- Basically, now with you here, he has found his more playful side again.

- (Tauxolouve: "I told you Aigo! I'm not an old man!")

- Still draws you, but now he makes portraits, given how you know about his love for you, so he doesn't fear the possibility of you finding them.

- And I don't think I need to mention that, because it's pretty obvious, but he's there to listen to any of your problems any time of any day or night. You're not bothering him. Your feelings matter and he loves you. You're literally the best thing that's happened to him. <3

- You're basically living the Disney dream is what I'm saying.

- Hell, he even gets on one knee to help you put your shoes on.

- Also likes to raise your dresses for you, when you walk up the stairs, so you don't trip on them. It makes him feel like he's your prince and he wants to take care for his princess.

- His parents love you. And I mean they LOOOOOOOVE you.

- His mother would squeeze yours and Tauxolouve's cheeks 24/7, I'm sure of it.

- And if you decide to have (a) child(ren), these two can and they will spoil them rotten.

- Something else I don't think needs clarification, but I'm still gonna say it, because I'm extra, is that Tauxolouve, won't EVER and I mean EVER let the flame between you weaken. Even after centuries of dating and marriage (and kids, if you decide to have any, whether they're adopted or biological), he will always make sure you never lose your spark and also treasures you, because you gave him a reason to live and you brighten up his life. <3<3<3<3

(Imagine if one time Tauxolouve slipped a heart doodle between the documents, before passing them to you, but due to some complications, the stack ends up in Teo's hands and he thinks it was originally meant for him, so now he's hugging Tauxolouve close, into a ✨bro hug✨, sobbing into his shoulder.)

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #scm headcanons #scm tauxolouve headcanons

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onewomancitadel · 1 year

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I don't know if this makes the topic of characters having babies touched on again recently better or worse, but I'm going to say it anyway, which is that a) speculating about that late of an endgame is very dependent upon how they choose to end the story and where, and b) heavily character-dependent, particularly for R/WBY. I think that if it's enough of a thematic concern of R/WBY and particularly literally flagged through Ozlem and Raven and Summer (and Tai and Qrow) it's a topic worth thinking about for me. I know a majority of headcanons and fandom beliefs about characters don't tend to touch on this stuff in fandoms such as R/WBY (actually there is a gross tendency to infantilise adult characters - not that having children is the requisite path to being a grown up) but like, as emotionally and politically touchy the topic can be it is... like, a fact of life lol, and symbolically potent.

But equally I think you can read things through the lense of like, a character like Blake I don't see being flagged as having children with Yang, particularly since Yang actually had to move out of the foster mother role and (begin to) heal her own relationships with both of her mothers. I'm sure you could get into the weeds and dispute the White Fang is kind of Blake's baby, and Adam is a vengeful controlling false-father, but that still relates to the whole ~creator and created~ thing going on whether you put it in those terms or not lol. Equally with Ren and Nora, I would say that future development with Nora might even touch on some of this nurturing topic but not in a literal way. The only other character I could see having children in an epilogue is Ruby, but that is more to do with the silver eyes thing and my personal interpretation of Summer, as well as the whole Ozlem thing. But I'm not exaggerating when I say that Jaune/Cinder is basically maybe the example with most 'foreshadowing' in any way for this kind of development. (It would still be... very hard won and need proper development which is why I kind of doubt it).

I think it also being a bit 'out there' because Cinder is evil is actually kind of a point in its favour lol, particularly in contrast to someone like Raven (has a kid -> defects, reversed).

I don't enjoy the ongoing social belief that characters who have children become nonentities and I don't like encountering this idea IRL even amongst ostensible feminists. I think there's a difference between recognising the social sublimation of mothers compared to actually reifying that belief, and antinatalism is a fundamentally absurd position to me (like, it's a joke of a philosophy, but effectively the only conclusion to 'children are bad/mothers aren't people' from a Leftist perspective).

Part of what I personally really enjoy about R/WBY is that characters like Raven and Summer don't stop being characters because they've had children - in fact their story persists well beyond it - and when it comes to characters like Qrow, he actually has the capacity for nurturing (and nurtures) when he doesn't conceive of himself as a positive figure and he succeeds where his team didn't. (This isn't a value judgement on team STRQ; what I am really trying to say is that they all struggle with this concept of parenthood in their own ways, and the most 'unlikely' candidate steps up). The fact that parenthood and children are explored in this persistently nuanced fashion is what makes me comfortable thinking about these sorts of narrative developments lol, especially when it is actually thematically enshrined in the story as well as conceptually (with things like the mother maiden crone triple goddess complex).

But yeah I've received some pretty ugly asks in the past on this topic and encountered some pretty ugly forms of misogyny and generally I think fandom is much more interested in characters being children than adults, or when they're parents it's more of a symbolic thing (think 'team dad/team mum'-esque headcanons) which naturally reifies gender roles anyway. Which is whatever, even if I think it's really weird when they want characters to remain in arrested development (e.g. Emerald and Mercury) when the point is that they're meant to grow beyond that. I think there is an ease and comfort in that which some people want.

This type of topic makes me a bit uncomfortable in general because I'm terrified of someone getting upset with me over it, and with most posts I'm anticipating someone to get mad, but this one makes me particularly anxious (which is why I'm dredging it up again... well done).

I'm sort of trying to say like, hopefully it can be understood I take a humanistic position on the matter, and above all a textually justified one; I still don't think children will necessarily be literal in the ending and for many of the characters it may be totally symbolic, in the way symbolic childhood and adulthood are represented in the story.

I still think the helicopter parenting thing with Jaune was a bit much though, because yeah he really needs to have babies.

#knightfall #reverse ozlem #seraphina ruminates over V9 #rwby9 #you need to go into that scene unspoilered really.

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silentxxsoul · 2 years

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The 'Uncle Buck and Madney house hunting in the same episode, we never lose' reaction dumppp:

this is a fucking mess but so am I 🤣

So many thoughts and hopes for tonight

mainly Madney house hunting and moving forward and picking a place that's theirs ahhhhhhhhhh

AND

FINALLY

UNCLE BUCK

IN (POTENTIALLY) MORE THAN A 'BLINK AND YOU'LL MISS IT' FASHION

which also means bingo for me, bitches

Listen I searched 'never lose' in the gif search and like, how do you pass that up?????

Spoiler alert: you don't

Christ this is already off the rails and the episode hasn't even aired lmao

I've always wanted to go to a Ren Fair but every year I forget until its already over.

You know what's kind of incredible here? They were talking about how girls could be more than princesses and no Hen is the one taking point on rescuing her sister, just reaffirming what her sister was saying before the bees.

I wonder how many hours of makeup/effects she had to sit through to make her look that swollen

WE GOT A JEE "BUCK" OMGGGGGGGGG

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY OH MY GOD I LOVE IT

COLORING

BEING CUTE TOGETHER

JEE KNOWING IMMEDIATELY SHE RUNS THE SHOW AND POOR BUCK HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE'S IN FOR

IM NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE THIS IS MY JOKER

Terrible twos ahahahaah

She gon'

Did he forget she's half Chim, who loves to mess with him?

The way he's sprinting after her oh my god 😂

If bro says fix it one more time IM going to toss him out a window holy god my guy

Oh damn I didn't realize he was going out the window--whoops that was a day dream. Same tho

I can't believe he ran through every confession possible with Athena lmao buddy stop implicating yourself and get a new job, maybe a therapist

Chris is so grown up 😭😭😭

I LIVE for these Dad!Eddie moments

Carla shoving him into the kitchen hahahaa, man I missed their dynamic. Not the actress, but Carla speaking wisdom for Eddie and the fun banter they always have.

"It's gonna be great" famous last words

Bobby's lucky numbers have me cackling, because they're equal parts adorable and equal parts on brand for a sports obsessed homer

(dont ask me about 1738 and 2015)

No bc if May bought twitter it probably would be the shit show it is now

"Ms. Garcia, RIP" Evan. 💀🤣

Like, how do you think this would be a good idea? I get being overly horny but its a MOVING vehicle ???

The panic when he realizes Chris could be getting his first kiss and Buck being absolutely unhelpful

Eddie went from being invested in Hen swapping Swarezes to being a grump in 0.7 seconds flat

Not the 'grandpa' gd Buck don't give him a heart attack lmao

I missssssed the 118 family banter oh my godddddddd

Bobby's just mad him and Athena didn't do it first

May, don't make unnecessary journeys! Stay out of treacherous creepy dude's houses!

She really found his whole ass manifest

May if you're going to read the dudes journal out loud ROLL YOUR WINDOW UP AND LOCK YOUR DOORS

May, it's literally titled 'my fantasy'

Oh JFC

My nerves are so shot man

Is she going to do training to be a hostage negotiator??? Ohhh I love that angle!!! Bring her in for more big rescues!

(also that made a separate post bc I need to put it into the universe so that Tim and Co. can steal it 😇)

"Look swords", he's such a child lmao

Oh my god now he's talking about teaching Jee girls can do anything by getting her a sword I fucking love him

Hen and Buck fighting, my heart

SHE'S A FUCKING DOCTOR ?

OR IS IT JUST ANOTHER FANTASY ?

Eddie is such a fucking good dad 😭😭😭😭😭

BATHENA TO END IT?! WE ATE SO MUCH TONIGHT

Yall I'm in no way ready for a week off or for the hella long hiatus between 6A and 6B

#911 spoilers #911 fox spoilers #911 fox #surprise dylan obrien appearance #in this hot mess not the ep #but can you imagine if dob graced us on 911 ??? id simply combust

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the-duckless-pond · 11 days

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I am feeling pretty… irritated? angry? frustrated? tonight. It kind of started this morning in getting angry at myself for struggling with my independent study and getting work done (I did not accomplish everything I wanted today despite waking up over 12 hours ago). And it ebbed and waned and wasn’t too bad and I got at least some work done and that kind of made me feel better.

And then I had therapy and now I do not feel better and have felt like… annoyed ever since. I don’t know. It’s hard to know exactly what I am feeling. I just feel bothered and bad and it is lingering.

I think right now I am irritated because I think I go out enough and do enough things within reason for my current ability and anxiety level post-COVID and post multiple traumatic interpersonal relationships. I interact in class three days a week (but I guess that doesn’t count since it’s over zoom), I get a soda like I like and chat a little with the workers on a daily basis, I see my mom a few times a week and spend time with her, and I get lunch once a month with a friend. I even went to the ren faire and spent 8 hours talking just the other weekend! And I think I do enough things and enough talking and interacting for someone with my level of interpersonal trauma. I talk to my bff every day multiple times a day even if she doesn’t respond. I am interacting with people. I feel more or less satisfied with this and do not often feel lonely.

But my therapist thinks I need to, in his words, rejoin society??? Like what?? And that’s because I guess I can’t see my bff in person or talk often in person because she lives a thousand miles away and that’s not my fault and she is rationally the only person I trust enough to spend consistent time with? And that’s a bad thing? Apparently? Anyway he is super on my case about going out and doing things and being near people. Like suggesting I should start going to Mass again and things lk’e that, which doesn’t even make sense because I talked to no one at Mass. I went and sat quietly and listened and then left and that is how I like it. And he is super on my case about it since none of my classes are in person this semester. But that’s not my fault!! I hate it!! I miss classrooms and sitting quietly in them and listening to the professor for an hour and a half! But pin it on the university, not on me.

I guess I am feeling very… targeted? For lack of a better word? And I am so annoyed by it that I am strongly considering walking around downtown this weekend even though I DONT WANT TO AND HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO AND HAVE BEEN SICK UGH. And even if I do I’m not going to talk to anyone anyway so what’s the fucking point! I would wear a mask and my big headphones that say leave me the fuck alone to everyone and maybe window shop and briefly take my headphones off to buy bubble tea or ice cream and then put them back on. And I would be so uncomfortable the entire time and hate it.

Like I have all the skills to go out and do things. It is not a problem. I learned the skills, went out and did things, and discovered that I HATE GOING OUT AND DOING THINGS AND PREFER TO STAY AT HOME! So I adjusted my life and my daily routine to reflect that! It’s not a fucking problem to be solved! There is no problem! I tried it for several very long years, like 4 or 5, and then stopped because it was awful and home or a walk in the woods by no one is so much better.

So whyyyyyyyyy do I have to go through this again?? Why do I feel like I’m being bullied into doing things I literally cannot stand? And it’s not an anxiety problem or a trauma problem. I have the skills. I am fully capable of going out and when I need to I do. I just… don’t see the point in it because I dislike it so much. So I don’t. And I am happier this way. I really truly am.

But I guess I have to fit some neurotypical ideal now? I truly do not see what the problem is. Lots of people are recluses and are just fine.

I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to be a recluse too. Idk. I hate it.

After today and hearing about it yet again I am strongly considering quitting therapy because I hate it so much. I just want to be left alone to live my quiet reclusive life with my one close friend and have therapy as a space to talk about my week. I’m not trying to solve some big problem. I don’t understand why I can’t have that and why everyone always tries to force me to go out and talk to people.

I am very upset and crying now. I don’t understand why it is apparently such a big deal. It’s so fucking stupid. Ugh.

#diary entry

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rissouu · 9 months

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im all you need, eren jaeger

(he’s determined to make you leave that bum boyfriend of yours)

“ren.. we can’t do thi— aw fuck!” you complained, quickly getting cut off by the hand of his that was working its way toward the hem of your shorts. “we can’t what? need you to speak up for me mama.” he hummed before rubbing your pussy through the thin shorts and gazing at you with those beautiful blue eyes.

“you know about my relationship, and we have to stop. this shits getting tiring sneaking around like this,” you mumbled, trying to resist the urge of giving into him like you usually would. he always had a way of making you fold but you just hoped this time you had enough strength to end it.

“ion give a fuck ‘bout that relationship. i been telling you to leave the dude for months now,” his eyes were fixated on your beautiful body. the only thing he wanted right now was to be inside you, but that was kind of hard when all you’re thinking about was that bum boyfriend of yours.

“you think youn gotta listen to me, but that’s okay baby, ima teach you to listen one way or another.”

you sighed while trying to keep your composure. the last thing you needed was to fall for his charm like always, but unfortunately he always had a way with words..

“call him.” eren hissed while giving you deep strokes and holding your legs up. you were mentally all over the place, you couldn’t even understand what he was saying.

the only thing on your mind right now was how good eren was fucking you. “aww look at my baby, too out of it to understand what i’m sayin’.” he cooed before bringing your foot up to his mouth and leaving soft kisses on it.

“mm please baby, m’so close— i can’t!” you babbled, putting your hand to his stomach and trying to push him away. it was too much and you were already tired, and you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“nah, move your hands and call him like i said.” he slapped your hand. you must’ve been out of your damn mind if you thought he was stopping any time soon, especially not before you did what he asked.

“no renn, not calling him. please just-“

“oh you not callin’ him, hm?” he questioned, pulling out of you and chuckling darkly. “no, i won’t-“

you were cut off by him roughly slamming back into your pussy, causing you to scream. you were left speechless and all you could do was grab at the sheets beneath you.

“stop fuckin’ playing with me y/n. either you call him or im gonna do it for you.”

©rissouu 2023 (literally bare with me ik this was so bad, i haven’t written full on smut in years! ima practice some more don’t worryyy 😭)

#malora’s works!#eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren smut #eren yaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan eren #eren yeager smut #aot drabble #aot one shot #smut #anime smut

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monsterkisserlove · 2 years

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The Mirror Image: Chapter Two

What will you do with your massive crush on maybe the kindest Orc you’ve ever met and your scheming best friend…

TW/CW: Drinking, animal neglect

Pairing: M Orc/F reader

a/n: SFW but will become NSFW as the chapters go on, those chapters will be well marked though. However, under 18s DNI! This blog and these fics ain’t for you.

Chapter 1

“Who’s not your anything?” A deep voice rumbled gently from next to you, a large, familiar shadow falling across the table.

Oh perfect.

Khureg heard that.

“Oh-, um, nothing! Just a joke?” You forced a smile, trying to ignore the way your voice wavered. Ren clearly did notice by the patronising face they were giving you.

“Oookay...,” Khureg trailed off, sliding into the seat next to you despite how much more room was on Ren's side, he just must prefer this seat you told yourself, “So how was your day at work? I hope it wasn’t too cold on the walk over here for you.” The Orc asked with a sweet smile.

“Hi Khureg, nice to see you.” Ren interjected, a sly smile curling their mouth, turning to look at you with one sharp eyebrow raised.

Blush on green skin was so beautiful, you thought, paying no mind to your friend’s interactions. “Oh, yeah, hi Ren. How are you doing?”

As the pair were talking about their respective days you started to become incredibly distracted. Honestly a war party could have been raging through the bar and you wouldn’t have noticed as you were so transfixed on the dark freckles over Khureg’s nose and neck. At this point you could probably tell him how many freckles the Orc had and what different constellations they formed.

Gods, you had it bad.

A clicking in front of your face brought you back down to earth, shaking your head out of reverie you turned to the impatient Naga, seemingly they’d just asked you a question.

“Sorry, I wasn’t here for a minute, what did you say?” You replied apologetically, missing the way that Khureg’s eyes darted to your pinkening cheeks before staring at his hands, as if worried that he’d be caught.

“I have asked you thrice now, what would you like to drink? I’m going to the bar.” Ren snarked at you, but you didn’t take it to heart. While the Naga was impatient, they were also your best friend, snarking was just who they were. You could ask them anything and while they might gently roast you, they’d sort it for you.

“Umm, can I just have a glass of wine? I need to be up early tomorrow to work on my portfolio.” Ren nodded, his slit eyes darting back and forth between you and Khureg.

Slithering out of their seat, Ren made his way to the bar but not before quipping over his shoulder. “Not a problem, but talking about hair stuff, don’t you have a question for big and handsome there?”

Ren’s smirk was so big you could practically feel it melting your face off.

Maybe you needed a new damn best friend.

“A question for me?” Khureg rumbled, turning to face you. Well, more like looking down to face you considering the remarkable height differences. When standing you only came up to his chest, which just distracted you further as all you could think about was if you ever shared a bed with him, you could literally sleep on top of his chest.

Gods, Ren really was simultaneously the best and the worst.

“Well, yeah, you’re always so helpful and good and generous with your time and I just wanted to ask you if you could help me with one more thing? Ren told me about a brand that I haven’t tried yet for Naga’s and Ren can’t help because of shedding, you know Naga’s and their sensitive skin! And I know that braids are a delicate thing to do for Orcs but well it’s not an Orcish braid and I would really appreciate if I could practice on you and-,”

Khureg stopped you before you started going blue in the face from your never ending ramble by putting one of his massive and surprisingly soft hands on your shoulder.

Finally, you remembered to take a breath, smiling nervously up at the Orc.

Why were you even nervous!?

It’s not the first time you’ve asked for help!

But it felt different now, maybe because he was sat so much closer to you than usual.

Maybe it was the way his golden eyes almost sparkled in the low light of the bar.

Chuckling, Khureg squeezed your shoulder gently. “That’s absolutely fine, you know I don’t mind you playing with-, styling my hair. For your job, of course.” The Orc corrected himself quickly.

Gods, Khureg was amazing, you thought, your face lighting up and you did something unexpected. You launched forward, wrapping your arms around the Orcs considerable chest, your hands couldn’t even touch, you thought gleefully.

A small oomph left his chest but he rumbled quietly, the sound vibrating all the way through to your spine and further down...

Large, strong arms encompassed you back, pressing you right into his shirt.

Oh, he even smelled amazing.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d hugged Khureg! You’d known the Orc for a year now, you were close friends.

But this time felt different.

It made your heart flutter just like every other time you’d been close to him but this felt like comfort.

Like being under a blanket on a rainy day.

Like the first hot drink on a winter morning.

It felt like home.

Maybe it was the way he held you just a little tighter than normal, maybe it was the dark lighting and the privacy of the booth. You didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining.

Soon Ren returned with your drinks and you detangled yourself from Khureg’s warm embrace. The rest of the night went well, drinks flowed in moderation and before you knew it your thigh was pressed against the Orc’s. You’d arranged a night in the week for Khureg to come over, you also invited Ren but unfortunately, they were busy. With what, they didn’t say but you weren’t about to pry and lose any alone time with Khureg.

It seemed, however, that both you and Khureg, had missed the sly looks that the devious Naga had been shooting you both all night.

Ren did sometimes wonder how either of you managed to get through this life being this damn oblivious.

The following week stretched on, going both far too quickly and all at once way too slowly. It was a painful week just because of that. Work and study went on as usual, nothing at all exciting or even disastrous that may distract you from daydreaming about Khureg spending some quality time with you.

Ren had sent you the picture of the braid they’d described however, it was a little strange. Not the braid of course! That was utterly beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to practice it. Just, in the images that Ren usually sent you got multiple references which included different views of the style so that you knew whether your version was sitting right or not.

Whereas this single picture looked cropped, it was only the braid and nothing more. You had no idea who it was on, or even if it was actually a Naga?

Oh well, you wouldn’t complain, Ren had been such a help with everything that you really didn’t mind too much.

And, this was another opportunity to be close to Khureg.

Gosh, you missed playing with-, styling his hair.

It had been well over a month since you’d last used him as a hair model for pictures and practice.

Suddenly, Wednesday night was upon you, and you’d spent all day tidying your flat irregardless of that fact that not only had Khureg already been there before but it was also already spotless. You’d stocked your fridge with his favourite beer and had placed the usual order with your mutually favourite pizza parlour when the door rang.

Jumping up off your worn sofa, you wrenched the stiff door open to reveal Khureg wearing a tight henley shirt, the first three buttons undone, sleeves pushed up to the elbows revealing strong, thick forearms and a pair of grey sweat pants that lined his legs indecently.

“Hi!” You managed to squeak out, “Please, come on in.” Stepping back from the door, you let him stoop through the entrance and you fanned your face behind his hulking figure.

“How’s your day been?” You asked, plopping yourself on the sofa next to him.

Khureg sighed, stretching his arms. “Not so bad, but where it’s coming up to Yuletide the practice is getting ready for the pets that will be given as presents just being dumped because families can't handle them. It’s just stressful really as we’re doing so much work for something that we know is going to happen but it’s completely preventable! It just makes me so mad; you know?” The Orc vented to you as you nodded in agreement.

Being this passionate about animal welfare was just another thing you loved about him, as if he couldn't get any more perfect. You could just listen to him all day, and to be fair you nearly have before, when he had excitedly rambled about a new vaccination clinic that the practice had implemented under his leadership around three months ago. When Khureg had realised that he had been talking without interruption for a long time he faltered and apologised profusely.

At that moment you could’ve screamed, you were on cloud nine just listening to him.

Conversation was flowing, most likely due to the beer you’d bought and nothing at all to do with that fact that you're similar people with similar interests, one of which being each other but no, it wouldn’t be that of course.

When the doorbell rang to announce the pizza, Khureg was up and across the room before you’d even registered the sound of the door, his soft movement just another thing that you admired. After paying and tipping the delivery guy, you both got to work devouring the pizza.

“Oh, let you give you my half of the bill-,” Khureg waved you off. “Don’t worry about it, my treat.” That smile he gave you melted your heart.

“By the way, your door is sticking, I can fix that for you?” He offered as he ate half a slice in one go.

“That’s okay, you don’t need to do that for me.” You shrugged it off, you were fine with your door despite how annoying it could be.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” Khureg smiled, his eyes drifting down to your lips, “you’ve got a little something there.” The Orc gestured to the corner of your mouth and when you went the wrong way to wipe it off, Khureg smiled and took a napkin, gently cleaning the sauce from your face. Thick thumb tracing your full, bottom lip for the briefest moment that you thought you imagined it.

Your faces were closer than you realised, your tongue darting out to ghost over where he had touched.

The tension was broken however when your phone slipped from your pocket, the thump bringing you both back to reality and you sprung apart from one another.

Khureg and you shared a nervous laugh, him rubbing the back of his neck as you quickly fetched your phone from the floor.

“Well, should we get started before I get too tired to focus?” You asked and when he agreed, you stood and grabbed your case of hair tools and products while he made himself comfortable at your dining table.

Standing behind him, you carefully removed the tie that kept his hair folded in a messy bun and his long, glossy hair cascaded over his broad back and over your fingers. You started as you always did, running your fingers through his locks from the top of his head, to the nape of his neck all the way down to the ends.

Music was playing softly in the background, just loud enough that you missed his sigh of euphoria as you caressed his skin and hair.

Neither of you spoke during the process, just enjoying the proximity of each other and the simple joy of touching another and being touched.

Humming gently, you propped up your phone with the reference picture displayed and began studiously copying the image, twisting, pining and plaiting his hair until it represented the desired style perfectly.

Moments like this really did make everything feel better, just you and Khureg in this space with no one else and no other issues to be thinking of.

Just the peace of being happy, safe and cared for.

After an hour or so you were happy with the result and ushered Khureg into the bathroom to look in the mirror as you held a smaller mirror behind him so he could see all of it.

“So what do you think? I did a pretty good job, huh?” You grinned, really rather proud of this braid. Hopefully Khureg would acquiesce to you taking a picture for your portfolio.

Khureg was silent.

The Orcs cheeks burning a deep green, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed, unable to get any words out.

“Is everything okay?” You enquired, your smile slipping slightly. Did he not like it?

“No-, I mean yes! Of course, I’d love to start courting you!” Khureg exclaimed, wrapping you in an embrace so tight that your feet left the ground, your face pressed into his shirt before you could ask him what was going on!?

Chapter 3

#monsterkisserlove #my writing #the mirror image #oh khureg #softest boy #mmm bone crunching orc hugs #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster writing #orc boyfriend #orc x reader #orc x human

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socks-pawn · 2 years

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Imagine there was more porn for ariana griande

I could totally see grian crossdressing being something of a Thing he does sometimes just to be a tease

A situation where like Doc catches sight of a flash of feathers near his perimeter. He expects to find his pesky bird neighbor stealing something, and instead he finds an absolute pink bombshell looking far too innocent for him proximity to his redstone machinery. And even as Ariana, it’s still grian. So he plays up the innocence, he swears he was just admiring it. Docs not a fool, but he plays along for the sake of it. Though he starts to drop it when he notices a single line of redstone dust has had a line drawn through it. From there it’s clear what grian wants, and doc intends to give it to him. He promises to give him so much he’ll be crying from it

Or, keralis and ren are working at gigalogs when he walks in, asking if they’ve restocked spruce logs yet. And he pretends not to notice the slight wag of Rens tail as he saunters across the area. Afterall, keralis is smoothly walking him over to where those logs can be found. And even as Ariana, he’s still grian. So it’s understandable when even the charmer and smooth talker, keralis chokes on his words when grian leans over to look into the chest and absolutely flashes them. And being the impulsive one, rens the one who finds himself directly behind grian in a heartbeat, growling low in his chest. How could his instincts ignore such a blatant tease afterall?

Hell, imagine poor mumbo! Mr always put together seeing his neighbor walk over and while his instinctual response is “oh jeez” it becomes “oh jeez!” When he actually lays eyes on him. And even as Ariana, its still grian, so he cannot help himself but tease and brat a bit. He wants to break this man, to get mumbo to actually lose his composure. Wants him to get possessive and dominating. It takes hours of grian both figuratively and literally dancing around the man, but it works. The man eventually snaps and puts the little tease in his place

I imagine each instance would require Ariana/grian to get a new outfit from his lovers ruining it (or him, in it).

I have many thoughts about this

I've read this a few days ago and have not stopped thinking about this, I love Ariana, and we need MORE content of her <3

She deserves to get her back blown by horny hermits <3

#anon ask #drag grn #dcm #rndg #krls #mmb jmb

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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More Actor AU

The previous one <-

Ruby:Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful- *pie to the face* Ahhhh! Nora!

Nora:HAHAHAHAHA! I couldn’t resist!

xxxx

Yang:Do you think she thinks less of me?

Jaune:You and Ruby are sisters. You may fight but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care.

Yang:Yeah, Ruby...

Jaune:.....Wait are you talking about Blake?

Yang:*caught of guard* Uhhhhh

Jaune:Because why would she think less of you for choosing to act like a first responder?

.......

Ren:*outside* He has a point!

Director:Stick to the script!

xxxx

Raven:Does she have it?

Qrow:You’re going to have be a little bit more specific.

Raven:*slams hand and leans* Does. Salem. Have. The Tape?

Qrow:Tape?

Raven:Yeah the sex tape, it was in the vault.

Qrow:Whaaat? Who’s on it?

Raven:*smirks* Who isn’t on it?

Qrow:Oh shit....*downs whiskey* Tai is gonna kill me!

xxxxx

Apathy:*roaming*

Ruby:Quick, the door!

Weiss:*shakes it* They’re locked!

Yang:Let me-*trips up stairs* agh! My face!

Weiss:Yang! *snickering* Oh gods, are...are you okay?

Yang:Uuuuugggghh. Imma just lie here. Guess we die. *raise head*

Weiss:Uh oh, bloody nose. Time out.

Apathy:*shuffling backwards*

Blake:*on the ground* Imagine, asking grimm just to leave?

xxxxx

Nora:Psst camera man. Pan to Penny.

Penny:*getting make up done* Yo!

Nora:Ready to die a second time!?

Penny:Hell yeah! Gonna make the people cry twice! *puts in red contacts*

xxxxx

Cinder:*chokes Raven* I’m taking what’s mine.

Raven:Last time I checked your name isn’t Tai. So get your hands off my throat. *looks off set*

Tai:*face palming*

Yang:*red* Mom!!

Raven:Someone was thinking it.

xxxxx

Fiona:*reading lines*

Robyn:She’s very focused right now. I think she’s nervous. *grabs megaphone* Cameras go live in five minutes.

Fiona:*tearing up*

Robyn:No wait! I was lying! Please dry those tears!

Fiona:Stop stressing me out! I’m new here.

Robyn:*hugging her* Ssssshhh I’ll rehearse with you.

xxxxx

[Volume 3]

Blake:*getting first aid*

Adam:*staring at camera* Funny thing about Blake Belladonna, she hates reshoots.

Blake:Do not...

Adam:She hates them so much in fact that she’ll do whatever it takes make the first take an absolute masterpiece. Blake Belladonna however also does about half of her stunts. Good stunts too. All those flips and hand to hand, that’s just her being cool. *puts hands together* I’ve worked with her since day one. I’m in most of those actions scenes. So let me tell how insane this girl is.

Blake:Oh geez...

Adam:Ten minute ago, we’re just shooting the scene where her character and my character are fighting. The plan was I “backhand” her and she falls on the ground. Now we’re not perfect. We’ve accidentally grazed each other before. But when I tell you Blake literally just sat there and watched as my hand swung at her....

Blake:Man, I don’t know what happened! *snorting* I knew it was coming, but then the next minute I had no time to go with it.

Adam:Now normally, a sane person would yell cut, but not Blake. I’m looking at her shocked as she’s staring back mouthing “roll with it.” And against judgment, I did.

Blake:It doesn’t get more authentic than that! Plus it only stung.

Yang:Until we finished the scene! We look at you and this red mark is appearing and you’re like “yeah, Adam knocked the hell out of me.”

Adam:And now I feel bad!

Blake:Nah man, perfect scene. Way to improvise.

Yang:Blake Belladonna everyone.

xxxx

Fennec: *dies*

Corsac: Corsac no!!!

Ilia:Wait, your Corsac.

Corsac:Shit, really? Damn, read the long lines all volume.

Ilia:W..wait...*smiling* d..did switch roles? Has no caught that?

Blake:N...no? *looks around* We didn’t right?

Sun:*containg laughter* Please...please tell me we haven’t mixed the roles all season? You audition for...?

Corsec:Fennec. I’m playing Fennec right? *snickering*

Blake:I...uh..how’d we-

Corsec:I’m just fucking with you.

Blake:Oh my god! Dude, I thought we messed up so much shit! My heart!

Crew:*laughing*

Blake:Y’all are jerks. I type the credits don’t scare me like that!

xxxxx

Ghira:*tears cloak off*

Tyrian and Salem: Dayuuuuuum! Look at that man!

Ghira:Pfft, god damn it. You ruined my roar! Hahaha.

xxxxx

Director:Alright Jaune. So in this scene you punch the wall because you just learned about Salem being immortal. Remember to hit hard enough get a good bang for the mic, but we don’t want you breaking your hand or anything.

Jaune:Got it!

Director:And action!

Jaune:*cracks wall*

Everyone:......

Jaune:......

Nora:Welp, he didn’t say anything about breaking the wall.

xxxxxx

Cinder:*holding sister* Diva in the building yall. Introducing mini me.

Ember:I get paid!

Cinder:Yeah you do!

Everyone:(The resemblance is uncanny.)

xxxxxx

Interviewer: Has it feel to work with distinguished talents like Tyrian.

Mercury:There isn’t a moment that man lets me rest. I could have one scene and that guy is offset staring at me and shimming or wearing a prop just throw me off-he’s doing it now! *smiles*

Tyrian:*in Salem’s costume* I don’t know what you mean Mercury? Are you...*props leg up* distracted?

Mercury:Serious doesn’t exist with that man on set.

xxxxx

Interview:Adam, how’s it feel to be the most hated character.

Adam:It’s hilarious. I go the store to get a coffee and the cashier is doing a double take as they stare at me wearing a shirt with Pumpkin Pete on it. Before they process who I am exactly I’m just like, “please tell me you have pumpkin spice?” And their perception is ruined immediately.

Interviewer:Ever get hate at events.

Adam:Oh it’s a game now! Not by my choice. This was Yang’s idea.

Yang:*pokes in* Y’all talking about the game where I make people upset? *sits in his lap* excuse me.

Adam:Against my will...*snickers* anytime I go to a convention with Yang, she enters the room from the opposite door and let the people gather to her while haters gather to me.

Yang:By the time I reach him I see about a dozen people glaring at him while my fans are following me until I get where I need to go. Right before I do, I walk up to Adam as if I didn’t know he’d be there, then jump into his arms happily. Everyone shuts up. They don’t know how to cope.

Adam:That’s with almost any hero in this show. I’m minding my own business and then they cling to me for shock value. Yang and Blake are the worst though.

Yang:I’ve sat in his lap like I am now at a Q&A before because people booed when he showed up. The beef isn’t real people! My arm is fine!

xxxxx

Jaune:*staring at Pyrrha’s statue*.....

*foot steps approach*

Jaune:*looks left* !?

Pyrrha:*holding flowers* A tragedy, this person’s death. You knew them?

Jaune:I...y...no. Just heard of her.

Pyrrha:Really? Cool. Reall strong person. Her people were heartbroken when she chose Beacon. But it was the place she dreamed of. Ashamed she died. Gone, never to be seen.

Jaune:She may be gone, but I know she had no regrets. Pyrrha was a huntress through and through, and I believe she fought like one until the end.

Pyrrha:*nods* Yeah, I think so too. *containg joy*

.........

Pyrrha:This isn’t the real scene by the way.

Jaune:I was about to say! Like, what the hell is happening!? I read the script and missed this part!

Pyrrha:Hahahaha! Good improvising. *claps* way to roll with the nonsense. I can’t believe you said no though! That’s how you get haunted.

Jaune:*laughing* I thought I was! Ghost Pyrrha walking with flowers saying “oh you know her?” I thought I did until you showed up!

Ren:We just shoot random scenes of you talking to Pyrrha and never address it. Jaune is just crazy now.

Pyrrha:I’m down for that!

Director:No! Well....no! Stop trying to get more lines!

Pyrrha:Awww.

xxxxxx

Ozpin:You know originally I brought my kid here so we can bond and he was like “awesome!”

Cameraman pans over to Oscar and Penny sitting on a bench eating together, laughing.

Ozpin:*smirking* I was played, but I respect it.

xxxxxx

[Volume 6]

Jaune:*walks up to Ruby* Promise that you’ll meet us there.

Ruby:I promise. *smiles*

..... *both lean in*

Ruby:......*kisses him*

Everyone:!?!?

Nora:Woah! Cut!

Ruby:Huh? What’s up?

Nora:There’s no kiss!

Ruby:Really? Feels like a kiss should be here. Huh, my bad. Thought it was written in.

xxxxxx

Ruby:*posed up in chair* They had to cut out me kissing Jaune. That’s fine, still kissed him.

xxxxxx

Nora:All I’m saying is maybe I should get a kiss with him.

Director:Nora, just ask him out on your own time.

Nora:Pffft what? Me, into Jaune? No..... I just think it would make good narrative sense.

Director:How!?

Nora:......*walks away* It just would!

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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I’m going to try come up with other ideas lol but these jumped out at me. I would absolutely use these for something! I’m saving them too because I just might!

But if you feel like it, these combined scenarios could be really fun for a sarcastic, grouchy ass Flip or Kylo AU. It could be anything from enemies to antagonists to the guy being in trouble with you currently from doing stupid shit and trying to make up with you! Anything you think!

your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something this cheeky motherfucker takes notice of

there's only one bed, but this time, they're arguing over who should sleep on the floor, which nobody agrees to, so instead they end up sharing, incredibly annoyed over having to share their space (it’s not like friends to lovers, in which they both awkwardly get into bed. this is straight up just. i will set this bed on fire if you don’t stay on your side)

The Longest Knight {Sir Kylo Ren x Reader}

author's notes: hello, hello! shannon, dear, you always seem to know what I'm in need of when you send requests in. I've been dying for an excuse to write some medieval/knight Kylo, and this fits in perfectly with that AU, so thank you! <3

**THERE ARE SOME DARK(ER) THEMES IN THIS STORY, BUT ONLY AT THE VERY BEGINNING (there’s an indicator of when the dark content ends, in bold, you can’t miss it). PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND TW’S BEFORE PROCEEDING!**

warnings: some angst. some gore. some fluff. smut. enemies-with-benefits. sex w/o feelings. kylo is a huge douche (but in, like, a lowkey sexy way).

tw's: (at the very beginning): dead bodies & blood, vivid depictions of wounds/injuries, brief depictions of battle, implied (battle-related) murder. mentions of sex work (later on in the story, not relating to the reader character).

word count: 4.4k

terms to know: loincloth: groin-covering cloth tied around the waist (literally just underwear). bedswerver: “adulterer” (an insult). mamillare: medieval breast band (bra).

When the sounds of marching footfall, deep cries of manly battle, and shod hooves pounding on the drought-hardened ground had ceased from the air, you saddle your horse and ride out to the far field of your property.

The putrid smell of rotting flesh hits you before any bodies are even in view. Your prized stallion slows his trot, nostrils flaring and ears perked forward as the scene of battle presents itself to both of you.

He begins to snort and whinny in acute panic at the sight of so many corpses, both human and horse. Your stomach begins to churn, and you can barely bring yourself to look upon the scene as your heel encourages him onward, wanting to make sure there aren’t any surviving soldiers.

Both sides seem to have suffered great loss, although you’re unsure which corpses belong to which side. The conflict betwixt Alderaan and Naboo has been dragging on much too long, and at the end of the day, is any conflict truly worth all of the lives lost?

You certainly didn’t think so, but perhaps you’re just too close to this war, incapable of having an unbiased opinion due to the loss of your beloved husband at the hands of Sir Kylo Ren, the Alderaanean calvary general and the most feared man across all five kingdoms.

As you make your rounds to check for survivors, much to the dismay of your steed, you quickly lose almost all hope that anyone laid here ended up surviving the brutality apparently brought down upon them during the fight.

Suddenly, your horse lifts himself up on hinds legs ever so slightly, jogging in place as a barely-audible groan comes from one of the men. His hand moves ever so slightly, and you quickly rush over to him, dismounting with a small first aid bag.

His helmet is that of a high-ranking official, but on which side he belongs, it’s too hard to tell. Not that it truly matters, you’d take just about any man with the courage to fight these battles.

“Sir?” You say, kneeling down beside the large man. “Do you remember what happened to you?”

He grunts lowly, winter-chapped lips opening in an attempt to speak. “S-Stomach.”

Once your mind registers his husky words, you look down at his abdomen and see that his armor seems to have been compromised in a spot right on the side of his stomach. Fresh blood seeps from the deep wound, and you cringe, grabbing one of the towels from your pack to gently wipe away some of the blood, but the tear in flesh is so deep, it’s impossible to do with just one towel. **dark content warnings ENDS**

“My estate is just a short ride from here. I cannot hold your weight myself, but if you can mount my horse, I will take you back and mend your wounds to the best of my ability.”

The mask nods softly, slowly but surely lifting himself up off the ground, wobbling towards your horse, who snorts nervously. He seemingly understands the severity of the situation, though, and stands still as the knight sits himself on his back.

From there, he lays back, breath catching in his throat as his injuries are tweaked with each of the horses’ strides. You hold onto the reins, leading your stallion back to the house.

After quite a bit of maneuvering and a lot of quarreling with the injured knight, you finally manage to set him up the cot in your spare bedroom. He sits down on the chair as you do so, mumbling and grumbling about his pain. You found it quite annoying, really, but you can’t really blame him for acting in such a way.

“You’ll need to remove your armor, sir. I cannot treat your wounds with it on.”

“By God’s bones.” He curses under his breath in annoyance, but stands and removes his body armor nonetheless.

Piece by piece is peeled from his body, his physically intimidating figure revealed slowly to your curious eyes. Only his under-layers were left, soon enough, and you found it a bit odd that he hadn’t taken his helmet off first. You would think that would be a great relief to have the proper air exposure on your face, but you’re not really in a place to make assumptions about that sort of thing.

His brilliantly alabaster skin is severely bloodied, bruised, and badly butchered. He would require quite some time to heal and recover, but if you learned anything from being married to an army man, it’s that they’re all stubborn bastards who never take the proper time to allow time for their bodies to properly heal.

He’s soon fully exposed to you, minus his helmet and threadbare loincloth, and you have to look away quickly as your cheeks heat up. The small garment left very little to the imagination, and this knight was...well endowed, to put it kindly.

Putting your own personal feelings aside for the betterment of the patient, you look back up at him with a small smile. “You may remove your helmet now, good sir.”

“I cannot reach up to grab it from my head.” He says in a flat, unamused voice.

“Of course.” You scold yourself for not thinking of that. “Well, if you lay down on the cot, I shall remove it for you.”

Instead of protest, which is what you expected, he complied with your instructions and laid down on the cot. He grunts satisfyingly at the comfort of a mattress, most likely used to sleeping on the ground.

When you reach for the bottoms of his helmet to pull it off, he suddenly snatches your wrist, stopping you instantly.

“If you need touch me, ask before doing so.” His voice is nothing more than a growl.

You almost roll your eyes, starting to truly become annoyed with this knight. You invited him into your home and you’re willing to be his bedside nurse...and he has the audacity to request something like this.

Again you’re forced to put your personal feelings aside for the sake of your patient and for the maintenance of your bedside manner, forcing a smile onto your face. “With all due respect, sir, I’m your nurse for the time being. I will be needing to touch you quite often. Am I really expected to ask each and every time?”

“Yes.” He replies.

Your jaw clenches and you wish nothing more in this moment than to smack this man right across the face.

“Fine. May I please remove your helmet?”

Sparing you the assurance of a vocal reply, the mask simply nods, and you pull it over his head. When the face of your patient is revealed to your eyes, you’re appalled.

It’s Sir Kylo Ren...the man that murdered your husband.

You drop the helmet onto the ground, metal clattering as it rocks back and forth once it’s settled in one spot on the hardwood. This can’t be real.

He snarls. “Why are you looking upon me with that expression? Have you never seen a man before? I have wounds that need tended to, girl, and I’d like to be out of here before sundown.”

Anger begins to boil your blood, tears burning in your eyes as you look down at the man before you.

“You bastard.” Your hand raises, ready to strike him clean against the cheek. He catches your fist in his hand before you can, though.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” Kylo warns, squeezing your fist. “I’ll have to have you beheaded for hitting an army man, and your head is much too pretty to be put to such waste.”

You snort, yanking yourself from his grip, teeth gritting as you walk out to fetch all the medical supplies. He’s wearing a cocky expression when you walk back in.

“I recognize you.” He says.

You huff, unamused. “How could you possibly recognize me? We’ve never met.”

His lips curl up into a devious smirk. “You’re right, we haven’t met before, but I recognize you from your husband’s description. I asked him what you looked like, since he was babbling on and on about you.”

You freeze up, bottom lip beginning to quiver as Sir Kylo continues.

“Then I drove my blade straight through his pathetic chest, and later that night, I touched myself as I thought of you.”

He chuckles deviously.

“Bedswerver!” You yell, cocking your fists once more and lunging at him, ready to strike once more. But then, you stop yourself, knowing the consequences you’d surely face should you actually hit him.

Your fists lower and you simply say nothing, preparing the cloths in the warm water. The tears run down your cheeks on their own volition, but you quickly wipe them away before turning back towards him.

“He wasn’t worthy of your company, Y/N.” Kylo says as you begin to clean the wounds on his stomach. “And he clearly didn’t satisfy you in the way you needed, considering the manner in which you looked over my body when I took my armor off.”

His hand reaches around and squeezes your ass, making you jump.

“How long has it been, little lamb? A young woman like you shouldn’t have to live without a man to satisfy her aching need.”

You can’t pretend that you’re not aroused by his words, by his touch. But you’d never let him have you, not in a thousand years. So, you quickly swat his hand away and continue cleaning his wounds. “That’s none of your concern, Sir Kylo. I am perfectly content without a man and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”

He laughs. “That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one. I bet you’re aching right now, just from my words and my simple touch.”

Before he can touch you further, you back away, limbs trembling with anger and frustration. You dunk the bloody rag back into the bowl of water, ring it out a bit, then throw it onto his chest.

“Clean the wounds yourself, since you can obviously move your hands and arms perfectly fine.” You say, wiping your own on a dry cloth. “I’ll be back to bandage you in a bit.”

“Don’t think of me too much, lamb. You’ll release too quickly.” He snickers as you slam the door shut behind you, bursting into tears the moment you step foot into your bedroom.

You sob quietly, the freshly-healed stitches of your heart popping open one at a time, the grief and pain of losing your beloved consuming you once more.

And now you’re here, mending his killer.

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It takes everything you have, every ounce of willpower, to wake up and face Sir Kylo every single day. You know you’re doing the right thing by helping him, but that doesn’t make dealing with him any easier.

He’s impossibly stubborn, arrogant beyond comprehension, and increasingly grumpy. But, you just have to keep going, keep pushing through, reminding yourself that each day brings you closer and closer to his inevitable departure.

You’ve all but blocked out his inappropriate and antagonizing comments or remarks, just getting his bandages replaced and then leaving the room as quickly as possible.

Today, though, he’s achieved a new level of jackassery, a thing you thought impossible until he did it. And boy, did he do it.

“I’ve made arrangements for a few whores to come and provide me some...company.”

Your fist tightens around the bandage in your hand. He smirks.

“You’re more than welcome to join us. There’s plenty of me to go around, little lamb. You’ll get your turn.”

“No, thanks. I think I’d rather stab myself with a sword.” You reply, beginning to switch out his bandages. “You’re lucky I’m even allowing it to occur in my house.”

He just chuckles. “You’d probably be bad, anyway.”

You suddenly rip the bandage off of his skin, causing him to cry out in pain. He looks at you, and you glare down at him. “Just...can you please just stop talking for once in your life? Must you always berate me when all I’ve done over the past few weeks is take care of you? Is this what kindness, genuine kindness, gets me?”

He suddenly seems to sober up, to let what he’s done to you sink in. It doesn’t last long, but you still see it. Perhaps he does have the capability to feel at least some sense of remorse.

Kylo stays quiet for the rest of the time you tend to his wounds, and when you turn to leave, the two words you’ve been convinced are not in his vocabulary, come from the behind you.

“Thank you.”

This sliver of empathy is short lived, especially after the girls from the local brothel make their way up to his room.

“Oh! Oh! Sir Kylo!”

You shake your head, attempting to read in the study, which is located on the other side of house from the guest bedroom. Yet, their screams, cries and the various other lewd noises still manage to make their way to your ears.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” “Take it, whore, take it!” “Kyloooooooo!”

The temptation to go up there and kick the girls out is increasing by the second, but you don’t. Maybe this will help mellow him out a bit, make him more manageable. Plus, you’re pretty sure that you’d have to carve your eyes out after walking in on whatever they’re doing up behind that closed door.

Unfortunately for you, it becomes progressively more difficult to focus on your book as the burn between your thighs intensifies. It’s been almost two years since your husband was murdered, which means that it’s been a little over that since you were last intimate with someone.

Normally, and up until Sir Kylo entered your household, you were more than fine subduing your sexual desires. You haven’t once touched yourself, not that you’d really know how to anyway, and you certainly weren’t about to start now.

You cross your legs, hoping that’ll quell some of the burning, but it only makes it worse. Another half an hour passes and your hand now rests on your thigh, slowly inching down towards your soaked and quivering pussy.

Just a quick touch won’t hurt...he doesn’t have to know...

Luckily, a knock at the door brings your motions to a stop. You sigh in relief, walking over to open the door. When you do, you’re met with a bandaged bare torso, a very muscular bare torso. His skin glistens with sweat and the smell of sex radiates from his essence.

He’s still breathing heavily as he stands in the doorway, looking down at you.

“We’re finished upstairs.” He says breathily. “I’m due for my afternoon bandage change, whenever you’re ready.”

You watch him saunter away, admiring the way his muscles stretch and tense with each stride. You’re burning up by now, both your skin and your arousal, and you wonder how you’re going to get through this next bandage change.

When you enter the room, the musk of sex is thick in the air, humidity at a suffocating level. You try to ignore it, try not to let it get to you, but it’s just surrounding you.

Your skin begins to glisten, brow furrowed as you focus on trying to change these bandages as quickly as possible. Kylo seems to take notice of your hurry, your sudden perspiring.

“Is something wrong?” He asks you, biting back a smirk. “You seem flustered.”

Nodding, you continue on with the bandaging. “I’m fine, just a bit warm is all.”

Kylo hums, reaching down to grab your wrist as you reach up to re-bandage the wound on his chest. He brings your fingers up to his lips, sucking the tips into his mouth gently, tongue swiping over the pads of your digits.

You try to pull away, to leave before you do something you regret, but his hold on you is firm. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t actually want him to stop.

Oh lord, this is bad. It’s so wrong. You shouldn’t want this. He murdered your husband, the man you loved. He’s so smug and cocky and yet...it’s what you’ve been wanting this whole time, the thing you’ve tried to suppress, to not let yourself want.

But now, everything else be damned, you want this. You need this. And damnit, you’re gonna have it.

His lips release your fingertips with a lewd pop! sound, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You haven’t tried to pull away or tell me off in a minute or two. Is everything alright?”

You huff. “Just do it.”

He raises his eyebrows, sitting up a little. “Do what? What do you want me to do, little lamb?”

“You know what I want.”

“Oh yes, I’m fully aware of what you want.” He smirks. “But I want to hear you say it out loud.”

You cross your arms on your chest, trying to ignore the twang of guilt that shoots through you as you prepare to say the words aloud.

“Fine. I want you to f-fuck me.”

“That’s right. I knew you wanted it.” Kylo takes your hand and trails it down his muscular abdomen, stopping just above where his loincloth sits on his hips.

“Take it off.”

You’re chewing your lip numb as you reach down and undo the tie holding the garment on. Your breath hitches as you slide it off, exposing his member, which is hardening steadily.

“Instead of staring, perhaps you’d like to try touching it?” He smirks.

You shoot him a glare. “Stop talking, for once in your life, please spare my ears the sound of your constant squabble.”

Kylo chuckles, putting his hands behind his head.

Your hand wraps around the base of his length, and he grunts softly. It’s your turn to wear a smirk.

“Oh, do you like that, Sir Kylo?”

He huffs. “Every man likes their cock being touched. Don’t go thinking that it means anything.”

You squeeze his shaft, drawing a deep grunt from his lips and small buck of his hips. He looks away, jaw clenched in an attempt to prevent any further noises.

This fact only makes you more determined, hand pumping his cock with more vigor, alternating between different paces and pressures to really drive him crazy.

You’re thoroughly enjoying this, drinking in the sight of him trying his absolute hardest not to react to the touches that so obviously arouse him. You tease him even more, using your fingers to touch certain parts of his length.

Well, it’s fun for the few minutes it lasts, but suddenly, you find yourself in his position, laid back on the cot. He’s on top of you, now, pushing the skirts of your dress up, fingers yanking the laces on your bodice.

He quickly pulls it off, followed by your skirts, leaving you in only your mamillare and your loincloth. His eyes roam your newly exposed skin for a moment before his hand slips down between your thighs, fingers pressing up against the fabric.

“I knew it. Were you listening, little lamb? Were you listening to me fuck those whores and wishing it was you?”

Your breath hitches. “Well, it was sort of hard not to listen when the girls were screaming.”

His fingers wrap around the waist tie, pulling them down to fully expose your wet heat. He smirks, rubbing around until he finds that one spot that has your back arching and a gasp escaping your lips.

Before he can even say anything, you reiterate his words in a mocking tone. “Every woman likes being touched there. Don’t go thinking that it means anything.”

He huffs, rubbing you harder.

“Tell me how wet you got when you heard me fucking those whores. Tell me that you wanted a turn on my cock, wondered how good I’d feel inside you.”

“N-No.” You say, a stern expression on your face. “I’ll never say that to you.”

His jaw clenches as he bends down, lips next to your ear. “You'll be screaming it once I’m done with you.”

Your eyes widen when his fingers slowly press up into your entrance.

“Kylo...” You’ve never been touched in this way before. It’s...different, and not necessarily unpleasant.

He sees your hesitation. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

And you did.

His digits begin moving in and out of you, curling up occasionally to stimulate a certain tender spot inside you. You’re biting down on your lip, surely hard enough to break the skin, trying your darndest not to give him the privilege of hearing your noises.

As you did to him, seeing you suppress your noises only spurs him on more, movements becoming quicker, swifter. Your orgasm draws closer with each skilled stroke, but just before you reach your peak, he pulls out.

You thought you wanted to hit him before; now, you kind of want to pop some of his abdomen stitches.

“Why did you do that?”

He laughs devilishly, reaching down to pump his cock, slicking it with the juices of your arousal. “You didn’t think I’d actually let you get off that easily, did you?”

“Well, I was sort of hoping...”

You’re brought to silence when he crawls on top of you, trapping you beneath his massive form. His mushroom head swirls around your entrance, collecting some of your slick before pressing it inside of you.

It’s been quite a while since you’ve had anyone, and you don’t think you’ve ever had someone of his size before, so you gasp softly as he presses forth. Soon, his entire length is seated in you, stretching and filling you to the brim.

His eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he tries to remain still in order to allow you an adjustment period. Once you’ve had some time, he begins moving his hips, rolling them at a steady pace.

“Knew you’d have a nice little cunt,” He growls, teeth baring. “So wet and tight for me, little lamb.”

You bite your numbing lip in an attempt to prevent any of the desperate moans or cries that want to escape. He’s doing something similar, jaw clenched tightly.

Only the wet squelch and sharp snapping of skin colliding can be heard between the two of you, minus the occasional grunt or sharp inhale from either of you, which is quickly shut down almost as soon as it slips out.

Soon, you feel your climax begin to appear on the horizon, walls clenching and pulsing around his cock. He takes notice, quickly speeding his rhythm up, exhaling loudly through his flared nostrils.

He’s getting close, too, balls pulling up as his body prepares itself for orgasm. The energy between you two, as well as your physical movements, quickly turn desperate.

“Don’t release inside me.”

“I’m flattered that you think I’d even want to.” He says, smugly.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “I see that even the throws of passion and ecstasy is still not enough to tamper your unbearable attitude.”

“There is nothing that can stop me from taking the opportunity to get a rise out of you, milady.” He smirks before his brows knit in the center of his forehead. “If you’re gonna cum, I suggest you do it s-soon.”

Your eyes flutter shut, hips attempting to lift up off the mattress, wanting him to hit that certain spot inside you. As soon as you find the right angle, a choked sob leaves your lips as you’re quickly brought and tossed over the edge.

Kylo groans softly, thrusting rapidly before pulling out at the last minute, spilling his seed all over your abdomen.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your climaxes, basking in the peaceful bliss that washes over your body, basking in the luxury of his utter and complete silence. It was a welcome change, a much-needed reprieve from the past few weeks of dealing with him.

He eventually flops down onto the mattress beside you, grabbing and re-securing his loincloth around his hips. You’re already a bit sore from being stretched for the first time in two years.

“May I just sleep here tonight, Sir Kylo? Unless you’d like to carry me back over to my bedroom.”

The side-eye he gives you is incredibly humorous, but you contain your laughter, not wanting to add oil to the flame.

“I won’t be a bother. I will stay on this side of the cot; you’ll barely even know I’m here.”

“Are you truly incapable of walking yourself back to your bedroom after one session of fucking? Was I really that amazing that I’ve left you unable to move about the house?” He laughs.

"And suddenly, the pain of walking over to my room seems less painful than staying here and listening to your vexing squabble.”

Kylo huffs. “If you stay here for the night, you may not breach the center of the mattress. I will kick you out if you even come close to bumping into me or making any sort of physical contact.”

Mocking his words from earlier, you smirk. “I’m flattered that you think I’d even want to touch you.”

“Very funny.” He says, flatly, rolling over to face away from you. “Just stay on your fucking side of the bed.”

You roll your eyes, sitting up to braid your hair for bed before fluffing the goose-feather pillow beneath your head, settling down for the night. Soon, Sir Kylo’s obnoxious snores bounce off the walls and you put your pillow over your head, hoping to muffle the noise.

God, even his snores are arrogant.

The next morning, when your eyes flutter open at the first sign of light through the window, you find the sheets next to you vacant.

You sit up, eyebrows furrowed as you look around the room, ears open to listen for any noise anywhere in the house. You don’t hear anything.

Then, you see a piece of rolled up parchment on his pillow along with a small satchel. When you open the pouch, you’re shocked to see a pile of shiny coins. You unrolled the note, reading the sloppy script.

For the medical supplies and for your trouble. Here’s hoping our paths never cross again.

-Kylo

As you read the very brief and to-the-point note, you can practically hear his snide voice in your head reciting it. The cold, cocky tone of his words shone through the parchment and ink, incredibly so. You huff, tossing the note back onto the pillow before getting up to begin the day.

Well...at least you’ll never have to see him again.

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