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Too Sweet - Ch. 1 (Cooper Howard x Reader)
A settler selling wares in Filly catches The Ghoul's eye. Inspired by a Tumblr post asking for an angst fic to Hozier's Too Sweet.
1,753 words | [AO3] No warnings yet, only innocent flirting. Banner from @eupheme
The first time he spots you, Cooper thinks nothing of it. Sure, you look a little less worn down compared to the usual rabble roaming Filly. Certainly scrubbed a little cleaner than most but so were the rest of your companions. The lot of you are a curiosity for sure, but he's seen plenty of attractive women over the ages and known a handful carnally. He's not the sort of man to let a pretty face distract him. No, you don't get a second glance from the ghoul as he goes about his business.
It's not until your laughter catches Cooper by the ear that he starts paying attention. Jerks his head right round at the sunny sound, attention diverting from the bounty board as he watches you engage with a customer. You laugh again, a merry delight that lights your face right up while the elderly woman you're chatting with laughs along. She's made brighter for being so close to you while you've suddenly become the sun in Cooper's eyes. A brightness he has to squint at when he looks over again to drink you in. His long-dead heart decides that it's about time to do a little flip.
That's a sensation he's not keen on feeling. Cooper hums under his breath, frown settling on his worn lips. He tugs the brim of his hat lower, turning away as he tries to focus on the task at hand. No good can come of fancying any sort of infatuation on a smoothie like you. You're not the sort of creature deserving of the trouble he could bring.
Yet Cooper finds he can't quite help himself. Wasteland life is full of little pleasures and looking at you sure counts as a bit of pleasure. Why not indulge?
The rest of the day as he sits waiting for a client to show, his eyes flicker over you. Wherever you're from, it's certainly kinder to you than what most folks in the Wasteland see. You almost look as soft as some fresh-faced Vaultie, but he can see that your hands are well-worn as you exchange produce for caps. A farmer of sorts. Homesteader.
He listens with a keener ear to the gossip swirling about you and those in your group. A little settler band situated out east, closer to the mountains and closer to what manages to grow green. He picks up that your lot wanders in every few weeks with produce to sell, or trade to stock up the settlement the collective group runs.
Idly, he wonders what horseshit sort of ideology your commune might be sunk into, but if you're looking to spread a new sort of gospel none of your ilk seem keen on sharing it here. You're a welcome addition to the economy of Filly and it's clear that many enjoy the taste of hope this band of settlers bring in with their harvest. Cooper figures that's indoctrination enough from the harsh reality the Wasteland offers up.
Cooper finds himself wandering over to Ma June's place under the pretense of stocking up on supplies. There's suspicion in her eyes as he drops his intended purchases onto the counter but that's not out of the ordinary. There's always suspicion in the looks Ma June gives him, but she'll take his caps all the same.
"Say, now what's with that group of lil' farmers hauling in their produce like that? Can't imagine those soft-lookin' sorts making their way all the way here unmolested," he drawls out. His smile is crooked as Cooper counts through his caps to pay.
"Settlers, but the well-armed sort. No point in trifling with them. Too well-liked here for their fresh food supply they haul in," Ma June pulls the caps towards her, gaze fixed on the ghoul as she mutters. "They'll trade with ya, but keep out of their business. Ya hear?"
A hum escapes Cooper as he considers this, leaning onto the counter while glancing out the dusty window towards where you stand at the stall. He casually stashes his purchases into his saddlebag while going on conversationally. "Well- Is that so? They a regular sort of fixture here in Filly now?"
"Have been setting up that stall going on half a year now. Surprised you've yet to come across 'em. Best cherry tomatoes you'll find in the Wasteland." Ma June eases back, arms crossing over her chest as a sour look settles in place on her worn face.
Another speculative hum escapes Cooper as he digests this information before he tips his hat to Ma June and goes on his way. Which happens to lead him straight to your stall.
Once there, Cooper casually plucks up potatoes, a handful of cherry tomatoes, and okra. All of it looks as vegetables should, the sort he would have found at the grocery store before everything went to shit.
"How much for this lot?" He sets the small bounty atop the open space on the stall. Cooper gives you his Hollywood smile that would charm the pants off of any woman in bygone days, except now his face is a leathery wreck and his teeth are yellowed with age. Most people instantly flinch away in disgust.
Not you.
You smile like the morning sun towards him as you step closer while dusting your hands off on your pants. The bit of dirt smeared on your face only seems to enhance your features in Cooper's eyes. The look you give him is almost shy once you meet his gaze, smiling warmly up to him.
Cooper finds that curious. He's familiar with a scowl or grimace of disgust when anyone looks him in the face, but here you are gracing him with an easy smile. A customer is a customer, he figures, and he'll do well enough. Yet, your friendliness doesn't feel like an act. Even after all these years, Cooper Howard still can clock other actors.
"Fifteen caps for the whole lot, but I'll throw in an extra sweet potato for the smile." You wink. Wink right at him as your smile grows. "They're good for ya, handsome." You add casually, the smile tugging up further into a cheeky grin. Your expression shifts. Playful. Coy. Interested.
Ain't that something? Cooper doesn't falter at the full force of your attention. He's too old and worn for that, but he sure does grin right back with a twinkle in his eye. Even an old ghoul like him can enjoy a pretty thing like you openly flirting with him.
Now that he’s heard it, Cooper decides your voice is sweet as a silver bell. The sort of soothing tone that reminds him of rain softly pelting a windowpane. It's the sort of sound that makes him wish to stay and listen for a while, tucked into the warmth that he suddenly wants you to offer up. He wants to get you talking to hear more. Wonders how he can coax you into a conversation.
That’s a fucking stupid idea. Cooper mentally shakes himself free of the passing fancy, head tilting ever so slightly as he peers down at you from the shadow of his hat. "Mhm. Ain't trying to get me hooked now are you, sweetheart?
"Something like that."
“Well now, reckon vegetables ain’t the worst sort of vice a man can get lost in.” Cooper still can’t help himself. He lets his eyes wander right down your body before flicking back up to your face, what sort of vice he’s pondering made clear.
That flush on your cheeks blooms all the hotter as you laugh for him, the sound an utter delight when directed his way. You smile, sweet and shy now as you pluck up a hefty sweet potato to set beside the rest of his purchases.
“Oh, well-” You start, stop with a small shake of your head as you smile all the wider. Utterly disarmed.
Cooper counts out the requested coin with a speculative hum, mirth sparking in his eyes as it seems he’s rendered you speechless. It’s down-right adorable if he’s being honest with himself. You’re a right little temptation he’d like to play with further. A dangerous thought.
Setting the coins onto the counter, he's swift in sweeping up his new bounty and stowing it all away into a pouch within his saddle bag. This close you're too bright and Cooper knows he's in trouble. Best to break away before you pull him into your orbit in full.
“You take care of yourself now, sweetheart,” Cooper drawls. He tips his hat towards you and turns away with spurs clicking. You watch him go, cheeks still flaming.
You know who he is. The Ghoul, the most famous Bounty Hunter the radiated Wastelands has to offer. You've heard all the rumors and truer tales about him all your life but nothing could prepare you for seeing him in the flesh. A dangerous sort of creature. A man who always brings his bounty in.
You'd been watching him all day, stealing glances as you work. Now that you've seen him up close and personal? You're down-right fascinated. He’s nothing like the monster the stories painted him out to be. At least, he certainly wasn’t monstrous to you. There’s something captivating about him. Charming, even.
You’ve seen ghouls before, of course. You know their kind as some live on the settlement with you. The majority end up shambling and ungainly, limbs no longer listening as the radiation rot wars with their regeneration abilities. A confusion that makes most of them uncoordinated and awkward in their transformed bodies, but The Ghoul? He’s got a swagger to his step that reminds you of those cowboys you’ve seen on ancient holotapes.
He’s been lurking at the edge of your awareness all day, your head cocking in his direction to listen to the cadence of his voice as he bartered for bullets and talked business outside of the bar over yonder.
A thrill had jolted through you the moment he started to move towards your stall. The nervous energy thrumming through you had been made all the worse when you met The Ghoul’s gaze for the first time. A woman could find herself lost in such eyes and you’d certainly tripped right into them. Boldly meeting this stranger’s gaze and enjoying every second his attention was on you.
Shame he left so quickly. You sigh, turning back to count out bottlecaps he’d left as you turn your attention back to work. Best not to think about it. You’re unlikely to see that legend ever again.
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Konig x Reader: Fucking You to Sleep
All credit goes to @legitchase for this lovely idea! I had so much fun writing this, please send me requests if yall want to see more!!!
Summary: from @legitchase
"Ok ok hear me out new COD MEN idea
You and your cod man, you two came from a mission he is still sort of energetic while you are really exhausted.
As you two lay in bed he softly grinds against your ass so you gave him permission to fuck into you softly as you went to sleep, making little moans in you sleep as you man makes you feel so great while drifting off to sleep"
Warnings: smut, somewhat somnophilia but consensual, fingering, slight edging, p in v, size kink, stomach bulge, google-translate German, writer never played COD :(
Konig opened the door to your shared room, stretching his limbs and sighing. "Scheiße, it's good to be back." he strode inside, heading straight to the small coffee pot the both of you had stolen from the mess hall. He started making coffee, stretching out his left hip, then his right.
You trudged into the room, bags under your eyes, muscles sore, and shoulders slumped. Your feet dragged underneath you as you closed the door behind you. Tired was an understatement - you were exhausted to the point that you were perfectly content to pass out on the cold ground and call it a night.
The mission had gone smoothly, almost as perfect as one could ask for. Konig had been positioned near the outskirts of the field, obediently waiting for the hostages to be delivered to the pick up point. You, on the other hand, had been involved in clearing the way to the hostages, as well as the path to Konig's group. You had shot, stabbed, kicked, and punched so many enemy soldiers, sometimes fighting two at once. Your mind was overworked as well as your body, and you had a few sore spots from the occasional soldier that had landed a hit on you. You never got the chance to sleep on the way back - and your body was about to make that happen, whether you were in a bed or standing up.
Konig pulled off his sniper hood, watching with a smile as you dragged yourself to the bed and flopped onto it. He chuckled. "Schatz, aren't you ecstatic? You did a great job out there!"
"M-hmph..." you muttered, your face smushed into the pillows. You sank your muscles into the mattress, groaning in both relief and pain. If only KorTac hadn't deemed the massage therapist unnecessary...
You heard the coffee dripping into the pot, followed by Konig's heavy footsteps. He crouched down, gently turning your head so he could look at your face. You kept your eyes closed.
"Engel, are you tired?" he asked sarcastically, caressing the side of your face. His head was slightly tilted to match your eye level.
You huffed sarcastically. "Just a 'lil bit." you mumbled. You opened your eyes, meeting Konig's piercing blue ones. He had a small pout on his lips.
He ran his large hand down your shoulders, squeezing the muscle gently. You whined squeezed your eyes shut at the painful relief, furring your brow as he kneaded away. He moved down to your arm, skillfully massaging it with his calloused hands. He landed on your hand, taking it between both of his and flexing your fingers, rubbing each knuckle tenderly. You hummed in appreciation.
You opened your eyes again, noticing Konig's pupils had widened the slightest bit. Oh no... nope, nope nope. You thought. You were WAY too tired to give him what he needed right now. Not that you were ever unwilling to be his fuck toy when he wanted it - you just didn't know if you could stay awake for it.
"So schön, meine Liebe..." So beautiful, my love... He muttered. You felt his breath on your face as he planted a kiss to your forehead.
"You think this is beautiful?" You asked with a smirk. "You're a simple man, Konig." You smushed your face back into the pillow, ignoring the desperation in his eyes.
"Why don't you go get a shower, hmm?" He said, rubbing the palm of your hand. "I can grab us food from the mess hall - you can stay here and unwind."
You hummed and nodded in response. Konig pulled your hips to sit you upright, kneeling himself between your legs. Your head rolled to the side, unable to even hold it upright for long from the soreness. Konig gazed up at you lustfully. You pretended to ignore it and yawned instead.
He squeezed your hips once before moving away, letting you stand up. "I'll have some coffee first, then I'll go. You wash up."
You slipped off your boots and haphazardly dropped them by the edge of the bed. As you made your way to the bathroom, you heard Konig scoff, as he moved your shoes and placed them next to his, perfectly aligned and neat. You chuckled.
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The entire bathroom was filled with steam. You had the water as hot as it could possibly be. It beat fiercely against your muscles - exactly what you needed. Your braced your hands against the wall in front of you, savoring every sting and ache of the hot water against your skin. You didn't even have the energy to actually bathe yourself at the moment. You would attempt that in a little bit. For now, you soaked up the heat from the shower, letting it seep into your bones.
You heard the bathroom door creak open, then it shut. Konig hummed as he moved on the other side of the curtain. You assumed he just needed something and would leave in a moment. He rustled around for a bit, the sound of fabric hitting the ground, followed by his feet quietly slapping against the tile floor.
Moments later, he threw the shower curtain back.
"Holy shit!!" you exclaimed, jumping further into the shower, startled. "The hell - I thought you went to the mess hall?!"
Konig casually stepped into the shower with you, his eyes flickering over your naked body. "I was going to, but I probably need a shower too." He closed the curtain behind him. "Why waste the water, since you're getting one already?" He smirked mischievously.
"Konig, there's hardly any room in here for both of us." You stated. You were crammed against the shower wall, purposefully avoiding looking at his obvious hard-on. It rested against your stomach as he stared down at you, eyes half-lidded in lust. Your hands rested on his chest as you tried to create space between the two of you, although you didn't mind his muscular body being pressed into yours.
He ignored your protest. "Liebling, you haven't even bathed yourself." He said, running his hands down your back. "Let me help you, bitte? You just relax, I'll wash you."
You wanted to say no, since you knew where it would lead, and you were too drained to even think of it. But it was hard to deny Konig, especially as he ran his soap-lathered hands over your arms, delicately massaging the muscles under your skin. You let out a long sigh, leaning into his touch as he masterfully worked the knots out of your shoulders, your flanks, and then your hips, lingering there a while longer. His hands combined with the hot water and the smell of the soap... your mind was practically numb under his touch. You felt yourself relax more and more as he worked the tension from your body.
Konig stared down at you, pupils blown wide. You were the kind of person to get all shy when you were naked, even though the two of you had been together for a while now. But here, in your tired state, you wordlessly submitted to him. You had come back from the mission as a hard, cracked, and dry wad of clay, and Konig was using his large hands and the hot water to mold you into what he wanted. His cock was painfully hard at the thought of you, too tired to fully push him away from you, forced to give in to his advances as he fucked you in the shower wall. You're muscles were too sore for you to fight back - he would slam himself into you until you passed out from exhaustion, your overworked little body trembling and twitching as he held you against the tiles. Your little throat would barely be able to whimper his name out.
Just the thought of him fucking you to sleep was making precum drip from his cock. It rested heavily against your back as he was running his hands down lower, squeezing out the tension from your muscles. You involuntarily let out a soft moan - the feeling of his hands was soothing, comforting... and also getting you aroused. As tired as you were, every grip from his fingers sent pleasure shooting from your core to your chest. You felt his cock twitch at your moan.
You lazily tilted your head back against his chest, looking at him through your lashes with a soft smile. He smiled back, desire settling in his lower abdomen. He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head. Slowly, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest.
"Mein süßes mädchen..." My sweet girl... whispered, lips pressed to your head. "How about I make you feel good, yes?" His free arm climbed up your abdomen until it reached your breasts, grabbing the left one and massaging it between his fingers. "You did so well earlier - I want to reward you for it." He rolled your nipple between his fingers and tugged at it.
You arched your back against him, mewling and whining. His fingers were massaging the flesh of your stomach and pinching and pulling at your nipple... it felt so good, you would have let him take you then and there. But the more aroused you felt, the more you noticed how tired you were. "Konig, baby, can - can we please do this in the m-morning?" You whimpered out.
Konig groaned, half aroused, half frustrated. "I promise I can be gentle, schatz. I won't make you cum too much." He started grinding his cock along your ass, his arm squeezing tightly around your waist. His dick throbbed, aching to feel your cunt squeezing him tight.
You exhaled a shaky breath, before gathering your resolve and turning to face him. He let out a soft moan as your skin dragged along his cock as you spun. He gripped your shoulders tightly as you looked him in his eyes.
"Tomorrow morning, love." You gently held his face between your hands, smiling. "I promise. I'm just too tired tonight." You pulled his head down to plant a long kiss on his lips. He groaned against your mouth, before a sigh escaped through his nose.
He pulled back, caressing your face with his thumb. "Alright. Tomorrow then. Let's get you cleaned for now, and then some dinner, yes?"
The both of you continued to shower, Konig insisting on washing your hair. You stood with your eyes closed, basking in the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp. You were starting to get frustrated yourself, between feeling both aroused and sleepy. But you focused on the feeling of his hands on your hair and the water hitting your skin (or whatever skin it could reach - Konig took up most of the stream).
Konig did his best to focus on washing your hair and body. His eyes kept wandering over your silhouette from above, cock throbbing as he watched the water running down your breasts, to your pussy, and then trailing off down your thighs. He pushed his desires away, concentrating on taking care of you.
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After your shower, Konig had left to grab some food, while you dried your hair and slipped into your night clothes - which consisted of your underwear and one of Konig's army-green t shirts. When he returned with some protein bars and bananas (the mess hall's only options since it was after hours), he faltered as he caught a glimpse of you. You were seated at the edge of the bed, practically swallowed in his shirt, nipples threatening to poke holes in it. You smiled gratefully at him. Despite having his sniper hood back on, you could see the tinge of pink in his face, as he quickly looked away.
The two of you ate your food, Konig splayed out in a chair across the room, sniper hood on the desk next to him, you still sitting on the edge of the bed. You talked about the mission, it's faults and it's victories, Konig saying that he would have preferred that you were the one to stay at the pick up point, and he should have gone to retrieve the hostages.
He always did that - he would complain after the fact that your team's captain would consistently put you in the more dangerous situations, rather than having you on the safer end of things. Konig would have even preferred if he could have been there with you, but that's never how it was. Either you were both in dangerous situations on opposite sides of the field, or it was just you, and he was forced to wait on the sidelines, far away from the danger. He never doubted your skill, and he would never try to hold you back. But he wished that you could be closer to him than the danger. You found it sweet, but preferred it this way. Better you close to the danger than Konig - you would never live if something had happened to him.
And if something happened to you, neither could he.
After dinner, Konig changed into sweatpants, opting to sleep shirtless. ("You're wearing my shirt, after all.") You climbed onto the bed, feeling Konig settle in behind you, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You held it tightly and intertwined your legs with his. His warm breath fell against the back of your head as he nuzzled into your hair, which still smelled like your shampoo.
You felt safe. Finally home, finally in your bed, with your Konig. His hold on your body felt protective, something you didn't have the luxury of feeling for the entire mission. You were finally able to relax. You sighed contentedly... the cool sheets, Konig's strong arms, the rise and fall of his chest, the fact that you could sleep in tomorrow morning... It soothed you, and you let the wave of sleep slowly begin to pull you under, bit by bit.
Konig let out the smallest, quietest whine. He knew you were tired. He didn't want to disturb you. But he was still hard from earlier. His cock was so swollen and painful, he was going insane. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, especially not with your pussy just a few pieces of fabric away. He pawed at the flesh of your abdomen, using his other hand to rub down your thigh. Slowly, he began pushing his clothed cock against your ass.
You stirred; you had been on the brink of sleep, when you felt Konig kneading your stomach and grinding against you. You recognized the heat pooling in your pelvis, letting out a small whimper. "Konig, please..." you begged - not entirely sure if it was for him to stop, or to move faster.
"I'm sorry, prinzessin..." he said desperately... "I can't help it, I... mph, I'm going insane... I need to feel you around me, please?" He was now pathetically humping your ass, already pulling down his sweats until he was just in his boxers. You felt his pulsing, warm cock pressed up against you. "Bitte, liebe..." he began kissing your neck, right in your sweet spot.
You moaned lazily. "I'm just too tired, I'm sorry-"
"Schatz, you don't need to do anything." he cut you off with desperation in his voice. "Let me take care of you, bitte... you don't have to lift a finger. I just need to be inside of you right now... please, please..."
His hands groping your waist, his breath on your neck, his lips sucking at your skin... and his pathetic begging, won over your better judgement. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold him off in your current state, and he would end up taking what he wanted anyways. And despite being so tired, you were still aroused... Would you really be able to fall asleep if you deprived yourself? "Alright, love."
"You sure?" he answered immediately, whining needily.
"I'm sure."
And that was all he needed. Placing a kiss to the back of your head, Konig carefully removed your panties, letting them hang off of one of your ankles. With one hand, he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his cock and letting it slap against your ass. He moved his hand from your stomach down to your pussy, prodding at your clit with two fingers. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling a mix of soreness and wetness, as he rubbed your swollen bundle of nerves between his fingertips.
"So fucking wet for me..." he groaned in your ear, "... even when you're tired, you're so needy." He slipped a finger past your clit, running it along your lips. You didn't have the energy to buck against him - instead, you tilted your hips back, trying to angle yourself to feel as much pleasure as possible. He teased you, prodding the tip of his finger just past your lips, before pulling it back. You whined, your juices spilling over his hand as your arousal grew even more.
"Please, Konig..." you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite the desire settling in your stomach, you could feel yourself being pulled back into sleep. Your moans were lazy and low, and your body was limp in his arms.
"I know, love, I know..." he whispered in your ear. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked your wetness that coated his fingers. He groaned, savoring the taste, his erection twitching painfully. "I'm going to fuck you to sleep, liebling. You deserve it, you worked so hard... Just let me take care of you, alright?" He dipped his fingers back down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles with the pad of this thumb.
You couldn't answer him. Instead, weak, soft whimpers fell from your lips, followed by the quiet clicking sounds of his fingers teasing your cunt, finally dipping inside. A pang of pleasure shot from your core, and your walls instinctively clenched around him, sucking him deeper into you. You pathetically mumbled in pleasure as he slowly dragged his fingers in, and out, and in, and out...
Konig kissed the side of your neck as your moans enticed him, making his length drip with precum as he continued to grind against your ass. He felt your walls tightening around his fingers, greedily sucking on him. He spread his fingers and pushed them against your walls, curving one of them just right to hit your sweet spot. You whimpered and rocked your hips lazily, trying to push him deeper into you.
"Hmm, look at you..." he whispered low in your ear, followed by a soft kiss on your temple. "I thought you were sleepy, mein engel..." he teased. You whined, barely audible, as more and more of your juices dripped onto his palm. "So helpless, so fucking small in my hands..." he pumped his fingers faster, flicking his thumb back and forth over your clit.
You felt the familiar coil tightening in your lower abdomen, and at the same time, you knew you were drifting off to sleep. You moaned as he continued to finger-fuck your cunt, unable to produce more than a high-pitched cry. Your thighs weakly rubbed together as your impending orgasm built in your core.
"Konig, please, bitte, bitte, bitte..." you babbled quietly, your consciousness drifting as your walls began fluttering around his fingers.
Your pleading in German stirred a fire in Konig's abdomen. He growled low, "Gutes verdammtes mädchen, das ist es..." Good fucking girl, that's it... He flicked your clit harder, relishing in the small, high whimpers that sent an electric shock through his core. He snaked his other hand under your side, coming around to gently squeeze at your throat. "Komm für mich, meine müde Prinzessin..." Cum for me, my tired princess... he grunted as he drove his digits into your pussy, curling them to prod against your g-spot. "That's it... yes, yes, yes..."
Your hips instinctively rocked against his fingers, mind going numb as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your one hand grabbed the one of Konig's that was deep in your cunt, pawing helplessly at his forearm. Your legs began to shake as the pleasure overtook you, making you mewl and whine. Your slick flowed freely over his fingers and into his palm, and you heard him growl and felt his cock twitch against your ass. You closed your heavy eyelids, his hand still firm around your throat, feeling yourself drift into the ecstasy...
Konig continued to flick your clit, hoping to overstimulate you for a while longer, until he felt your body go limp in his arms. Your legs were still shaking from your orgasm, but the rest of your muscles were slack against him. He smiled proudly to himself, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He felt your walls clench one more time around him, as if they didn't want to let him go. He brought his fingers up and once more licked your cum off of his hand, making sure none of it was wasted. He softly moaned at your taste.
"Oh, liebling..." he said lowly, "I'm not finished with you yet." He used his wet hand to pump himself a few times - his cock ached under his touch, red and hot and desperately needing relief. "I said I was going to fuck you, and you're going to take every inch..." he pulled himself down the bed slightly, so that your dripping pussy was positioned right above his swollen member. "... even in your dreams."
With both hands on your hips, he slowly guided himself into your cunt. He stopped halfway, hearing you whimper in your sleep, your brow furrowed in pleasure. Your eyes remained closed, but your mouth parted slightly, sucking in a short breath.
Konig absentmindedly shushed you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "I know, schatz..." he said shakily, "I know, I know... you can take it, you're such a good girl, I know you can." He groaned lazily, feeling your walls stretch slightly around him, and he pushed the rest of his length into your cunt. His exhale caught in his throat, and his fingers gripped the flesh at your hips, sure to leave marks in the morning.
Your hips bucked slightly as your pussy squelched, trying to make room for all of him as Konig was balls deep inside of you. He panted, sweat covering his entire body. Your wetness felt so good as he twitched inside of you. Slowly, as he was trying to be considerate of your sleeping form, he ground his hips into you. He moved one hand to the front of your abdomen, feeling around until he found the buldge pressing forward in your stomach. He growled when he touched it, imagining his big cock barely fitting into your tight cunt. He pressed his hand down onto the bump, and your body reacted, shivering around him.
He stuttered in pleasure, biting his lip to keep his moans at a low volume. The quiet sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy echoed through the room, accompanied by his rhythmic grunting and your weak whimpers. His cock throbbed inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure through his lower abdomen with each thrust. His face was flushed and his pupils were blown wide as he huffed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling sweet nothings in German into your ear.
He felt himself teetering closer to his orgasm - the sounds of him fucking you to sleep, the feeling of the mixed juices coating his cock and his thighs, your high whines and mewls, the lingering taste of your cum on his tongue... He was so close to the edge, desperately trying to hold himself back as to not disturb you, and to last a few moments longer...
"I'm gonna fucking breed you, liebe..." he mumbled, whimpering as his orgasm approached quickly. "... gonna fucking fill you up, and there's not a damn thing you can do... Scheiße, so fucking tight... You take my cock so well, meine gute kleine Schlampe..." My good little slut... He felt your walls clenching rhythmically around his member, and your whimpers got higher and higher, your back arching against his as a second orgasm overcame you.
He felt his cock twitching, and a cord in his lower abdomen snapped. "Fuuuck, liebe, take it, take it, fucking take it, Scheiße..."
His thrusts became shallow and sloppy - he sank his teeth into your neck as an attempt to quiet his grunts and whimpers as he pounded into you, his cum spurting through his cock, filling up your cunt. "Mph, scheisse!" he whined into your neck. He rode out his orgasm, the room filling with sloppy squelching as his cum seeped out of you, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets.
He felt your body relax once more, his own muscles going limp around you. He lazily ground his hips into your ass, his cock still embedded in your cunt, now going soft. He gently thumbed his cum back into your pussy, pushing it in between his member and your lips. He sighed contentedly, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you closer onto him. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, feeling the layer of sweat that covered you both.
"Du bist mein perfektes Mädchen..." You are my perfect girl... he mumbled into your ear, planting a kiss on the top of it. You stirred gently, your hips briefly moving away from his. He gently held you down on his cock. "No, schatz..." he hummed, eyes closing, "... I want to stay in this warm, sweet pussy of yours... oh, verdammt, I've missed you... I'll never let you go for so long again..."
He placed one last kiss to your neck, before hugging you tighter, his length still buried deep inside you. As he drifted off to sleep, he had one last thought. "Don't think I forgot your promise for tomorrow morning, liebling..."
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Nurtured Hearts [Daryl Dixon]
pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader
warnings: none; fluff, comfort
As the winds howled outside the safe haven of their camp, Daryl Dixon sat by the flickering fire, his eyes fixed on the dancing flames. The apocalyptic world had hardened him, but deep inside, he longed for a connection that went beyond survival. Little did he know, that connection was about to find him.
Y/N, a survivor with a spirit unbroken by the challenges they faced, caught Daryl's attention as she went about her daily tasks. Her determination and kindness touched him in ways he couldn't explain. One night, as the group settled in for a restless sleep, Daryl noticed Y/N shivering under her thin blanket.
Without a word, he retrieved an extra blanket and draped it over her, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, and in that instant, a spark ignited between them.
Days turned into weeks, and their bond deepened. Daryl found himself drawn to Y/N's strength and resilience, yet he also recognized the vulnerability that she tried to hide. One evening, as the group shared stories around the campfire, Daryl caught Y/N stifling a yawn. Without thinking, he gently urged her to lie down, arranging the blankets around her like a protective cocoon.
"Rest, Y/N," he murmured, his voice surprisingly soft.
Y/N couldn't help but smile at his unexpected tenderness. In a world where affection was a rare commodity, Daryl's actions spoke volumes. As she drifted off to sleep, Daryl remained by her side, watching over her like a guardian.
As their relationship evolved, so did Daryl's gestures of care. He would return from his hunts with small gifts—a flower he had found, a hand-carved trinket—tokens of his growing affection. And on particularly tough nights, when the weight of the world seemed unbearable, Daryl would hold Y/N close, his arms a steadfast refuge from the darkness outside.
Their camp became a sanctuary for their budding love, a place where they could momentarily forget the dangers that lurked beyond its boundaries. One rainy afternoon, as Y/N sat reading a tattered book, Daryl approached with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a sheltered spot, away from the rain.
"Figured you could use a break," he grumbled, though his eyes revealed his true intentions.
Y/N laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "You're a tough one to read, Daryl Dixon."
He shrugged, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Just tryin' to help."
But it was more than just help. It was an unspoken promise to keep her safe and cherished, a promise that Y/N held close to her heart.
As the seasons changed, so did their roles. Daryl's protective instincts never wavered, but Y/N's resilience also became a pillar of strength for him. She listened to his stories, shared her dreams, and showed him that vulnerability didn't equate to weakness.
One evening, as they sat by the fire, Y/N rested her head on Daryl's shoulder. He tensed for a moment before relaxing into the contact, his arm instinctively wrapping around her. The gesture was simple, yet it spoke volumes about their journey together.
"We make a good team," Y/N whispered, her words carrying a deeper meaning.
Daryl nodded, his gruff exterior masking a heart full of emotion. "Yeah, we do."
Their love story was unconventional, born from the ashes of a broken world. Yet, it was undeniably real. Daryl had found solace in being Y/N's protector, and Y/N had found strength in Daryl's unwavering support. Together, they forged a bond that not only defied the odds but also healed their wounded hearts.
#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl imagines#daryl x reader#daryl x you#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#the walking dead x reader
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Clutching Vulnerability [Din Djarin]
pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader
warnings: comfort, fluff
As Din stood before you, his helmet clutched in his gloved hands, you could sense the weight of his vulnerability. Slowly, hesitantly, he lifted the helmet, revealing the face he had concealed for so long. His expression was a mix of apprehension and longing, as if he feared your reaction. But you simply gazed at him, your eyes filled with empathy.
His features were weathered, marked by battles and hardships, yet undeniably handsome. Your heart swelled with affection for this warrior who had captured your heart. "Din, you are truly handsome," you said softly, your voice full of sincerity.
A mixture of relief and disbelief crossed his face as he registered your words. The tension in his shoulders seemed to ease as he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. A small, almost shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Stepping closer, you reached up to brush your fingers against his cheek, your touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to hide who you are from me, Din. Your strength and character shine through, no matter what."
His eyes, which had always seemed so fierce behind his helmet, now held a vulnerability that drew you in even more. He leaned into your touch, his stubbled cheek warm beneath your fingertips. "It's been so long," he admitted in a low voice, his gaze fixed on yours.
"I'm glad you trust me enough to share this with me," you replied, your voice a soothing balm. "You're not alone anymore, Din. I'm here for you."
His hand covered yours on his cheek, his grip firm yet gentle. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion.
Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, a silent promise that you would always be there to support him. And in that moment, as he held your gaze with a mixture of gratitude and affection, you knew that your bond with him had deepened beyond words.
From that day forward, Din Djarin continued to fight for what he believed in, no longer burdened by the weight of his hidden identity. And you stood by his side, a constant source of comfort and strength, reminding him that he was loved just the way he was.
#din djarin#din dijarin x reader#din djarin x female reader#din djaren#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#the mandaloria/reader#the mandalor
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Toji getting out jail and showing us some appreciation 🙈🙈
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ daddy’s home, toji fushiguro (nsfw)
omg bc prison bf!toji would be something interesting.
the story would be that before prison, toji was the ORIGINAL scammer. all these mfs his sons forreal. of course with being a hired professional hitman, it came with its financial perks, all of which he’d used to spoil his pretty little princess.
you lived comfortably well. you’d known toji since he was just a bum scrounging for any type of work, so you actually got to see the come up frfr. though you’ve always loved him from the start (even when he was broke), he was nearly 10 years older than you. just in your early twenties, you always told him—you did not deserve any type of struggle love. and a struggle life toji lived indeed. you assured him that if he was really about you the way he always swore he was—he’d do whatever he could to support for you.
and support for you he did!
it wasn’t anything about being a gold digger—you just had standards. toji chased after you for years and you loved it—but you knew you deserved better when he couldn’t even take care of himself. by the graces of whoever allowed him to stumble upon a secret job that could land him 1 mil cash—500 upfront as a deposit and the rest later—toji was yours the moment he proved to you he could take care of you indefinitely.
ass ironic as this sounds, he was actually arrested on false charges. the nature of the charges were true on everything—but the actual person they were accusing him of executing and murdering, he simply did not do. the courts didn’t care though, they just needed someone to hang for it and make an example out of them. that led to toji being sentenced to life in prison.
but thanks to his crooked ass lawyer, the piece of shit was out in 6 years.
you nervously tapped your acrylic nails on the pink wrap of your car as you leaned against the passenger side of the door. it seemed as if today was release day for a few other prisoners, seeing as a group of men walked out with plastic bags, all while staring you down. your arms remained crossed over your fat tits barely being able to breathe in the baby tee you wore to accompany your long flowy skirt as you awaited for your own man to re-enter the world again.
the minute another person leaves the building, your eyes meet with the familiar man’s. it was almost as if your energy was instantly drawn to his, because you immediately recognized him off the bat. toji is blown away by your beauty. you were always fine, but damn, watching you outside of a bulletproof plexi glass was top tier when he finally got to see your fuller ass and pudgy stomach in person again.
the second he’s in your vicinity again, instead of doing the normal thing like hugging him—you slapped the shit out of him.
“ow’!” toji groans. “fuck was that for?!” the old man rubs the spot you hit him in, giving you a fearful look. toji didn’t fear anyone or anything, but you had to be at the top of that list, especially when you were upset.
you give him a knowing look with your hands on your hips. toji rolls his eyes and grips your waist, “tch, i told ya i didn’t do that shit!” he groaned, referencing the one crime he was actually innocent for. “but with all the trouble that dead bastard put me through, wish it was me.”
you mirror his previous actions and do a double take in his physique. you weren’t the only one who got finer. toji’s waist got smaller—probably from starving himself like you told the fucker not to—but his build was more muscular, yet lean. he had an unimaginable number of new tattoos hidden under his normal clothes, and you couldn’t even think about what more laid hidden beneath his thick jeans.
toji fully notices your gawking eyes and gives you a cocky smirk with the scar on his lip fully rising. “miss me mama?” a smile can’t help but form on your own lips as you embrace him in a tight hug. not feeling the love enough, toji wraps his arms underneath you, fully lifting you from the ground. with your legs now around his waist, you were finally face to face with the man of your life.
toji leans into you and pecks your lip ever so lightly. with the sun in his view, he still got the best look of just how perfect you really were. “i missed ya,” he says so low, you barely catch it. “missed ya so much. went crazy dozens of times from you not being with me.”
it was strange for toji to be so vulnerable. but his time under made him realize just how ungrateful he really was for all the great things in his life. how ungrateful he really was for you. he vowed that when he did get out—if ever—he wouldn’t waste a minute without reminding you how he felt about his little girl.
with a proud smile on your face, you run your manicured thumb over the callous of his aging skin. you kiss the small scars there and then his lips. snuggling your head in his neck, you whisper, “let’s go home daddy.”
and that was how you ended up here, face down and ass up into your own mattress.
“you gonna tell daddy you missed him yet?” toji grunted while thrusting in and out of you. the ripples of your fat ass had him in a trance. “been almost seven years since i been in this pretty pussy’a yours. think i deserve at least that, baby.”
you whine into your pillow, drool pooling from the sides of your mouth. you wanted to play stubborn; let toji know that if he ever went to jail for something so stupid again, he wasn’t gonna see you or your pussy he loved so much.
your silence results in a hard slap to your ass. “ahh!” you yelp out, leaning forward into your white duvet. with another harsh smack and then the smooth rubbing of his large hand, toji smirked at the reddening imprint forming on the terrain of your pretty brown ass. “this ain’t about you!” you can’t help but seethe out to his previous statement. your voice is muffled by the fluff of your pillow, “i suffered these last seven years. not you.”
toji slows in his movements. you were so right. he knew how much you longed for him. your big hunky man that walked the streets with you 24/7 was no longer by your side to protect you like he usually did. he left you open. he left you vulnerable. though he’s had his people, geto and gojo watching over you, it wasn’t enough, you constantly slept in fear. you walked in fear. you lived in fear.
you didn’t know why, but suddenly all the emotion you felt in the past seven years came flooding to you. tears flowed from your eyes and you were crying. but from the pulsing grip your pussy had around his dick, toji knew you wanted more.
“look at me,” toji’s voice is muffled. when you made no effort to move, too ashamed to rven be crying at a time like this, toji pulls out of you and softly grabs you by the hips, turning you over so that your back was no against the mattress and you were facing him.
swiftly, the older man slides back into you, but this time moves inside you with more care. toji’s body is so close to yours, your hard nipples are brushing against his own with every thrust he makes.
“‘m sorry,” toji whispers with every rut into you. “daddy’s so sorry baby. didn’t mean to abandon you the way i did.” you could hear the genuineness in his tone as he stops fucking you, but begins to make love to you. “can’t imagine how scared you must’a been these past few years. haven’t been taking care of you the way i promised all those years ago.”
more tears flow from your eyes as toji brings you to your building orgasm slowly. “know you can’t forgive me for being so stupid ‘n careless now. ‘s gonna take some time. i know that. but jus’ lemme in again mama. let daddy back into your heart ‘n i promise i’ll take acre of you again.”
“daddy,” you sob. “‘m close,” is the only words that could leave your mouth. “don’t leave me, please. ‘m so close.” you were begging to cum, but deep down toji knew you were also begging him to stay.
toji brings his hand down to your pretty pussy and rubs at your clit as his lips engulf in yours. with just a few touches, you were creaming over his fingers and crying into his mouth.
“never gonna leave you again, mama. daddy’s home now.”
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Movie Night [Simon “Ghost” Riley]
pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader
warnings: none; fluff, comfort
The moonlight filtered through the windows as Simon "Ghost" Riley stepped into the dimly lit room, his fatigue evident after a grueling mission. His eyes met yours, a mixture of relief and warmth washing over him as he closed the door behind him.
"You're back," you breathed, crossing the room to stand before him. Concern etched your features as you noticed a faint cut on his cheek, evidence of the dangers he faced.
He offered a weary smile, his gloved hand reaching up to brush your cheek. "Yeah, I am. Missed you."
With a soft sigh, you took his hand in yours, leading him to the couch. "Sit down. You must be exhausted."
He complied, sinking onto the couch with a grateful exhale. You disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water which he accepted with a nod of thanks.
As you settled beside him, a comfortable silence enveloped the room. You knew that sometimes after a mission, words weren't necessary—just the presence of someone who cared.
"How was it?" you finally asked, breaking the silence. Your eyes searched his, wanting to know that he was okay.
Ghost's gaze turned distant for a moment before he met your eyes again. "Tough, but we got through it. I'm here, right?"
A soft smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah, you are."
You shifted, reaching for the remote control on the coffee table. "How about we take your mind off things? Movie night?"
Ghost's lips curved into a genuine smile. "That sounds perfect."
You scrolled through the movie options, finally settling on a lighthearted comedy. As the movie played, you both relaxed into the couch, the tension of the mission slowly melting away.
Halfway through the movie, Ghost shifted closer, his arm draping over your shoulders. You nestled against his side, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers absentmindedly traced soothing patterns on your arm.
The laughter from the movie mingled with your contented sigh as you leaned your head against his shoulder. Ghost's chin rested atop your head, his presence a comforting anchor.
As the movie's credits rolled, you looked up at him. His gaze met yours, a warmth and tenderness in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
"Thank you for being here," he whispered, his fingers gently lifting your chin.
You smiled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Always."
With that, you settled back against the couch, his arm tightening around you as you both let the exhaustion and worries of the mission slip away. The moon continued to cast its soft glow, illuminating a moment of solace and connection in the midst of a world full of chaos.
#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost x reader#cod mw x reader#cod mwii#cod x you#cod modern warfare#call of duty mwii#call of duty#cod mw2#cod#cod x gn!reader#simon ghost x you
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Comfort In The Night [Daryl Dixon]
pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader
warnings: nightmares, emotional, hurt/comfort, fluff
In the darkness of the night, Daryl's troubled mind was ensnared by a relentless nightmare. He tossed and turned, the distress evident on his furrowed brow. Sweat adorned his forehead as his hands clenched involuntarily.
Sensing his distress, you stirred awake, concern etching your features. Gently, you reached out, your hand finding his shoulder, fingers brushing against his skin. "Daryl," you whispered, your voice soft yet steady.
His eyes blinked open, wide and disoriented, as he took in the familiar surroundings. You were there, your presence a comforting beacon in the night. "Hey," you said again, offering a small, reassuring smile.
Daryl's breath came out raggedly, his chest heaving as he struggled to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. "It was... it was just a damn nightmare," he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and lingering fear.
You scooted closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I know, Daryl," you murmured, your touch warm and soothing against his skin. "I'm here with you."
His gaze met yours, the vulnerability in his eyes tugging at your heartstrings. The weight of his emotions was palpable, and you knew that a simple assurance wouldn't be enough to banish the darkness that had gripped him.
Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering there for a moment before you pulled back. "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked, your voice gentle as a feather's touch.
Daryl hesitated, his eyes flickering away as if struggling to put the nightmare into words. But your presence, your patience, gave him the courage to share. In hushed tones, he recounted the details, the fear and unease that had plagued him in his sleep.
Listening intently, you held him a little tighter, your fingers tracing soothing circles along his back. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," you whispered, your voice carrying empathy and understanding. "But you're safe now. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
He finally met your gaze again, his eyes finding solace in the sincerity of your words. The lines of tension in his face began to ease, his breath steadying as he allowed your presence to anchor him back to reality.
"You're right," Daryl mumbled, a faint, grateful smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thanks for bein' here."
"Anytime," you replied, your voice a tender promise. With a final embrace, you held him close, offering the comfort he needed to find his way back to sleep. The night resumed its peaceful embrace, cradling the two of you in its silent sanctuary.
a/n: pretty simmaler to my last Daryl post but I couldn’t resist! We need more soft Daryl!
#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon#daryl fanfiction#daryl imagines#daryl x reader#daryl x you#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#the walking dead x reader
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Finding Trust [Tsu’tey]
pairing: Tsu’tey x fem!reader
warnings: jealous Tsu’tey, none rlly
As Tsutey watched you and Jake converse, an unfamiliar pang of jealousy tugged at his chest. He couldn't deny the connection between you two, but he felt a possessiveness he'd never experienced before. Trying to mask his emotions, he approached, his voice tight, "Enjoying Jake's company, are you?"
You glanced at Tsutey, sensing his unease, but you smiled warmly. "Of course, Tsutey. Jake's a good friend."
Tsutey's grip on his bow tightened subtly. "A good friend, hm? Seems like you're quite comfortable around him."
Your brow furrowed at his tone, noticing a hint of jealousy. "Is something bothering you, Tsutey?"
He looked away for a moment, then met your gaze with a faint sigh. "It's just... I admit I'm not used to sharing your attention."
You tilted your head, catching on to his feelings. "Tsutey, you know you're important to me too, right?"
A hint of a smile curved his lips, though his eyes still held a trace of possessiveness. "I know, but sometimes, I wish you were only mine to see."
As the day went on, Tsutey's possessive nature remained, but he tried to balance it with understanding. He found himself unable to ignore the way you laughed with Jake, and it both irked and intrigued him. Your presence had become something he cherished deeply.
In time, your patience and reassurance helped Tsutey cope with his feelings, allowing him to accept that you had various connections within the clan. His possessiveness evolved into a protective affection, and he realized that your interactions with others didn't diminish the bond you shared.
And so, Tsutey learned that trust was the foundation of his relationship with you, and that possessiveness could be replaced with mutual respect and understanding.
#tsutey#tsu’tey fanfic#tsu’tey x reader#tsu’tey imagine#tsu’tey avatar#tsu’tey te rangloa ateyitan#tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan x reader#tsu’tey angst#tsu’tey x y/n#tsu’tey x you#tsu’tey fluff#avatar#avatar twow
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Kissing Ghost on the forehead
Masterlist
Kissing König on the forehead
Simon tried to protect you from Ghost, he really did. It was not that Ghost would hurt you in any way, no. And of course, it was not a disease or mental disorder of any kind - it's a coping mechanism. But once the mask was on - Ghost appeared softly and silently. And Ghost could do things, that Simon couldn't. Things, he wouldn't ever want you to witness.
He never made a huge mystery of his work - he just didn't give away too many details. Simon didn't even hide his masks - he just asked you to not touch him, when he's wearing one of them.
"It's dusty, I wouldn't want your hands to get dirty." When in reality, he wouldn't want your entire being to get corrupted.
Ghost was to be kept out of your house and Simon made sure, you never saw each other. Little did he know, you had your ways not only around people, but around symbols as well.
His last day at home was coming to an end: in the morning he had to leave for a long deployment. Simon packed his things, leaving the mask atop of his open bag.
The rays of the setting sun painted the rooms with large windows in shades of red and gold. He absorbed every moment, breathed in and tried to remember barely distinguishable smells and sounds that filled your house, walked aimlessly through the rooms when he saw this. You sat on the edge of your bed, next to his bag, holding his mask in front of you. Your eyes were screwed shut as you pressed your forehead against the cracked, grayish surface of the mask. It was as if Ghost was kneeling in front of you, letting you touch his forehead with yours. Simon froze, part of him wanted to end this scene right there, but he hesitated, not wanting to scare you.
You slowly opened your eyes and looked deep into the empty holes in the mask. Your lips parted and you spoke almost inaudibly.
"Protect him and bring him back to me alive."
Simons' heart skipped a beat, when he understood, you were speaking not to him, but to the Ghost behind his mask.
And then, when he thought, this strange conversation was over - you brought the mask to your lips and kissed its forehead. Simon was standing in good 10–15 meters from you, but he could swear, he almost felt your soft and tender touch. Anything he ever knew, anything both he and Ghost were capable of, crumbled and slowly disappeared before your wish. Anything, that still kept meaning both to Simon and Ghost from this very moment, was that wish.
"Bring him back alive."
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The Mandalorian⭑
— DIN DJARIN
Clutching Vulnerability
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Unveiled Emotions [Daryl Dixon]
pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader
warnings: nightmares; hurt/comfort
The night was still, the campsite enveloped in a serene quiet that was all too rare in their world. Inside the tent, Daryl Dixon lay on his back, staring at the canvas ceiling as if it held the answers to the turmoil within him. His chest felt tight, and he could feel the weight of the memories that haunted him.
Without warning, the dam holding back his emotions started to crack, and tears welled up in Daryl's eyes. He clenched his jaw, trying to fight back the rising tide of feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.
Unbeknownst to him, you stirred from your own sleep, sensing the shift in the atmosphere within the tent. Slowly, you opened your eyes to find Daryl's face contorted in pain, silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
Your heart ached at the sight, and you knew that this was a moment of vulnerability he rarely let others witness. Gently, you sat up, your movements careful not to startle him. You reached out and lightly touched his arm, your touch tentative yet reassuring.
"Daryl," you spoke softly, your voice carrying a mixture of concern and understanding. "It's okay."
His shoulders tensed at your touch, and he turned his head away, as if trying to hide the tears that betrayed his stoic façade.
You scooted closer, your presence a calming force in the midst of his storm. "Daryl, you don't have to hide," you said, your voice unwavering. "It's okay to let it out."
He swallowed hard, his grip on his emotions slipping further. The tears he had been holding back for so long began to flow freely, and he turned towards you, his face etched with a mix of anguish and relief.
"(Y/N)..." he choked out, his voice breaking as the dam finally burst.
Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. His head found its place against your shoulder, and he clung to you as if you were his lifeline in the midst of a storm. The tears he had suppressed for years now flowed without restraint, the pain and grief of his past finally finding an outlet.
You held him close, offering no judgment, only a safe space for him to let go. Your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, your touch grounding him in the present moment. Time seemed to lose meaning as you held each other, a silent understanding passing between you.
As his tears subsided, Daryl's grip on you remained firm, as if he feared that letting go would mean losing the vulnerability he had allowed himself to show. You continued to hold him, your presence a steady anchor as he navigated the storm of his emotions.
Eventually, he pulled away, his eyes red and puffy, but a sense of catharsis evident in his gaze. His lips quivered as he tried to find the right words to express what he had kept locked inside for so long.
"(Y/N)... thanks," he rasped, his voice raw but sincere.
You offered a gentle smile, your eyes reflecting the understanding and compassion you felt for him. "Anytime, Daryl. You don't have to face this alone."
In that moment, the vulnerability and connection shared between you deepened, forging a bond that went beyond the dangers of their world. As the night slowly gave way to dawn, you both knew that you had taken a step towards healing, and that no matter what lay ahead, you would face it together.
#daryl x reader#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixion imagine#daryl imagines#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixon#daryl x you#twd daryl#daryl fanfiction#twd#twd x reader#the walking dead#the walking dead x reader
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Carry My Heart With You [Tsu’tey]
pairing: Tsu’tey x gn!reader
warnings: death, sad af
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, you lay broken and battered, your life slipping away with each passing second. Tsu’tey, the warrior who had stolen your heart, knelt by your side, his eyes a reflection of the anguish he felt deep within. The acrid scent of blood and smoke hung heavy in the air, a cruel reminder of the brutality of war.
Your breathing was ragged, and each breath sent waves of pain through your body. You tried to speak, to assure him that you were fighting to stay, but your words came out as feeble whispers. Tsu’tey's touch was gentle against your skin, wiping away the tears that had fallen unnoticed down your cheeks.
You managed a weak smile as Tsu’tey's hand found yours, his touch warm against your cold skin. "Don't grieve," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the din of battle. "I'm grateful for the time we had."
"You fought so bravely," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the cacophony of battle. "Your courage will be remembered by all who witnessed it."
Tsu’tey's grip tightened on your hand, his voice cracking as he fought back tears. "No, don't speak like this. You're going to make it through this."
But you knew the truth, and your gaze never wavered from his tear-filled eyes. You could feel the darkness closing in, and with each labored breath, your strength diminished further. The pain was relentless, your body a canvas of agony, but Tsu’tey's presence was a sliver of solace in the midst of your suffering.
"I love you," you managed to say, your voice trembling. Tsu’tey's tears fell unchecked onto your face, mingling with the sweat and grime of battle.
His lips brushed against your forehead in a desperate, tender kiss. "And I love you more than words can convey."
As the pain intensified, you clung to Tsu’tey's presence, finding solace in his touch and the warmth of his words. With a trembling breath, you managed to find the strength to voice your final thoughts. "Thank you for being my anchor, Tsu’tey. I'm not afraid as long as you're here."
As the battle raged on, Tsu’tey's voice became a constant, his broken pleas and whispered promises weaving through the symphony of destruction. "Stay with me," he begged, his voice cracking with each syllable. "I can't lose you."
You mustered a faint smile, your strength waning as your vision dimmed. "You'll carry my heart with you," you murmured, your words an oath of eternal devotion.
As the battle raged on, Tsu’tey's voice became a constant, a whisper of reassurance in your ear. "You are loved, and you will never be forgotten," he murmured, his words a balm to your weakening soul.
Tsu’tey's embrace was a lifeline in your final moments, his arms holding you as if he could will life back into your fading form. And as the world around you faded to a blur, you held onto Tsu’tey's gaze, the weight of your love and your shared pain hanging heavy in the air.
With your last breath, you whispered his name, a final testament to the love that had defined your existence. And as the darkness claimed you, Tsu’tey's cries of grief echoed in the void, a haunting melody that carried your memory into eternity.
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Cuddling With Toji Headcanons!
MDNI
Depending on his mood, Toji is either the most clingy person ever or the most "ew, don't touch me" person ever. And there's no in-between.
"Wait, baby c'mere..." Toji rolls over in bed, facing you, grabbing at your waist. You roll your eyes, gripping onto the sheets to stop him from rolling you over.
"You said you didn't want to cuddle... well, no, you said, "Ugh, no, not right now." And swatted me away." You smirked to yourself, theatrically crossing your arms over your chest. He groans, attempting to uncross your arms.
"Well, I changed my mind. C'mon, let me hold you." His calloused hands pull your back flush against his chest.
BIG SPOON. This man grabs you and holds you tight, like his own personal teddy bear.
"Holy shit, Toji, no one's taking me away." You whine as you attempt to loosen his grip on your torso, eventually breathing out a sigh of defeat. He grunts in response, nuzzling his face into your neck, smiling softly.
Avid hair-player. Toji LOVES scratching at your scalp and innocently studying your subtle spilt-ends when he can't fall asleep. If you have curly hair (like me! Where are my curly babies at?? 😩🥰) he focuses on a single curl, wrapping it around his finger and watching it slightly unravel.
"You're gonna make it frizzy, stoooooppppp."
I think he's very mischievous. Pinching and tickling your tummy, kissing your neck, playing footsie with you.
"Ew, wait, why are your feet so cold?" You pull your knees into your chest, trying to escape the freezing skin of your boyfriend's feet. "You're so dramatic, c'mon, they can't be that bad." He took the criticism oddly personally, slightly pouting at you as you laugh, "Put those icicles AWAY!"
While you're watching TV, your spot is permanently on his lap. His favorite time of the night is when you're so tired that you stop caring about the program, shifting in his lap to face him. He always pecks you on the cheek after you nestle your face into his shoulder.
The only time you get to hold him is when he's dead tired or blackout drunk. He'll never ask for it, either. Even when he's upset or sad, he finds comfort in holding you.
"Fuck, 'm sorry... didn't mean to wake ya princess." Toji stumbles into your dark bedroom, exhausted, deeply frowning when he sees the outline of your soft figure sit up. "It's okay, I wasn't sleeping too well anyway." You gently speak out into the darkness, hearing Toji strip of his work clothes. The soft foam of the mattress sinks as Toji sits next to you, hunched over. "Tired?" You ask, rubbing and scratching at his drowsy shoulders and back. He hums, hovering over you slightly, allowing you to pull his head to your chest, attempting to envelop his brobdingnagian body in your small arms. "Love ya to pieces, sweets." Is the last mumble you hear before bass-like snores fill the room.
Toji, to his dismay, learned that he can not fall asleep without somehow feeling you.
After an explosive fight, Toji found himself tossing and turning on the small, boxy couch. After hours of trying to soothe himself to sleep, Toji began the short journey of walking to the bedroom, tail between his legs. Once he arrived outside the door, he quietly swung it open, standing in the middle of the door frame, arms dangling at his side. A beautiful combination of "Mom, I threw up" and creepy home-intruder.
He trudged over to your side of the bed, pushing your shoulder passive-aggressively to wake you up. "Can I sleep here? Please. I know you're mad... just, please?" He pointed at his side of the bed, embarrassed by his own actions, feeling wildly pathetic. You grunt in confirmation, the desire to be unbothered overtaking your previous anger. He smiles, plunging into the sheets, trying to hold you. His smile quickly vanished when you pushed him away, accompanied with a half-hearted "nuh uh".
He huffed, crossing his arms like a child until you begrudgingly offered out your hand to him. He interlocked his fingers with yours, taking what he could get, squeezing tight. Not long after, he's knocked out, sleeping like a baby.
This one felt a little lackluster idk 😕
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
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