#what a pain (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿���)

[yuunnikko]

Saying Goodbye to My Mask event on project sekai may have been a premonition of having my own mental health tank to the same level as Mafuyu's because well. Let's just say. The depression. (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[yejinnie]

☆ only you.

the things yang jeongin would only let you do to him.

- pairing. yji x reader

- tags. fluff

✧ physical affection.

this one was quite obvious, since jeongin isnt very fond with physical affection from others. however, since he incredible whipped to you, you are the only exception. he even finds himself craving for your touch, which at first he found weird as he isnt use to feeling such emotions towards a person. his favourite physical affection from you is intertwining your fingers together or when he comes home from practice, his body aching from pain and couldnt wait to be embraced by your warmth, as he snuggled into your neck while laying ontop of you. (his members are very much jealous of you, so don't be surprised when a whiny innie is behind you trying to hide from han trying to kiss him for the 100th time)

✧ letting you have a bite of his food.

bruh you seen this dude eat, like pookie your food aint gonna run away, you don't need to shove the whole thing down your throat. 😭 eversince you and i.n had gotten together, jeongin had became more protective and affectionate over you. in the early stages of your relationship, you had went on study mode during exam season, causing you to skip sleep, as well as eating. when jeongin found out what you been doing, bro evaporated into thin air and suddenly appeared right infront of your doorsteps with a bag full of food he got along the way to your place. ever since that, he had grown into a habit of shoving whateva he's eating into your mouth. oh, jeongin is eating pizza, in your mouth it goes. he's eating ramen, wow the chopsticks has teleported infront of your mouth. if mans eating, be prepared to hear here comes the airplane~. basically just be prepared to be well fed.

✧ accepting your kisses

jeongin has made it clear to his members that his lips are only reserved for you, however, some dont get the message (han im looking at you) so whenever his members ever see you guys kiss, be prepared to hear the endless mimicking of smooching and teasing towards you two (more aimed at jeongin tho). however, even though their teasing is annoying, he would go through it all day if he had too. just so he can kiss you again.

✧ poking his dimple / touching his face

sometimes you can't contain all your love for jeongin (LMAO LOVE SURGE) so one of the ways you would express it, is by ruffing his hair and squeezing his cheeks. when you first did it, his face was painted in red, as it froze in a shock expression, however, his face quickly changed into a frown and a whiny jeongin was awaken when you started to shower him with compliments. another way you had showed your love to jeongin was when he was talking about something but instead of listening, you were distracted by the dimple that peeked out on his cheek as his mouth moved. so out of instincts you poked it, which has impacted him alot, as i.n stopped mid-sentence and started to ask you what you were doing while giggling. it may of not seem like it affected him physically, but oh boy, jeongin felt like a hot mess. his heart had stopped beating and his face started to grow hot. oh how much you affected him.

hellooo my name is zizi and this is my first post pls be niceee (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♡

(btw this is not edited so sorry for any mistakes)

[lily-lovelyy]

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓

Warnings; smut, violence, gore, talk of virginity loss, virginity loss, breeding kink, kidnapping?(Technically), grumpy reader, Roman!Konig

Part 1 of ???

I am very excited to get started on this, I've always liked the old Roman Konig prompts! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

You'd head stories, hell all of your village people had. The legend of a Roman champion, who took down entire cities and killed armies single-handed.

You yourself always rolled your eyes or snickered when you heard these tales, because 'who could conquer an entire army by himself?'.

You soon figured that out, two soldiers threw you to the ground, the dirt grooving it's way under your fingernails. Your wet, tear stained face felt burning hot and your head hung, too nervous to look up.

"Salută-ți regele." One of the soldiers behind you spoke, his boot kicking your leg, bringing a stinging pain through it. You sniffled, slowly moving your eyes up to greet his pale blue ones.

He was big, so big. Bigger than any soldier here. He looked out of place, as if he was a god standing amongst men. Scars littered his exposed arms, but you couldn't see past his shrouded face.

"Ach, was hast du mir heute mitgebracht?" The man asked, looking at the two soldiers behind him. "O curvă." They spoke, your brows furrowed trying to understand their foreign tongue.

The man looked you up and down, finally deciding to take a seat. He huffed, almost as if he was annoyed with their presence. "Verlass uns." He spoke again, making a waving motion with his hand.

The two men grunted before turning away and leaving. You watched him with watchful eyes, wondering what he would do next. Take you as a slave? Rape you? Kill you? Your mind raced, terrified.

After a few more moments, he flicked his wrist, motioning for you to stand. He stalked towards you, and you tried to back away before he took hold of your arm in an almost bruising grip. "Hübsch." He spoke, almost fondly. You wished you'd understood his native tongue.

"W-what?" You whispered, your tears flowing freely again. Was he demanding something of you? He tilted his head, his eyes scrunching with what seemed to be amusement.

"Ein süßer Kleiner, perfekt für mich." He chuckled, before leading you over to the large expanse of his bed, which was covered in large and luxurious furs. You wondered how many people he had killed to get those.

You breathed unevenly, this was the moment you dreaded, he was going to rape you. Your tears fell harder, you tried to stifle your sobs to the best of your ability. His head cocked to the side, and he walked over to the table, picking up a pitcher and pouring water into a small, clay cup.

He walked over, handed it to you and waited. He watched until you finally brought it to your lips, drinking in deeply. "Thank you.." you whispered, handing the cup back. He smiled, you thought since you couldn't tell other than from his eyes.

Slowly, he began to undress, your heart sank. You couldn't possibly fight him off, he was at least four times your size, built of muscle and strength.

You froze, staring at him in fear. All you could do was try and brace yourself the best to your ability for what was coming, slowly, he sauntered over to you. He was built with muscle, towering over you. Scars also littered his torso and his legs and arms. He looked like he's gone to battle many times.

He reached the bed, extending a hand to caress your face. He brought his face down, breathing in your scent. You shook with fear. Slowly, he lowered himself to knees, spreading your dress open to reveal your bare cunt. Undergarments were a luxury your family weren't able to afford. At least when they were alive.

"p-please...don't..." You hiccupped, trying your best to scramble away. The man looked up at you and stood. His head cocking to the side, questioningly. "Du meinst...nein?" He wondered, before nodding to himself and redressing. You sat there, shocked.

By now, most if not all of the men in his camp would have beaten and raped you bloody, but why'd didn't he? You were thankful regardless. "Du hast ... Angst. Ich werde dir etwas Zeit allein geben, Kleines." He spoke, before moving the flap of his tent and leaving.

Moments after he left, you sobbed loudly, your body wracking with sobs and cries. You felt grief flood you, the death of your family, of your chief and your friends. Your village had barely made it through the fall, your crops dying and the soil becoming dry and dead from the lack of rain, only to be slaughtered by the Romans.

You laid back, holding yourself as you cried. And slowly, you cried yourself to sleep, huffing slow and uneasy breaths as you let sleep take you.

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This is the first part/chapter so let me know what you think of it! The German/Romanian is also roughly translated so don't quote me on some of this! 😭💗

[syluslnd]

Just read House Of Cards and it got me good ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ aksbsjsanoaksdjsnkasjian– *dead*

Anyways, can you make the continuation of that story?

(Tired of me being delusional so now it's his turn for him to be the one who is delusional)

From what I read, Sylus always in denial when his men sent every piece of her until the last moment he snapped. What if he goes back into being delusional then? That MC is still in bed with him. Or going to the arcade with her (clearly he go there alone because MC is ☠️)

How people inside there giving him a weird look because they see some disheveled man talking about he would buy the entire arcade (in the game. Canon.) for his beloved.

Thank you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

pt 2 to this story

house of cards;shattered

(note-It makes me so happy you liked it so much that you needed a continuation🥹thank YOU & I hope you really like this, kisses xx)

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The days following the discovery of your body were a blur for Sylus. The once-cold and calculating leader of Onychinus was unraveling at the seams, haunted by a rage so consuming that it drowned out everything else.

The names of the men responsible for your death, those who dared to touch what was his, had been whispered to him by his remaining loyalists like and kieran,sylus wasted no time tracking them down.

He wanted them alive. He wanted them to feel pain-slow, excruciating pain, the kind that would make them beg for death long before he was willing to grant them that mercy.

The first man was found in a decrepit building, hidden away like a rat. Sylus didn't speak as he dragged the man into the basement of one of Onychinus's many safehouses. There was no need for words.

He was beyond talking. His mind buzzed with one singular thought: revenge.

The man was tied to a chair, blood already trickling down his face from where Sylus had struck him. Sylus circled him slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. The cold gleam of his knife reflected in the faint light and the man whimpered, begging for mercy.

"I wonder” Sylus muttered under his breath, his voice low "how long it'll take for you to break."

With a quick flick of his wrist, he slashed the man's arm, drawing a deep line across the skin. Blood welled up instantly, dripping to the floor in steady, rhythmic beats. The man screamed but Sylus barely heard it. His eyes were cold, unfeeling, even as the man squirmed in his restraints.

One cut turned into two. Two turned into ten.

Sylus worked methodically, slicing deeper each time, his hand steady, his mind eerily calm. He didn't rush. He savored each scream, each pathetic whimper. The man's blood coated Sylus's hands but he didn't care. He wasn't thinking about anything but the pain he wanted to inflict. Pain for pain.

Blood for blood.

He broke the man's fingers, one by one, relishing the sickening snap of bone beneath his grip. The man's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Sylus didn't stop. He wouldn't stop until every single one of them paid for what they had done to you.

By the time the man finally succumbed to the pain, falling limp in the chair, Sylus had carved his face beyond recognition. Blood pooled at Sylus's feet, staining the floor. He stood there, panting heavily, his body covered in the man's blood, his chest heaving. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.

The second man suffered a worse fate. Sylus had perfected his technique by then. He used a blowtorch, searing the flesh from the man's arms and legs, watching as the skin blistered and peeled. The smell of burning flesh filled the room but Sylus didn't flinch.

His expression remained cold, detached, as if he were performing a routine task rather than torturing a man to death.

The man screamed so loudly that Sylus had to gag him but it didn't make a difference.

The man's eyes told him everything. He was terrified. Broken. A shell of what he had once been. Sylus took his time, dragging out the agony for hours, refusing to let the man pass out. When the man's legs were charred beyond repair, Sylus ended him with a single, swift cut to the throat.

But it still wasn't enough.

Each time he killed one of them, Sylus felt a strange emptiness settle over him. He had thought that their deaths would bring him peace. That they would give him closure. But all he felt was a gnawing, festering wound inside him—a hollow void that no amount of bloodshed could fill.

The final man was the one who had sent the message, the one who had orchestrated the whole thing. Sylus saved him for last. This time, he wasn't quick about it. He made sure the man felt every second of pain.

Sylus shattered his kneecaps with a crowbar, slowly, deliberately. The man writhed, trying to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go.

Sylus grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look up.

"You think you've won?" Sylus hissed, his voice shaking with fury. "You think taking her from me made you powerful?"

The man spat blood, laughing through the pain. "She...was just...a toy..to you..."

The words hit harder than any physical blow could. Sylus's vision blurred with rage. He drove the crowbar into the man's ribs, one after another, each crack echoing in the cold room. The man choked on his own blood, gasping for breath but Sylus didn't stop. He kept hitting. Kept swinging. Until the man was nothing but a bloody, broken mess on the floor.

Finally, when the last man was dead, Sylus stood over the carnage, his breathing ragged. His hands, arms, even his face were stained with blood. But as he stared at the bodies, at the destruction he had wrought, something inside him cracked.

He had avenged you. He had made them suffer. But why did it feel so... hollow?

Then, something strange happened. A thought—no, a delusion-began to take root in his mind. You weren't really gone. You couldn't be. You were too strong for that.

Too stubborn. This had all been some elaborate trick, a twisted game to test him.

That was it. You had never been dead.

He just... needed to find you.

The next day, Sylus was smiling, genuinely smiling for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He was covered in dried blood but that didn't bother him. None of that mattered. What mattered was that he was going to see you.

He walked through the streets of Onychinus with a spring in his step, ignoring the wide-eyed stares and gasps from the people around him. The blood that clung to his clothes and skin was irrelevant. He was happy. He was going to take you out, like you had wanted. You were waiting for him. You always waited for him.

Sylus reached the arcade, stepping through the entrance with a grin. The bright lights and sounds surrounded him but all he saw was you, standing at the claw machine. You were there. Of course, you were there. You'd always be there.

"There you are, kitten" he said, his voice soft, almost tender. "I told you l'd be back."

But the arcade had fallen into a stunned silence. People stopped in their tracks, staring in shock and horror at the blood-covered man standing in the center of the room, talking to... no one.

Sylus didn't notice. He walked toward the claw machine, where he could see you in his mind, laughing at your failed attempts. "Let me help you this time" he chuckled, reaching out as if to guide your hand but his fingers grasped only air.

A child whispered to their mother, "Mommy, why is he talking to himself?"

The mother pulled the child closer, her face pale as she hurried them out of the arcade.

More people began to leave, their eyes darting to Sylus in fear but he remained oblivious, lost in his own delusion.

He leaned against the claw machine, his bloodstained hand leaving a smear on the glass. "You always get so worked up over these games, sweetie" he teased, his voice dripping with affection. "But I always knew you could win if you just had a little patience."

A man behind the counter fumbled with his phone, clearly calling the authorities. His hands shook as he kept his distance, terrified of the blood-soaked maniac who was clearly not in his right mind.

Sylus's eyes sparkled with something close to joy. "You're laughing at me, aren't you?" he said, his tone playful. "I can't help it. I just missed you."

In his mind, you were there. Smiling.

Laughing. Perfect, as you had always been.

But the truth was a far darker reality. He was alone, talking to nothing but empty air, the ghost of your presence haunting his fractured mind and the onlookers could only watch, horrified, as Sylus-the feared, ruthless leader of Onychinus-spoke to someone who no longer existed.

The doors to the arcade opened and the authorities arrived. But Sylus didn't notice.

He was too busy laughing with you, too consumed by the fantasy he had created, a world where you were still alive, still with him.

In the end, the tragedy wasn't just that you were gone. It was that Sylus had lost his mind trying to keep you alive in his own twisted way.

and the reality, cold and unforgiving, was that nothing could bring you back.

[mailuvsjayke]

can you write about Jake gets injuries on purpose just to see his crush who’s working at the hospital?

18+ mdni

note: we live for desperate jakeu (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

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Clamping down on his fingernails as he patiently waits for you, eyes twitching, mouth contorted into a pretty grin, wincing at the pain of his tragic scrape.

"Is this seriously it?" You deadpanned, staring at the reddened and rough skin present on his left shin, though it was big and intimidating, it wasn't even bleeding.

"You took me off my break for this? Please don't be ridiculous."

"I promise it really hurts, call me dramatic."

He stares at you, eyes wide with interest, lips all swollen from how much he's been picking and biting at the skin.

Watching your every move, admiring the skill in your craft when it comes to the medical field, his favourite nurse for god knows how long, but he hasn't settled for less in a woman ever since.

And every woman that isn't you will always be less.

"The third time you've come in with measly injuries that you could easily kiss yourself and put a silly bandaid on." You groaned, taking hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet.

"Isn't this worse than the others? Are you seriously underestimating my wound? Such a bad bad nurse, aren't you.." His voice going up and octave, playfully mocking you and enjoying your obvious irritation.

Call him masochistic, but he can't help it, seeing your face gets him on easily, so bad he can cum by just staring at those pretty features that compliment each other so well.

Watching you move back and forth to gather materials, eyes strained and red, hair a bit disheveled, you must've been working overnight, but it could only feed into his imagination.

Even in an outfit pure white and conservative, his mind undresses you everytime you glance away, letting his pants tighten more and more.

"Just make this easier for me and don't move." Your voice ultimately exhausted and sick of his appearances at this point.

Kneeling down, comfortably adjusting your ponytail before getting to work patching him up, giving him a slightly reassuring look as you held the hydrogen peroxide dipped cotton pad with tweezers, eyes looking so inviting that he choked down a pathetic moan.

His mind a mess, your hand nestled on his right inner thigh, keeping it open slightly as you gently dabbed against the wound on his shin tenderly.

He moaned and winced, not out of pain, but out of self resistance to not pull his pants down and stuff your face full of him. Seeing you in such a vulnerable position made the tip of his cock angrily rub raw against his boxers.

The way your thighs looked fuller, chest puffed out and your back arched closer to him as you continued to do your job, he almost felt bad, knowing you weren't aware of the thoughts racing through his mind.

"Done, I hope you were focusing this time, so you'd know what to do yourself if another accident like this happens." You announce, setting your tools down to let out a huff of breath.

Your confidence was cut short as you felt a hand making it's way to the back of your head, squeezing your hair before pushing gently.

"Jake—"

He pushed harder, catching you surprised as your face made contact with his crotch, his hard on bulging against your cheek embarrassingly hard. It felt warm as well as wet, you couldn't tell if he's came in his pants or if he's leaking precum.

Moaning softly, your eyes shut closed, letting your self rub your face all up against him, amused by how little resistance Jake showed towards you.

With one slightly harsh pull to your hair, causing you to whine from the sudden force, staring up at Jake with submission, your face looked all busted, how could you not when he quite literally teased you by rubbing his clothed cock right up your face?

He grinned out of amusement, stroking the top of your head.

"Say.. is the door locked?"

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i need help and the only way to save me is by letting me suck jake's cock idk hahaha

i wrote this in the middle of the night while half asleep so forgive me for any mistaakeess TT

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This was actually requested on my discord, by my beloved 🌸 anon. I sure had fun writing this, from an ace to another, I hope u enjoy this (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, sexuality talk, coming out (as asexual), gn!reader

Vil watched you pace nervously, his eyes following your every movement. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice he had been speaking to you mere moments ago, his questions and jokes promptly ignored by you.

'What had happened? Had someone upset you? Were you troubled and in need of help?' He thought so many things, his heart beating faster with each negative thought crossing his mind.

Finally, after what seemed like years, you sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding as you stared at your hands. The room was bathed in the soft, fading light of the evening, shadows dancing on the walls as the last rays of the sun slipped through the curtains. Vil could sense the tension in you, the way you seemed to be rehearsing your words, overthinking every syllable - you were like a newbie at acting, trying to conceal your face behind a mask, yet you didn't realize that he could see you behind your mask.

He knew he could ease your worries, he could make everything better with just a few words and snaps of his fingers. You were his most cherished person, and of course, he wanted to take care of you, to see your beauty shine alongside his, to nourish you into a better version of yourself. But first, you needed to open up to him. It pained him to see you so distant, trapped in your own world - fearing.

He could recognize the signs; the way you bit your nails, the shallow breaths, how you looked at him as if you had committed the worst crime possible, which was funny considering that he had done far worser than you ever could. Well, not that you know about all the things he did.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, your gaze shy and uncertain. His presence was both a comfort and a source of intimidation, though you weren’t sure why. Vil noticed this, and with a subtle shift in his posture, he softened his expression, hoping you would see him as someone to confide in rather than fear.

"Mein Liebling," Vil spoke gently, breaking the silence, nickname making you shudder visibly. He needed to be the first to reach out, to show you that he was there for you, ready to listen and understand. He took your hand in his, his touch gentle as he guided your chin up so you would meet his eyes. "You've been so quiet and distant today. What’s on your mind?"

It was a simple question but it carried the weight of his concern. You bit your lower lip, leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you searched for the right words.

"There’s something I need to tell you," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Vil’s gaze softened further, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. "Of course, darling. You can tell me anything."

It's now or never, You thought. Now or never!

Your fingers twisted nervously in the hem of your shirt as you took a deep breath. "I’m… asexual. It means I don’t experience sexual attraction, or at least not in the way most people do. I, uh, wanted to tell you this since we're... Interested in each other? In love? I don't know how to call it to be honest."

He couldn’t stand the thought that you might have feared coming to him, that you worried about his judgment. Vil tightened his hold on your hands, his touch warm and reassuring, as he let a soft chuckle leave his beautiful lips.

You close your eyes, afraid to face the expression that adorned your his face. Silence filled the room for a moment, the seconds stretched on, each one feeling longer than the last, your heart beating loudly in your chest. But Vil's relief was almost palpable as he realized that nobody harmed you. You were just afraid - afraid of his reaction, which he hated because he could never judge you or other aces for that matter.

"Thank you for sharing this with me," Vil said, his voice gentle and sincere. "I can see how much this means to you, and how scared you are."

A wave of relief washed over you, though a small knot of anxiety still remained. "I was afraid you might not understand or that it would change things between us."

Vil’s lips curved into a soft smile, though he felt a twinge of hurt that you’d ever doubt him. "My feelings for you aren’t based on physical attraction. What matters to me is your heart, your mind, and the incredible person you are. If anything, I admire you even more for your courage in telling me this."

Your eyes filled with tears and you leaned into Vil’s embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against your cheek sounding as comforting as a lullaby. "Thank you, Vil. You don’t know how much that means to me."

"Thank you, Vil," You whispered, a sense of peace settling over you. "I like you... I like you a lot."

Vil stroked your hair, his touch tender and comforting. "We’ll navigate this together. Your sexuality is a part of who you are, and I love you for all of it. Always remember that."

You looked up at Vil, meeting his gaze. In that moment, you realized how profound the bond you two had that could transcend even words or physicality.

"I like you too," Vil replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Just as you are."

[justwinginglife]

Just imagine like in a different au Soshiro right hand DID get cut off he would probably be alive but now he have to live up his trauma.

Obviously he was depressed because he was afraid he would be a burden for Freader to take care of he lock himself up depressed and anxious all of the negative though he got. BUT GURL!! I WOULDN'T EVEN CARE!! YOUR MINE OF COURSE IMMA TAKE CARE OF YOU, kind of feeling (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Just think of the worst case scenario he would overthink that is negative but Freader thinks differently

hehehehehehehe.

At this point, I think yall can tell I'm going out of order with your requests lmao. Just trying to get out as many as I can, so starting with the easier ones, but I will eventually get to the rest. Thanks for your patience!

The Hardest Thing Of All- Living

His whole life, Soshiro had always felt like one with the sword. Like it was a part of him. Like he was born to wield it. Like it was his destiny. He made it his whole identity, his whole life, his whole world. It wasn't until he met you that his world changed.

Whatever sense of purpose he had before you felt counterfeit. You were his purpose now. You gave his life meaning and direction. You were his pride and joy. He could get lost in you, forget himself in you. He'd forget all his troubles, all his sorrows, all his insecurities, just bury himself in the crook of your neck or distract himself with the curls in your hair. He was nothing if he wasn't yours. You were all he wanted, all he needed.

And he tried his damnedest to remember that as he suffered through the trauma of losing his arm.

He tried to remember you loved him, no matter what. Tried to remember all the promises you made to each other, to remember the future that he was supposed to give you. To remember you were waiting for him on the other side of this depression. But the further he sank into his sorrows, the less he could bear the thought of you.

When it first happened, all he could do was think of you. As the searing pain devoured his nerve endings in a blistering heat, he wondered if he could still protect you, if he could still be of use to you. But then he gazed down at the mess of blood sputtering out of his shoulder and knew in an instant that his worth was gone. And then it hurt to imagine you after that, to picture your disappointment.

The physical pain was a bitch, but the psychological pain was significantly more gruesome.

He'd lay awake at night, tossing and turning, plagued by his own weakness, haunted by his devastating loss. Sometimes, he'd even slip back into his old ways of thinking- that he was nothing without the sword. That the sword was his only redeeming quality. He couldn't dual wield now, and even if he could manage a single sword, his equilibrium was fucked. Every technique he practiced, every skill he honed, was reliant on having a full body with two working arms.

Sometimes he dreamt he still had two arms. Felt phantom pains where he used to grip his sword. Then he'd wake and the nightmare would start all over again. And every time he woke up, he was alone. It was by his own choice, but the absence of you sent him spiraling.

Then, one night, he had the worst thought. Maybe you'd be better off with his brother. Soichiro could protect you. He'd be someone you could be proud of. You wouldn't have to worry with him. He'd never disappoint you. He never would've slipped up and gotten his arm cut off. He was the better Hoshina.

And Soshiro? Soshiro was nothing. A nobody. He worked so hard to get where he was, and it was all for naught. Fate was just reminding him of his place. He didn't deserve to be Vice Captain. He didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve to live.

This war inside him was threatening to be a long one- his insecurities a constant companion that threatened to suffocate him at any moment, its bruising grip already tight around his neck, greedily consuming every aching breath he took and leaving him gasping for air.

But you'd never let him go. You'd force feed him your oxygen, compel his heart to keep beating, command his lungs to keep contracting. Give your life to give him life.

He'd lock himself in his room and you'd break the door down.

He'd push you away but you'd throw yourself at him, hold him until he stopped shaking. Murmur your love to him over and over until he stopped crying.

He'd tell you he wasn't worth your time, your effort, your love. You'd tell him he was worth everything to you.

And slowly, he started to heal. He started to remember what he was to you.

You reminded him that his presence was the sun in your sky and his love was the air in your lungs. You recounted to him all the days you'd spent together, each and every one a blessing, each and every memory a sweet, blissful dream. You urged him to fight for the future he'd promised you.

And so he fought.

He lifted his head high, strode forward with purpose, and lived everyday with a new determination.

Of course, there were days when the sadness would seep in again, and the doubt and despair would take hold of him. But you'd grab him by the hand and drag him out of the sinkhole, promising to never leave his side. And he'd fight as many times as it took to make you proud, to make you smile, to make you happy.

He'd face his demons, face his fears- all for you.

He'd do anything for you.

Even live.

[amalythea]

moonstruck ; birthday event !

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As a way to celebrate me being old and a way for me to get back into writing I decided to host an event! I wrote these prompts like a year ago back on @soleillunne with the help of @starrveill (i love you)

This is a request based event, if you have an idea in mind send me an ask with a prompt, a genre (optional) and a character of your choice.

You can send in as many asks as you want, but only one prompt and character per ask is allowed. So you can ask the same prompt for different characters with multiple asks.

I will delete any request that's against my rules and just make me uncomfortable in general. If you have any questions about the characters I write for please don't hesitate to ask.

I will tag this post and each post related to this one with "moonstruck!", and the event will get its own masterlist. I don't know when I will close the event, but I will announce when I do.

Below are the prompts, go crazy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

1. “don't smile at me like that!”

2. “may i have this dance?” “well, if you insist.”

3. “stop moving, i'm almost done!”

4. “well, if i tell you it wouldn't be a secret.”

5. “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

6. “i wouldn't wanna fight you. you're pretty feisty.”

7. “your eyes are always on them.” “…are they? I haven’t noticed.”

8. “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

9. “are you sure you're okay? your face seems a little red.”

10. “...on the bright side, we'll know how not to cook next time.”

11. “you're my favorite person.”

12. “close the curtains! my eyes are burning!” “don’t you think you’ve slept in long enough, you little vampire?”

13. “here.” ”what are you doing?” “giving you my jacket. cover yourself up, people are staring.” (bonus: “…are you sure you’re not the one staring?”)

14. “how… do you understand my feelings so well?” “…because i’d been in your place once”

15. “i love you. now say it back.” “please— stop talking, save it till we get you help—” “say it back—” “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me—”

16. “dont miss me too much, okay?”

17. “tell me what i can do for you.” “stay.”

18. “wait! don't go... not yet.”

19. “i swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

20. “how do you make the pain go away?”

21. “you feel like home to me.”

22. “it's okay to cry, you know.”

23. “you're acting like my mom.” “shut up and let me take care of you.”

24. “i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me.”

25. “in your darkest moments, I'll be your guiding light.”

30. “you're exhausted, honey.”

31. “can i have another blanket?” “do you really think that’s a good idea, love?”

32. “come over here; let me patch you up.”

33. “how do you do it?” “do what?” “make me feel alive.”

34. “i have no idea how i got through my days before i met you.”

35. “what do you feel when you're with me?” “when i'm with you... i feel at peace.”

36. “you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can discard?”

37. “you make me feel so alone.”

38. “i don't know what to do without you.”

39. “make sure it kills me.”

40. “i love you, until the end of the world.”

41. “you had your chance.”

42. “wait for me, will you?”

43. “i don't want to go.”

44. “i'm sorry, have we met before?”

45. “it's okay, you can let go.”

46. “i can't help but wonder if you ever truly loved me.”

47. “given your history, i should have known better.”

48. “you made a promise.”

49. “in the end, I was just a stepping stone in your path to success, wasn't I?”

50. “i can't trust you anymore, not after what you did.”

51. “…please don’t come any closer.” “why not?” “i don’t want to hurt you.” “who said you would?”

52. “people always leave, so why should it be any different now?” “what if i told you that i never planned on leaving? not now, not ever?”

53. “the only thing that makes every ounce of pain worth enduring is you.”

54. “i love you too much to stay away, and I wouldn't wish for anything less than to spend an eternity by your side.”

55. “the day i lose you is the day that i lose everything.”

56. “please don't go... i love you.” “...i wish i could believe that.”

57. “i'm sorry. you deserve so much more than this, and i can't even give you that, no matter how much i want to.”

58. “do you know the difference between history and you?” “what?” “history is the past, but you’re my future.” “…oh my god.”

59. “now remember, you don’t need to apologize for things you aren’t responsible for, okay?” “okay! i’m sorry!” “…i literally just said not to apologize.” “sorry..” “damn it. we’re gonna have to work on that a bit more.”

60. “i’m sure the feeling won’t last, but let me hold onto you a little bit longer before i go.”

Bonus: send me a prompt/lyrics of your choice!

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moonstruck — unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.

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@amalythea 2024. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[mxl633]

heyyy I just wanna say I loved the Yunjin fic so much ^^ that I suddenly craved for another one where idk Y/n gets captured by the bad guys and Yunjin has to save her, angsty but I would like it to have fluff in the end if that's possible (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Hii!! Im glad you liked it :D I saw your reblog too,and here is it!!! I hope you like it (this was in my drafts)

Word count:2,53k

Warnings: Mild language,Blood/Injuries,Mild angst,Kidnapping,Violence,angst but happy ending woohoo

Caught in the Web

The room was dimly lit, its only light source a single, flickering bulb that cast eerie shadows against the cracked walls. A faint metallic scent lingered in the air, making your stomach churn. You stirred, the coarse ropes digging into your wrists and ankles, and a dull ache spread through your body as you came to.

“You’re awake.”

The voice was gravelly, low, and laced with menace. Blinking hard, you forced your eyes to focus on the figure sitting across from you. It was him the Syndicate leader. The man you had only heard about in whispers.

He leaned forward, his angular face partially obscured by the shadows. “Good. I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t be conscious for the show.”

Fear clawed at your chest, but you refused to show it. “She’s coming for me,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt.

The man smirked, leaning back into his chair as his henchmen stood by with loaded weapons. “Oh, I hope she does. That’s the point, sweetheart. The Spider Woman won’t be able to resist. And when she comes, she’ll walk right into my trap.”

His laughter sent shivers down your spine, but it only made your resolve stronger. Yunjin would come for you. She always did.

Miles away, Yunjin was already on the move. Her claws clicked lightly against the rooftop as she crouched, glowing eyes scanning the city below. The faint pheromone trail you’d unknowingly left behind had drawn her here, but time was running out.

The moment she realized you were gone, something inside her snapped. The world had gone cold and meaningless without you in it.

Swinging from building to building, she pushed herself harder than ever, the wind whistling in her ears as she moved with calculated precision. She wasn’t just angry,she was terrified.

Terrified of losing you.

When her enhanced senses picked up the faint hum of voices from an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, her lips curled into a snarl. She didn’t need confirmation. You were there, and so was trouble.

“Hang on, Y/N,” she whispered, her claws flexing in anticipation.

Back in the warehouse, you flinched as the heavy metal doors creaked open. One of the henchmen stepped in, whispering something to the leader. You couldn’t make out the words, but the gleam in the leader’s eyes told you everything.

“She’s here,” he said, rising from his seat. He turned to you, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “The infamous Spider Woman. Let’s give her a warm welcome, shall we?”

Before you could respond, he nodded to one of the guards, who pressed a button on the wall. Suddenly, the room was filled with a high-pitched, pulsating hum.

You winced, the sound almost unbearable. “What is that?” you asked, your voice shaking.

The leader chuckled. “An ultrasonic disruptor. It won’t harm you, but it’s going to make things very unpleasant for our eight-legged friend.”

Yunjin froze mid-swing, her head pounding as the sound hit her like a freight train. She landed clumsily on the roof of the warehouse, clutching her head as the disruptor pulsed through her body.

“Clever,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “But not clever enough.”

Pushing through the pain, she climbed down the side of the building, her claws sinking into the crumbling concrete. Her movements were slower, more deliberate, but her determination never wavered.

Peering through a cracked window, she spotted you, tied to a chair in the center of the room. The sight made her blood boil, but she forced herself to stay calm. Charging in recklessly wouldn’t help either of you.

She scanned the room, noting the positions of the guards and the disruptor. Her mind raced as she formulated a plan.

The next few moments were a blur.

The lights flickered, then went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. The guards cursed, fumbling for flashlights as the leader barked orders.

“She’s here!” one of the henchmen shouted, just as a web shot out of the shadows, yanking the gun from his hands.

Chaos erupted as Yunjin descended from the ceiling, her glowing eyes cutting through the darkness like twin beacons. She moved with deadly precision, her claws slicing through ropes and weapons alike.

You watched in awe as she took down guard after guard, her movements fluid and almost dance-like. But just as she defeated the last henchman, a loud bang echoed through the room.

“Yunjin!” you screamed as she stumbled, clutching her side.

Blood seeped between her fingers, but her expression remained feral. The leader smirked, his gun still smoking, but before he could get another shot off, Yunjin shot a web at his wrist, yanking the weapon away.

With a guttural snarl, she lunged at him, slamming him against the wall. Her claws pressed against his throat, her breathing ragged.

“You made a mistake coming after her,” she growled.

The leader’s eyes widened in fear. “Please—”

Yunjin tightened her grip, her claws drawing a thin line of blood. “If I ever see you again…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to.

With one final glare, she webbed him to the wall and turned back to you, her expression softening instantly.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, crouching beside your chair. Her hands trembled as she worked to untie the ropes.

“No, but you are!” you exclaimed, your hands flying to her bloodied side. Tears welled up in your eyes as you pressed your palms against the wound. “You didn’t have to take that risk for me.”

Yunjin cupped your face, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I’d take a thousand risks if it meant keeping you safe.”

Your breath hitched, the raw emotion in her eyes overwhelming you. You wanted to say something anything but before you could, her legs gave out beneath her.

“Yunjin!” you cried, catching her as she collapsed.

“I’m fine,” she muttered weakly, but her body betrayed her words.

“You’re not fine,” you said firmly. “We need to get you out of here.”

Summoning strength you didn’t know you had, you helped her to her feet, her arm draped over your shoulders. Despite her injury, she insisted on shielding you, her body a protective barrier as you made your way out of the warehouse.

The night air was cool against your skin as you stumbled out into the open. Yunjin’s breathing was shallow, her steps unsteady, but she refused to let go of you.

“Just a little farther,” you whispered, spotting an alleyway where you could take shelter.

Once there, you lowered her gently to the ground, your hands shaking as you examined her wound. The bullet had grazed her side, leaving a deep gash, but thankfully it hadn’t hit anything vital.

“You’re going to be okay,” you said, more to reassure yourself than her.

Yunjin chuckled softly, wincing as the movement sent a jolt of pain through her. “You’re tougher than you look, you know that?”

“And you’re a terrible patient,” you shot back, tearing a strip from your shirt to bandage her wound.

Despite the pain, she smiled, her hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

The vulnerability in her voice made your heart ache. You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, Yunjin. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, a small, content smile playing on her lips. “Together,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The days that followed were a blur of recovery and quiet moments. Yunjin stayed by your side, refusing to leave even as her injuries healed. You took care of her, and in turn, she let down her walls, revealing pieces of herself she’d kept hidden for so long.

It wasn’t easy. There were nightmares, lingering fears, and moments of doubt. But through it all, you found solace in each other.

One evening, as you sat on the rooftop of her apartment, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, Yunjin turned to you.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she said, her voice soft but steady.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you replied, taking her hand in yours.

She smiled, her fingers intertwining with yours as she pulled you closer. For the first time in what felt like forever, the world felt safe.

And as you leaned into her embrace, you knew one thing for certain: whatever dangers lay ahead, you’d face them together.

End.

[arlestial]

hi hi! im not sure if you write for the characters but can i request kuon, nagi and chigiri with an s/o who plays volleyball(or any sport other than soccer) take ur time with requests too (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

❝on the court !❞

synopsis : Volley-ball is your passion. Between bruised knees, strapped fingers and aching limbs, your boyfriend is your biggest fan.

pairing : Kuon Wataru, Seishiro Nagi, Chigiri Hyoma x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just fluff and comfort (Tiny descriptions of injuries and blood, but not too graphic !)

word count : 750~ words

author-note : Hi, anon ! I hope you’re doing okay outta here 💗 I’m sorry for the late writing, I hope you’ll still appreciate it. You don’t know how much I love this request !! I’m a volleyball player, so it was extremely fun to write :) And don’t worry, I write for everyone (even if I don’t really like Kuon bruh). Thank you for your request, take care of yourself ♡

CHIGIRI HYOMA is the most supportive boyfriend out of the three. He finds volleyball super interesting, and he’s a fast-learner ! He asked you multiple times to teach him some movements and things about volleyball, but you always declined, too worried about his knee and what could happen to him. But he insisted, over and over again, until you finally agreed with a sigh, a small smile displayed on your face. Chigiri enjoys these small moments of intimacy between you two : and gosh, your gentle and soft touches on his arms when trying to correct his posture to dig, sent shivers down his spine. He comes to your matches every. single. time. (if he’s free, of course, because Blue Lock’s taking a lot of his time, unfortunately), a huge, proud grin on his face as he saw you celebrating your victory with your teammates. You look so good with your hair tied (he’s the one who tied them for you, short or long hair, he doesn’t care, don’t want them to disturb you while you’re playing, do we ?) and your game jersey, he can’t help but takes a picture of this specific moment and making it his wallpaper. When you both come home from your game, you’re going to be treated like royalty. Running you a bath ? Bet. Cooking your favorite plate ? Obviously ! (He’s gonna try, no promises, though). Helping you stretch ? You name it, he’s doing it.

"I’m proud of you, baby.", he whispered, kissing your temple while you were both in the bathtub; surrounded by warm and relaxing water. He looked at your tense shoulders, gentle hands massaging them. "Want me to kiss it better ?"

NAGI SEISHIRO always finishs with bruised fingers, muttering under his breath how your sport sucks and is painful. A real crybaby. And he immediately asks you, in return, to cuddle with him, since he’s too injured to do anything else (you literally hurt his fingers, he can’t play properly anymore ?? You’ve got some audacity.). He definitely prefers to play with his feet, so it’s, unfortunately, extremely hard to train with him around. He told you he won’t play volleyball with you ever again (too much efforts anyway), and definitely refuses to see any match with you. But when you come home with several hematomas, therapy straps around your fingers, he just lets out a deep, disapproving sigh, immediately walking towards you and turning off his phone. He takes your hand in his, pressing gentle and soft kisses on your bruised knuckles and fingers tips, before engulfing you in a bear hug. It often leads with cuddles on the couch, both of you lying on the soft pillows, legs tangled together. Nagi always wake-up, carrying you to bed with a huff, as carefully as possible. When you’re peacefully sleeping in your shared bed, he sits down next to you, smoothly playing with some strands of your hair. These are the only times he’s going to be the big spoon; gently embracing you from behind with his toned arms, not wanting to harm you even more. Nuzzling in your neck, and peppering it with butterfly kisses as he joined you in your oh-so-deserved sleep. The following morning, you were smiling like a dork when you saw Nagi with two tickets in his hand : he bought places for the two of you to a volleyball match, a professional game, with the top-ranked players all around the world.

"Sei’, you didn’t ?!"

"I did. But don’t think I like your lil’ sport or something. Just thought you would like it."

"I definitely like it. Thank you, Sei. I love you so much."

He bit his inside cheek to keep a smile from crawling its way to his lips.

KUON WATARU took interest in your sport rather quickly, his face distorted in pain when he saw professional players receiving a 120kph ball with their forearms, without any protection. He’s always asking so much questions, such as "why aren’t they wearing knee pads ?? He’s gonna burn his skin, he’s dumb", or "your teammate should’ve sent you the ball. There wasn’t any opponent where you were, it was a stupid idea to send the ball on the left… yeah, there was a - what’s the name again ? - oh yeah, a middle ready to block them." He’s constantly judging other players, putting you on a pedestal. You’re the best player in the world in his eyes, and no one can change his mind. He’s always urging you to buy new knee & elbow pads when they’re a slightly bit damaged (actually, he’s not urging you to buy them. He’s directly buying them for you), he doesn’t want to take any risk when it comes to your safety or your body health. Speaking of body health, he’s the one who’s going to patch you up after each practice, scolding you for your lack of caring towards your own body. But he actually likes to play beach volleyball with you, you two make a good team ! He’s proud to brag about your volleyball skills to his friends each time he has the opportunity to do so.

"Good serve, babe !" You ran to Wataru to celebrate his fresh ace, the opponents sighing because of their mistake. You kissed his cheek, proud.

"The student has surpassed the teacher, I guess", he answered with a cocky grin.

"Clearly not."

[spicyspiders]

I saw your Eldritch König fic and it was soso good! Literally made my monsterfucker phase come backಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Btw could i request for something similar to that? Like Ghost x male reader but male reader is a werewolf? So like reader and Ghost are already together and Ghost knows reader is a werewolf, and maybe reader went in heat and Ghost is just coming back after a mission and when he came back he saw his partner in bed humping pillow and you put anything that happens next (i kinda prefer reader being bottom if you dont mind!^^) can you maybe add some breeding ment and belly bulge cus i like some good all size kink(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Thats all bye!!<33 (if this seems to much or you dont like it feel free to delete this!)

Didn't put any belly bulging, but there is a line about Ghost breeding the reader. There's also mention of self lubrication, so warning about that.

“Please stop looking at me like that.”

It was an awkward conversation when you first joined the force and they looked over your medical history. Well, Price had made it awkward. To you, it was simply your biology. 

Like the day you had that conversation, Price stood there red-faced. He still avoided your eye like that day when he spoke, “I’m just worried about you,” he said from where he sat on the corner of your bed. 

It made you itch in a way you usually did not react. An indicator that lets you know your heat will start soon. “How many times have I told you-”

“You’ll be fine. I know,” He held up his hands in surrender. “It’s my job to worry,” he finishes quietly. 

Your expression softens and you walk over to where he is and sit down beside him, “thank you for your concern, captain,” you let out a soft chuckle, “but this is not my first heat.”

Price looks over to you, a soft smile on his face, “I know,” he answers. 

You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze, trying to offer him a bit of comfort before what you’re about to say. “You should leave,” you take your hand away and it falls to your lap. 

The words make his face go a shade darker. He leaves quickly and locks the door when he’s on the other side. There were only a few doors on base that were able to be locked, this room being one of the few. It also had an attached bathroom, one that you went in when Price was gone. 

It probably wasn’t smart to take a hot shower with how your body temperature was about to rise due to the heat, but you knew it would make you feel better. Your body had already begun to ache and the hot water soothed your pain. 

You barely managed to towel off, and the clothes you pulled on soaked whatever moisture you had missed. Your body felt hot and heavy as you went through your routine of getting ready for bed, and by the time you left the steamy bathroom, the few steps from the light switch of the bedroom and then to your bed felt like a mile. 

You fell into a deep sleep once you were under your covers. 

When you woke up, you didn’t know how much time had passed, but you knew that your heat was here. 

Still alone, all you could do to get yourself some relief was to roll over onto your stomach. Your cock was already hard when you rolled your hips down into the bed, its friction being enough to pull a whimper from your throat. 

When you raised your hips back up, you could feel that there was a wet spot already in the front of the shorts you pulled on in the bathroom. Knowing that, you knew that your hole must be wet. 

Where was Ghost?

Your body made it easy for him. All he needed to do was unlock the door, pull your covers and pants away, and slide right inside. You wanted to reach back and drag your fingers along your hole, maybe press a few inside, but your limbs felt like they were stuck to the bed. 

Luckily, it only took a few thrusts of your hips into the bed for you to come. You felt exhaustion creep back in as you came down, and in a matter of a few short minutes, you were back asleep. 

Your body still felt heavy when you awoke the second time, but this time it was because of an added weight on top of you. You tried to struggle, but it was to no avail. 

Ghost hushed you softly before throwing your covers off, “I know what you need,” he whispered into your ear. You aided him in his task to pull your clothes off, raising your hips when needed. Your shirt posed a minor struggle, and you were surprised the man didn’t use one of his knives to cut it off. 

Ghost was back after a few seconds. You didn’t look to see what he was doing, but from the sound of it, he had pulled his clothes off and thrown them where yours were. 

You felt the bed dip and then two of his fingers were at your hole. Ghost’s fingers rubbed along the crack of your ass, gathering the slick that was already there. 

“I don’t need-” you tried to protest, but the other man cut you off. 

“You do now hush,” he responded back, leaving no room for argument. 

You still did, but you grumbled the words into your pillow so he wouldn’t hear. Your mind felt foggy, like you weren’t in control of your words. Your ears caught something along the lines of your mouth saying “you’re not that big.”

He definitely was. Ghost’s thick fingers were the perfect tool to prepare you for what was to come. They made quick work of pressing inside. He pushed them in, down to the final knuckle before angling them into your prostate. 

You didn’t know how many times they brushed against the bundle of nerves, but it was beginning to feel cruel when you felt a wave of heat rush over your body.

“Simon,” you hissed out, “now,” you said angrily. 

“Brat,” Simon said affectionately and placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck. When he pulled his fingers free, they were quickly replaced by the thick head of his cock. 

You let out a breathy moan as you felt your body let out a gush of slick, wetting the head of Simon’s cock as it trickled down your hole. 

Simon pressed inside slowly, chasing after the slick that was leaking out from your hole. It wasn’t as if you had claimed Simon or anything, but you always noticed how your body accommodated him. This wasn’t the first heat you had spent together, as shown by the key that was dangling from his neck onto the skin of your back. 

You just trusted Simon and he trusted you. Heat or no heat, it also helped that he was a good lay. 

You raised your hips up, meeting Simon’s to get his cock inside you faster. Once he bottomed out, your hips soon came back into contact with the bed as he rested all of his weight on top of yours. 

Normally, having him smother you would make you protest, but now, it only pulled an orgasm from you. You were vulnerable during your heat, so having his weight be in and on top of you, brought you an immense level of comfort and pleasure. 

“Fuck, did you just?” Simon groaned into your ear. 

“Fucking move Simon,” you bit out, as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

It didn’t really make much sense how once he began moving and his cock pulled yet another orgasm out of you in a few thrusts, a sudden burst of energy shot through you. 

You pulled your head up from the pillow, “off. Get off me,” you squirmed under his heavy weight, trying to buck him off. 

“You just told me to-” Ghost pulled his cock from your hole, and once he was out, you flipped over onto your back so you could roll him over. “This what you wanted?” He asked, his hands settling onto your hips, “you could’ve just told me,” he said, a smirk on his face. 

With one hand, you balanced yourself on his chest. Your other hand wrapped around his throat. The clench of your hole was tighter that your fingers around his throat as you sank down onto Simon’s cock. 

“You’re mine,” you said as you bounced up and down on his cock. You watched in satisfaction as he threw his head back into the pillow you were just on. You could feel the bob of his adam’s apple under your fingers as he swallowed. 

“Say it,” you commanded. You paused in your movement, clenching tightly around his cock. You moved your hand from his neck down to where your other one rested on his chest. You tweaked his right nipple in your fingers, twisting until it hardened into a dark nub. 

You left the other alone, instead, you placed one hand on his heart and moved your other hand down until it was wrapped around your cock. “I’m not going to move until you say it,” you said to Simon, stroking your cock slowly. 

“I’m yours,” Simon moaned out. 

Satisfied, you felt a slow smile stretch out your lips. “I’ll claim you when we’re home,” you said in a low voice. You took your hand from your cock and placed it back on his throat, tracing along the sweaty skin where you would place your claiming bite. 

Simon brought himself up until your chests were pressed together. When he swooped down to press his lips to yours, you realized that this was your first kiss of the night. You responded back eagerly. 

“I’ll breed you full when we’re home,” Simon whispered. He placed one hand on your stomach, spreading his fingers out so he could span the length of your belly. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “sounds like we’ll be busy,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

Simon nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away, “let’s just worry about right now,” he said. When his words were out, he started up a brutal rhythm. He thrust up into your body, his cock nailing your prostate. 

You panted into each other’s mouths, letting out occasionally grunts and moans. You clawed your nails down his back as his cock went in and out and in and out. You could feel warmth burn through your body as you chased after yet another orgasm. 

When it hit, your head fell back with a loud moan. Simon followed soon after, fucking up into your wet hole one last time before coming deep inside you. 

Simon fell back onto the bed and you followed him down, laying your sweaty body on top of his sweaty chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “is it all done?” He asked. 

“For tonight at least,” you responded tiredly. You could feel him press another kiss to your skin before you could feel his smile pressing into your skin, “stop smiling,” you snapped. 

Simon didn’t respond, only moved one of his hands that wasn’t running up and down your back to your ass to squeeze at one of the globes.

[harmonysanreads]

Can we get more yan vamp alhaitham? (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

About how he feeds on reader once he got the go signal, yk like his favorites spot to bite, how long and often does he feed, does he like to take it slow or make it fast and maybe like how he takes care of reader once he's done omg (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

I see you've fallen in brainrot hell as well :^ welcome welcome now I'm not alone anymore mwahahahaha

cw(s): yandere, blood, biting

art credit to MiotaWorks on Twitter

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Alhaitham restrained himself for as long as he could, not because your blood was unappealing (good heavens, no, he'd much rather consume a gallon of soup and die than utter such falsehood) but rather that he knew he wouldn't be able to stop should he even get a drop of a taste.

Despite all talk of the Vampire Lords' refined reign, Alhaitham knows that no matter the effort, in the end ; black takes no other hue. His stern countenance masks the greater proportion of his carnal urges but Alhaitham knows there slumbers a shackled avarice deep inside his psyche. He knows there looms an undeniable proprietorial shadow over anything that has the misfortune of attracting his attention. Keeping a human with such enticing blood at arms reach is, a stupid decision when he also doesn't intend to drink from them. Well, not as soon as you'd expect at least. Lest he scares you more and ruins the most vital step of his plan — no, that simply can't be allowed.

Fortunately for you, his hands aren't as calloused as his heart.

Regardless of where he decides to bite, he'll always have one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other on a pulse point (by the side of your neck or wrist), so that, he knows when to stop. Humans are fragile, this he'd cared enough to understand on a factual basis thus far. But, when he has you on his lap, teeth sunken deep into the soft flesh of your neck and the metronomic throb of your pulse against his thumb, slowing the longer he decides to feed — he finally manages to grasp the full extent of it and a part of him is terrified, perhaps for the first time.

Alhaitham treats you in a way his most valued book would be jealous of (if it could), with such delicacy even he was unaccustomed to. There is an unexpected beauty even in shattered glass, but the vampire does not want you broken and putty for him to rearrange as he pleases, that's not the you he's fallen beyond saving for. He wants you in your pristine entirety — complacent to the few of his vital orders but, the you that makes him believe this world isn't so wretched, nonetheless. Alhaitham's innermost desire is an unperturbed life achieved by the grandiose plan he's drafted and he loathes the possibility of it facing such ruination by a wee mishap of his, especially as it's clear to him that you're the final, missing thus far puzzle piece of it.

(More explanation on this in a later post.)

The most difficult part of any endeavor is getting started and for Alhaitham, that might've been his very first taste of your blood. You still think back to that moment and wonder what exactly compelled you to give him permission out of your own volition : was it that this.. creature had ultimately saved your miserable life and brought you in one far more comfortable and secure than you've ever had? Was it his patience and understanding that contradicted every perception you've had for his kind? Or, was it the gratitude built from all of Alhaitham's actions that urged you to bare your skin as he'd crashed onto the sofa beside you after disappearing for a week-worth mission, starved and ready to shrivel up should his much needed meal be delayed further?

Perhaps it's all of them, perhaps it's just your too-good-for-this-world heart that constantly makes you a target of people's greed. Whatever it was, matters no more since you're already too deep in Alhaitham's grasp. See, there's this thing many people delude ; when a vampire feeds, pain is not the only thing felt and when one drowns in those feelings for too long, they become their friend. You've sunken so far that the cause of that decision merely floats through your head ; but never have you wondered why a treasured and crucial vampire such as Alhaitham would ever starve out of nowhere or why his stock of blood at home had miraculously emptied before he left and soon enough, this itsy-bitsy clarity would be sullied, too.

As for the vampire in question, he'd taken much longer time exploring and getting accustomed to your physique. Finding weak points that'd make you whimper, shiver, whine ; elicit any kind of reaction for short and it's an experiment he doesn't mind — scratch that, looks forward to assess forever.

When he deems the timing appropriate, Alhaitham gets bolder ; biting just a little bit harder in harmless teasing or staying in that position without taking blood just to see what you'll do or say. Nothing that'll reduce you to crying or anything. There's an instance where it could happen though ; all it'd take is a mention of the outside world or your previous life — perchance curiosity overtakes you. Worry not, for Alhaitham will always pepper the hurt with kisses at the end.

As much as the vampire would love to sustain himself through your blood solely, he knows your body wouldn't be able to handle that. Your health and safety is his top priority, so he's content with getting a sip once a day (preferably before your bedtime). Once, you actually fell asleep from sheer lethargy on his bed and woke up to see an Alhaitham, still as a statue beneath your form ; he couldn't dare move a muscle because you looked so at peace :( After the blur of your flustered apologies passes, he insists you just sleep on his bed from now, saves you so much energy, no? Yet again, another step crossed from his list.

Alhaitham prefers drinking slow, undoubtedly. He's all the time in the world and with the limited amount he already takes, he wouldn't want even an atom to be wasted. As for his favourite spot to bite, he really doesn't mind as long as it's you. Leaning more towards the neck because he gets to hold you incredibly close and can hear your racing heartbeat. But, if you'd be generous enough to let him kneel down and sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your thigh — he'd be the happiest vampire ever. Hm, time will tell.

In summary, you don't need to fret over anything in Vampire Alhaitham's care ; as long as you abandon everything he deems unnecessary and as a hindrance, you'll be the happiest human as well.

[cho-aaacho]

(HC) How to make Albert Wesker Blushes

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Calling him by his pet name in public.

Awwwww, he'll be embarrassed and look so adorable with his rosy cheeks!

Gazing at his face while he talks with someone, maybe when he talks with his coworkers. He will be distracted by you and exhale to calm himself.

Holding his hand when he gets mad and gazing at him without expression, I'm sure he'll giggle and realize that anger doesn't solve anything.

Give him a small kiss on the cheek while he was working behind the computer; he would groan as if in pain and massage his temples.

Blow in his ear from behind, pinch his cheeks, or say corny things before bed.

Making a cute breakfast like cat-shaped bread and milk in a cute Godzilla glass.

If you make him a handmade bracelet with cat and Godzilla beads as a pattern, he will smile shyly at himself whenever he looks at it while typing on his computer.

Changed his wallpaper with a candid photo of him with a caption like...

Al-nyan Whiskas eating ice cream (*❛‿❛*)

Al-nyan Whiskas sleeping on the couch (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠) 

Al-nyan Whiskas, get ready to the office (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ 

This is Al-nyan Whiskas; he doesn't bite. \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

Making him a lunch box in a cute bento box, and sometimes using a pastel-colored bento box.

Chris will be laughing at him, and Albert will get embarrassed.

Chris : Hahaha, what this time? A bread with a dog shape?

Oh, shut up, Chris!?

He can't be angry at you because everything you do to him always makes him smile, even corny things.

Albert: Sweetheart, my love for you is unchanging. I don't need anything else because you have made me complete.

Now, you're the one who blushes.

A/N : I don't know if everyone loves this, haha. But I still have two drafted fanfictions and am about to upload them soon, so I wrote this to refresh my brain. Thank you for reading! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Hi hi, I noticed you had requests open. Could I please request a female!reader x Ellen from IHNMAIMS, (romantic) if that's not too much trouble? Thanks a lot if you do, but otherwise it's no biggie! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

My fading voice sings of love.

Ellen (IHNMAIMS) x Fem! Reader (romantic headcanons) Warning: mention of blood, torture, AM lol, sexual violence (nothing too graphic, just mentioning what Ellen goes through in the book), physical violence (reference to the men and AM only), and verbal abuse (the men again) Word count: 977

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The closeness Ellen has with you doesn’t vary while being stuck with AM. If you met before taking the group captive, she would view you as equally as if you met while being the AI’s prisoner.

If you met before AM’s gain of sentience, she would be more than grateful you lived, keeping a close eye on you with everything that happened. Paranoia got the best of her several times, but only early on, seeing what happened to Benny will change a gal. It’s only natural Ellen would try keeping you close.

If you met after AM found sentience, she would be grateful for another lady there. Ellen would treat you as kindly as she would any of the men, but her adoration would grow as time goes on.

The tenderness would be gradual, starting with basic care she had for everyone in the group, and then to holding each other out of comfort. Ellen would -of course- be worried you wouldn’t love her the way she loves you and would try keeping her care equal amongst the group. Though, you’d always notice how she would look away when you looked in her direction or smile more when you spoke.

She adores physical affection, especially kisses. Ellen likes when they hold meaning behind it, she’d keep you close in her arms as you rest for the night, gently kissing the scars left behind by the torture AM put you through. The bloody marks stung slightly by her kisses but you would accept it each time.

Speaking of torture, AM would specifically take you away and hurt you more just to watch her cry about what you endured. Ellen isn’t silent about her adoration of you and AM knows that. Though you had partially grown numb from the pain and torture with how long it’s gone on, Ellen will more likely sob harder than you ever will from the injuries that will never kill you.

She would have to deal with similar treatment, AM knew the domino effect that played out with you both. If you got tortured and hurt, Ellen would be heartbroken, and the same was for you. When you both were on the journey to the peaches, the figures brought her back, bloody and with broken bones. You had cried your heart out that day at the sight, even if there were worse moments when the treatment was beyond your own comprehension. Ellen naturally accepted your care, her body was weak but her grip on you never wavered. She’d mumble about how you shouldn’t cry and how everything was fine but wouldn’t deny you from tearfulness if you continued. She’d adore it the most when you gently run your hand over her back, avoiding the areas of contact when AM had hurt her.

Ellen never had a fondness for the men and their treatment of her, obviously. She had a care for them but it isn’t as strong as she had with you. It was common to find her going back to you when she would get hurt by them, whether that was vocally, physically, or sexually didn’t matter.

It’s more likely that you go through the same treatment since you’re also a woman and it would lead to more comfort from Ellen. It’s almost instinctual the way she would care for you the best she could, wiping the possible tears and sweat from your face once the event with one of the men was done, giving you a kiss when you felt it was right.

There aren’t many opportunities to be romantic with each other, so you’d both get spare time while the others were asleep. It was one of the only moments where fear wasn’t as present as other times, kept in each other's arms. The hold is unlike AM’s hold over you and her, like a bird in a cage. It was like a blanket, soft, gentle, and capable of leaving with a single push. But you both knew you wouldn’t leave each other's arms.

“You think AM isn’t looking?” You’d ask with a small smile. Ellen laid against your chest, her arms wrapped tightly around you. The silver flooring she laid on contrasting her red clothing. Her hands stroked your side, right where your ribs were. She was careful with her touches, you having been injured hours earlier by AM.

“Maybe not… why?” Ellen asked, tilting her head to look up at you, her lips curling up into a small smile. It was only seconds later that her lips felt the soft touch of yours. She doubted she would get used to your affection, even if 109 years had gone by.

Ellen will forever be a romantic at heart, she’ll pay attention to the dates AM would say and listen for valentines day. Of course, she would never get things that would work as gifts. Simple things like more physical and vocal affection would be prominent on the special day.

If you allowed her to, Ellen would care for you in basic ways outside of romantic ways. She would help you comb through your hair and put it into styles if it was long enough. You could request any style you could think of, and she would try her best. If you have similar coily hair to hers, she will spend some time doing smaller braids in your hair when there was nothing she could think of doing.

As time went on and you and the group went on the journey to find the canned peaches, she would talk about how she would feed you her can if you liked peaches the most. Ellen would go on about how (if you met after AM gained sentience) you could both have a romantic dinner with nice food, feeding each other the sweet fruits and getting something good to eat after 109 years.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Thank you for requesting and also being my first IHNMAIMS request!!!

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Hi this is me officially begging for some Ominis x reader blurb/fic ideas, please I want to write for him

Ominis finds out that MC hasn't been healing their wounds because they feel bad about hurting others (not intentionally, just the whole Ranrok situation and they feel that everything is their fault).

Ominis finds out by realising that MC has been acting strange and tries to stop them to talk, but they don't want to and try to get away, so he catches their wrist and MC hisses in pain, so he takes their arm in his hand to see what's wrong and why it hurt MC and feels countless cuts and wounds.

MC feels embarrassed and bad, so they try to get away, but his hold on them is firm.

Ominis asks what it is (the wounds) and they try to brush it off, but he's persistent.

Eventually Ominis explains to them how it's not their fault and makes them drink some Wiggenweld potions and helps them bandage the wounds (and it gets very cute and fluffy and wholesome).

So yeah, something like that if you want to ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

AHHHH we love us some good ole angst/hurt/comfort/fluff :) thanks so much for the request! If I'm honest, I got a bit carried away with this one, it was sort of therapeutic to write this sort of comfort. I hope I did it justice!

Ominis Gaunt x gn!Reader/MC

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Injuries (minor), guilt, self-destructive tendencies, overall just kinda heavy so watch out for that (but ends with some good fluff)

The sleeves of your robe brushed against your skin—even that light amount of pressure made you wince. But you pushed away the pain, instead focusing on the candle in front of you, blasting out a precise Confringo to just light the wick. The movement caused more brushing against your arms—it made the bruises in your side ache, too. That didn’t stop you from turning to the next candle, unleashing the spell once again.

Sebastian had been right about Confringo—it was a great spell. Wonderful for letting some of the fire inside out.

You knew you should leave the Undercroft soon, but the place had become a safe haven just like it was for the ones who showed it to you. Here, no one gave their condolences for Professor Figg. No one asked for more favors you simply couldn’t refuse. No one praised you for the destruction you had caused. It didn’t matter if all of it had resulted in saving Hogwarts, or the whole world, for that matter. Causing death and pain took a toll on one’s soul, even in self defense.

You sucked in a sharp breath as a twist of your arm pull a scratch the wrong way—you cursed quietly, not bothering to check if it was bleeding again or not. It didn’t matter to you.

To say you were avoiding people was an understatement. You took every opportunity to be alone you could find, skipping classes and meals, telling friends you had plans, running “errands” in the Highlands. You’d venture into the darker parts of the forest, daring any creature that stood in your way to challenge you. You always came out on top—but you always came home a bit more battered and scrapped up. You’d stopped taking potions or dressing your wounds. They didn’t matter to you. The pain didn’t matter. You couldn’t fix the destruction you’ve caused, why should you allow yourself the luxury of fixing yourself?

People had died for you. You didn’t deserve to feel whole.

There was the sound of clanging behind you—the unmistakable cacophony of someone entered the Undercroft. You lower your wand, glancing down quickly to make sure your cuts and scraps were covered. Looking up, you realized it didn’t matter either way as Ominis walked into the room.

He called out your name. “Are you in here?”

He held out his wand. There was no chance he didn’t sense you already. He was just doing you the service of allowing you to announce yourself.

“I’m here, Ominis,” you said.

“Merlin’s beard, it smells like fireworks in here,” he said, coming closer to you. You resisted your instinct to run—whether towards him or away from him, you didn’t know.

Truth was, of all the people you’d been avoiding, you’d missed him the most. He was the one you felt the most guilty lying to before slipping off. You felt like you were betraying the trust he put in you—something you should have honored, because Ominis Gaunt did not trust easily.

“I was just practicing Confringo a bit,” you said.

Ominis sighed, shaking his head. “I long for the day you and Sebastian tire of that spell.”

Silence hung in the air. You should talk to him. Ask how he’s been. Tell him how hopeless you felt. But that voice in the back of your head nagged you to run.

And just as you had at every turn leading up to this point, you listened.

“I should go,” you said. “I haven’t tended to my nifflers yet tonight, they’ll be angry at me.” You turned to leave, walking past him and towards the door.

“Wait a moment,” Ominis said. You stopped in your tracks. If it had been anyone else, you would have kept walking, but there was something about Ominis that made you want to stay. “I… you haven’t been acting yourself, lately. I’m… worried about you.”

You stayed frozen where you stood, pressing your lips together. He took a couple steps closer to you, hesitant, like you were a wild animal.

“Just… got a lot going on,” you said weakly. He was at your shoulder now. You had to escape. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

You took another step towards the door, but a hand wrapped around your wrist. You gasped as a sharp pain ran through you and you struggled to pull away, stopping when it only caused to sensation to worsen. Ominis’s hand trembled a bit, grip loosening, but not letting go.

“Wh-what was that? What happened?” There was panic in his voice. You didn’t want to hear it.

“Nothing,” you said, trying to catch your breath as the pain dulled again. “Nothing, Ominis, I’m fine, let me—“

But he stepped closer, dragging the sleeve of your robe up with his other hand, fingers tracing softly over the cuts and marks on your arm. His mouth dropped open and you tried with one final tug to free yourself from him, but he held fast.

He said your name softly. “What is this? Tell me.” It was was a demand, gentle but firm. It held a warning in the tone of it—don’t lie to me.

“I just... I needed to let off some steam, so I went to the Forbidden Forest to fight some spiders," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth.

Ominis sensed this immediately. "So why haven't you healed them yet?"

"Haven't gotten around to it." Your voice was hard, cold, daring him to push you further.

His hand traced up your arm once again, ghosting over the wounds. "Some of these are starting to heal on their own. They're days old--weeks, even."

"Leave it alone, Ominis," you spat back at him.

"I will not leave it alone!" he growled. "How could I not have noticed this? Is this why you've been avoiding everyone?"

"Well I couldn't bloody well go around looking like this, could I?" you said sarcastically.

"Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Ominis asked, voice raising. "You know better than this, why would you--"

"Because I don't deserve it!" you shouted. Your voice ached with emotion as you continued, trembling. "After everything that's happened--how could I deserve to be well? People have died for me, and I let it happen. How could I let myself carry on after all the pain I've caused? You could never under--"

But you stopped yourself, staring at the hardness that had overtaken Ominis's features. Of course he understood. Perhaps he was the one person who could.

"I dare you to finish that sentence." His voice was low and even. It cut you like a knife.

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered. The anger you felt only seconds ago had dissipated completely. "I wasn't thinking straight. I haven't been for some time now," you admitted.

"No, you bloody well haven't," Ominis said. He finally dropped your wrist, moving to place a hand to the small of your back as he led you to a crate to sit on. "If you had, maybe you would have come to someone who knows a thing or two about this sort of guilt."

He leaned forward, removing the robe from off your shoulders and down your arms before sitting beside you.

"I'm sorry," you said again, softer this time.

He let out a deep sigh, shoulders losing tension as the anger melted off of him. "You need to take care of yourself. Even when it doesn't feel like you should. Do you understand me?" His tone was gentle as held out his hand, face up. You placed your wrist in his palm.

"I-I know. It's just..." You trailed off, eyes closing to hold back tears. There weren't words to explain the tormented feeling twisting inside of you. But Ominis didn't push you to describe it--he knew it all to well already.

"You need to take some Wiggenweld. It's no use arguing--I know you have some with you."

You sighed but obeyed, digging through the pocket of your robes until you found one, uncorking the top and downing it. The sensation was familiar, even if you hadn't felt it in weeks; a slight tingle across your body, intensifying at the places where it healed wounds.

Ominis hummed softly, feeling some of the cuts and scraped vanish under his fingertips. "Some of these are a bit deeper. They'll take some time to heal on their own." He pulled out his wand, pointing it at your arm and saying "Ferula." You watched the bandages wrap around you as he moved to repeat the action on your other arm.

"Any more I should be concerned about?" he asked.

"No," you said honestly. "Those were the worst of them. I'm sure the rest of them were taken care of by the Wiggenweld."

Ominis nodded, sensing you were telling the truth. "I should really take you to Nurse Blainey. But... as long as you let me check on them, I'll be content."

"I suppose I can live with that," you said, offering a small smile.

He gave a huff, but you could tell it was a good natured one. "You better not get any new ones, or so help me I'll force Wiggenweld down your throat."

A true smile graced your face now. "Funny, I've missed your threats."

"If you hadn't been avoiding me, you wouldn't have anything to miss."

You didn't have a response to that. He was right, as he had been with many things that night. He shifted to face you more fully.

"I care about you, deeply. Perhaps... perhaps more deeply than I should." He paused after the admission. "But it doesn't matter to me if you share those feelings. What matters to me as that you take care of yourself, and allow others to help when you don't feel up to doing that task alone."

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He stiffened momentarily, surprised at your forward action. But then he relaxed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "For what it's worth," you said softly. "I do share those feelings. I... I can't promise to be perfect with what you ask of me, at least not right away. But I won't push you away again. I can promise that."

He smiled softly, bringing your hand up to press and soft kiss on the back of it. Your heart fluttered at the gentleness of his lips--after weeks of hardening yourself to everything around you, you found yourself ready to start opening up again.

You leaned your head on Ominis's shoulder and let that night be the first step in the right direction.

[thewailingbells]

Hi I was wondering if I could request a shy/quiet female Reader who has a hard time sticking up for herself like she's a huge pushover (like myself) paired up with Caleb Quinn.

And also I just want to say I really like your work (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Deathslinger With a Pushover Reader

AN: I’m so happy someone sent in a request for Deathslinger I’ve been absolutely obsessed with him lately! I’m also so glad that you like my work!

He sees everything. Even when you think he’s not looking, he is.

Caleb sees you giving your med-kit to fully healed survivors despite you needing it. He sees when you give them your shiny new toolbox despite you wanting to use it. All for your teammates to leave you hanging on a hook.

Caleb hates when good people like yourself get walked all over. That being said, he does like minding his own business. He has enough problems himself, he doesn’t need your issues too. At least that’s what he tells himself.

The next trail you’re in with him he sees one of your fellow survivors forcing you to give up your brand new toolbox that is in perfect condition.

“I really wanted to use my toolbox this match,” you meekly told your teammate.

“I’ll give you my toolbox.” They quickly ripped yours from your hand and gave you their broken-down one.

Caleb had enough. After he saw that he swiftly pulled you into him using his redeemer. He gently grabbed the back of your head and whispered in your ear. “They’re not your friends, you know. They don’t care ‘bout you. I want you to go over there and get your toolbox back. If you don’t, I’ll kill you next time I see you. You hear?”

You didn’t know what terrified you more, the Deathslinger killing you or having to get your toolbox back. You quickly realized which one would be more painful.

You managed to find your teammate again. “Ummm, I need my toolbox back please.”

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I want my toolbox back please.”

Your teammate just laughed. “No. I’m using it. You gave it to me. It’s mine now.”

“No. It’s mine! Give it back!”

Unbeknownst to you, Deathslinger was watching the entire thing go down. He was standing behind you, keeping himself hidden behind a large rock. He heard you trying and he was damn proud. The arguing went on for another minute or so and Caleb knew you weren’t going to get the toolbox back. So he took matters into his own hands.

He peaked out from around the rock and pointed his gun directly at your teammate. Their eyes widened at the sight. They quickly gave you your toolbox and ran away. Caleb just laughed to himself and walked off.

You smiled and ran to go find Caleb. He was on one of the far-away sides of the map when you found him.

“Deathslinger! Deathslinger I did it! I got it back!”

He smiled at you. “Good job. Knew you could do it. I got a little present for you.”

Caleb then moved out of the way to reveal the hatch behind it. “Come on now. You deserve it.”

You giggled and gave him a big hug. “Thank you!” You quickly jumped down into the hatch. Yeah, he definitely liked you.