#still he's started wandering into the woods all of a sudden and it WORRIES me and I've been trying to train him not to to...

[gu6chan]

this is a cool picture i took last night when a storm was rolling by and i was in the forest looking for my little Cat

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I’m falling out of obsession love with konig..will you do me the favor and respark my love for him i need an obsessed in love man to match 😓

Word count: 1.9 k

Summary: He comes to see you after a mission.

CW: Mild smut, angst, fluff, emotions. +18 only

A/N: This is part of the Just Friends universe, but pov is 2nd person (you instead of she/her). I'm not sure if this is what you asked for anon...but it's what you're going to get 🥹 

Rain drums your window. You've left it open a crack, and should get up and close it, but you don't have the strength. You can't sleep, you can't get up: it's the wolf's hour and the mood is heavy like the rain clouds that have circled the base for hours now.

It's the first time you hear him breaking in. Well, technically speaking, he's not breaking in anymore, now that he has a key. But it always feels like he comes to see you when you least expect it.

The five-day mission has turned into a four-day and half a night mission, then.

You feign sleep and listen how he takes off his boots. He's illegally quiet without them for such a big man. His shirt meets the floor, then he opens his belt – you know he's about to come and ravish you, and for the first time since forever you are not up for it.

The bed lets out a terrible creak of a wail as he crawls next to you. You fear it's only a question of time before the old metal and wood give in under you two. It's basically a miracle the sturdy bunk hasn't yet broken into pieces from your love.

His length touches you first as he settles behind you. It's hot and hard, lean and sleek, like the rest of the man that soon surrounds you like a copper cable with a pulse. His hand is warm as it slips under the covers and under your shirt. Or actually, his shirt.

"I'm home," he half whispers the obvious. Calls your room his home… Or perhaps it's just you. You're his home now.

The hand drifts to your hip, and it's possessive: he always starts there. You win nothing by pretending to be the sleeping beauty, so your hand comes to rest on top of his.

"Did you have fun..?"

It's a bit of a sick question. But it is what it is. And what's more, he doesn't even answer it.

"I need a fresh pair, Engel," he says with an odd honey to his voice.  "The last one is completely ruined."

You know he's talking about another pair of panties, a comfort object and a lucky charm he takes with him now that he's back in the field again.

The rain taps the window, and the darkness of the room is only pierced by distant hues of blue. The base is never dark, never fully asleep. His hand drags the shirt up, then stops on your ribs.

"You have my shirt on."

It's not a scolding, not at all. It's only a happy, shocked surprise.

"You… You left it here," you turn a little to look at him. You can see his lashes from the darkness of the hood as they drop: he's looking at you with tenderness, although the demanding flesh against the small of your back is far from tender. 

"Mm. You have my shirt and I got your panties... A good deal, eh?"

His hand wanders further under the shirt, cups a handful of your breast. You can feel the cords of muscle bunching against you: abs that contract, thighs that press and lift yours, his cock that gives a taut pull between you two.

Your nipple is caught between hard fingertips, as he twists it like a volume control. Your abs crunch too, out of the sudden sensation that bleeds.

"Hey…"

"I can't concentrate on missions because of you," his voice drops another note or two. And now you are being scolded. But so, so tenderly still…

"Mh, König… Not–not tonight," you whisper, wondering if this man can even take a thing such as a simple no. He lets go of your nipple, but not your breast. 

Not you. Never you.

"You have worries?"

You. You're my only worry.

Your mouth closes, draws into a line. You can't tell him.

“No… No.”

"Let me have you, angel. I've waited so long." His breath is growing heavier, the lean pulse against your back, thicker. 

"I'll make you feel good," he tries to bargain when you're not responding. In a way, you want him too, but for the first time during your... acquintance, you would like him to just hold you. Without the need to throw yourselves off a cliff first.

"Not tonight." You move, then turn in his gentle, throbbing hold, and he almost draws his hand away. "Please, König…?"

"Ok," he says, but looks like he doesn't quite know what to do. Just...hug you? Go to sleep while holding you? It's a change in protocol, but he's willing to do it for you. For that knowledge alone, your hand slithers down, finds his length and wraps around it.

"I can help you? If you want?" 

The rain is thin now, as it bats the glass. He lets you go and gradually leans back, falls to the mattress and allows you to give him a good, long stroke.

"My saving angel," is the only thing he says as he falls as slack as he can – a state which can barely be called relaxed – under your palm.

He's a needy man, and deprived since the last time you saw him. Which is why you know it doesn't take long. You barely see him in the electrically illuminated darkness, but you can feel how the choked sighs ripple across his body. You feel everything: the tight trembles, the density of the air around him. You hear the moist click as he swallows, the panting that rises. The occasional groans that sound like he's crying although he's not.

It's the only way he knows how to feel good, and someday, it just might make you cry. Even the sky cries for him, it seems, because a sudden gust of wind sends an entire sheet of rain against your window.

He's exceptionally quiet, probably because you didn't let him inside you this time. But then you remember he's usually this quiet only when he's emotional.

He's missed you...

That's what this is about – the ever demanding furnace of flesh. He wants to drown in you, burn until there's nothing left. It's been days, and he might've found some privacy to fantasize about you while ruining your lace, but it's no substitute for the real thing.

His hand flies on top of yours after you find that perfect angle, the one he likes. A harsh moan coats the night air, and shoots fireworks inside your stomach. He moves your hand up and down his cock like you can't do it right, but the connection, in truth, speaks of intimacy. The touch is affectionate. It says: 'we'…

Us.

Together.

He hisses, as if he's in pain. But he's just close, and you up the pace: his own hand is now only a loose, gentle cage around yours. He's so long, it seems like it takes forever to travel from the tip to the base, and you're trying to be quick and strong on top of it all. Just milk him well so he can sleep. 

So that perhaps you can sleep.

He looks at what you're doing to him, then looks at you, and it's the vulnerability in that stare that makes you understand he feels equal to that rain. You're his only summer sun. 

Then those lashes flutter, and his eyes turn to glass just before he comes. He spills all over himself with a long groan and a soul-ripping jerk, a giant coming undone under your palm and on your poor bunk bed that has seen so much already. The load is so generous you wonder whether he has even had the time to jerk himself off during the mission. If your innocent lace has barely been touched…

The last spurts are sadder, a few gushes that float to coat your hand, and he finally stills into some form of peace. He breathes in the night, relaxed and empty. You feel like you just worked on an emotional volcano, but he gathers himself quickly, raises to a half sit and tears his shirt off and over your head. Using it to clean himself and your hand, he throws it somewhere on the floor and pulls you on top of him.

Your breasts meet the solid chest, your thighs barely have enough time to go about his hips as he closes you in one of those bear hugs. The half-hard tip of him still throbs against your folds, and only then do you notice you're wet.

"I missed you," he sighs through the mask as you're held tight against his slowly settling pulse. He holds you exceptionally firm, squeezes you against him like you're his favorite toy. He tightens the hold around your middle until you are forced to let out a whimper. Only then does he loosen the hug and give out a gentle chuckle.

"Immer so gut… You feel so good. Always."

His confession is such a normal and yet, such a fragile thing to say, that you feel tears burning in your eyes.

"I missed you too," you say while trying to hide your tears from him.

"If you have worries, you can talk to me," he then says and starts to caress your back. The window is open, and the cool night air rolls in but in his embrace, you don't feel cold. You squeeze your legs and arms around him, feeling like a leech who never wants to let go. Finally, he's holding you, just the way you wanted to…

"It's nothing," you say, when in truth this man has you worried day and night. He's like a fridge you stock full day after day, only to find it empty every morning. And the things he gives you, the things he stuffs you full with… It's like having a cat who likes to fall asleep with you, a tame, purring beast who brings you fat rodents. If you don't praise him for them, he starts to hide them around the house until you wake up one morning to a terrible smell.

"You're the first who's ever hugged me," he mutters somewhere next to your ear. The golden fire inside your stomach turns into pity, horror and pain. 

"Are–are you serious…?" You whisper in the darkness of his mask that's spilled all over your pillow. You know he has had women before you, but apparently, they have never attached to him like this. Like tiny little leeches to a bear.

"Didn't your mother hug you when you were little?"

He thinks on his answer for a second or two, maybe three. The fact that he has to think about it should tell you enough.

"No."

Then, "I can't remember…"

Your lip tugs, your lashes bat away the fire that burns. He's breathing calmly under you again, satiated by a simple handjob and a hug. Although it feels like he's the one hugging you while you're being held captive there on top of him… It feels like he doesn't even quite know what a hug is.

"She had her own troubles," he mutters, sounding like he's about to fall asleep. Even on the brink of oblivion, he defends the woman who didn't know how to hug her own child, because he can survive without touch. No matter what, he will survive. 

His breathing starts to even, and your tears begin to fall. You think of moving from on top of him, to give him space and comfort to get some sleep. But it seems it's not an option, the way he holds you like a plush toy he will never let anyone take from him.

"I think I'm going to sleep now," he rasps, somewhere between awake and sleep. The rain has stopped, and you wonder whether it has only moved somewhere else, if it's now raining inside you. His hold of you tightens just before he slips to sleep.

"Don't let go, Engel…"

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 2 ~ Who the Hell are You?

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 1

✧ Word Count : 4.1k

In this chapter ~ After spending her first night in the camp she was brought back to, Rose learns the hard way that these "walkers" are starting to head out of the city and straight for the place they all thought was safe. But what really seemed to stick with her the most, was a new and unfamiliar face, but an all too familiar name.

After the unexpected talk with Rick, I was left to stew over my thoughts for a while, letting the silence consume me. Though it couldn't last as long as I'd like it to, finding myself wandering back toward the campground as expected. I dropped my bag near the RV, my eyes glancing up toward the top of the vehicle when I sensed something there. Dale sat tall in a lawn chair, his stare searching for any kind of threat or danger before he felt the familiar itch of my eyes glancing at him, waving down to me politely. I raised my hand back up to him briefly before drifting toward the fire that was still burning from this morning, sitting myself near it as I felt the heat brush up towards my skin.

A tired sigh passed through my lips as I closed my eyes for only a moment, breathing in the morning air and hopefully not be bothered while doing so. But judging by the amount of people that filled this space, I could only assume someone would pop in eventually, my eyes nearly rolling at the thought. 

My hand reached down to grasp one of my throwing knives that once sat around my hips, picking up a rock from the dirt floor as I began to run the blade across it harshly, sharpening it. My gaze stayed down as I focused solely on the task that sat in my hands, but that didn't stop me from feeling a sudden presence sit down right beside me, nearly touching my shoulder with theirs. So much for not being bothered.

My narrowed eyes glanced over to their frame, faltering for a moment as I realized it was Rick's son, Carl. His bright, blue eyes and freckled face were hard to ignore, his smile the moment he caught my eye was even more sweet.

"Hi," he spoke excitedly, "I didn't mean to bother you...I just wanted to ask if you slept okay your first night here."

His politeness took me a bit by surprise, but nonetheless I responded, "Yeah I slept fine. Why do you ask?" I spoke, my voice softening.

"Well, I overheard Dale say something about you sleeping in the woods, and that didn't really sound comfortable to me." he said as he shook his head, finishing with a small laugh at the thought.

It took everything in me not to smile in amusement, attempting to keep my expression neutral though I nodded to confirm his suspicions. "The old man's right. But I've done it plenty of times...nothing to worry about." I assured.

He smiled with a nod, before the conversation diverted to him opening up about his old life before the world abruptly came to an end. I found I didn't mind listening to him talk, allowing him to tell as many stories as he wished about him and his old friends, briefly touching on how his dad was in a coma before now and quite literally came back to life.

I had somewhat heard the familiar tale just last night when we all sat around the fire, but I found I didn't pay it much mind at the time as I remained too lost in thought. Although Carl retelling the story honestly amazed me, enough for me to slightly perk up a bit in interest. The man just suddenly woke up from a coma and the world looked like this? I would be freaking the hell out. But Rick on the other hand seemed to have adjusted well enough. I will admit, it made me respect him just a little bit more.

As time passed, the kid eventually caught sight of Sophia before excitedly telling me he was going to go play with her for a bit, watching as he ran off toward the opposite side of the trees. I went back to sharpening my knife only seconds after he left, but it was only then I felt a pair of eyes on me, burning into the side of my head. But I didn't even need to glance up and look to know that it was Lori.

The entire time Carl sat beside me, I could sense that she had been watching me closely while I talked to her child, yet it didn't bother me. I was still a complete stranger to everyone here and I understood when it came to the kids, their safety being more important than anything. But even last night I could tell that she didn't trust me one bit, always looking at me like I was going to suddenly whip out a weapon to threaten someone. Realistically I could, but it sounded like a lot of work and not worth my time.

However, my movements came to a halt when I heard a frightened scream come from the other end of camp. It was high-pitched and terrified, sounding as if it came from a kid. Without another thought, I shot up from my spot and ran past the trees toward the source of the noise, getting my knife ready to throw if I needed to. It didn't take long before I saw Carl come into view, seemingly okay and unharmed as he sprinted towards me, practically tackling me in a hug. He clung to my legs breathlessly, but I could barely pay him any mind as my eyes scanned through the woods, trying to find the thing that made him so easily terrified.

When I didn't see anything close by, I leaned down and pulled him off of me by his shoulders, "You okay? What happened?" I asked as calm as I could.

His head bobbed up and down frantically, "I'm okay, Sophia and I saw a walker!" he exclaimed with wide eyes.

My brows furrowed as it took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. I didn't really have a specific name for the dead, but it seemed like walker was a pretty good and accurate one once it clicked in my mind. I then looked back to my right when I saw the briefest of movements, seeing Sophia in Carol's arms as she quietly cried, her mother holding her close once she realized she was safe.

I instantly turned back to Carl, "Just go find your mom, I'll take care of it, okay?"

He nodded and sprinted off not too far behind me to Lori, who had stood back and seemingly watched the whole exchange between me and her son. Once I knew he was safe, I jogged towards the direction he came from, slowing down slightly as I listened for any rustling nearby that could've come from the monster. A branch snapping is what made my gaze snap to the left, seeing a few bushes in my way, blocking whatever was hiding behind them almost perfectly.

I slowly crept up towards the noise until I was able to peer over the greenery, seeing the corpse Carl was just describing, hunched over and feasting on part of a decaying deer. Gripping my knife tight, I quietly inched closer so I could easily take care of it, the sound of rushed footsteps coming up behind me made me suddenly pause as I turned toward the noise. But I sighed when I saw it was only a few others from the group, coming up to see what all the panic was about.

My eyes rolled as I went to step forward again in the second attempt to kill the walker, but yet again, something stopped me. The moment I felt a hand on my wrist, it took everything in me not to slap the shit out of whoever was holding me in place, looking up to lock eyes with Shane. He gave me a pointed look as if he was telling me to stand back, but I quickly scoffed and ripped my arm out of his hold harshly, opening my mouth to speak. Though he didn't even give me the chance, as all of the men seemed to suddenly spring forward at the same time through the bushes, screaming and flailing as they tried to kill the corpse.

My eyes narrowed at how stupid they were making themselves look, attacking the thing everywhere else but the brain. I stood in place away from the mayhem, my arms folded in front of my chest as I found myself wondering how long this would take without me having to step in. Once glance over at Andrea and her sister Amy told me they were just as unimpressed as I was. Though finally, Dale took the shovel he gripped onto and cut its head clean off, leaving the rest of them breathless and heaving.

Yeah. I was the one who needed to stand back.

Dale wiped the sweat that managed to pool on top of his forehead, "That's the farthest they've come up here." he breathed.

Shane nodded and sighed, "Yeah well, clearly they're running out of food in the city."

No one got a chance to breathe another word as more rustling just inches away caught all of our attention. I quickly raised my knife back up towards the sound, seeing a gap in between Rick and Shane's head where I would have a perfect shot if it was another walker. I was prepared to see gray, dead eyes, but instead I was thrown off guard. The eyes I spotted where icy blue and piercing rather than what I expected. It was a man.

He was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, some jeans with many holes embedded in them, and very worn, old boots on his feet. I even noticed the crossbow slung lazily behind his back. Since I saw everyone visibly relax a bit and lower their once raised weapons, I connected the dots in my mind that this had to be the one and only Daryl Dixon. The same Daryl Dixon that these people were worried to break the news to. Merle's brother.

"Son of a bitch that's my deer." he cursed, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

He then walked around the animal and noticed how much damage the corpse caused and quickly began kicking the dead walker, taking out his frustrations and spewing insults at it. God, he seemed like a man child. The conversation with Rick should be interesting.

"Now, calm down son, that's not helping." Dale advised with an extended arm.

Daryl snapped, "What do you know about old man?! Ya can take that stupid hat and go back to On Golden Pond."

My lips surprisingly pressed together in a firm manner to stop the laugh that seemed to bubble in the back of my throat at his little comment. Man child, sure...but he at least had somewhat of a sense of humor.

"I been trackin this deer for miles to bring it back ta camp." he continued to rant, "What do ya think? Ya think we could cut around this chewed part right here?" he asked, pointing where the walker had torn it apart.

Shane shook his head, "I wouldn't risk it."

"That's a damn shame." he responded, glancing around at everyone briefly.

Although as his eyes did a scan of his surroundings, he suddenly caught sight of me standing just behind everyone else, his intense gaze studying me for a moment. It almost looked like he did a double take, but I wasn't quite sure, it happened too fast. I had to admit his gaze was very heavy and sharp, not being able to tell if he was trying to figure me out or see into my soul. But either way, I didn't like it. However as stubborn as I was, when he didn't look away, neither did I.

I held his stare, scanning his eyes for any kind of emotion that I could tell he was trying to hold in and push deep down. For a split second his eyes flickered with something more, but I couldn't quite tell what it was. All I knew was that it was directed at me, which I couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing.

A dismissive scoffed passed his lips as he was the first to look away, adjusting the strap of his weapon, "Well, I caught a few squirrels, bout a dozen or so. That'll have to do." 

I could tell he was slightly intrigued to know who I was, curious almost, but I on the other hand was over the whole introduction thing. I didn't make an effort to tell him my name, especially if I was going to be gone by the time the sun went down. It seemed pointless to me.

Everyone's attention diverted back towards the scene suddenly as the walker's head started chomping its teeth, still very much alive. I could feel Amy squirm from behind all of us at the sight, muttering, "Oh God." before hurriedly walking away with her sister whilst shielding her eyes.

"Come on people, what the hell." Daryl muttered as he started to grab his crossbow from behind his back.

Though I figured I would save him the trouble of getting it ready and loaded, stepping forward slightly to throw my knife directly into its head. That's when everyone turned back to look in my direction once the walker was silenced. Regret began to fill me as I noticed the sudden attention, and the one person I didn't want staring, now had his gaze fixed upon me again. I wanted to just walk away without saying a word, but unfortunately, I needed my stupid knife back, hesitantly stepping around Shane and Dale to retrieve it.

As I pulled it out, I suddenly found a boost of confidence as I couldn't help but state the obvious, "It's the brain that kills them...I thought we all knew that here." I trailed off as I looked around at all the men.

I then turned on my heel to make my way back, feeling their eyes burning into the back of my head as they deliberately followed my lead. Their pace resembled some kind of hesitance or reluctance which I couldn't seem to understand. But then once Daryl spoke up, it was suddenly all too clear.

"Merle! Merle, get your ugly ass out here, I got us some squirrel!"

I knew this conversation wasn't going to be pretty, but I honestly couldn't help but want to see how it would play out. So, I plopped myself down in front of the fire where I had originally sat that morning, watching the scene in front of me. Like a free movie or some trashy reality T.V. Daryl seemed like the type of man to have a pretty short fuse, judging by the little temper tantrum he threw earlier about his deer. I just knew the news about his brother, he wouldn't take it very lightly. Asshole or not, he was still his family.

Shane eventually caught up with the man's long strides and yelled to get his attention, "Daryl wait, hold up a minute, we-...we need to talk...it's about Merle."

There was an awful silence that followed right after his statement, Daryl looking around to everyone as he realized his brother wasn't there, nor had responded to him. I could see the man trying to hold back his emotions once again as he turned to ask the dreaded question.

"He dead?" he eventually blurted out, ducking his head down.

Shane sighed as he clearly didn't know quite how to put it, "We're not sure." he settled on saying.

"He either is or he ain't!" Daryl snapped.

"There's...no easy way to say this so I'll just say it." Rick chimed in, walking up closer to the angry man with caution.

Oh God here we go. "Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked.

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes." Daryl mocked, "There something you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all...so, I handcuffed him on a piece of metal on a roof, he's still there."

At this point everyone nearby completely stopped what they were doing to watch this interaction, and I couldn't say I blamed them. I for one grew very intrigued to see how he would react. Although I had a pretty good idea, I still couldn't really tell which way the wind was blowing. He would either just scream at him, or he would get violent...or both.

"Hold on." Daryl said after a moment, "Let me process this...ya handcuffed my brother to a roof? And you left him there?!"

"Yeah..." Rick simply responded with a nod of his head.

...It was both. Daryl stood there for a moment, huffing air out of his nose before taking the string of squirrels he still had in his hands and chucked them towards Rick. The man dodged them quickly as they went completely over his head, stepping back as Daryl continued to approach him with smoke coming out of his ears. Though Shane hardly let him get the chance to touch him, shoving Daryl down to the ground to lay him flat on his ass.

"Ooh." I cringed at the impact.

But the man recovered quickly as he reached down, grabbing his knife from his hip and pulling it out harshly as he stumbled back up to his feet. "Watch the knife!" T-Dog quickly spoke.

His warning alone caused me to stand up from where I was sitting. I barely knew these people, but the last thing I wanted for any of them was to get hurt by the grieving and angered man.

He continued to clumsily stomp around in a blinded rage, before swinging his sharp blade towards Rick which he quickly avoided, but I had seen enough. As he tried to take another jab, I stepped up on a rock that was conveniently placed behind his figure, quickly jumping on his back. I kept my legs firmly on either side of him while I took my arms and looped them around his neck, putting him in a headlock as I tightened my hold. When he was distracted from the impact, Rick took the opportunity to knock the knife out of his hand as he fell down to his knees from my weight being on top of him so suddenly.

"The hell?" he muttered to himself as he struggled in my grasp, "You best let me go!" 

I only tightened my hold on him and heard him gasp a little, "Nah, I think it's best if I don't." I spoke lowly.

The man was clearly thrown a bit because for a moment, he stopped struggling. I didn't know if it was because he heard my voice right next to his ear, or if he just needed a second to process everything that was happening around him. But either way, he faltered momentarily.

"Chokeholds illegal." he replied.

"Well, file a complaint to someone who gives a shit." I replied quickly.

Rick then slowly inched forward and got down to his level, "I would like to have a calm discussion about this, do you think we can manage that?"

Daryl was silent for a moment, Rick having to repeat himself one more time as I squeezed harder, getting him to finally agree with a frantic nod of his head.

Rick looked back up at me, giving me the okay to let him go and I did as quickly as I could, wanting his sweaty body away from me. As I shoved him further from my grasp, I stood back to my full height to see everyone had their eyes on me with their mouths hung open a little in astonishment. I just shrugged as it was no big deal, because truly it wasn't. Contrary to popular belief, Daryl wasn't as tough as he looked, at least not in his vulnerable state, and it wasn't my first time doing this. I had a lot of practice with this sort of thing, taking down grown men was almost like therapy to me.

As Daryl got up and caught his heavy breaths, his head slowly turned back to look at me, before getting to his feet to storm over in my direction. I watched this happen out of the corner of my eye before turning back to him when his face was closer to mine, our noses nearly touching. I wasn't expecting him to hit me, he didn't seem like the type, I could tell by his eyes. I was expecting him to yell at me, threaten me that if I ever did that again I would be six feet underground by now. I mentally prepared myself as I studied his harsh blue eyes that seemed to spark with a hint of curiosity.

"How the hell did ya get me down on the ground like that?" 

My eyes widened slightly as I was completely thrown off by his tone. Not even twenty seconds ago he was screaming and fighting because of the news he had just received, but now he was talking to me with a much calmer approach. He looked shocked, mildly impressed, yet pissed off all at the same time. But still, he didn't yell. He didn't even attempt to raise his voice. It took everything in me not to shove him out of my face with how close he became, but I managed to keep my cool.

I just simply shrugged, "Practice."

He stared at me for just a moment longer before scoffing at my answer, finally turning back to Rick to hear what he had to say.

I tuned most of the conversation out because I've already heard this discussion about a hundred different times. Hell, they practically rehearsed what they were going to say to him like lines from a middle school play. I mainly just focused on Daryl's reaction to the information in case he wanted to get another swing in, but he didn't. In fact he grew a little emotional instead, wiping some tears from his eyes quickly in hopes that no one would notice. I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. His brother was a prick, but I could tell he cared a lot about him, and the thought of him being dead was probably an image he didn't want to visualize.

Though after the news had been broken to him, Rick promised he would go back to Atlanta with Daryl in order to get Merle back. It clearly wasn't in officer friendly's nature to leave a man behind, and boy did Shane have some things to say about that. But Daryl on the other hand didn't even look grateful for the help, pathetically storming off in the other direction instead.

Soon the rest dispersed and went back to whatever tasks they were doing before. I headed toward the RV where my bag lied, digging out my notebook to have something to keep myself busy for a while without having to talk to anyone else. However, I couldn't help but noticed the presence that suddenly hovered over my crouched position. I glanced over my shoulder to see it was Rick, my eyes staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. But he sure took his sweet ass time finding the words to say to me.

He finally cleared his throat, "I just, uh...wanted to thank you for doing what you did back there...with Daryl."

I stood up to face him as I simply shrugged my shoulders, "It was no big deal." I brushed off before walking away from him, wanting to get away for a while.

"No, it was a big deal," his voice suddenly stopped me once more, "I mean you pretty much saved my ass out there. How do you know how to do that?"

I turned back around to look at him, "I took a lot of self defense classes before...you know all this," I said gesturing around me, "Plus I had some practice with my job too...it really was no big deal, I just...didn't want anyone to get hurt."

That's when a shit eating grin broke out on his face, and I knew I had somehow fucked up with what I said. "So, you do care?" he asked with a hint of a smugness, as if proving his point from earlier this morning.

I blinked, "No." I spoke dryly,

He chuckled at my tone, "Well, either way, thank you." he said again, genuine appreciation coming from him.

"No problem." I replied with a nod before I hastily walked off into the woods.

I knew Rick wouldn't follow me or try to talk to me more after the conversation we had this morning. I think he understands why I want to be off on my own and is hoping that if he leaves me alone, I'll come around and think more about the idea of joining their group. But I can definitely say that Daryl Dixon would not be a plus to me staying.

~ Thanks for reading!

[cho-aaacho]

(Flufftober 2023) Learning a Craft

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Flufftober 2023 Masterlist I Prompts List

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Learning a Craft, Dreamcatcher, Umbrella Luis, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober Day 13)

Languishing in the doldrums of his creativity, Luis sank warily into his mind. With trembling hands, he snatched the paper from his desk. His eyes wandered into the luminous gleam of his computer screen, trying to find an exact reason for him to jolt his motivation.

Desperately, he's trying to observe other crafting bloggers, revisiting them to read their content. But he found nothing to match his desire to make a cute dreamcatcher.

An aura of defeat hung heavily on his mind. He sank into his chair, trying to hush the boredom. Lost in the reverie, his eyes grazed at you, and he cherished an endeared view where you, magically, were having a small chit-chat with a fellow researcher in the Umbrella Laboratory. The spectral glow from the laboratory lights cascaded upon your presence, weaving a tranquil evening.

You and Luis were a team in the upcoming project ordained by Dr. Wesker, and as the days progressed, fate threw you into Luis' life, and you two are getting closer to each other.

He found strong happiness whenever he shared his days with you. Some are just random stories, but sometimes he shares his private life, his favorite music, coffee, and more about Leon. From that day on, a connection between you and him was tied up strongly by red strings from his pinkie finger to yours.

However, for some reason, your happy life is starting to turn upside down, falling into a shadow of despair. An amalgamation of nightmares and pain is born in your life due to a deadline from Dr. Wesker.

A dreamcatcher. 

At first, Luis is making fun of this, saying that you would be fine by Dr. Wesker's deadline. But he was seized by pain after he recognized you getting unmotivated at work.

A silly idea slipped into his cubicle mind. Remembering that he had this item when he was a little innocent kid.

And he thinks of making one.

It was like a random idea that slipped his mind. Perhaps it would help you spark your spirit. After all, you were Luis' partner in this project. He couldn't bear to let you be sad about Dr. Wesker's exacting methods.

Luis once again found himself in a cubicle full of butterflies. His eyes are relentlessly between the computer screen and an unfinished dreamcatcher. A metal wooden hoop, a roll of ebony ribbon, dainty feathers, glue, and chestnut gemstones—all of this was based on Leon's recommendations.

Luis' desk is so messy and chaotic with this stuff; he's sure that Dr. Wesker's fury will lead Luis into trouble. Dr. Wesker might even unleash a torrent of sulfur dioxide on Luis' face.

In that suspended moment, your time stretches into infinity as you see Luis drowning in his very mind. You saw him snatching a piece of wood and getting angry all of a sudden.

With a graceful move, you come close to him and ask. "Dr. Serra?"

Your voice emanates from the room, creating an electrifying tension between you and Luis.

He widened his eyes after realizing that you were near him.

"Eh, Dr.—good evening." He jolted from the sensation. A panic filled him from head to toe. A cold sweat dripped down his nape.

"Are you okay, Dr. Serra?"

Panic. He nervously scratches his neck and has a weird eagerness to run from the scene.

"I'm trying to make a dreamcatcher." He mused, gazing at the table. "I think it would help you, Dr.—since you mentioned nightmares, I wanted to offer you a little help."

"Oh!" A lukewarm smile curls your lips. With a gentle sigh, you touch an unfinished dreamcatcher. From your perspective, the dreamcatcher wasn't as bad as it might have seemed; the form was still recognizable.

"Dr. Serra. Thank you for your concern. I think I made you feel bad about my recent condition. But don't worry about me; I'm okay for now."

"Um, Dr.—"

A joyous atmosphere surrounds you as you reach Luis' shoulder and whisper calmly.

"I purchased a new oven last week. So... maybe I could invite you to my apartment to eat cake with me? If you're free, I'd gladly take that dreamcatcher. And who knows, I might finally have a peaceful sleep, dreaming of you." 

[littleprincessbug3]

I keep thinking about wanting to be a big girl and packing a stuffie to go explore the woods on my own while Daddy’s at work. Everything’s so pretty and beautiful in nature but then I realize I’m lost and scared. Panicked I trip over a rock scuffing my knee as I fall. I start crying and all the sudden my skirt is soaked. Daddy forgot to put me in nappies! Ok well maybe I was being fussy and told him I’m a big girl butt now I’m all wet 😫.

All the sudden I hear your voice say, “hey! Hey! Are you ok?” I sniffle a bit as you reach out your hand and say “here” with a smile so beaming I can’t help but smile a little back. Shouting after your daddy you take my hand as we skip back. He looks at you confused but then laughs saying how you always make friends wether it’s with animals or people wherever you go. Then turns to me concerned “are you lost?” I just nod my head a little ashamed I thought I could be so big. He sighs asking gently “and you made a mess?” I hang my head even lower and am about to start crying again before you pipe up “Here you can have some of mine!” Your daddy smiles at you not surprised with how sweet you are for sharing your own clothes. He turns to me and says “ok let’s get you cleaned up.” Wiping mean clean and putting a fresh diaper on me. I start to feel better. You help me with the snaps on the jumper then you turn toward your Daddy and ask, “ok! Now can we go play?” He chuckles and nods, “just not too far away.”

We laugh giddily running. We skip rocks, look for frogs, throw leaves in the air. When we get higher up we pretend we are the birds in the sky as we feel the wind under are wings. Lifting are arms we soar with a “woosh” sound. As it starts to get late your daddy says “ok it’s time to go!” Still laughing I recite where my Daddy and I live with a smile from a fun day. As we get closer I start to realize how late it’s gotten. Daddy probably got home from work awhile ago. I start panicking you grab my hand and say “hay it’s ok!” We pull up to the house and I see my Daddy on the phone on the front porch looking worried. All the sudden I start to rush up to him sobbing blubbering “Daddyyy”. Daddy looks so relived he grabs me into his arms holding me tightly. Daddy looks so relieved he pulls me back looks at my face asking question after question “baby girl where were you? Are you ok?” Daddy wipes the tears from my cheeks and looks at me concerned and relieved.

Daddy listens to me as I blubber on about “woods and I thought I was a big girl and-” Daddy starts to give me a stern look like he does when I’ve been naughty and am about to get a spanking. But instead Daddy’s face lightens back to relief as he pulls me closer just happy I’m safe and in his arms. Your daddy steps out of the car with you holding his hand as he walks up to explain our adventures. Daddy invites everyone inside for cookies and refreshments. I can hear my Daddy thanking yours profusely for taking care of me and how I never wander off like that and he was so scared. All while I show you all my toys excitedly! Soon we’re getting sleepy watching cartoons and your daddy comes in to scoop you up. My Daddy walks up to you and says “your daddy told me all about how brave and kind you were! Thank you so much for taking care of and helping my little girl!”

My eyes barely open I see your daddy carrying you to the door and go “aww does she have to go?” My Daddy gives me a kiss on the forehead and says “yes baby all daddy’s have to tuck their baby girl in at night. But we still have to give back the clothes she so nicely lent you since you made a mess in yours.” Daddy looks down at me with a smile and says “her daddy was saying how much fun you two and setting up a play date-” I start to beam with a smile before Daddy interjects with, “-if you are a good girl!” I nod my head profusely excited I have a new friend! 🥰

Omg, this is such a cute story!! I love it ☺️ Thank you for sharing this, my Daddy and I enjoyed reading it and think it's very sweet 💕

[deputygonebye]

@xgoldxnhour asked: “are you out of your senses? i thought you hated the man.”

Pride and Prejudice (2005) Prompts.

Arguments were otiose, served little purpose and offered likewise useless effect. Bitter on the tongue; scorched the fire inside of Shane effortlessly, burned him far greater than the sun that shined on his naked torso, made red the skin there. Sweat pooled around the hemline of his jean, where fabric met hipbone, the back of his neck and nearest his ears. Around his scalp, buzzed short and protected less, frustration over the uncontrollable about to burst at the seam. Starved still though he just ate, the mere slices of peaches and canned beans did little to settle his nerves, that afternoon choice of lunch. Bottled water warmed to the temperature of the Georgia heat - his drink provided little comfort, stood proud on the ground next to Shane's work, piles of chopped logs and rusted axe.

Muscles tired and sore, a chore started since the rise of the sun and not stopped, Shane had worked like a dog. Obeyed his master, did as was told and begged for no scrap, wood for his family and Hershel's. Lumber split down the middle by blade edge, the swing of Shane's arms, a crazed gleam within his brown stare. Chest raised and fallen to the pace of his task; as if body remained where soul, where mind, wasn't. Wandered the halls of an abandoned school, peered into the dismal look of those undead. Listened to the scream of someone who didn't return, the picture of his family ever clear despite. Eloise and Roan; true love found, true love made, the keepers to Shane's heart. So beautiful, he survived for them. Came back for their sakes and Carl's. Wounded and pained, a child who was like a second son, reminded Shane of the sweet little boy he and Eloise lost. Bailey; a little body buried in little box, wood carved, beneath a makeshift stone, what the Walkers generously allowed them time for, grief all too short and the ambush all too quick.

Halves crashed to the dirt in careless thud, after another successful chop of the axe to the stand, Shane chose a new log to cut. Another round, two more pieces added to the pile, the mountain that rested on the grass beside. Almost up to his waist in height, the palms to his hand rubbed to the bone, on the cusp to bleed and break open. Void of the emotions that would've once plagued his heart, Eloise's concerns spoke to deaf ears, the echo of her voice just that. Distant - heard but unanswered - the worry of a wife to her husband, faithful and true. Worked himself beyond sane reason, for Hershel was the gritted out response. Old man of white hair, it made little sense. Their relationship tense and prone to bicker; unshared sins made up for, the truth that Shane had told to none. There had been no other option. Couldn't have been - he had fought with the reanimated and won, the fingers to his curls that yanked for the sake of their own survival, the legs that kicked and fists that scratched skin. All done for the betterment of others, Carl was alive and safe. Just as was always promised, as Shane swore and gave his life to, himself reunited with his Eloise and Roan, embraced them and kissed them until sleep overcame them each.

Fresh scar on his head sharpened by sudden pain, the ghost of a hand to his hair, a growl was born from Shane's dry throat. Eyes shut, blocked out both the sun and Eloise, the cold sound of another chunk of timber sectioned into two.

"Eloise, don't. Just don't." Shane grumbled, the corners of his mouth twisted into an unfamiliar frown, as if someone else dared to take his shape.

Back of the hand raised to wipe sweat from his brow, handling of the elderly axe resumed thereafter, Shane demanded, attention unfocused on Eloise, as if she weren't there. "Look, just... don't you mind this. What's goin' on between me and Hershel, that's between me and Hershel. It ain't your place. You should be with our son, anyhow. You just let me finish here. Let me finish, and I'll... I'll be with you when I'm done. Go on."

[needleclanclangen]

MOON 7 - STORY

"Hey."

Whiskershadow glanced down at his apprentice, who was staring up at him with green and blue eyes. Their trek to the edge of the territory was taking a bit- the part that bordered the ThunderBorder was a long while away compared to the borders with the other clans.

Riverpaw tilted her head. "...The others mention being a loner before becoming a clan. What's with that?"

Whiskershadow hummed thoughtfully. "Well, it's true. We all used to be wandering loners, fighting for ourselves- or, in the case of Finch and Lichen, just the two of them. Hunting alone, fighting others if they tried to get our catches, maybe chatting occasionally-"

"Well, yeah." Riverpaw interrupted, her tail swishing in the air. "I mean, why make a clan? I know I was there, but I was very small then."

Whiskershadow twitched his whiskers, smiling still. "Finchstar would know all the details."

"You were there. So...?"

Whiskershadow chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine."

He kept his eyes forward as he hopped up some steeper land, and Riverpaw followed. It evened out closer to the ThunderBorder.

(He didn't care that nobody else seemed to call it that.)

"Well, Finchstar was the first to find that cat. Hazelstreak, I believe." His pawsteps grew a bit slower, and he stopped to let himself breathe. HIs lungs were getting to him. Riverpaw walked closer, waiting. Whiskershadow nodded. "Finchstar was living alone with Lichentooth then, so the sudden new presence worried her. But Hazelstreak used to live in where our camp was- in fact, she lived with other cats there, too."

Riverpaw was silent. Whiskershadow recovered most of his breath and continued walking.

"She was told to gather cats who wanted to live together. I was approached by our old deputy, Petuniaclaw-" A hitch of breath. He shook his head. "And I was intrigued by the idea of not having to fight each other for food. I had just earlier that week fought Finchstar, actually."

"Oh, really?" Riverpaw spoke up, finally. "I'm surprised she made you deputy, then."

"It wasn't personal. We just needed to live." Whiskershadow meowed. "Petuniaclaw was the first to join her- they had lived close to each other, and rarely fought. I was further out in the territory-" His eyes glanced over an old tree, and he paused to look at it.

Riverpaw walked ahead a bit, before noticing and turning back to him.

"... In fact, it was right around here." Whiskershadow glanced around.

Riverpaw twitched her tail. "... We should continue getting to the border. Show me later?"

"Of course." Whiskershadow drew away from the tree, a mark in the wood a sign that he used to live around there. "Some cats did not want to live with others. Others wanted to have safety and security, and learning to rely on each other was easy."

"... so why are my and Currentpaw's parents not here?"

Whiskershadow grew to a stop.

"...You've heard about Starclan, I assume?"

"Yeah, apparently dead cats go there." Riverpaw meowed, words hushed, before glancing up to Whiskershadow. "Speckleback mentions them. He also mentioned hearing the voice of the dead cat after she died."

"... Hazelstreak, along with three other cats that helped the other leaders, had mentioned that their clans were around so long ago." Whiskershadow sat down, and Riverpaw sat down with him. "You saw the state of our camp when we started. How Daisyshadow had to dig out the nursery and make its walls. How Speckleback had to work with the leaves that made up his den."

"How old was Hazelstreak?" Riverpaw asked.

"We don't know." Whiskershadow said, honestly. "Because during the official formation of the clans, when Finchstar got her lives, they disappeared in front of our eyes. Into stars."

Riverpaw tilted her head, eyes widening slightly.

"Your parents did not like that. They ran, leaving you both behind."

Riverpaw was silent for a few moments. She glanced down at her paws, eyes narrowing. The song of a bird didn't even distract her away from the ground.

"... I see." Riverpaw inhaled, then got back to her paws. "Come on. We have a border to mark."

Whiskershadow followed after her. "I hope that answered your question on our formation?"

"It does." Riverpaw glanced back, her frown breaking into a smile. "I liked it."

Events referenced: Whiskershadow tells Riverpaw a story as they go out to the further borders.

[ladybellissima]

His girlfriend

Dark Link x Reader

''Dark….help me…''

Desperately she tried to get faster, while her lungs were screaming for air. She didn't know where she was running. Just getting away as far as possible.

"(Y/N) how could you be so stupid..", she thought frustrated, while watching her surroundings closely to avoid any mistakes. She just wanted to go shopping at Hyrule Castle and travelled all the way from the Dark Realm to the busy streets of Hyrule. Dark's birthday was coming and (Y/N) wanted to buy something special. Sadly there weren't any great shops at her place so she waited till Dark was on a mission and left with her horse.

But…

(Y/N) trusted people too much. The result, after she got back to the stables from shopping, her horse was gone. Angered and frightened to wait for Dark, who would be furious to find out that she went on her own, (Y/N) made the next mistake. Trying to walk home and maybe get a horse at the next village. Now she was running like crazy after a horde of bokblins spotted her.

"I have to hide…damn it…"

Still on Hyrule field her eyes caught the sight of the Lost Woods. The possibility for a hideout let her body move automatically to its direction.  The shouting of her pursuers were getting louder and by their loud screams sure they found out about her plan. Without to think she rushed through the woodlands. Her arms and legs got cut of the sharp branches. Ignoring the stinging pain (Y/N) ran and jumped over stones and tree trunks. But suddenly her feet lost the ground. Her body crashed down a hill she sadly didn't notice. The next moment her body felt limp and was giving up of exhaustion, while her vision got blurry.

''(Y/N)…keep going…don't give up..Dark..please..help me.''

xxx

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yeah Link. Thanks to you. It was pure luck that you found her before the monsters. She must have been scared…poor beautiful girl. I never saw her before. Who might she be??."

Link's gaze wandered along (Y/N)'s sleeping face, smiling slightly after hearing that she would be okay. He never saw her around castle town or other villages either. He was curious who she was and where she was from. He know many villagers and wouldn't miss a girl like her. Her sudden movement let him gasp and curious he observed her closely.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly opened and were met with blue widened ones. "Thank the goddesses you are awake ! You were unconscious for 2 days! I am Link and this is princess Zelda.", he spoke in a soft tone. Blinking rapidly with her eyes, while thinking about the man's words made (Y/N) quickly hold her breath. She was screwed. Getting up from her laying position, she noticed that she was in a bed. Her eyes wandered down to her chest where bandages were wrapped around her form.

"I found you at the Lost woods. Gladly i came in time and killed the bokblins before they got you, but you hit your head pretty hard after you fell.", Link explained and tried to calm her shaken form with taking her hand in his. (Y/N) was deeply in thought and watched the worried looking man beside her. "Link. So this is the hero of time Dark is always complaining about. He is the complete opposite. I am definately screwed.. i was unconscious for ..oh no no no…tooo long….", her heart started to race. Frightened she jumped out of the bed and tried to rush out of the room, but was stopped by two strong arms and a worried princess.

"I have to go. He will be furious if he finds out that i am here.", (Y/N) spoke nervously, while trying to get out of the hero's grasp.

"Don't move. Calm down. No one is hurting you. You are safe.", Link spoke seriously, getting slightly angered of her words. She wasn't just in trouble. Someone was threatening her.

"You don't understand. You are in danger. He will explode like a bomb. His temper is short."

Her words didn't make it better.

"What are you talking about? Please calm down and tell me who you are and who is after you? I will protect you. Don't worry, nobody will get you or hurt you..", Link tried to calm her down and took her bridal style to lay her back into bed.

"2 days! I am sure his mission is already completed..", (Y/N) spoke scared, thinking of a way how to get back as fast as possible.

"Well you are damn right.", a dark and dangerous voice cut through their conversation. A disturbing silence quickly followed after. It was over and had to be prepared for the worst. A cold shiver ran down her spine. The atmosphere got uncomfortable, while two red eyes were staring daggers at her fragile form. (Y/N)'s look wandered to him. Her one and only love. Dark. His look alone let her body shake in fear. She could see that he was holding back his anger and analyzing the situation she was in. Not the best moment to be unwanted in someone else arms.

"Dark", Link growled and tightened his grip around (Y/N).

"Yeah it's me and it would be great if you let her down and get your hands away from her body! Damn it.", he grumbled angered, soon about to explode. Dark took a deep breath to calm down and watched his girlfriend with a sharp gaze.

"(Y/N). What in the hell are you doing here at Hyrule Castle?", he growled. Link laid her down into bed and stood against his longtime enemy. "Dark…I will say it just once. Leave immediately and don't you dare lay a finger on her.", Link spoke in a demanding tone. Zelda got to (Y/N)'s side and took her hand for comfort, who wanted to explain, but the two man were already in their own world. Slowly Dark stepped closer to Link's face. "Oh little hero, let me tell you that my fingers were already all over her body! She is my girlfriend after all.", he spoke amused of the surprised hero's look.

"Dark!", (Y/N) shouted embarrassed, but was ignored by the two men.

"What?! You…you are his girlfriend? I don't believe you!", Link spoke shocked, while Dark got some space between them, focusing to get them out of here.

"(Y/N) come to my side. Now.", he spoke and she could hear that he was more than pissed, but still she knew that he was just worried. Even more after he relaxed by meeting her loving gaze. Relieved that Dark won't make a scene she tried to get up, but was pushed back by Zelda. "No (Y/N). You are still hurt."

After hearing this Dark's eyes widened. Pushing Link out of the way, he rushed to her side, removing the blanket from her body. The moment his look landed on her bandaged form, she knew right away that he was going to lose his temper completely.

"Hurt!? You are hurt! (Y/N)! What the hell happened?! I was just away for 2 days! Damn it. I told you to stay at home!", Dark inhaled deeply.

"Look at those wounds. How? What the hell were you doing?", he called out shocked, while observing the bandages.

"You see..Dark..i was just out to go shopping.", (Y/N) tried to explain, but knew it was useless.

"Shopping?! Alone! Are you crazy!", Dark growled out angered.

"How could you get into such a state!", he added pissed.

"It wouldn't have happened if they didn't steal my horse..i am so sorry…please don't attack them. Link saved me at the Lost woods and brought me here..", biting her lips in frustration, she closed her eyes to calm down.

"Wait…you lost your horse! God (Y/N) it was well trained, top shape and a present of your birthday!", he called out, while shaking his head in disbelief.

"I don't lost my horse. She was stolen from me! I am sorry…", (Y/N) shot back, tears running down her cheeks. Finally Dark stopped and sighed deeply, while watching her frustrated crying. His gaze wandered back to Link who was watching their discussion with a surprised expression.

"You rescued her?", Dark asked dry.

"Yeah..a horde of bokblins were after her. she fell down a hill and fell unconscious.", Link explained and couldn't believe that he had a normal conversation with him. Dark. The demon who was known for his cruel actions for Ganondorf.

Dark's look wandered back to (Y/N), who was crying in Zelda's arms.

"I will handle this. Go.", he ordered as calm as possible. Normally Zelda wouldn't listen to the demon of the dark, but she could feel their connection between them. As impossible as it seemed. He was telling the truth. Slowly she got up and left. (Y/N) avoid Dark's strong gaze. Too embarrassed of being so stupid and feeling sad about losing her horse, a gift from her beloved. Ashamed she looked away. Soon feeling this familiar gesture of his soft touch, brushing her tears away. Their eyes met, his loving gaze, the sad smile which was saying that he was so sorry to shout at her like this. It was all too much for her. The next moment (Y/N) hid her face in his strong chest, sobbing silently. His hand brushed through her hair for comfort and he hugged her tightly.

"I was worried…i came back and you were nowhere to be found. I thought you got captured.", he whispered exhausted.

"I am so sorry…i just wanted to buy you a present for your birthday", she cried and was interrupted by his chuckling. "You idiot…i don't need a present", he said lovingly and captured her chin with two fingers to guide her face closer to his. Her cheeks flamed red after seeing the lust in his eyes.

"I already have you..that's all i ever wanted." he whispered and kissed her lips hungrily. (Y/N)'s body felt like jelly of his touch and desperately she kissed back. "Please do me a favor and never ever do such a stupid thing again….", he spoke calmly, still quite exhausted and took her bridal style into his strong arms. Link and Zelda watched the scene shocked and mouth agape.

"Thanks for healing her. We will leave now.", Dark spoke and walked passed them, but quickly stopped by Link's side. "The way you looked at my woman is one more reason to kill you right here and now, but you helped her. I have to thank you. She means everything for me. Oh and Link.", he smiled evilly. "sorry to say this buddy but this time you lose and i get the princess.", he spoke amused and the next moment vanished in the darkness with (Y/N).

"She…she is his girlfriend?! Wow…that was unexpected..", Link whispered shocked.

"I don't believe it either. And on top of that she is such a beautiful and kind girl."

xxx

On the other side Dark brought (Y/N) back to their chamber, an amused smile on his face. A smile that she knew all too well.

"Dark? Are you angry?", she whispered nervous.

"Oh yes. The green imp touched you.  But i know exactly a way to forget about that…", he whispered seductively.

"Oh.oh.."

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 13: Maldriel

Mal watched over his town from a nearby hilltop. Well, it was more of a craggy mess but he and his friends had called it a hill since they were old enough to explore without their parents accompanying them. While most of them had started families, worked at this time, or had drifted away as a result of his status, he still came up to the hilltop. Leaning on his spear, he looked beyond the village to where goats and sheep wandered the grassy plain with their herders as a breeze rustled through the crag grass.

“That was fun-”

The sudden voice forced a yelp out of him. Spinning around, he dropped into a crouch with his spear, ready to defend himself, but paused as Sen easily hopped back so she was out of his reach. 

Mal cleared his throat and stood up straight again. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you come up.”

Sen pushed the head of his spear away from her. “And here I thought it was because I’d shaved down my head again.”

Her tone was playful, which eased his pounding heart for a moment before remembering exactly where they were. He pulled her down the side of the crags. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be this close!”

“Looking for you. How else was I supposed to find you? Walk down those roads there and ask for you?”

Mal blinked at her before looking around for anyone else in his clan. He might be able to still lie and say she was one of the wilders but it might just make people suspicious. He didn’t even like lying and it would be easier to tell Sen to stay away from him. The very thought of that twisted a part of him painfully though and he knew he wouldn’t be able to manage that. “That’s a terrible joke.”

“Not a joke,” she replied as she hopped down the crags as easily as a plains lion would, her braid swinging with each movement to clack shell and wood beads together. Mal followed her down with not nearly as much grace as he would’ve liked. “I did consider it, although I’m not sure how I could’ve covered this up,” Sen paused to tap the bare sides of head before continuing down, “without attracting unwanted attention.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t attract my clans attention too much as well. Why are you looking for me?”

“I want to show you something.”

“Something?”

They paused at the foot of where the visible path at the foot of the craggy hill he’d been following started. Sen’s fingers twitched with nervous energy, something so out of character for her that it put him even more on edge than her mere presence this close to his town. She’d shown she knew all too well where it existed before today, but this was an entirely different thing. This time she could’ve been seen and something could have happened.

“Sen? What is it?”

“Will you come see? There’s no danger for you if you stay close to me.”

Well now that was worrying, and he told her so. Sen pulled an awkward expression that revealed several conflicting emotions he couldn’t decipher very well. Not that he could figure her out all the time normally anyways. 

Mal had his own conflicting feelings. First and foremost was the churning anxiety that Sen was going to be seen this close to the town, especially when they stood near the edge of a field of oats that anyone could come check up on any moment now. Second was that she wasn’t very willing to tell him what she wanted without dancing around the subject, which is very unlike her. Third was…well he didn't want to dwell on it.

“Don’t,” Mal said as Sen went to speak. “I trust you.”

Sen lit up with a wide grin and a sparkle to her storm cloud grey eyes that set his heart at a heavier thump than before.

Now that they were on more level ground, he could keep up with his fleet-footed companion as she darted across a path that only existed for her. After reaching a point where scrub bushes started becoming more and more prevalent, Sen slowed, Mal could now see an actual path, a track with large paw prints in the dust and the distinctive print of Sen’s leather shoes. Stopping, she studied the prints as Mal compared the prints to his hand. Not plains lions. He looked back in the direction of his town to see the crags were still visible, if only barely. Too close.

“They won’t get close.” Mal looked at Sen and her lips twitched into a half-smile that she might’ve thought would be comforting. “You don’t have anything that would interest them.”

“We have livestock.”

“Have you ever seen a dire wolf?”

“No…” 

Frankly he’d never felt the need to seek them out for any reason. Sen took his arm, above his bracelets, and pulled him gently after her. 

“Then you’ll see why they won’t bother your goats. And nothing wants to eat a sheep either, trying to get around a mouthful of wool is not something a wolf will do if there's easier meals. Only sick or desperate wolves will go near humans.”

Not at all comforting.

A short distance and Sen dropped to her hands and knees, motioning for him to do the same. With shaky limbs and pounding heartbeat he did so, following her as she inched forwards until they were under a bit of brush. The space was a tight fit, even with Sen moving over so he had more room they laid shoulder to shoulder and he had a good view of the small opalescent discs threaded in her braid. 

“Sen-”

She hurriedly shushed him, placing her hand over his lips. Within the space of a shaky breath, he felt her breath on his ear as she wiggled closer. “They’ll be out soon. Remember, quiet.”

Mal nodded mutely and she removed her hand. Secretly he was glad she didn’t move away from him, instead she peeled back a couple of branches so they had a clearer view of the hollow that existed here. He hadn’t noticed this place before so the appearance of the crushed grass, the small pile of bloodied bones, and the dark crevasse in a hill he could’ve sworn was flat ground mere seconds ago was more than a little surprising. There should’ve been more fear going through his veins in this moment but with Sen right beside him, half under his arm more than anything, and her self assured confidence that nothing terrible would happen had a calming effect on him. He still felt her breath on his ear and the shiver of fire it had sent through his veins. Each time he saw Sen made it harder and harder for him to deny to himself where his feelings for her lay. And if he couldn’t deny them to himself, how was he ever going to manage to convince Celzar there was nothing to wonder about?

Movement drew his eye before Sen shifted to alert him to it. They didn’t have to wait long before five shaggy balls of fur tumbled out of the crevasse, followed by a much larger dire wolf wiggling out as well. Mal drew in a hissing breath as the wolf sat down and pointed its noise to the air, sniffing as the puppies pounced amongst each other while yipping and barking in play. He saw now why Sen said that the wolves wouldn’t bother the animals at home. The adult wolf could easily stand at the same height as a steppe horse. A goat wouldn’t be much more than a snack.

“We work with the wolves in the fall,” Sen whispered breathily. “A sort of partnership that ends with us getting what we want and need from the bison, and they get everything else. But…the wolves are disappearing. I wanted to show you this little family, because I want you to be aware of them. So you can make sure no one bothers them.”

“Why me?” He barely dared to speak louder than a breath, out of fear for being so close to the wolf family that he could pick out the fact one of the puppies had red in its fur and another had a white tipped tail and also if he spoke louder or more his feelings would spill out and there would be no way of taking such a thing back if it happened.

“Because you’re the only one around that I trust.”

Her words sounded like a declaration of something precious and he wanted to drown in it. So he didn’t say anything more as they watched the wolf family. Even if she hadn’t said those words, he found the shape of them in the fact she wanted to share this with him. He hoped this season didn’t end for a long time. He would need all of it to convince Sen to stay.

[d-andilion]

I have a (long) prompt for a fic that has been bubbling inside of me for ages, so here you go. Geralt and Fairy!Jaskier that can turn Tinkerbell size, Geralt can tell that Jaskier isn't exactly human but can't place what he is. They go on their normal adventures, killing things, getting coin, the works. When all of a sudden, Jaskier goes missing. (Oh no!) Geralt is very confused and worried cause his boyfriend has just gone missing duh and goes searching for him. Meanwhile, Jaskier has just turned small and is trying to let Geralt know that he's there and accidentally is stuck in one of Roaches bags (he was looking for some Mallow fruit), but (same as Tinkerbell) can only speak in bells so Geralt's now just confused why he's hearing bells everywhere. Finally Jaskier returns to his normal size, and Geralt gets an answer as to what he is. They kiss and blah blah blah romantic stuff and then ride into the sunset.

(Sorry that was so long, and if it didn't make sense)

another unexpectedly long prompt fill, but it's so much fun! i hope you like it 😊

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Geralt has gone fucking mad. 

There’s no other explanation. This isn’t how he expected to go; he’d always hoped for something a little more dignified, but that ill-humored whore called Destiny clearly has other plans. This is it for Geralt of Rivia. Spinning wildly around his campsite while that high-pitched tinkle of bells drives him out of his mind.

It started with the bard, as most goings-on in his life do these days.

Geralt returned from the nearby river with fish for supper to find the campsite empty except for Roach. That in itself wasn’t out of the ordinary. Jaskier was a fussy sort of person, he had plenty of reasons to be away from camp—washing up by the river, taking a piss, chasing a colorful butterfly. Geralt was just glad his careless lover had thought to start the fire before he wandered off.

Not long after he set the skewered fish up to cook, Geralt heard the bells. It was faint, a light, gentle ringing, just loud enough to be heard over the crackling fire. Geralt stilled a moment, waiting to hear the sound again, but nothing came. 

It was about then that it occurred to him—Jaskier should have been back by now. Nothing innocuous could keep him for this long, not out in the forest. Their things were undisturbed, making an intruder or beastly attack unlikely. Geralt closed his eyes and focused on his hearing, listening carefully for any signs of the bard stumbling through the woods. Nothing but the evening chorus of insects.

For one fleeting and gut-wrenching moment, Geralt considered the possibility that Jaskier had left him. Maybe he was sitting upon his log while Geralt fished and the reality of his life struck him all at once—that he’d wasted years upon years risking his neck to sleep in the dirt and bed a taciturn Witcher.

Tempting as that ling of thought was, Geralt dismissed it almost as soon as it crept into his head. Jaskier’s lute was still sitting there with his pack and all the rest of his things. Even if he ever did decide he was tired of Geralt, Jaskier would never leave his lute behind. 

(And Jaskier loved him. He did, he did, he did.)

But there was no sign of him in the woods. No sounds of anything but wildlife for at least a mile, and no familiar beat of the bard’s heart. There were no predators in these woods big enough to kill a grown man, even if Jaskier had wandered away. It was as if he’d disappeared into thin air.

Then Geralt heard it again, the bright sound of bells, much louder this time. The sudden jingle startled him to his feet, sword in hand. Roach whinnied beside him, stamping her hooves uneasily. Geralt squinted at the darkness beyond the trees, searching for movement.

“Hello?” he called out. 

The bells responded, louder, more erratic. 

Geralt spun around, but he saw nothing, not even the rustle of hares on the forest floor. “Who’s there?”

Again, the metallic tinking answered him. No manner of animal or monster Geralt had ever heard of could make a sound like that, one so unmistakably like the sound of bells. If someone were out there in the trees foolish enough to play a prank on an armed Witcher, Geralt would have heard them approach, would have heard their breath and the sound of their heart.

There was nothing out there. No one out there. Just Geralt, Roach, and the sound of bells.

After his third or fourth walk around of the campsite, Geralt began to accept that he was descending into madness. Roach grew more and more incensed as the bells continued, due, Geralt assumes, to his raving state. Maybe Jaskier is there, after all, trying to summon Geralt back to reality. That image is almost worse than that of his own mind slowly turning to mush.

Geralt throws his sword to the ground with a frustrated growl and stands there a moment, fists clenched and breath huffing roughly through his nose. 

The bells keep ringing. But… wait…

Is that… lavender?

Geralt takes a deep breath, scenting the air carefully. There’s woodsmoke, tree sap, wet earth from yesterday’s rain. And under it all, a hint of lavender, growing stronger with each passing moment. Almost as if someone’s spilled a vial of oil or perfume.

Lavender oil is Jaskier’s favorite for baths. It’s expensive, so he conserves it carefully, keeping it wrapped in brown paper and tucked into a special pouch in his bag to protect it from spilling or breaking.

The bag has been sitting beside Jaskier’s lute completely undisturbed. There’s no possible way it could have spilled since Geralt returned to camp, and he surely would have noticed it if it had been open the whole time.

Geralt crouches slowly to the ground and retrieves his sword, eyes never leaving the bag. Whether or not his wits are about him, he must look mad, stalking a fucking bag as if something awful will spring from it at any moment. Even so, he approaches it in a fighting stance, all the while listening to the bells ring.

There’s nothing atop the bag and the buckle is undone. All Geralt has to do is lift the leather flap from the top. He reaches out with the tip of his sword and in one fluid motion, opens the cursed accessory.

The instant the bag is open, it topples over, expelling a strong wave of lavender scent and a bright ball of golden light. Geralt stumbles back so quickly that he trips and falls flat on his ass. The little ball flutters around, ringing with the crystal clear sound of bells.

Before Geralt can get to his feet, the ball swells to a blinking flash of light. When Geralt opens his eyes, the ball and its ringing sound have gone. In its place is Jaskier, dripping wet and reeking of lavender.

“Thank fuck, I thought I’d be trapped in there forever,” Jaskier exclaims. He strips his doublet quickly and frowns down at it. “I’ll never get this clean.”

Geralt can only lie there in the dirt, mouth slightly agape. It had occurred to him before that Jaskier wasn’t entirely human. Something about his scent. Geralt was grateful enough for the possibility of his bard aging along with him that he never pressed the issue. But he’d been theorizing elven linage, maybe a hint of siren. Fairy had never crossed his mind.

“Alright, darling? I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jaskier drops his doublet and reaches a hand out for Geralt, helping him to his feet. 

“You’re a fairy.” It’s all Geralt can think to say.

Jaskier huffs a little. “Pixie, technically, but it’s all the same to you, I suppose.”

“But why were you—” Geralt trails off, pointing to the bag. He can’t bring himself to verbalize the foolishness that just took place.

“I couldn’t find my tuning fork!” Jaskier cries and Geralt has to stop himself from groaning. The bard is always losing that stupid stick of metal. He ought to wear it around his neck. “It’s so much easier to search when you’re small.”

“And the sound,” Geralt grunts. “The bells.”

It could be the light, but Jaskier’s cheeks seem to flush. “That’s how we sound to regular-sized people when we speak. I always thought it was whimsical but it does get annoying after a while.”

Geralt thought that was a myth. Come to think of it, he’s sure he told Jaskier as much at some point over the years. The bard had rolled his eyes, but he hadn’t argued.

“Are you angry?” Jaskier asks when Geralt doesn’t reply. “That I didn’t tell you? I really was planning to, it’s just so hard to bring up the subject and I didn’t know how you would… Geralt?”

He doesn’t mean to start laughing, especially not with Jaskier looking so nervous and unsure, but Geralt can’t help it. The first bark bubbles up in his chest and he simply can’t stop himself, dissolving into giggles he hadn’t known he was capable of.

Jaskier’s brow furrows. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re a pixie,” Geralt manages amidst his laughter. Jaskier’s confusion turns to a pinched look of offense in an instant and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“And that amuses you, does it?”

“I thought I was going mad,” Geralt says, a bit louder than he means to through his giggles. “But you’re a pixie.”

Geralt snakes an arm around Jaskier’s waist and tugs his bard—his pixie of a bard—into his chest, heedless of the lavender oil soaking into his shirt. Jaskier lets himself be moved without fuss, even as he continues to pout. The full-bellied laughter has died down, but Geralt can’t stop the odd chuckle that escapes him.

 “You’re a pixie,” he says again. “A pixie trapped in a saddle bag. Covered in lavender oil.”

Jaskier is silent for a beat, staring off into the middle distance while the reality of it all washes over him. Geralt can see him resist the smile tugging at his lips, but he doesn’t last long. Jaskier laughs too, loud and bright. That sound is prettier than any bell Geralt has ever heard.

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more fic from me

[pleasantanathema]

Sinful Hymns

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Hair pulling, some rough sex, sex on a desk, religious allusions, a dash of authority kink, no spoilers past early season 1

Word Count: 4k

A/N: In celebration of Season 4 of Attack on Titan airing today, here’s a fulfilled request for Commander Handsome 💕 Thank you so much to the anon who requested this, I had so much fun writing this!

           You couldn’t sleep. There was a nagging in your mind, shadowy visions of titans ascending mountains, climbing walls—the same nightmares that plagued you ever since you joined the scouts all those years ago. You found yourself in the showers, all alone scrubbing away your sins and torments. But even a cleansing couldn’t seem to quell your thoughts, so you roamed.

           The meandering halls of the old scout regiment headquarters were cold, musty, unwelcoming even with Levi’s cleaning. Glimmering lamp light under a cracked door caught your attention, the only light you’d seen while on your stroll.

           The Commander was still awake.

           You weren’t sure what compelled you to stop, to bring your knuckles to rap against the wood of the door. You’d once been quite close with Erwin, back when you were both cadets and working your way up the ranks, but he’d become quite elusive since becoming the Commander. You’d always been interested in him, found your gaze lingering on him a little too long when was around. There was some kind of irresistible, seductive pull towards him, like if you got close enough, he might let you explore the man under the armor. You wondered if he felt it, too, or if your lust was one-sided.

          You were just too curious about what would keep him awake at night. Maybe he struggled with the same miseries you did when the nights felt too dark.

          Tentatively, you slid past the open door.

          Blue eyes caught your movement, his handsome face tilting towards you from where it was seated in his palm.

          He whispered your name, smile tugging at his cheeks.

          “Commander Smith,” you acknowledged, “you’re up quite late.”

          “Seems I’m not the only one.” There was an amusement in his voice that you couldn’t quite place.

          He leaned back in his chair as you stayed in your place, a sudden rise of bashfulness making you bite at the inside of your lip. You were sure you were pestering him; you should’ve just wandered back to your room. Your feet were ready to move, heels pressed against the floor to turn and leave at his behest.

          “Is there something I can help you with?”

          “I—no, I just couldn’t sleep. Apologies, I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

          “No, you’re no bother. Rather, you’re quite a pleasant distraction at the moment,” he gestured to his desk, littered with paperwork and books opened to forgotten pages, “come in, shut the door behind you.”

           You did as you were so kindly told, clicking the door into place behind you before moving in closer. His office was warm, bathed in dim candlelight from the lamp on his desk, shadows being cast from the bookshelves that lined the walls. You noticed he was in only a white button-down and trousers, his ODM gear placed neatly on a chest behind where he sat.

          Your hands came to rest on the chair that was placed in front of his desk for his visitors. You remained standing, not quite ready to be so familiar as to just sit and talk with him. There was humor in his eyes as they scanned your figure, undoubtedly surprised to see you dressed so casually as well, simple pants and shirt being all you brought to wear after taking your late-night shower.

          “Tell me, what keeps you awake?”

           There were many answers to his question, but you erred on the side of simplicity.

           “Nightmares. What about you? What’s kept you awake tonight?”

            Erwin sighed, deep and heavy from his chest. You observed how his long fingers gripped at the armrest of his seat, knuckles white.

           “Letters. Demands from the Military Police to hand over the boy who turns into a titan, demands from royalty to execute him. But also my own curiosities. I’ve been reading to see if there are any records of anyone else like him.”

           “I see,” your tongue clicked behind your lips as you recognized the heaviness bound within his broad shoulders, “anything I can help you with?”

           He smiled fully then, white teeth curving against his pretty lips.

          “Like I said, you’re a welcome distraction. How have you been?”

           Again, there were too many ways to answer his question. But you couldn’t bring yourself to bring your burdens to him, not when he was already carrying the weight of the world upon his back.

          “Life isn’t as simple as it used to be,” not that living in this world had ever been easy.

          “No, I’m afraid it isn’t.”

           You caught an etching of the walls on his desk, details of Sina and Maria partially obscured by a leather-bound book, penciled in lines and notes scribbled around the paper’s edges. Something about it drew you in, had you moving to perch on the edge of his desk, one thigh crinkling pages of ink as your fingers deftly plucked at the drawing.

           He watched you with curiosity, eyebrows lifted as he brought a hand to his chin.

          Your nail traced against the charcoal lines, gaze scanning the comprehensive sketch of the rounded walls and the cities held within them.

         “My father used to think there was some kind of power within the walls; believed there was some unseen magic lingering within the stones to keep us safe…” you trailed off, the rest of your thoughts caught within your throat, “...I’m glad he wasn’t alive when the walls were breached, would’ve ruined the mystery for him.”

         “Was he a believer in the Church of the Walls?”

         “No,” you hummed softly, “just someone who thought there was more to the story.”

          Quite like yourself, you wanted to say, but left the words unspoken. You set the yellowing paper back on his desk, arms crossing.

          He rolled his shoulders in a quiet stretch, running a tired hand through his blonde undercut as he looked up at you. You’d always found him overwhelmingly handsome, the kind of man who changed the atmosphere of a room when he walked in. But there was always a warmth to him, like there was always something brewing, churning inside that enticing mind of his.

          “I never could understand how people could worship the walls,” he mused, shifting his weight forward, getting a little closer to where you were perched, “not when there are other, more...beautiful things to praise.”

          Heat crept up the back of your neck, your too-close proximity to him becoming all too apparent. But he kept getting closer.

          His hand found your knee, fingers trailing over the tight threads of your pants.

          The act seemed endearing, harmless, but the simple touch had your desire rearing its sordid head again. You felt emboldened, confidence swelling in your chest.

         “Then what would you worship, Erwin?”

         “I’m a man of too many sins, I doubt there’s any kind of faith that could bring me absolution.”

          Your fingers ached to touch him, your hand reaching toward his face before your mind could stop the movement. His cheek was warm, skin soft under the brush of your thumb.

          “I don’t believe that. There has to be something beautiful for you to admire…” you felt his fingers tighten against your leg, drifting higher up your thigh, pulling you in, bringing you closer.

          “I could start with you.”

          The tension snapped, splitting like a tightly strung cord between you. You heeded the call to be nearer, moving your hand to rest against his shoulder for balance as you took the initiative to settle yourself in his lap. For a moment, you worried that you pushed too far, that you’d invaded his personal space and made him uncomfortable. But those fears were battered quickly when eager hands took hold of your waist, palms spread wide as they trailed up your back.

          “I’ve always admired you from afar,” he was hushed, breath fanning over your neck, “but you’re much easier to worship up close.”

          You kissed him without a second thought. Years of attraction, of adoration, fueled your lips, your hands grasping at his jawline as he met your passion. His mouth slanted against yours ardently, impatient hands slipping under your shirt.

          You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose at the feel of his warm fingers ghosting up your skin, now suddenly very aware you hadn’t bothered to wear anything below your clothes—you thought you’d be returning to your room, not wandering into your Commander’s lap. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste you. You were overcome with too much, all your senses now flooding with Erwin, his scent, his touch, his entire being smothering you with all the attentions you had ever craved from him.

          His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, a groan leaving his chest when you settled lower into his lap, your thighs draped over his own and your core pressed against his hardening cock.

          This wasn’t real—this couldn’t be real, surely you were caught up in one of your dreams again, but his lips against yours felt real, felt hungry, his large hands now cupping and holding the weight of your breasts within his hands. Your fingers carded through his hair, nails delicately raking through the roots to remind yourself that it was him, that this was real.

          “You taste like sin,” he praised, peppering kisses down the column of your throat.

          Any thought you had of replying disappeared when strong fingers pinched at your nipples, causing a heavy moan to fall out of your mouth as your head tilted back, allowing him more access to your neck. He plucked tenderly at your sensitive flesh, a noticeable smirk growing upon his lips as each tug and roll of your breasts had you gasping, whining. He quite liked that, it seemed, to be able to play you so easily.

          You mumbled curses into the air, eyes fluttering closed. You experimentally rolled your hips in his lap, an attempt to get a similar rise from him. He bared his teeth against your throat, canines nipping into your skin before pressing his lips down more forcefully, sucking and lapping at your neck. Heat bloomed from where his mouth met your body, a telling sign that you would have a mark there to remember him by. He was careful, choosing a supple spot below where the collar of your uniform would cover you tomorrow.

           Erwin’s hands released your aching breasts, moving down to grasp at the hem of your shirt.

          “Take this off,” he demanded, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your neck.

           You dropped your hands from his hair, trailing down his broad chest before meeting his hands and pulling your shirt up over your head. It fell to the floor carelessly, the chill of the room making your skin pebble with gooseflesh.

           You took note of how his cheeks were flushed pink, blush faint across his elegant aquiline nose.

           His intimidating, icy eyes flickered up to you, making your own flush spread across your body. You felt like he was looking through you, reading your thoughts, hearing your internal screams for more. Then, his gaze fell back to your heaving breasts, hands greedily taking them again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and making you whimper.

           You could feel his cock pressing against you now, harder and thicker than before, the ridge of it nestled against your throbbing cunt. You rolled yourself against it, delighted sounds leaving both of your mouths at the contact. His tongue swirled around your puckered nipple, teeth just barely daring to drag against your flesh. You buried your fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles tighten and then relax at your touch.

          “Oh-oh fuck, I—,”

          “You’re dripping,” he interrupted, one of his hands unclasping from your breast and drifting down your belly to rub at the damp spot between your legs, “I can feel you against me.”

           You shivered at the wanton touch, thighs clenching against his legs.

          “Did you come here tonight to seduce me?”

           He mumbled the words against your breast, tongue flattening against your nipple with a few long, heavy licks as his eyes flashed up to you, waiting for your response.

           “No, sir, I promise that wasn’t my,” you moaned as a thick finger slid against your clit through your clothes, “that wasn’t my intention.”

           His wet lips left your breast, coy smirk painting his face.

          “Shame, that was my plan the moment you stepped into my office.”

           You always did fall for his tricks; if only you’d known his hand against your thigh earlier wasn’t so harmless after all.

          “And how did this plan of yours end, Commander?”

           It still felt strange to call him by that title after so many years of calling him by his name, but there was something sensual about it, something alluring about his newfound authority.

           His hands were pushing at your hips, fingers crushing into your skin as he lifted you to move back.

          “With you bent over my desk.”

           It didn’t take him long to wrangle you into the position he so desired. His hands were unhurried, purposeful as he pushed you to stand, peeling your pants down your legs before pressing your face into the pile of papers on his desk. You felt so exposed, what with him being able to see your pussy on display from behind you while all you could focus on was his touch and the way the flame at the edge of his desk flickered.

           Erwin’s fingers spread the folds of your cunt, an appreciative hum sounding from his throat. You mewled at the touch, thighs shaking in your anticipation. The button to his pants popped softly, then you finally felt him, felt his hard, thick cock nudging at your entrance.

           Your hands crumpled a few pages as you searched for something to cling to. Your heart was pounding in your ears, suddenly all too aware that the Commander was still fully clothed, while you were laid out across his desk like a naked whore. One of his hands pulled at your hip, the other trailing down the expanse of your back.

           There was a boldness coming to life inside you at the realization that he’d wanted you the moment you appeared within his room.

           “Worth worshipping, Erwin?”

            You ate your words as he shoved himself inside you, stretching you to your limits as your body burned to accommodate his size. You cried out against the mass of papers, eyes blurring as pleasure burst across all of your nerve endings.

            He groaned at the feeling himself, both hands now digging into the meat of your hips.

            “Fuck,” you heard him breath in deep as he slid is cock out of you before slamming in again, “oh absolutely, darling.”

            You hadn’t heard Erwin curse before.

            But you didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, not with him now moving ruthlessly inside you, hips snapping against your ass with every sharp, deep thrust. Little sounds left your lips with every plunge, blissful tingles stemming from where your bodies were conjoined. You loved how you could feel the head of his fat cock dragging along your walls, thick veins throbbing under silken skin.

             You were far past believing this was a dream, now convinced you were actually in the sweet joys of a paradise beyond life.

             A coil of pleasure began to tighten within your lower stomach, hot and mean, like it was ready to tear and erupt with a rush of ecstasy. You moaned his name like a prayer, eyes closed tightly as you focused on the intensity of his cock thrusting inside you.

             You wouldn’t last long, not with the sinful hymns of his grunts and praises resounding behind you. His sounds were faint, but they were there, little rumbling of “so good, so tight,” kissing at your ears.

             God, you could die. You could die and live a happy, full life from this moment alone. You felt so whole with him inside you, felt coated with desire and praise like never before. There were bruises already forming from his grip, you could feel them, skin sore and burning beneath his massive hands.

             “You’re beautiful wrapped around my cock,” he voiced, tone deep and praising, brawny arm sweeping up your spine to fist in your hair. Your head jerked with his action, back arching as he pulled at you. You gasped at the discomfort, a dull ache forming from his too-tight grip. But the pain was overshadowed by the rivers of rapture running over your skin. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, your whole body rebounding like snapping elastic from his brutal behavior.

             The new angle had his cock slamming against that spot inside you that had your body going almost numb from the pleasure, white hot heat spreading over all your limbs, making your toes curl against the floor. You felt like you were fracturing, that thrilling tendril tightening in your belly to its breaking point. You could feel your walls sucking in his cock, your body pleading on its own.

             “Oh fuck, Commander—Erwin,” you were completely lost to the delirium, mind ruined.

            “I know,” he grunted, fingers stiffening in your hair, craning your neck back farther, “I feel you, you’re so—you’re so fucking tight.”

            You crashed down around him, your cunt clenching and pulsing in waves of euphoria, each crest making your lower muscles spasm. Your chin fell, your head only being held by the might of his hand, your brain so foggy with lust and release that you felt as if you had ascended the walls too quickly and fallen back down again. A fresh, euphoric jolt splintered down your body as he sheathed his cock fully into your depths, making your eyes flutter as your mouth opened in a glorious, blissed out state.

           Your body threatened to crumple against the desk, but he held you; the space between his palms and strong fingers was one of the safest places in the world, nothing could touch you if Erwin had you beneath his touch. The fierce tightening of your body sent him over the edge. Hot cum poured inside of you, making you cry out at the captivating feeling of being completely filled by him, the Commander’s seed pooling within your pussy. Your snug walls struggled to flutter around the girth of his cock, prolonging your orgasm and leaving you gasping for breath and basking in every dull thump of his cock inside of you.

           He gently let go of your hair, letting your spent body rest against the desk as he caught his breath. He smoothed his hands over your hips, a tinge of regret in his chest as he noticed the dark prints of his fingers etched into your skin. Erwin wasn’t used to letting go, to letting lust overtake him so mercilessly.

           You stirred after a few moments, straightening your back and finding your balance between your legs. Erwin enveloped you in his arms, hand against your cheek as he trailed his lips up your neck, capturing the side of your mouth with a fervent kiss.

          “Are you alright, darling?” Concern laced his tone, hand smoothing over your belly. You shuttered at the gentle touch, your skin cooling from sweat as you leaned back against his chest, cum sticky and crawling down your thighs.

           You still felt lost, like you were waking from the dark depths of slumber, his hands calling you to him. One palm wrapped around your neck, stroking at the column of your throat like he was helping you to find your breath.

          “Yes, yes I’m…,” you couldn’t think of the words to describe just how you felt. It was like you’d finally been cleansed, every grievous thought expunged from your mind, but also like you’d fallen back into the past, back into your daydreams of wishing Erwin would press you against the barracks wall and smothering his name from your mouth.

         “It is yes sir, to you, don’t forget I’m your superior now,” he teased between nips and kisses, a smile brushing against your skin.

         You turned in his arms, pressing your naked chest against his wrinkled shirt, the cotton soft against your breasts. You stood on your toes to try and match his height, molding your lips to his, stealing his grin and making it your own.

          “I could never forget, not with such a display of power,” you affirmed, seriousness apparent on your tongue. You knew he could take anything he wanted from you, and you were more than willing to lay yourself bare for him whenever he pleased.

          You expected there to be a stillness between you, a moment of reflection after such a callous coupling. But Erwin’s hands were greedy, selfish, cupping and kneading at the soft flesh of your ass, of the side of your breast. You were small in his shadow; a miniscule frame being devoured by a starved predator.

          “I want to see just how well you obey orders. Go to my quarters and wait for me, I’m not finished with you yet.”

           Your head nodded accordingly, your knees ready to kneel to the floor and gather your forgotten garments. But Erwin kept his fingers in your flesh, preventing you from moving from his hold when you tried.

           “Ah, I don’t think you need your clothing, not when you’ll just be shedding it again so soon.”

           There was a playful glint in his eyes, his eyebrows thoughtfully pressed together as he tried to gauge your response.

           “Erwin,” his hands cinched around your body, an acute reminder, “sir, I can’t...walk to your room naked.”

           He patted your backside before he sat back into the chair behind his desk, cock tucked neatly back into his pants. There was still a pretty blush tingeing his cheeks, his lips plump and dark pink from all their time spent sucking at your skin. You almost wanted to cover yourself under his scrutinizing gaze, icy irises roaming your body like a piece of art bought and hung on a wall for his viewing pleasure.

           “It’s late, there shouldn’t be anyone to find you,” he relaxed, arms crossing across his chest, “but, if you happen to be unfortunate, remind them that you are under your Commander’s orders.”

           Erwin took a sick delight in watching your eyes narrow at him, your lips pursing in slight irritation; but he knew you wouldn’t dare disobey him, you’d always been too good of a soldier for that, and now a promising plaything.

           He couldn’t help but survey your body as you walked towards the door, delicious curves and marks from his skin on an alluring display, his cum still flowing down your thighs. You’d be a blessed sight to anyone who got the privilege to see you on your journey to his sleeping quarters, a goddess floating down the corridors.

           You looked over your shoulder at him when you opened the door, catching his diligent gaze and matching it. He always thought you’d be amusing to toy with and you’d proven that with how easily you could match his intensity.

           “You shouldn’t be up so late, Commander Smith, nothing good happens after midnight.”

           He hid the smirk behind his hand as you left his office the same as you entered, only bare-skinned and with a new, more suitable destination.

[kkodzvken]

take the dive - sugawara koushi x milf!reader

tags/warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY! slight dubcon, infidelity, post timeskip (suga teaches reader’s kids). overstimulation and slight dumbification, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public (in an empty classroom)

a/n: this is my piece for @ultimate-astridwriting’s milf fuckers collab, which you can find here!! thank you for hosting this astrid, and thank u to everyone in the server for ur love and support as i worked on this <33. title cred: take the dive by jonghyun

wc: 3.9k

Amidst a faculty full of stuffy old dinosaurs and suits, Sugawara Koushi is a breath of fresh air. He’s a welcome distraction, a pretty face to focus on at dull PTA meetings and assemblies. And you knew that you weren’t the only one making heart eyes at him. Everywhere that he went, heads turned, and moms whispered. At the bus stop, on the sidelines of sports matches, in the waiting rooms outside dance classes.

It was just that, though -- just whispers. Little knowing glances and nudged shoulders, dreamy sighs and brief sinful indulgences. Nothing more than a brief escape from the monotony of your everyday lives. You’d lose yourselves in the fantasy for a few seconds, and then pull your heads down from the clouds and plant your feet on solid ground. You enjoyed your gossip with the other moms, and then you returned home, to your husband and children. To your family.

You love them, of course. Your children are your world, and your husband is a good man. He’s a good man, and that’s what made it so hard. He treats you well, keeps his words soft and never once put his hands on you. 

He may be good, but, God, was he boring. You can’t remember the last time that he’d even kissed you, let alone fucked you. He came home later and later each night, too tired from work to do anything but silently scarf down his dinner and plant himself on the couch in front of the television. He dragged himself into bed hours after you did. He tried to be quiet, he really did, but he woke you up every single night with his stomping and shuffling. When you snuggled closer to him, he pushed you off. My back hurts too bad, he’d say, voice tinged with regret. Remind me to book another appointment with the chiropractor. 

It was always some excuse or another. 

So, really, you couldn’t blame yourself for your wandering eye. You weren’t going to act on it, of course -- you weren’t a cheater -- but the young teacher was something to occupy yourself with. A pretty face to fill your thoughts as you wrangled your horde of screaming kids from swim lessons to dance practice to art classes. A pretty, pretty body to imagine as you fucked yourself with your fingers, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. You couldn’t help but imagine that it was him, lithe body leaning over yours. No complaints of aching backs and sore muscles, none of the complications that came with age. 

You’d leave your husband catatonic on the couch, put the kids to sleep, and then go dream of their hot teacher. You should’ve been more ashamed, but there was a part of you that loved the thrill of it. You flushed whenever you saw Mr. Sugawara the next morning, memories of your illicit thoughts filling your mind, but it also made your body feel electric. 

Of course there was a part of you that longed to throw caution to the wind and jump the young man, but your conscience was much stronger than your weak, lustful thoughts. You were happy with the way things were now. As dull as your husband was, and as insufferable as the children could sometimes be, you were happy. 

This was all you had ever wanted. A house in the suburbs, a husband with a well-paying job, three kids and a dog. You’re living the fucking dream. You’re happy, you tell yourself.

So why the fuck are you so unsatisfied?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

With a deep breath, you stare down the heavy glass doors at the school’s entrance. You want nothing more than to find the idiot architect who designed this building, and strangle him for installing pull doors. Your arms are already sore from carrying the giant tray of brownies from your car to the front of the school, and you worry that if you put the treats down to open the door, you wouldn’t be able to lift them up again. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you have two minutes left to reach the gym where the bake sale is being held. The PTA president is notorious for hating latecomers, and you weren’t in the mood to get your head bit off.

You’re debating doing some gymnastics and using your foot to grab the handle, when you notice footsteps approaching from behind you. You open your mouth to ask for help, but they beat you to it. “Let me get the door,” says their syrupy, melodic voice.

Their familiar voice.

Your body practically freezes as a strong arm reaches over your shoulder. Long fingers – fingers that you’ve fantasized about too many times to count – twist the handle and push it open easily. You don’t know how you didn’t notice him approaching sooner, but now that he’s here, your senses are in overdrive. The sweet scent of his cologne, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his body – it’s all too much, and it makes your knees feel weak.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you say, voice coming out much breathier than you intended. This must be some kind of Pavlovian response from all your fantasizing, because there is no reason for your stomach to be twisting right now. “Thank you.”

He grins sheepishly and steps away, and you hate the way that your body screams at you to lean into him. “It’s no problem. Is that for the bake sale? Here, let me carry it for you.”

You try to protest, but there’s really no point. His long fingers are already pushing yours to the sides, and you swear you’ve been electrified as he pulls the tray out of your hands. It’s a shame, really, that he’s wearing a button-down. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, at least, but you would’ve loved to see his biceps flex as he carried that tray…

What am I doing? You dig your nails into your palm to snap yourself out of your thoughts, but it’s hard to stay lucid when he’s so beautiful. He carries the brownies with ease, using just one arm to support their weight as the other holds the door open for you. It should make you upset, that you’re so weak in comparison to him, but the thought just makes you feel even more breathless. He’s so strong, so young, and so unlike your husband.

“Thank you,” you say again as he steps into the building behind you. You reach for the tray, but he waves you off.

“Nonsense. I’ll walk you to the gym.”

“Oh, really, you don’t have to—”

“I insist. Anything for my favorite mom.”

His…favorite? His words leave you too stupefied to protest any further, and he takes your silence as compliance. Your body automatically follows in his footsteps as he paces down the hallways.

He looks over at you and smiles comfortingly. It lights up his entire face, but does little to ease your turbulent thoughts.

Your mind is still fixated on his words as you step onto the squeaky wood flooring of the gymnasium. Sugawara calmly walks over to the PTA president, who looks like she’s about to rip her hair out. She’s surrounded by a gaggle of other moms, all jabbering away with concern painted across their faces.

“Is something wrong, ladies?” he asks. His voice snaps them all out of their conversation, and their eyes widen as they take him in.

“Yes,” says the PTA president scornfully. “We were supposed to have the brownies here already! The sale starts in ten minutes, and if this keeps up, I won’t have enough time to inventory everything and make it presentable, and –”

“I have the brownies,” you cut in, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

She blanches, and looks from you to the tray in Sugawara’s arms. An oh is all she can muster before grabbing the brownies and rushing off.

“Is everything okay?” one of the other moms asks, her voice laced with fake sweetness. “Oh, and you look so tired, dear. If you couldn’t manage your part, you should’ve just said so!”

“It would’ve been no trouble,” another woman says. “I’d have had no trouble whipping up a tray for you! Everyone always does love my baking.”

You grit your teeth and resist the urge to snap at them. It’s always like this – the other moms seem so in tune with their lives of domestic bliss, playing games of politics and constantly competing to be the best. Try as you might, you just can’t satisfy yourself with a life like theirs.

The material of Sugawara’s shirt brushes against you, and you start. He doesn’t pull away as you flinch, instead gently resting his hand on the small of your back. “Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal her away? Mrs. (L/N), I have your son’s science fair project sitting in my classroom. He keeps forgetting to bring it home. Would you like to go collect it now?”

You nod, relieved at the excuse to escape these women and their sickening artificial sweetness. Sugawara gently guides you with the hand on your back. You can’t help but internally smirk at the thinly-veiled jealousy on the faces of the other mothers.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.  

“This is why you’re my favorite,” Sugawara says, once you’re safely out of earshot. “All these PTA moms are so fake. But you’re not like that, are you?”

You nod, still a bit convinced that this is all a dream. He doesn’t remove his hand from your back as you walk down the hallways, and only pulls away when you reach the door to his classroom. He fishes through his pocket and pulls out a ring of keys, before insert one into the knob and pushing the door open. He gestures for you to enter first, and so you do, blinking at the harsh sudden brightness of the automatic lights.

You awkwardly glance around the room. You’ve been here plenty of times before, but that was all during the daytime, when it was packed full of energetic children. It feels…strange, to be alone in a classroom as an adult. Or, well, alone, except for the stupidly attractive teacher that you’ve been lusting over.

“Where’s the project?” you ask, trying to diffuse some of the tension building in your stomach. “I should head home soon.”

Sugawara leans his back against the door and cocks his head. “You know, I know what you say about me.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb.” His eyes rove across your body, lingering on your chest for far longer than they should. “I’m not deaf, you know. I hear all the things you say about me. You’re just like all the other moms.” He pushes off the door, stalking closer to you. You instinctively take a step back. “Only difference is, you might actually have the guts to do something about it.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, so hard that you think your ribs might bruise. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Sugawara. I-”

You take another step back, and another, and suddenly your back collides with concrete. Your body jolts, and you yelp at the sudden pain.

Sugawara leans closer. One of his hands braces against the board behind your head, and the other one comes up to cradle your face. His long fingers hook under your chin and press, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze. His thumb brushes against your lip, and you can’t deny how the sensation makes your body feel like jelly.

Every rational thought in your mind is screaming at you to run, to leave, to get away from him and go back to your husband, but God, it’s been so long since you’ve felt like this. It’s been so long since someone’s made your heart race and your breaths quicken, since someone’s made you blush like a schoolgirl over a simple touch.

“What was that you said?” he asks, his voice dripping with honey. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You swallow and bite the inside of your cheek. The pain does nothing to clear the fog inside your mind. “I-I don’t, I-”

“You do,” he interrupts, his thumb still toying with your lip. “You’re so fucking obvious. I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

“Mr. Sugawara!” His lewd words make you gasp, but more than anything, you hate the fact that he’s right. Your body has a mind of its own, and it wants nothing more than to wrap your lips around his thumb and pull him closer. It wants to feel his arms wrapped around you, feel his body towering over you.

But you can’t. As much as you want to, you can’t, because you have a husband at home who’s waiting for you. Sure, he isn’t home right now, because he’s putting in extra hours at the office. And sure, he hasn’t touched you or made you feel desired in weeks. Hell, you haven’t had a genuine conversation in weeks. But he’s still your husband! You try and remind yourself of that. You roll the thought around in your head, hoping that it’ll push your thoughts of Sugawara away.

But the young teacher is persistent, and there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes your chest tighten. “Call me Koushi, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess –”

“What, you’re going to pretend that it didn’t make you wetter? Going to pretend that you aren’t clenching your thighs together right now?” He leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes against your ear as he whispers. “Your body doesn’t lie, baby.”

A whine slips past your lips at his words, and then you gasp, mortified with yourself. But the grin that covers his face makes your transgression worth it, because God, he’s handsome. His hand squeezes your chin even tighter, and then trails down to your neck. Your breath catches in your chest. You’re hyperaware of his every movement, of his fingers trailing across your skin, his touch feather-light. It leaves you aching for more.

You instinctively whine again, and he lets out a noise of surprised delight. “Whining like this, and you’re still denying that you want me? What’s got you so embarrassed?”

“I have a husband,” you hiss – or, at least, you try to hiss. It comes out more like a whimper than anything else.

Sugawara looks at you for a beat – and then throws his head back and laughs. It catches you off guard, and you furrow your brow. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

He collects himself, but his eyes are still gleaming when he looks back at you. “Sure, you have a husband. But that doesn’t stop you from thinking about me, does it? Tell me, when’s the last time that your husband took care of you? When’s the last time that he touched you, or fucked you, or made you feel good?”

“Mr. Sugawara, this is inappropriate–”

“Stop lying to yourself.” His voice suddenly drops, his stare forceful and deadly serious. “Say the word, and I’ll go. We can pretend this never happened. But anyone with eyes can tell that you’re unsatisfied.”

“I…I don’t…” Your thoughts feel like a wave, building higher and higher. They bounce around your head, reverberating against your skull, so loud that you can’t even think.

“Why are you settling?”

“Mr. Sugawara, please, I–”

“Why are you settling, when you know you want more?”

The wave crests.

You don’t know who moves first, but somehow, your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his lips are slotted against yours. It’s not soft, or sweet – it’s a mess of teeth and tongues and feverish breaths. His hands are everywhere. They trail over your skin, explore the curves of your chest and your stomach, grip tightly at your waist to pull you closer.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you pant against his lips. Your lungs scream for oxygen, but you can’t bear to drag yourself away from him for even a second. He kisses so well. It may be rushed, and messy, but there’s so much hunger behind his actions that it makes your head spin. It’s like his lips are a live wire, and every second that they touch yours, they send a thousand volts of electricity arcing through your body.

“Koushi,” he breathes. “Call me Koushi, please.” You nod, and then hurriedly undo the buttons of his shirt, popping a few off in the process. Neither of you care. His hands finally dip beneath the hem of your dress, and he wastes no time in unceremoniously tugging it off your body.

Your hands instinctively go to cover yourself. Age and childbirth have changed your body, and you know that Mr. Sugawara – no, Koushi – is probably used to beautiful young women. You still don’t understand why his eye landed on you. He surely has dozens of girls his age fawning over him, with flat stomachs and perky tits. Why you?

He grips your wrists and pries your hands away from your body. “Don’t do that,” he says, so gentle in contrast to the fire from just moments ago. “Don’t cover yourself up. You’re beautiful.”

Oh.

You can’t remember the last time that someone called you beautiful. You can’t remember the last time that you felt beautiful.

But right now, with Koushi staring at you, eyes blown out with lust… you feel it.

He sinks onto his knees, lips already pressing little kisses against your hips and upper thighs. You try and protest – really, Koushi, you don’t have to – but he shushes you instantly. He hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and dives in without hesitation. Even through the fabric of your panties, you’re in fucking heaven. His tongue laves against your clit, focusing so much attention onto the swollen bead that you can’t help but let out a moan.

You slap your hand over your mouth to silence yourself. You’re in an elementary school, for God’s sake. The bake sale is at the other side of the large building, but you’re terrified of someone walking past and catching you. Guilt swirls around your heart, but it’s quick to dissipate when Koushi tugs your panties off and throws them over his shoulder. He buries himself into your cunt again, and it’s even better without the barrier. The coil in your stomach is tightening embarrassingly fast, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. His tongue laps at your folds, slurping lewdly.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Your body moves of its own accord. Your hips grind against Koushi’s face, and he moans right into your cunt. His lips move up to your clit again, alternating between licking and sucking. You’re so focused on his mouth that you barely notice his fingers, so long and pretty, collecting your wetness.

You do notice when he fucks two of those pretty fingers into you. He immediately starts scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, before hooking them against that spot inside of you that makes your head spin. Your entire body is shaking with euphoria, so much that you can’t handle it.

“Close,” you cry out, trying to keep yourself upright. “Close, close, please, don’t stop!”

He moans into you again when you tug at his hair. It’s the push that you need to finally fall over the edge. You bite into your palm to keep from screaming as you gush all over him, chest heaving and eyes tearing up.

He keeps curling his fingers, keeps lapping at your clit, until you tug on his hair and cry that the overstimulation is too much. As he lets your leg down and stands up, he makes a show of licking your cum off his fingers, slurping on them loudly. It would make you embarrassed, but you’re too focused on his other hand as it dips down to his belt. The muscles of his stomach flex as he undoes the buckle. You take the opportunity to rake your eyes over his toned torso. He seems so slender when he’s dressed, but his shoulders are surprisingly broad.

He looks up at you with a little smirk. “Caught you staring,” he teases. You blush as he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his cock. It’s already hard, and so pretty, just like him. His tip is red and dripping with precum. You want so badly to get a taste, but Koushi has other plans. He spins you by your shoulders, and then presses at the small of your back to make you lay across his desk.

You groan when you feel him slap his cock against your ass a few times, before running it through your folds to collect your wetness. “Please,” you gasp. “No teasing, please.”

“Just came, and you’re already needy?” he chuckles. “That husband of yours must really not be satisfying you.”

You’re spared from having to think of a retort by him sinking into you. A cry leaves your lips, but it’s too good for you to even care about the sound. He feels like heaven as he sinks into you. His cock stretches you out deliciously.

You’re already feeling delirious as he starts to shallowly thrust and work his way in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you. “So – fuck…”

You can’t do anything but moan and scratch at the table as he starts to fuck into you in earnest. His cock is perfectly curved to hit your spot every time, and soon you’re reduced to a mess underneath him. His balls slap against your ass with every thrust. It hurts, it’s all too much, but it’s so fucking good. You don’t think you’ve ever felt pleasure like this – mind numbing and all consuming, so powerful that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he groans again, bending down so that he can loom over you and leave little bites all over your back and shoulders. “Not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that, shit!”

“Faster, please,” you beg, and he obliges. He sets an absolutely brutal pace, somehow managing to fuck you hard, fast, and at the perfect angle all at once. Moans and cries spill freely out of your open mouth. When he reaches forward to toy with your clit, it’s all too much, and it sends you over the edge again. Your body practically spasms as he fucks you through your second orgasm. He shows you no mercy, gives you no time to come down. You don’t know if you’re coming again, or if you just never stopped. Your mind is hazy with pleasure and overstimulation.

You’re a twitching mess by the time that he pulls out, but you still whine at the loss. You’re far too fucked out to turn around and look at him, but in the corner of your consciousness, you can hear him panting and stroking himself furiously. His moans are so beautiful. Within a few short seconds, he’s coming all over your ass, painting your pretty skin white with his seed.

You don’t know how long you’re laying there before he taps your cheek to get your attention. “C’mon now,” he says, a tired smile on his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want your husband finding out, would we?”

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: First Kiss HCs

I’m so sorry it took me actually forever to reply to you. But I really hope you like this and it was somewhat worth the wait;; I tried really hard but ty for liking my Xiao content and yes! Let’s be absolute trash for Xiao. In this house we only believe in Xiao supremacy 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 5: Affection

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9:  String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10:  [ Fainting ]

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Childe Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

Considering how many more Xiao fics I need to write. This semi part link might not be a good idea lol. Also let’s ignore if I wrote in a kiss in a previous post haha.

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Xiao: First Kiss HCs

When you and Xiao first got together. It was a slow and steady process of learning each other boundaries and what felt comfortable. Xiao knew he was a difficult partner but you loved him and even becoming his friend was a slow and worthwhile adventure. It started off small leading from small handholding, to cuddling, to showing each other affection. But the one area that you both weren’t familiar in was kisses. He was an isolated adepti and you were an adventurer. You didn’t have any experience in being kissed and Xiao sure as hell didn’t either. Plus it was a lot more intimate and nerve wracking compared to holding hands and that was an hard hill to tackle in itself.

You didn’t mind that he wasn’t comfortable with initiating affection or never went in or talked about kisses. You were just happy that he was by your side and that your love was reciprocated. That he was comfortable in your presence and seemed content in your arms. It still made you a bit giddy when you reflected on how far you both came and that was enough for you. Xiao, on the other hand, couldn’t exactly say the same. While he was happy and he was content, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe your relationship was too one-sided? He knew that you were comfortable and okay with waiting for him to work out his issues and figuring out how to love again but he also really wanted to do more. He just wasn’t sure how to start.

It suddenly dawned on him one day when he saw you off on your next journey, that he had never really kissed you. Even a small goodbye kiss. It was usually you initiating affection or giving words of love and you always told him that it didn’t matter if he said it or not. His actions said more which always made him flush a bit. But on slow and quiet days where you were off on another adventure and Liyue was calm, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you. To your face, your bright eyes that would light up whenever you talked about the interesting sights you saw on your journey, the curve of your nose whenever he tapped it when you started to ramble on to much, your lips and how they would spread into a soft smile when it was just the two of you.

Xiao quickly flipped himself up into a sitting position and groaned into his hands. What was happening to him? He needed to take a walk to clear his mind again. He’s been going out a lot since he met you. He had faced an army of demons and fought in a war and yet this felt like the hardest challenge of his entire thousand year long life. He could almost hear Guizhong’s laughter at his predicament and her words of wisdom saying to take whatever problem he had and face it head on. Just without his spear. The spear needs to stay home.

So the next time you visited Wangshu Inn he asked for you to close your eyes. You complied but you were surprised, sitting by the railing facing Liyue up on the balcony. Was he going to gift you something? This was the first time he asked you to close your eyes but you trusted him. You could almost feel the anxiety waving off Xiao so you kept quiet and patient and waited for him to be ready.

He was ready. He could do this. You weren’t even looking at him so what was there to be worried about? He slowly leaned in, just hovering above your lips. But then he leaned back a bit, flushing red. He nearly chewed his lip before stopping since you probably didn’t want to taste blood. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready or he thought that you would hate it, he was just nervous in messing up. What if his accidently transformed? What if he accidently pushed you off the railing? Even worse, what if someone showed up and saw you both like this?

Turns out he didn’t need to worry. Somewhat. Zhongli, who Xiao knew now was actually Rex Lapis in disguise, made a sudden appearance behind him. The whiplash of suddenly seeing his Master, the nervous butterfly’s fluttering in his stomach, and pep talk Xiao was trying to pound into his mind made him suddenly lurch forward and kiss you deeply. A bit too deeply as his little fangs nipped at your bottom lip.

“Zhongli!?”

“Rex Lapis?!”

You both quickly broke apart as your eyes flew open when you heard the man but also surprise at the sudden but, not completely unpleasant, pain and pressure on your lips. You could almost see the soul leave Xiao’s body when he spun around to see the surprised Zhongli. It was silent for a moment, all three of you just staring at each other. You were still processing what the hell just happened, Xiao was trying to find a way to astral project, and Zhongli was computing the fact that yes, the ever grumpy and “don’t touch me” yaksha both had a lover and was in the middle of...courting.

“Oh. My apologies. I wasn’t aware you were both occupied. I shall take my leave and visit another day then.” Zhongli simply nodded and left before you or Xiao could say anything. You both stared at the empty figure of where Zhongli was before you started to burst into laughter at the situation. You really felt bad, you did honestly, but with all the overwhelming emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m...sorry. I didn’t know he was going to visit today,” Xiao muttered as he pressed his hand into his face and groaned at the embarrassing moment. You could see the tips of his ears were getting redder by the second which made you chuckle. For such a fearsome Yaksha he was really cute sometimes.

“It’s okay Xiao. I don’t mind. But are you alright?” you stifled the last of your giggles and reached out to pull him closer and remove his hand from his red face before cupping his cheek. He huffed but leaned into your hand. He really was sometimes like a cat.

“Are you hurt? Was I...too forward?” Xiao asked but he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. The floor was very interesting this afternoon. Wood was nice. Wood was good.

“No! It was...nice,” you answered, starting to go a bit pink yourself now before you felt a stinging pain in the corner of your lip, “Ah. I think you might accidently bit my lip though.”

“I see,” Xiao was now looking at you with his piercing eyes as he watched your small pink tongue brush over the corner of your bottom lip. His attention began to focus on that small part as the world seem to narrow down. Just the two of you. But unlike when you both would lie on top of the inn and watch the sun go down he felt hungry.

“Do you-”

Before you could ask anything Xiao suddenly pounced and pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He took you by surprise but you quickly recovered as you gripped the purple ribbon on his back and yanked him forward as his hands slammed against the railing, trapping you. You felt his tongue press against your lips as you slowly opened them to let him in. It was overwhelming and you were sure if you hadn’t been grabbing onto the purple ribbon you would have fell over but then a sudden deep rumble snapped you out of your trance.

“Xiao? Are you...Are you purring?” you giggled when you got a tiny but of separation from the lack of air but he frowned at you, really it looked more like a pout, before leaning over once again.  Just barely brushing over your lips as he whispered

“Meow”

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This isn’t even OOC anymore. I feel like I’m writing a fucking k-drama right now, what am I doing anymore? English? Huh? I do not compute.

I’ve just awakened something in me with Cat! Xiao and I am flying with it (and casually ignoring lore. Isn’t he a bird?). Heading straight for the stratosphere and you cannot stop me. Just gonna hide away in shame now don’t look at me.

Okay. Time to commit sleep for uh 2 hours lol. I’m really tired but I feel kinda proud of myself haha. Tomorrow’s fics are going to be Venti, Lisa and Diluc pairing, and Venti and Barbara pairing. Good night!

Oh, and yes there is a lot more Xiao content to come and uhh might continue this cat!xiao idea. Unless that’s too weird. I’m sorry don’t shame me pls 😰

my god tumble just work. i dont want to deal with you and your tags. 

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Desperate Measures.

Pairing: Yandere!Kaeya/Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 2.2k.

TW: Kidnapping, Emotional Manipulation, Implied Stalking, and Delusional Mindsets.

Kaeya was a man, distracted.

Distracted. Divided. Not inattentive, but pulled away from his responsibilities by a force he couldn’t name and couldn’t say he cared for, either. He wasn’t a stranger to romantic inclinations — fantasies, sudden flings, slow-burning inclinations that died the moment his attention was called elsewhere. Predictably, the few relationships he allowed himself were short-lived, at best distasterous at worst, but he didn’t have a problem with that. If anything, Kaeya appreciated it. He’d always thought of company as optional, and what little loneliness he was still capable of feeling could be drowned with a generous glass of wine. He wasn’t one to linger. He tried not to overstay his welcome. He’d been sentimental, once, too emotional for his own good, and he’d learned his lesson. He didn’t intend to change.

He didn’t want to change.

And yet, here he was.

Distracted.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t focus. It was all he could do to look like he might’ve been trying to read the most recent document left on his desk – this one from Jean, a directive for the younger knights or legislation she needed him to review or another vague, important report that he probably would’ve dealt with weeks ago, if he’d been able to concentrate.

He made a half-hearted effort to straighten his back as the door to his office began to open, but Kaeya dropped the act quickly, abandoning it completely by the time he heard the sound of heeled boots against hollow tile, caught a glimpse of a familiar (albeit, rarely used) catalyst, searched for eyes and found the cover of a thin book, instead, your face still buried in your newest novel as you stepped through the threshold, not bothering to knock. It was you. He should’ve known it would be. Who else did he deserve?

You, Lisa’s new assistant. You, the latest addition to the Knights of Favonius. You, his current, infuriating, unshakable fixation.

You, the new recruit who hadn’t paid him so much as a passing glance since your arrival, much to Kaeya’s frustration.

You didn’t look at him. You rarely ever did, but it hurt more than it usually did, today, as you dropped another form onto his desk, letting it replace the greeting you’d forgotten to offer. “Lisa needs you to sign this,” You started, laying out your priorities clearly, a skill Kaeya was beginning to resent. “It’s just next year’s budget. If you don’t want to read it, I think I’ll be able to look the other way.”

He glanced over the rows of numbers, the messy hand-writing, the columns of meaningless gibberish that blended together into a mess of ink and digits, and took your suggestion, scrawling his name across the only blank line. It was a lost cause, especially with you in the room. Especially with your unoccupied hand resting on his desk, your fingertips idly tapping an unsteady rhythm into the wood, and all he could think about was who he’d be willing to kill to feel that hand pressed against his cheek.

He considered asking you, for a moment, giving you an order and hoping you'd absent-mindedly obey. He thought about touching you, or running his fingers through your hair, or pulling you into his lap and mumbling sweet-nothings into your ear until someone else dragged you away.

He thought about a lot of things. Then, he said, “I take it your silence comes at a price?”

“Do I seem that selfish to you?” You were selfish. You had to be selfish. If you weren’t, then surely you would’ve been kind enough to put him out of his misery months ago. “I like helping people. Just remember this when I need a favor from you.”

“I’m sure we could work something more immediate out,” He went on, but you were already starting towards the door, calling the conversation to a close before Kaeya could begin to finish. In the back of his mind, something flared, the urge to catch your wrist, to go after you, to put himself between you and the only exit and refuse to move until you looked at him, but he forced it down, swallowing the temptation before it could eclipse his common sense. He couldn’t be impulsive. He couldn’t make rash decisions. He wasn’t prepared to deal with how difficult that would make things, not now.

Not yet.

“Join me for a drink?” He tried, again, attempting to sound unbothered. Nonchalant, casual, normal. Like he wasn’t itching to burn every book you’d touched. “I know you don’t have anything better to--”

“Another night, Captain.”

And just like that, you were gone, leaving Kaeya’s muttered response to echo through his empty office.

“Of course.”

~

Kaeya was a man, desperate.

Like a starving dog. Like a traveler who hadn’t seen water in thirty days. Like a distraught, distressed, disturbed knight, wandering through a maze of a library, cursing the existence of every shelf that separated him from you. He knew where you'd be. You were a creature of habit, and he’d already had more than enough time to memorize your routine. He’d had enough time to memorize everything about you, as ashamed as he was to admit it. It was a testament to his devotion, to how much time he’d spent trying and failing to win your favor.

It was evidence of how pathetic he’d gotten, over the course of his one-sided pursuit.

You were in your usual spot – tucked into the far corner of the library, perched on the edge of a windowsill, your attention monopolized by the tattered scroll spread across your lap. You were still pouring over it by the time he reached you, slumping against the nearest wall, taking in how brilliantly the muted sunlight looked as it danced across your skin. He didn’t try to hide the way he stared, anymore. He was long past worrying that you’d care enough to notice. Your hair was unkempt, proof that’d you slept in the archives again, if you’d slept at all. Your lips were bleeding, too, the lower one chewed raw and split down the middle, but it might’ve been stranger if they weren’t. It must’ve been a nervous tick, but Kaeya found it cute. Kaeya found it endearing. Kaeya found everything about you endearing, and to the archons, he wanted to see those lips wrapped around his co--

And he hated it. He found everything about you endearing, and he hated it. That was all.

He sighed, the sound airy, exhausted. You didn’t look up, but that was fine. It would’ve only hurt him further if someone as simple as that drew out your concern. “I’m in love with you.”

There was a hum, soft and contemplative. A rather generous response, by your standards. “I’ve noticed.”

“You’re all I think about.” It was an awkward confession, one he’d already used a hundred different times. He didn’t care. He’d use it a hundred more, if he had to. “I’m a wreck. I can barely remember my own name, and some days I can’t even do that. I can’t fight, I can’t eat, I can hardly breathe. Every morning, I wonder what it would be like to wake up to your smile, and every night, I stare at my ceiling and loath myself because I’m not holding you in my arms. For fuck’s sake, just yesterday, I almost kissed Albedo because the chemicals he was working with reminded me of the way your favorite kind of flower smells, and I’m just so fucking desperate, I convinced myself that was the closest I’d ever come to kissing you.”

He was rambling, by the end, panting, yelling, but you only blinked when he was done, once, then twice. Your dull nails bit into the edges of your scroll, but you didn’t seem to mind, nor did you move to roll it up as you finally turned to face him, the confusion written clearly across your expression. “You kissed Albedo?”

“You don’t get it,” He said, and you nodded in agreement. “You don’t fucking get it.”

“I think I do,” You admitted, more earnestly. Your gaze dropped back to the ground, and instantly, Kaeya deflated. “I just… I just don’t think it’d work out, if I’m being honest. I’m still new. I still have to give everyone else a reason to trust me, and I don’t think it’s in my best interest to start a relationship with one of my superiors so early on.” You paused, laughing to yourself, and something in Kaeya’s chest tightened. It was the happiest he’d been since he met you, and he still felt like you’d pushed a sword through his heart and twisted. “But, you don’t really want a relationship, do you? You’re just bored, and you need something to fixate on. I’m the most available option, so...” You trailed off, finishing your sentence with a vague, stilted sweeping gesture. “It’ll be easier for both of us, this way. I like you, Captain, but I don’t like you enough to put myself through that.”

It was all he could do to remember how to open his mouth. Once he did, the words came stumbling out on their own.

“Of course.”

~

Kaeya was a man, determined.

Determined might’ve been the wrong word for it. Too soft, too suggestive, the impression too positive and the meaning too vague. ‘Depraved’ might’ve suited him better, but that was too harsh, too primitive, and he’d like to think he’d been as gentle as anyone could expect him to be, given your stubbornness. He’d tried to be gentle. He’d wanted to be gentle. If he was going to do this to you, he could at least do it gently. You deserved that much, at least.

Or, maybe you didn’t. Maybe you didn’t deserve any of this.

He couldn’t really make up his mind, about that.

“Lisa?”

And he was gentle, more so than he had to be. Sure, you were on the floor, bare stone already beginning to chafe at your skin, but the shackles around your wrists were padded, and he’d given you enough slack to sit down, to ball yourself up, to act like it’d never crossed your mind that he’d resort to something so… easily misinterpreted. The blindfold was, similarly, an act of mercy. You’d panic if you woke up like this, chained to a wall in someone else’s cellar, and Kaeya didn’t want that. You needed time, and he could give you that. He would give you that. Even if it pained him to stay at arm’s length.

“Amber?”

He wanted to touch you. It’d be easy, now, easier than it’d ever been before. You wouldn’t be able to push him away, and even if you tried to, he could always overpower you. Take you by the neck, pin you against the floor, leave you shaking and trembling and begging, pleading with a captor you couldn’t see. He’d find a way to make it up to you, later on. He’d find a way to lie, to smile, to make it better, even if he’d failed to time and time again, out there. But, this would be different. You wouldn’t be able to cling to your excuses, and he’d be able to show you how much he cared, how much he wanted this, how much he loved you. This would be better.

��Kaeya?”

See? You were already coming around.

Your voice was already soft, hesitant, a sliver of a whisper that was constantly on the verge of dying out completely. You were trying not to make noise, trying not to seem as terrified as you really were, but he could hear the way your breath hitched as he took a step forward, your restraints rattling as you curled into yourself. You couldn’t hide from him, but you wanted to. That much was obvious. You didn’t want this.

But, he did. More than you could ever want to run away from it.

He wanted to touch you, but he held himself back. Instead, he only kneeled in front of you, letting himself linger for a moment before he spoke. “I’m here, love.”

“Where are we?” You were afraid, too scared to put the pieces together. Not while you could still hope there was another explanation. Not while you could still deny the apparent. “My head hurts, and I can’t--”

“I know, and I’ll make it up to you.” This time, he let himself reach out, cupping your cheek and chuckling as you tried to shy away. The two of you could work on that, later on. He could live with the guilt if he let himself enjoy it, now. “Just give me a moment, alright? Just a second, then I’ll take care of you.”

You opened your mouth, then you closed it again. Kaeya wondered if you’d be bold enough to refuse if he did try to kiss you, or hold you, or go further than the fleeting touches he’d swore would keep him satisfied, at first, at least. He wondered if he’d care, when you did. “Are… are you going to hurt me?”

He wanted to reassure you. He wanted to promise he’d be patient, that he’d understand if you lashed out, that violence wasn’t an option he was willing to consider, but he couldn’t, like this, could he? He didn’t want to hurt you, but he’d never wanted to kidnap you, either, not until you made it obvious he didn’t have another choice. He didn’t want to stoop so low, he didn’t want you to hate him, but…

But, he was lying again, wasn’t he?

To tell the truth, he couldn’t remember the last time he genuinely cared whether or not you loved him back.

You stifled a scream as his hand dropped to your jaw, his grip tightening as he jerked you forward, just close enough to wrap his arm around your waist, to bury his face in the side of your neck, to get a taste of what you’d deprived him of. It wasn’t enough, he doubted it’d ever be enough, but he had you. He had you, he was close to you, and he had you. That had to be enough, for now.

“We’ll see.”

[adorerdraco]

It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute. 

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours. 

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren't afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I'm just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with. 

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout. 

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot. 

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!” 

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further. 

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast. 

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go. 

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you. 

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached. 

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you'll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s. 

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he'd come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him. 

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him. 

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly. 

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him. 

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists. 

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

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The Limits of a Hero

Hello hello, I’m here to bring you something rather special. A quick fun fact: When I started writing years ago, Link was actually the first character I ever wrote for, so this piece is sort of going back to my roots as a writer. That, and I’ve been in a HUGE Twilight Princess mood lately, (I recently bought a few volumes of the manga and I am very much enjoying it) so I thought I’d write this quick thing for my favorite incarnation of Link. I hope those of you who also like him will enjoy this.

The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Link x Reader

Summary: During a seemingly ordinary night out in the woods you decide to give the hero a much needed chance to rest.

Notes: Fluff, some light angst

The tree trunk felt rough against your back, but it provided a much-needed opportunity to finally rest and recollect your energy after yet another day of fighting against the twilight and its corrupt ruler. Yet you found a strange calm when surrounded by the night, the warm flames of the campfire swaying in the cool wind.

The wood crackled, the breeze howled and your eyelids grew heavy. You wouldn’t close them, however. Not yet. Instead, you kept your (E/C) eyes on the glowing fire, occasionally throwing in a stick or two to make sure your source of heat wouldn’t disappear.

Your thoughts wandered, as they often did ever since you were thrown into this dangerous adventure. How did everything change so fast? You could still hear the water trickling down the waterwheel in Ordon as if it was yesterday. Everything had gone wrong so fast, and now you were trying to save the entire kingdom from something you didn’t fully understand.

You knew it was the same for Link. But unlike you, he was much better at suppressing his confusion and doubts. You had noticed a change in him, no doubt caused by the sudden responsibility laid upon his broad shoulders. In addition to the more obvious changes in his attire, his cerulean eyes lost some of their glow, he somehow grew even more silent and he didn’t smile as often. All because he felt that his role as the hero chosen by the Gods demanded it.

It must have been tiring, you thought, yet he pressed on, never once letting even a single mention of how much it all weighed down on him slip from his lips. But you could see it. Whether it was in the way his shoulders fell with a sigh whenever he finished slaughtering a group of Bokoblins or how he yawned and stretched his arms almost every time he hopped off Epona. His body was fatigued, but his eyes held nothing but determination.

The rustling of leaves that came from behind snapped you back to reality, and your eyes fell on the bush where the grey animal soon emerged from, carrying something in his mouth the edges of which and a part of his lower body was seemingly damp. You watched as he walked with heavy steps towards the fire before dropping the thing you recognized to be a Hyrule Bass on the ground.

The fish flopped on the dirt and you found yourself raising a confused eyebrow at him, before locating his fishing rod not too far away from the fire, indicating that he had forgotten to take it with him. You looked at the fish again.

“Are we this desperate?” You managed to ask him as his beastly form quickly reverted to his original form you were familiar with. He sat on the ground and gave you a slight nod.

“We’re running low on food,” he said, taking a sip from his bottle of water. Most of his equipment was laying on the ground, though he was still fully clad in his green tunic, chainmail and all.

You noticed him taking out a small knife, no doubt intending to use it to prepare the freshly caught fish. He would not dare use his sacred sword for such a task. The bass was fairly big, enough for both of you, you surmised.

“I can take care of it,” you offered, noticing the tired look in his eyes as they turned to you. He shook his head lightly.

“It’s fine, (Name),” he assured and began cutting into the flesh, but you persisted.

“You haven’t slept properly in days.” It had been an exhausting few days, filled to the brim with battles against Shadow Beasts and other enemies. It took its toll on both of you yet he showed no outward signs of fatigue. Not that it was necessary, for right now, anyone could see the dark circles and bags under his otherwise gorgeous eyes.

He glanced at you, clearly pondering over your words while continuing to cut the fish. You were right, as you often were. He was exhausted, but the selflessness in him didn’t want you to lose any of the sleep you needed.

“Someone has to keep watch,” he began, but you quickly shut him down.

“Which I can do.”

You scooted over to him, noticing him making the final cuts to the scaly flesh of the fish. Placing a hand on top of his, you kept your eyes on him, trying to convince him.

“You need to rest, Link. Please.”

Upon hearing your voice that left your lips as a quiet plea he finally gave in, letting out a sigh that carried all his exhaustion into the air and letting go of the knife. He finally turned to you, his drained eyes glowing in silent relief.

“Will you be alright? You know you can wake me up any time if-”

“I’ll be fine. The only thing you need to worry about is getting some sleep.”

Your hand reached up to slowly remove his cap, exposing his dirty blond hair that bathed in the glowing embers of the campfire. You offered him a smile equally warm as the flames which he thankfully returned.

Planting the tiniest kiss on his cheek, you retreated from him, once again leaning against a lone tree. With your hand you lightly patted your lap, wanting the hero in front of you to have the best possible chance at getting a good night’s rest.

He laid his weary head on your lap and almost immediately, he let out a long yawn that indicated just how much he needed this, despite his stubborn protests. Your fingers found their way into his hair, running through his locks in a soothing manner.

Silence fell around you, though it was a refreshing change from the usual noises of battle and struggles. You stared at the fire once again, its welcoming warmth enveloping both of you.

“You’ve changed,” you admitted, thinking back to the simpler times, during which Link would have been more than compliant to sleep when he needed it. He let out a soft sigh, his eyes glued to the starlit sky above.

“I guess I have,” he agreed. You wondered if he meant it to the same degree as you did. Even now, you noticed the solemn expression on his face you had never seen back home.

Home. You thought about it a lot. Maybe a little too much at times. Ordon meant a lot to you, even more to Link you assumed. Perhaps that’s why he had gotten so stoic and serious. He was merely trying to protect what he held dear.

It was admirable, he was, by all accounts, a hero. Courageous, selfless, strong, yet still a mere Hylian. A capable Hylian indeed, but still a Hylian. A Hylian who the entire kingdom needed to save them. Everyone expected so much of him, it seemed as if he himself forgot his limits.

“You’re not all-powerful, Link.”

Your eyes fell on him, and his own looked up at you. Someone needed to be his voice of reason, and you were more than willing to take that role if it meant ensuring his safety when he sometimes couldn’t.

“Maybe I should be.”

Your eyebrows frowned at that. You knew he felt a certain sense of guilt about what happened to the children of the village. They were safe now, but there was a stinging sensation of shame embedded in him that made him feel responsible for all of it.

“Don’t say that. You did all you could. Pushing yourself to the point where you can’t stay up anymore won’t solve anything.”

He knew you were right. You almost always were. Link had always secretly wondered if it was a blessing that it was you who had accidentally stumbled across the same wall of Twilight that had transformed him into a beast. In all honesty, he was thankful.

“I’m just... Worried about you,” you confessed, feeling a small sense of dread in the core of your being. Just thinking about what could happen to him if he didn’t take care of himself made your stomach churn.

A troubled look fell on his face, as if he was feeling guilty about making your eyes fill with concern. You inhaled deeply and pressed your lips on his forehead, not wanting your own uneasiness make him anxious.

“Rest now. I’ll keep watch.”

With a small nod, he allowed his heavy eyelids to close and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, soft snores escaping his mouth that was partially agape.

For the first time in days, he looked truly peaceful. His body relaxed, rid of any signs of stress or tension, the only movement being that of his chest, moving up and down due to his steady breathing. With a smile you continued running your digits through his hair, hoping to comfort him even in his dreams you could only hope were as tranquil as your current surroundings.

“Goodnight, Link.”