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where’s that little horror piece about kits never growing up in Starclan? because I remember it so vividly but I can’t find it.
The one about Bright Stream?
Weird that it's so hard to find! It's probably because it's got such heavy tags lmao.
I really mean it though like, canon's permakitten system and the idea that Bright Stream is up there, forever taking care of fetus children who were filled by sudden knowledge and yet never grow past that point absolutely horrifies me. Jesus Christ. I don't know how anyone reads that final scene in Path of Stars and isn't filled with itching, white-hot existential dread, man.
Sometimes you just gotta write horror about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#partner and i were joking the other day about how like#they are the one known as The Horror Blogger and im the funny cat guy#because it's literally the opposite irl. you have NO idea#They are the one who is squeamish and I am the one that is like#only scared if there's 17 different kinds of existential horror#Which tbf is important in my line of work#But let me tell YOU. One thing that gets me every time? Fucked up afterlives#Probably from all the religious trauma but. Still.#''turns out your whole life is actually teetering on the precipice of a steep drop into the jaws of unknowable gods--#and their concept of omnibenevolent and omnimalevolent are self-defined''#''in death your life only has meaning to those still living and yet you're conscious to experience it''#''you will helplessly watch people you thought loved YOU reduce your memory into how you SERVED them''#''Powerless to stop it you will find that you were only valued as a tool in someone else's life''#''There is no peace in death just being tired and uncomfortable forever''#EURGH#It's why my most feared monsters are actually ghosts and vampires and certain zombies#Because it's not really about the monster it's more about what that monster implies for the afterlife#Certain zombies especially. ngl. Night of the livin dead 2 has the scariest ones ever#Intelligent. Violent. Able to FEEL themselves rotting and the only relief is to consume everything you ever loved#BRR#they did eat a bunch of cops tho so... at least they have that going for them#BONES MCRAMBLES IN THE TAGS#bone babble
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i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.
i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.
anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.
#[isabeau voice] am i insane or does sometimes loop talk like they might have killed their whole family. is that just me? just checking.#nille design highly inspired by @kiwibrain's since its the one that imprinted in my mind. liberties taken since i didnt look @ reference#anyway i have a lot more thoughts on this? i guess ill hide them in the tags...? scroll down i suppose.#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat act 6 spoilers#isat loop#isat siffrin#isat bonnie#isat nille#isat fanart#in stars and time fanart#doodlebyte#----------------------------------------------------------------------#anyway the extra thoughts. are literally just my general thoughts on postcanon. (and thus are the context for all of my postcanon doodles!)#which is i think nille joins the party before loop reappears for a start (either from a period of nonexistence or just wandering around)#and that like. i think the party should be able to integrate loop as a completely new person. because they are! the secrecy isn't great but#They and Siffrin shuffle into different ecological niches in the party (eg. i think sif is more squeamish after it all but loop isnt)#and while it's not *exactly* what Loop wanted they get that beggars can't be choosers. and its pretty good#(i am glossing over how i think loop's reappearence drags both them and siffrin into a massive behavioural backslide and is likely a bit#distressing to watch go down. cycle of argument -> lovebombing -> normalcy -> repeat. etc etc. but since they are no longer literally#stewing in the worst pressure cooker of all time they do resolve it via productive conversation on their own time. its fine)#the party well-meaningly tries to deduce things from loop's vagueries and are able to pin down the DEAD FAMILY vibe pretty quickly.#but eventually the question of their prior identity falls by the wayside because well! they're just their friend loop! (also change belief)#as for how The Truth Come Out... this is what i mean by The Isabeau Torment Nexus(tm). which is that i think... isiloop should almost occur#BEFORE isabeau knows who loop is. he's just genuinely charmed by them eventually and tries to close the open end of the polycule#which FREAKS LOOP THE FUCK OUT because thats just too genuinely sick and wrong. and obviously w emotions high its not a great confrontation#ANYWAY told u i had more thoughts. if i were normal itd be a text post but.
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[attaches my izzy hands apologist pin to my vest] kind of fucked up that some find izzy Irredeemable when we have seen him do next to nothing violent or even particularly mean, whereas we know ed made fang shoot his dog and then shrugged at him while he cried about it and also, apparently, regularly forces people into autocannibalism for the smallest of transgressions. which is not hate towards ed! he is a pirate and this is typical pirate behavior, and if ed wasn't prone to violent behavior then that would make his path towards self acceptance and kindness weigh less than it does. but it does seem as if izzy has only ever been the enforcer of blackbeard-slash-ed's Rules and Regulations, and while ed seems happy to abandon all that and turn a new leaf because he fell in love, izzy is left with the harrowing memories of what he has done For Blackbeard, in blackbeard's name, and wondering what the fuck happened.
#our flag means death#izzy hands#like. imagine you are a pirate and yr captain says to you. hey. i need you to kill for me.#and i need you to stand witness to all the horrible things i will do to maintain my status and power#because that translates to (relative) safety and wages for you & all the men under you.#and i need you to enforce my rules - which means execution if necessary. and it often will be.#and you say ... okay. because he's your captain and you're loyal to him above all else.#(and how rare is that? in a culture of mutiny and dog eat dog. a captain who's worth the weight of being loyal to him.)#(a captain so respected and feared that all other ships tuck tail and run at the sight of his flag.)#so you kill for him. and sacrifice your men for him. and when he says to burn a ship full of sailors you burn that ship full of sailors#and watch to make sure there are no survivors.#& then one day ... he decides he doesn't want to do that anymore. he's not into the killing and the torturing and the#overwhelming violence that pirating often requires.#and so you're left standing there thinking. okay. but what about all the killing i did for you? did that mean nothing?#what am i supposed to do with all of this blood on my hands?#on both of our hands?#but you're not allowed to mention that. it's impolite to do so in the face of your captain's new lifestyle#full of people who have never had to bury their sense of morality in order to survive another day.#they might get squeamish. they might think poorly of him. of you.
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ermmmm. jr² movie night doodles. if u even care.
ty to my friend who gave me this prompt :3
#.txt#ermmmmmmmmmm hi#selfship#using main tag. oh christ.#context: i am bf with horror spin who isn't scared & jean is bf who is easily scared and i smtms convince him to perceive horror movies w m#e but only ones i think he'd like. i feel like he'd like the ft13 franchise so we're watching jason x in the 1st one#i feel like just the sight of blood makes him squeamish so i'd cover his eyes to protect him#2nd: i hc he (and tom) have fast & furious autism and we watched the first one together. i started as a gay brian/les mia truther but he's#convincing me they're t4t bi. which is now my hc. i haven't seen the rest yet but i want to#posting this and then passing away#jean#.art#ok to rb
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AH I REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY EARLIER but it's kind of stupid, lmao.
So my partner is getting into brewing beer and I got them a Tilt, which is a Bluetooth hydrometer. It measures specific gravity and temperature, which are things you want to know so that you don't kill your yeast or whatever. Except the sensor's Bluetooth range is super short, and it basically runs via a phone app, and the temperature we're logging currently is the crawlspace, accessible via the staircase closet. So they were like, wait, what do we do about this, because I can't leave my phone in the closet, that's my alarm clock.
In a kind of ridiculous turn of life imitating art, I was like, hold up, I got just the thing right at my desk. Bam. Old phone. We just needed to scrounge up a charger because the battery is so dead that after charging just enough to power on it claimed it was at 53% (to be fair to it, there is a very real chance that it's correct, and it just holds no charge at this point so the capacity is just THAT low) and now it lives in the closet logging sensor data.
And I was like, you know...didn't I just solve a major story detail with a much larger version of this...yeah, no, this is all vaguely familiar somehow, power supply issues and all. Kind of cool that the concept works though. Kind of weird that it came up at all?
We are not gonna talk about the fact that I still have at least two more ancient-ass phones in a drawer where that came from because look, man, sometimes you just need a camera/mic/mini computer with Bluetooth and wifi that fits in a pocket, and people just get rid of these things, but not me. I actually could build a shitty security system out of them if I was reaaaally inclined. I mean. I'm not. But it's technically possible.
For real though, If I pick up any stupid maker projects I still high-key am thinking about slapping Bluetooth into a necomimi headset and running that through an Arduino and learning to code just enough to let me skip songs/change the volume on Spotify with my brain, because it's entirely doable, and I mean yeah I could do that on my phone remotely too, but that's not funny, now, is it. I'm just not sure it's $350+ of parts funny. Kind of a big investment just to prove the point that haha look I am the extremely ADHD type of lazy where I would rather solve a problem via the most convoluted and complicated Rube-Goldberg type ass machine way possible rather than just perform a single simple action.
YEAH I'VE BEEN THIS SCATTERED ALL DAY AND I REALLY SHOULD GO TO BED SHOULDN'T I. I started playing Satisfactory. Mistakes were made. I'm going to dream about conveyor belts again and I did it to myself...
#you know I used to mostly blog about witchcraft and paganism#and now I'm like. you know what I want to do? chain an EEG sensor to the Spotify API and skip songs with my brain.#it's kind of like magic when you put it like that. maybe things haven't actually changed that much after all#the headset idea actually came about bc I'd gotten so far into the writing zone that I literally just. tried to skip a song with my brain.#because I had so much reploid characters on my mind that it just sounded like a normal course of action I should be able to take#obviously it didn't work and cue me sitting there for a full 3 seconds going 'why didn't it. wait. why did I think it would?'#followed immediately after by 'YEAH BUT I PROBABLY COULD DO THAT ACTUALLY'#because you just Cannot write a character like Glitch without it rubbing off on you a little bit and WWGD kicked in real hard lmao#well obviously he'd [ridiculous chain of ideas ending in 'anyway I installed some shit and now I can control Spotify with my mind']#and I gotta say I do not like the idea of sticking a sensor on the *inside* of my skull. sounds very bad.#but it doesn't have to be on the inside to work soooo there's that!#I have a friend who for quite a long time had a rare earth magnet in one finger so he could find live wires by touch#he ended up removing it for work eventually but when I say I was jelly. man. but also kinda squeamish about it.#I do not like sharp things and I am Very funny about my fingers as an artist/writer/used to be musician.#but man that sounds cool. I want the magnet senses. I don't think I want them enough to have a magnet under my skin though#I think I wouldn't use them enough for that to be helpful actually lmao#anyway do I even need more senses? probably not. mine are already unfiltered and loud as shit.#'boy I wish I could sense magnetic fields' says idiot guy who can hear the mains hum even with no electronics currently turned on#like when the power goes out I can FEEL the fucking difference in the air and it's unnaturally quiet and kinda spooky#I do not think I need help on this front actually. I think I got it handled pretty okay lol
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#I AM GOING. INSANE#Ive been at work all day ALL DAY obsessing about the dynamic between will henry and pellinore warthrop#they're like a pair of hawks with feet tangled together in a corkscrew dive#they are each other's shackles and each other's savior#and its such a delicious heartbreak when pellinore finally realizes what he has gained and will henry has lost by them being entwined#will went from a squeamish and frightened boy who couldn't go one necropsy without getting ill to a vicious killer for his doctor#dr warthrop went from the cold uncaring pillar of science to loving that boy with his whole heart. his whole being#and he WANTS so DESPERATELY for will to follow in his footsteps as a scientist but he also wants will to be safe#and nowhere is safer. and more unsafe. than at dr warthrop's side#i just finished isle of blood and it. it. aaaughgh#will henry: i would kill for you. please let me kill for you. dr warthrop: no will henry#will henry: i tortured a man and let your colleague kill him for you. i killed two russians for you i killed john kearns for you#will henry: i killed john chanler for you i killed the anthropophagi for you i would kill myself to keep you safe#dr warthrop: STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN HARMS WAY FOR ME WILL HENRY I SWEAR TO GOD
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a wonderful thing [mamma mia part five] | formula one social media au
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yourusername: welcome to the world florence mia alonso vettel button y/ln ✨ your name may be a mouthful but your our beautiful girl, i can’t wait to give you the world x
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user1: OH MY GOSH - wait so does she have all of their surnames as her last name?
mickschumacher: i’ve banned them from answering random questions so i will - the official last name is y/ln, with all the guys names as middle names! all three of them wanted flo to have y/n’s last name but a piece of them as well
user2: awww that’s so cute
user3: not her having a nickname already
kimiraikkonen: congratulations guys. i’m so happy for all of you, flo has the best parents she could ask for
yourusername: thank you kimi ☺️ xx
jensonbutton: thank you for everything kimi, mostly for being there to catch seb when he passed out 👍🏻
sebastianvettel: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TELL ANYONE YES I DID PASS OUT BUT IT MADE ME RESPECT WOMEN EVEN MORE I WAS NOT ASKING FOR MORE ATTENTION THAN Y/N WHO WAS LITERALLY GIVING BIRTH
jensonbutton: yeah i’m not reading all of that
yourusername: don’t worry seb i know you were just overwhelmed
sebastianvettel: NOT MORE THAN YOU I AM PROUD OF YOU
fernandoalo_oficial: when will you let this go… you’re just squeamish, it’s cute
user4: wait is she called mia after the mamma mia summer?
user5: that’s kind of hilarious
danielricciardo: ahhhhhhh she’s here !!!!! i can’t wait to meet flo and i hope everyone is recovering well xx p.s. max i shall swing round to your garage to pick up my £50 next race xoxo
yourusername: thank you danny x p.s. what did you bet on?
danielricciardo: NOTHING
maxverstappen1: he bet that seb would pass out during the birth 👍🏻
sebastianvettel: DANIEL?
yourusername: max?
maxverstappen1: i had faith seb
sebastianvettel: at least someone did
fernandoalo_oficial: she’s so beautiful she takes after her mama
yourusername: thank you nando ☺️ (it’s a good thing we did not do a paternity test, cause lord knows you’d all argue who gave what to flo)
sebastianvettel: well we ALL know she’ll have my impeccable manners
jensonbutton: and my unbelievable charm
fernandoalo_oficial: and lord knows she’ll never lose an argument on the playground, flo will have the alonso sass
yourusername: sounds like a winning combination if you throw in the patience of dealing with all three of you
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sebastianvettel: beyond proud to be flo's dad and beyond grateful to y/n for letting me be a part of flo's and her life x
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user6: I AM SO SOFT
user7: holy moly look how small her hands are crying 😭 🥹
yourusername: i have no doubt you'll be just the dad flo needs
sebastianvettel: i'll try my best
yourusername: don't stress yourself out you're a natural so far
jensonbutton: he didn't even bat an eyelid when flo threw up all over him
fernandoalo_oficial: he only cried for about five minutes when flo first held his hand
user8: okay they're ganging up on seb @yourusername @mickschumacher @kimirakkonen spill the beans on the others please
yourusername: jenson was shaking so much that flo's name is barely legible on her birth certificate
yourusername: fernando was so excited about feeding flo for the first time on his own that he spilt half of the milk and then slipped in it (thankfully he'd already put flo down)
mickschumacher: fernando watched her sleep for so long that he physically got cramp and had to be carried to bed
kimiraikkonen: jenson had a 27 step plan to introduce flo and beckett and he was so nervous waiting for labour to start that he walked me through it THREE times
sebastianvettel: okay now i feel better
charles_leclerc: i am so so happy for you guys, i can't wait to meet her !!
yourusername: thank you charlie, turns out AUS23 is the perfect lullaby for flo, she falls asleep as soon as we turn it on
charles_leclerc: hopefully i can play the one i've written for her as soon as possible
sebastianvettel: charlie, i am so touched. i am glad to be called your grid dad
charles_leclerc: and now we're all crying
jensonbutton: i didn't know you could get any cuter, but you reading flo a book about flower classification melted my old man heart
fernandoalo_oficial: i caught him reading her your book and i won't lie i did cry a bit
yourusername: don't forget when he crawled around bumping into everything possible to check if it was "properly babyproofed"
sebastianvettel: when did we all become such saps?
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jensonbutton: i didn't know that dad duties included comforting our crying 26 year olds as well as flo
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user11: someone sedate me i am so not normal about this
yourusername: i'd actually say that flo is better behaved than them
sebastianvettel: i agree
fernandoalo_oficial: i must say watching mad max cry his eyes out holding flo is one of my favourite things ever
jensonbutton: it pains me to say but they're so sweet
yourusername: fatherhood has softened you all
user12: they are never defeating the grid kid allegations i fear
user13: applying to be godfather when they're just the overgrown kids LMAO
charles_leclerc: acting like you guys didn't all bawl your eyes out when i played flo's lullaby :(
yourusername: you're right i did cry it was very beautiful charles, thank you
jensonbutton: it was very touching, you're a menace but a thoughtful menace
sebastianvettel: you make me proud to be called your grid dad :)
fernandoalo_oficial: it was a very kind gesture (you will need to pay me back somehow for now having to get a piano delivered? how does one get a piano through the door?)
charles_leclerc: NOW I'M CRYING AGAIN GOD I LOVE YOU GUYS
maxverstappen1: kids are my weakness !!! and mia is so so cute, thank you for having me :(
yourusername: you were great with her maxy, i know you doubted yourself but you're a natural !!
jensonbutton: you're always welcome at ours (though we don't have any more room for trophies, so take them home first)
fernandoalo_oficial: oh maxy, you're a big softy really. it's okay we can all cry on the flight to the next race
sebastianvettel: you're free to be as present as you wish with flo, and free to let us help heal your inner child :)
maxverstappen1: how are you guys all so good at being parents already?
user13: obsessed with max calling her mia when everyone else calls her flo
maxverstappen1: i love mia so much but i also love to remind her parents how they got into this situation
charles_leclerc: this is such a good point
jensonbutton: really? on a post about how much we love all three of you
user14: i'm crying over max being super nervous to hold flo and being assured by all of them (and maybe charles)
yourusername: oh they looked like an old married couple it was very cute
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fernandoalo_oficial: my paternity leave came to an end wayyyy too fast, but thank you to y/n and seb and jenson for giving me the best present in the world. florence is the most precious girl in the world and there's nothing i won't do for her. for a long time i never thought i'd be a father or that i'd even find love, thank you for showing me that i can <3
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user15: user15 found dead, cause: fernando alonso being TOO FUCKING CUTE
valterribottas: fatherhood suits you
yourusername: did he show you all 200+ pics of flo
valterribottas: yes. multiple times
fernandoalo_oficial: I LOVE MY BABY OKAY
yourusername: we miss you already :( and we love you so much, you deserve this and more
fernandoalo_oficial: i'm so glad i went to greece this summer, i can't believe i nearly went to australia
aussiegrit: i'm so happy for you nando but you're literally bragging about ditching me :(
fernandoalo_oficial: sorry not sorry it was worth it
markwebber: you're such a mean girl . DON'T FORGET we ALL know i was your first love in f1
jensonbutton: you snooze you lose mark hold this L
aussiegrit: i'm literally married
sebastianvettel: tell that to all of your homoerotic tension with half of the grid
aussiegrit: the only thing i wanted to put near your ass is my FOOT
yourusername: okay clearly fatherhood has not completely softened all of you
user16: i see we took like a month to be responsible adults and now normal service is resumed
maxverstappen1: lestappen erasure once again and after you guys just proclaimed us as your children .... i see
charles_leclerc: youngest child being the favourite, some things never change
yourusername: yall finished projecting?
fernandoalo_oficial: you guys literally slept the entire flight? you would've bitten my head off if i had woken you up for anything other than getting off
charles_leclerc: nuh uh my instagram grind never stops
maxverstappen1: we want a feature on our only active grid dad's instagram SUE US
user17: fernando may be away from flo but he's never not on dad watch
sebastianvettel: don't miss us too much and bring home number 33
jensonbutton: i support you whole heartedly but we don't have the wall space for another trophy right now
fernandoalo_oficial: well get to chopping
yourusername: i have faith in you hence why i already got flo's baby hard hat out
user18: BABY HARD HAT???
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yourusername: i felt really lost in my life this summer and decided to take a little trip to a greek island. there i met three great men, but knew it was likely that i'd never see them again. yet here we are, in love and with the biggest bundle of joy i could ever ask for. i love you all and can't wait for the rest of our lives.
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user23: bro why is MY ass crying i don't know these people but this is adorable and i'm so happy for you
alexalbon: this has been my favourite thing this year and i couldn't think of four better people to have this happiness
yourusername: thank you albono, we'll be visiting the zoo soon, flo is super attached to her horsey plush
fernandoalo_oficial: i'm so glad i met you and i'm so glad you let us in on this insane journey
yourusername: there's no one else i'd rather live through this chaos with
user24: i don't think there's anything like the mamma mia summer to bring the entire grid together
jensonbutton: being with you guys makes retirement the sweet life, i couldn't have asked for a better hand in life
yourusername: there's no other way i'd like to start my day than bagel runs with you
sebastianvettel: after i announced my retirement i thought i'd float around aimlessly trying to find another purpose in life. i don't know how we got to this but i wouldn't change it for the world, i love all three of you and florence so so so much
yourusername: i'm sure we can balance beekeeping with being a full-time dad
user25: flo having four parents who would do anything for her i'm so jealous
maxverstappen1: you guys are so precious, counting down the days until i see mia again
yourusername: respecting the commitment to using mia
maxverstappen1: you chose mia, right? you knew what you were doing
yourusername: sue me.
sebastianvettel: you knowingly named our daughter after mamma mia?
yourusername: how is it with the shoe on the other foot ??? at least mia isn't as obvious as BECKETT
jensonbutton: beckett is NOT OBVIOUS
fernandoalo_oficial: wait how did we not catch on???
yourusername: mia is a cute name !!!
sebastianvettel: maybe max and charles get their scheming from you
charles_leclerc: i do NOT SCHEME
yourusername: ummmmm sebastian your number one boy name was enzo... i may not know f1 but even i know that ENZO IS ENZO FERRARI YOU ARE NOT SLICK
sebastianvettel: damn tough crowd
user26: god i wish they publicised their arguments about naming like they did with the godfathers
user27: i just know those lists were heinous those men should not be allowed to name anything ever
fernandoalo_oficial: ummm actually i suggested florence
yourusername: we BOTH suggested florence
jensonbutton: i highlighted it first in the book
yourusername: NO YOU DIDN'T
sebastianvettel: i'm staying out of this one
user26: thanks for this little highlight reel 👍
note: AAHHHHHHHH PART FIVE i hope we are happy with the name choice, thank you for all of your amazing suggestions. i cannot remember who exactly suggested florence but i loved it so much esp cause flo is such a cute nickname !!! but also big shoutout to @evilsailorsenshi for the mia suggestion i had to make it a middle name to do the series justice x
do not fear this is not the end, i plan on following this lil family for a good while, so i hope this is a good fill of mamma mia content for now.
hopefully i got everyone on the taglist! - also, everyone who replied to my post about life, i am still getting back to people but thank you so much, i love this lil community so much !! please never be afraid to reach out to me if need be i'm always up for a chat!
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trying to convince my friends to watch glorious (2022) the movie about a lovecraftian glory hole
#my friends like horror (even the one who says he doesn't / is squeamish always watches w us)#but - and this is crucial - they're not horror fans#so they're not at the stage of enlightenment where premises like 'lovecraftian glory hole' or 'fucked up ants' sound cool as hell#(btw watch phase iv for fucked up ants)#(like they're regular sized ants even! they're just fucked up)#ehh idk my friend suggested bodies bodies bodies (which i heard isnt v good but am willing) and i also suggested prey
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Reader who really really wants to touch HSR men’s biceps and chest but is too squeamish to ask and just gets really flustered whenever they take their shirts off. (Bro I am down bad fr)
I would go face first into their chests and if they put me in a head lock I'd thank them. :3c
Blade
Clueless about what his s/o wants but notices how they keep looking at his chest and arms with longing.
Also clueless as to why they keep getting flustered every time he takes off his shirt in front of them since they should be used to it by now.
Once it clicks in his head that they've been admiring him this whole time he'll smirk and tease them a little bit by bringing one of their hands to his chest, clothed or not. If they get even more flustered he might just laugh at them. Might just have to keep undressing in front of them just to see their expression.
Jing Yuan
Knows what they want but doesn't give it to them easily, he wants them to come to him.
He'll purposely flex his arms and stretch his body where he knows they'll be watching. Takes his shirt off around them more often too even if he gets a minor spill on his shirt he'll just take it off to mess with them.
If they don't take the initiative and ask to touch him he'll tease them and tell them it isn't polite to stare. He'll definitely take a hand of theirs and squeeze it on his chest just to watch them try to hold back their squeals.
Welt
Notices them staring at his arms and chest when he's got his coat off and thinks it must be because they're unused to seeing him without so many layers on.
Thinks that by taking his clothes off around them more their shyness will eventually fade but it just makes it worse. So he'll wind up asking them what's bothering them so much.
When he hears that they'd like to touch his muscles he's just as flustered as they are. Indulges them and let's them feel him up and enjoy themselves.
Luocha
Another that notices right away just what his s/o wants. Tells his s/o to take a picture that it'll last longer just to watch them fumble with their words and hide their flushed face.
Teases his s/o daily when he catches them staring at him before he asks them if they'd like to touch rather than just stare all day. When they nod he just laughs at them and let's them touch his arms.
Makes sure his s/o knows that they're welcome to touch him as much as they'd like so long as he gets to do the same making them even more flustered.
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Tis’ But a Scratch
Kinda brat tamer/dom! Joel x stubborn fem Reader
Summary: when you’re injured and refuse to accept Joel’s help, he decides to adjust your attitude.
W/C: 4.3k
Warnings: brat tamer joel kinda, dom!joel, smut, rough sex, blowjobs, orgasm denial. Slight dubcon. Degradation. A little bit of fluff, implied age gap, spanking, cream pie, a bit of come play. Descriptions of injuries, but not too bad! I’m super squeamish and was able to stomach it for the most part.
A/N: based on this request by @speckledemerald ! I had a lot of fun with it and did not expect it to take this turn, but you guys know me well enough to know I’m a sucker for some rough Joel smut!
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As always, comments and reblogs are very appreciated. If you like this story, let me know! I am thankful for each and every one of you who support my work ❤️
The slam of the kitchen door behind you makes you jump, you feel your blood running cold. Joel’s an angry guy, but you’ve never been directly on the receiving end of his anger. At least, not this much anger. He is fucking pissed.
“Coulda’ gotten us fuckin’ killed. You realize that, right?” Joel spits out at you, chucking his backpack on the kitchen island sharply. You startle at the sound. His eyes are piercing and full of anger when you look at him. Hatred, even. You feel your heart drop to your stomach, fearful and full of guilt. “You never watch your fuckin’ back. Always dawdling or somethin’ else. You don’t take anything seriously, do you?”
He’s right. You know he is. “We’re fine, though. I was handling it,” You don’t know if your words are meant to be a comfort to him or yourself.
You and Joel were in an old store on patrol together, going through it to see what supplies you could scrounge up. Joel was constantly scolding you for not keeping up with him, not watching your back at all. He was sick of babysitting you, he told you. Too old for it, he said. You rolled your eyes every time he complained.
So yeah, handling it. That’s what you’re sticking with. When a raider snuck up behind you and your back was pinned to him in a bone crushing embrace, his knife pressed into your side. And all you could do was kick and scream for Joel and thrash your body. Handling it.
“Yeah?” he asks you, his tone sarcastic and full of venom. “Had it all under control, is that right?” Joel is pacing around the house, making sure there’s no other raiders or clickers. This is a known safe house, far away from any civilization.
You and Joel spent plenty of time here together, often playing cards or just talking. The last time you were holed up here together, he watched you closely. The way your eyes traced his face, how they traced every line and curve of his muscled body. You thought you hid your desire, but Joel knew better. He knew just how you craved him.
“Yeah, that’s right,” you spit back, enunciating your words harshly. You’re lying, you know it and so does Joel. The truth is, if Joel hadn’t shot the raider in the head and dragged you out of there, you don’t know if you’d be alive to be having this argument right now. But you’ll never tell Joel that.
“If that were true, you wouldn’t be bleedin’ a goddamn river into the fuckin’ floor right now,”
Your brows furrow. “What are you–” you trail off, eyes darting to your side. You didn’t think the raider actually stabbed you. You lift your shirt, and nothing. But then it catches your eye.
The adrenaline must have kept you from realizing what happened to you. The raider managed to knife the top of your left thigh pretty good, a long cut all the way across. You couldn’t tell how deep it went or what. “Fuck,” you mumble.
“Blood everywhere. You know, that’s pretty fuckin’ close to your artery, genius,”
Don’t remind me, you think. Blood was never your strong suit. You press your hand into your thigh, your eyes flutter shut and your breaths become shallow when you see the liquid crimson painting your palm. Quickly, you walk to the couch in the living room and sit down with your head between your knees. You’re getting dizzy. “Just a scratch,” you mumble, to him or yourself, you don’t know.
“Get back here,” Joel barks at you. “You’re hurt. And I ain’t finished with you.”
You really don’t need Joel punishing you more than you’re already doing to yourself. You can’t take any more of his disappointed and angry looks. Any more of his words that cut so deep inside of your body.
“Fuck off,” you whisper, trying to compose yourself. Your vision is going spotty as you unbutton your jeans and push them down your legs, wincing as the rough fabric brushes over your wound. Your head is getting fuzzier, and Joel’s shouting something about other raiders being there at the store but you can barely understand him. He sounds miles away and underwater.
Joel follows you into the living room, reaching for your leg once he meets you at the dingy old sofa. It’s a dusty rose color with yellow and blue flowers. You kick his hand away and grit your teeth at the action. It fucking hurts. “Leave me alone, Joel. I’m fine,” your voice is weak and your eyes are getting glassy. Your lips lose their color. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” you pant.
“Oh, shit,” Joel whispers in realization, watching you lose yourself. He’s seen it all before. “You’re faintin’ again.”
Again.
You really didn’t handle blood well.
Once, Joel accidentally sliced his hand open trying to open an old can of fruit. You watched the entire thing and fainted right in front of him, ended up falling flat on your face. You have a scar on your chin from that night, now.
He spent the evening trying to bring you back to earth, feeding you the old fruit to get your blood sugar back up. Grumbling something about how you need to get it together if you’re gonna continue to be his patrol partner.
“No, I’m not,” your voice is barely above a whisper. You can’t admit defeat, admit that you should have been more conscious of your surroundings back at that old store, or else you wouldn’t be moments away from unconsciousness right now. You absolutely cannot let Joel win.
Joel lets out a deep sigh and crouches in front of you, trying to remove your hand from your thigh. You fight him, still. He can’t wrap his head around why you’re being so. Fucking. Stubborn.
“Stop it, Joel. I can take care of myself,”
Joel just grabs your wrist again, moving it away. You don’t have the energy to fight him off this time. “Let me see,” he mumbles. He takes in your injury, then leaves to grab his backpack. Once he’s situated, he begins his work. “Don’t need to be so proud. You’re hurt.”
He begins by pulling out a bottle of alcohol. You reach forward to take it from him, do it yourself. Deny him the satisfaction of picking up the pieces of the mess you’ve made of yourself, yet again.
He glares at you. “Knock it off,” he says gruffly. But you don’t, you just wiggle and avoid his touch. Pull away from him and push into his stomach with your foot. “Quit your squirmin’, for fuck’s sake. Too goddamn stubborn, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
Your cheeks go red at the pet name, your squirming comes to a halt. Joel takes notice of the effect his words have on you. “So that’s what it takes to get you to behave, hm? Call you sweetheart?”
He’s testing the waters…curious.
“No,” you lie. Yes.
There is an immediate change in the room, a tension between you and Joel in the atmosphere. It’s palpable, like you could reach out and grab it. Feel it between your fingers, even. Hot and heavy and impossible to ignore.
Joel reaches forward, covering your eyes with his hand. “Keep those eyes closed f’me, sweetheart. Don’t look. That’s it, now,” He removes his hand and your eyes are still closed, you know better than to look at the gore of your injured thigh. He continues, “Need to pull these pants down some more, alright?” You nod lazily in response, he pulls your pants down your legs and nudges your thighs apart. The cut goes further inward than either of you realized.
Joel gets to work then, dumping a bit of the alcohol over your wound. You groan and cry at the pain. It brings you back from your state of near-unconsciousness. “Fuck, Joel,”
He tries to ignore the little moans and fuck, Joel’s you let out as he disinfects your cut. “I know, I know,” he croons at you. “It’ll be over soon. Promise.”
He reaches for a rag and dumps some of his canteen’s water on it, then gently scrubs away the blood. He starts on the outside of your thigh and washes the blood off of your skin.
And then it happens. White-hot sparks of electricity deep in your core.
He reaches the inside of your thigh and accidentally brushes your center, covered only by the thin cotton of your panties. You let out a gasp in response.
“Sorry,” Joel mumbles. “Your wound is real close to yourself there. Might happen again.”
“No, it’s okay. I trust you,” you reply. And you do, but a part of you is hoping he touches you again.
“Doin’ so good f’me,” he mumbles, and his words have an intoxicating effect on you. Does he know what he’s doing to you? How he’s making you fall to pieces?
It does happen again. And again. And each time, you let out little gasps and moans. You almost wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, but you don’t mind. You wonder if he knows how aroused you’re getting with every brush of his fingertips.
He works for a while longer, then wraps up your wound with gauze. “All better now, sweetheart. I was feelin’ nice for some reason and didn’t torture ya with stitches, but I’ll check on it later and we might need to do some. Depends on how it’s holdin’ up, but I’ll be gentle if it comes to that,” He says softly, apologetically. His words are his olive branch extended to you, his apology for being too harsh with you in your injured state.
“Oh, how kind,” you bite back. And just like that, your feistiness has returned, you’re right back to being your stubborn and sarcastic self just like before. And you don’t really know why you build your walls back up, but you do. You’re not gonna take any pity from him. His words echo in your mind. Too proud. “I would’ve been fine without all your help, you know. And I won’t need any when we get back, so drop it.”
Joel’s soft gaze leaves and is replaced by another fiery look of offense. “Oh, fuck you. Jesus, would it kill you to say thanks?”
“Fuck you!” you spit. Joel blinks when your saliva hits his face, he wipes it from his cheek, then examines it on his palm. Slowly, he meets your eyes, his gaze dark and lustful. The tension in the air strengthens, you feel your heart begin to beat rapidly. You didn’t mean to spit on him, but you’re gonna stand your ground and not take any of his shit.
Joel rises to his feet, so big and radiating power and masculinity above you. “You wanna try that again?” he asks, his voice is low and dark, lacking any semblance of amusement.
“I, fu-” you stutter out. Your confidence is beginning to dwindle as you choke out, “Don’t need your fucking help. Don’t need to be a part of your fucking savior complex.”
Joel laughs dryly. You’ve really pissed him off now, you can see the pure hatred in his eyes. They’re icy cold, piercing right through you. “You’d better swallow your pride before I shove it down your throat myself, sweetheart. Sick of this attitude, you fuckin’ brat,”
“Make me,” you retort, challenging him. “How’re you gonna do that?”
You wonder just how far he’ll push you. What boundaries he’s gonna test…
“I don’t think you wanna find out, sweetheart. Not gonna be nice about it, I promise you that,”
“Big surprise,” you snarl, “There’s not one nice bone in your body. You’re a fucking ass–”
“Gonna start by fuckin’ that pretty mouth of yours, teach you a lesson,” he interrupts you. His voice is cool and collected, you watch his hands make their way to his front, he palms his growing erection. He eyes you questioningly for a moment, using them to ask you sincerely if this is okay. If it’s too much. You nod, understanding his silent question. He nods back.
You open your mouth to speak, but Joel wastes no time shutting you up. “You suck my dick like a good girl, and maybe I’ll consider makin’ you come. But I’m not feelin’ very generous yet,”
“What are you talking–” you trail off, watching Joel unbuckle his belt with his swift and deftly moving hands.
“You’re drippin’ for me, darlin’. Didn’t think I noticed? Could practically taste it,”
Your body betrays you and you let out a whimper at the thought of Joel’s tongue in your pussy. How he’d explore your folds with the firm and wet muscle. Joel chuckles in amusement, freeing his cock from the constraint of his jeans. He takes one imposing step in front of you, his thick and hard cock is held loosely between his thumb and his pointer and middle fingers.
“Not so tough now, hm? Not when your pleasure’s on the table, I see. Selfish fuckin’ brat,”
“Joel,” you moan. He shuts you up by shoving his cock in your mouth in one swift motion, your lips part around the soft and smooth flesh of his tip. He’s slow at first, making sure you can take it. When he’s satisfied with your readiness, he shoves it as far down your throat as you can comfortably take.
“Fuck, that’s all you needed. God, sweetheart. You’re so much nicer with my cock in your mouth, you know that?” he groans, his hands finding your scalp. He tangles his fingers through your hair and pulls gently, when you moan he tugs your hair roughly.
You hum in response, wrapping your hands around his upper thighs and squeezing his ass. He pushes them away with force. “You just don’t get it do you, you poor dumb thing? You take what I give you now, girl. Don’t be greedy,”
His words send pangs of desire through your body, you’ve never been so aroused in your life. His cock is hard and heavy on your tongue, and with each powerful thrust of his hips your nose nudges that tuft of dark hair surrounding his member.
“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. Your eyes are blown wide, tears pricking the corners. There’s spit dribbling down your chin and you look completely fucking ruined.
The dull ache between your thighs grows stronger, and ever so subtly move your hand to your center. Or so you think. Just before you can press your fingers to your clit, Joel pulls his dick from your mouth and grabs your wrist in a vice grip.
“God, you just don’t fucking learn, do you? I told you to suck my dick like a good girl,”
“I did, Joel,” you whine in protest. You move your other hand to your center in hopes of relieving the pressure, but he grabs that one too.
“God, you’re dumb. No, you didn’t. You didn’t listen, didn’t take what I was givin’,” he yanks you up by your wrists, drags you to the arm of the couch and shoves you. Hard. “So I’m gonna take what I want from ya now. And you can cry and beg as much as you want, and I still won’t let you come. ‘Cause you can’t follow simple directions.”
Your stomach drops, you realize just how serious he is. He’s gonna use you and toss you aside, leave you crying for release. “Joel,” you cry. He’s breaking you down.
“No point in cryin’ now. Just shut your mouth like a good girl and take my cock,”
You move to face him, but he turns you back in place. “Bend over,” he demands.
When you don’t jump at his command, he shoves you again, forcing your chest down into the arm of the couch. He roughly tugs down the fabric of your panties, and then you feel the sting of his big hand striking your ass, red hot pain spreading over your cheeks. “Fuck,” you yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Shut up,” he tells you sternly, massaging the stinging flesh of your ass. It’s a gentle reminder he’s still here. “God, you’re stupid. Poor thing. How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?”
You let out a moan in protest and he smacks your ass again. “Spread your legs. No back talking, now. Be a good girl and open wide for me. That’s it,” he croons as you shuffle your feet apart.
He drags his cock through your folds, purposely stopping just before your clit, denying you any sort of relief. He slips the tip of his cock in your pussy, then without warning, pulls you onto his cock. Hard.
You cry out and he shushes you, reminding you to keep quiet. He repeats the motion again and you bite your lip to keep your noises suppressed.
He fucks you with both hands on your waist, fingertips digging into your skin, surely decorating you with bruises. The room is filled with the noises of his heavy breathing and skin slapping skin, as well as the wet squelching of your pussy.
“Fu-” you start, moving a hand to cover your mouth.
“That’s it,” he breathes in approval. “Quiet.”
You bite back moans, feeling your stomach tighten. You’re getting close, just need a bit more.
His cock begins to pulse inside of you, his once calculated thrusts now sloppy and frenzied. “Feel that?” He asks. “Gettin’ close, now. Almost over, sweetheart. See what this pussy’s doin’ to me?”
You can’t help the wail that falls from your lips. You’re in agony, you need to come. And after this, you don’t know if you’ll be able to relieve yourself. Your fingers will never compare to his cock, you’ll never be able to match the pace or power with which he fucks you.
“S’matter, sweetheart?” He taunts you. “Breakin’ the rules again, you know. Do I need to remind you how good girls act?” He rubs a hand over your ass in warning, tapping his fingers on the swollen and still stinging flesh.
You shake your head no. It’s painful, the way he’s punching into that sweet spot deep inside you. So close yet so far from your orgasm.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I want you to nod your head yes or shake your head no, got it? Still don’t want you makin’ any noise,”
You nod in anticipation of what he’s going to ask of you. He’s still fucking you at a punishing pace.
“Been thinkin’ that you’d look real pretty comin’ all over my cock. Don’t you think?”
You nod again.
“Unfortunately, baby, you’re not allowed to. Which is a goddamn shame, of course,” he mumbles, his thrusts coming to a slowed pace.
He continues, “I was thinking if you said the magic words, I might make it all better for you,”
You whimper at the prospect of release, then quickly swallow your moans.
“You know those words, right baby? Please, thank you. Manners,”
You nod again, pushing your ass back into his groin. He swats at you with his hand, but not terribly hard. Just a gentle warning.
“Maybe all of this could have been avoided if you said ‘thank you Joel’. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in this position, practically beggin’ me to let you come,”
You nod in response, not willing to argue any longer. “Say thank you for my cock down your throat. Did you a favor, anyway. God knows you needed to shut up,”
“Joel, fuck. I need to come,” you rasp out, breaking his rule.
“Say thank you, sweetheart. Come on now, mind your manners,” God, how sexy and low his voice is.
You don’t thank him. Not yet. You won’t thank him, not until he breaks down every ounce of fight left in you.
He slaps your ass once more, then moves his hand to your clit, gingerly rubbing light circles into the sensitive bud. Teasing you. “Thank you, Joel,” he instructs you to say. “Thank you for your cock.”
You ignore him still.
He pulls you off his cock, whips you around to face him and looks deep into your eyes, notching the tip of his cock in your pussy once more. He begins pushing all the way in. “Say it.” He says in a taunting tone, elongating his words. His thumb is on your clit again, and he’s thrusting in and out of you slowly. “I’m givin’ you an out here. Just say those words f’me.”
You groan in frustration. Are you really going to give in?
“Come on, sweetheart. Know you need it. Look at the fucking mess you’re makin’, needy thing. Soakin’ my cock,”
And there it is again, that sickeningly sweet pet name he so affectionately calls you. Fuck it, you decide.
“Thank you,” you whisper, finally. Repeating what he wanted to hear you say for him.
“For what?”
The words kind of just slip out of your mouth, “For taking care of me,” you admit.
Joel’s movements falter, and he looks at you with a puzzled expression. It’s not at all what he thought you were going to say, what he wanted you to say, but nonetheless he’s pleased that he’s managed to fuck away some of your pride. He just smirks knowingly, pulls you in close and kisses you.
It’s sweet and slow, he’s taking his time massaging your tongue with his own. “Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he murmurs against your lips, fucking you again. He’s rubbing concentrated circles into your clit and continues. “Not so hard, hm? Just listen to me and let me take care of ya. However I want.”
You nod feverishly and pull yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His skin is hot and sweaty under your fingertips, the circles he’s tracing into your clit have your stomach tightening and your face contouring in pleasure. You’re right there, he can feel it. He’s not far behind.
“You earned it, baby. Let go now,” he whispers, hot breath tickling your ear.
And with that, you come harder than you ever have. His ministrations on your clit don’t stop, he keeps fucking you through it. “Joel,” you moan. “Oh, fuck. I’m there, I’m there.”
“I know you are, sweetheart. Ride it out with me. I’m right there with ya,” he assures you, his thrusts becoming frenzied as he chases his own orgasm. His neck and cheeks are flushed red, and in mere moments, he’s pulsing inside you, spurting hot and thick ropes of his seed that paint your insides. It’s a delicious feeling, one you’ve been craving for a while now.
He’s panting on top of you, his forehead pressed to your own, slick with sweat and sticky hair. You’re still holding onto him for dear life, catching your breath. He pulls out of you slowly, watching the mixture of your come drip on to the rosy couch. He pushes it back inside your worn pussy with his fingers, then brings them to his lips and licks them clean.
You giggle, your head dropping to his shoulder. He holds you like that for a moment, letting you steady yourself.
“I hope that wasn’t too much,” he speaks softly. “Didn’t mean to get out of hand. You okay? How’s your thigh?” His voice is full of concern, his hands on either side of your face. His eyes are sparkly and the darkest brown, the crease between his brows a little more prominent than usual. “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it,” you admit sheepishly, assuring him that everything is okay. You’re slightly embarrassed. Who knew you were such a freak? “My thigh is…I’m fine, I promise. It’s just a scratch.”
He says your name sternly, shooting you a warning look. “Let me see it. Can’t trust you,”
“Fine,” you concede, biting back a grin. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t flattered by his concern, the way he’s fawning over you.
He bends down in front of you, gently pulling back the gauze. Your wound is a little irritated in the rigorous fucking you and Joel participated in, but was mostly okay. He decides to clean it and wrap it again in new gauze, telling you he’s not wanting to risk infection. “So,” he starts undressing your wound. “Gonna listen to me from now on, right?
You nod your head. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to-”
He cuts you off, “I know you didn’t. Just need you to be careful, okay? Need you to listen to me. I’m lookin’ out for you, sweetheart,”
You wince in pain when he dumps more alcohol on your wound. “I just…I can take care of myself, you know?”
“I know you can. I know,” he says. Part of him wants to argue more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he silently works, wondering why you buck him on this, why you refuse to ask for help or admit you may need it. Whether it be on patrol or when you’re hurt, or fainting in front of him because you can’t handle a bit of blood. Thank god you’re never on nursing duty at the infirmary. He won’t press you anymore, though.
You share a moment of silence together, both unsure of what to say. What does this mean for your relationship in the future? Joel finishes wrapping your wound, and helps you stand up on shaky legs. He dresses himself, then tosses you your clothing. When he reaches for your pants, his hand falls through the massive hole on the thigh from where the raider knifed you
“Just a scratch, my ass” he mumbles, you hear the smirk in his voice. “Just a flesh wound, right?”
You smile as he tosses you the tattered jeans. “Yup. Just a flesh wound,” you say as you dress yourself again.
Joel leads you to the door, silently letting you know it’s time to get back to Jackson.
“You don’t even understand that reference,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Jesus, kid.”
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getting it over with - ch 2
pairing: bucky barnes x virgin fem!reader
summary: waking up after accidentally admitting a bit too much to bucky about your lack of action, you reveal that you remember everything.
warnings: kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, nervous!reader, bucky is very tender and a SMOOTH talker in this one, please let me know if i'm missing anything!
w/c: 2k+
a/n: THE LONG AWAITED!! i've been in such a rut lately and am so sorry if this doesn't meet everyone's expectations. i kinda like how it turned out and think it's definitely how classic 40s bucky barnes would treat a lady. anywho, enjoy reading my lovelies!
CHAPTER 1
waking up in your jamie’s arms made you wish you were still asleep. sure, you had cuddled before on movie nights when you had to share a blanket, but this was different. this meant he had chosen to stay, of his own volition. fate didn’t need to step in for him to cuddle you. or maybe you were reading far too much into it.
regardless, you relished in this rare moment of closeness you had with bucky. his arm was securely around your waist as your head remained on his chest. you let your chin rest on his chest in favor of looking at the face that was now free of his perpetual frown lines. you let your hands move the stray pieces of his hair from his face before he began stirring. his arm gently tightened around you before his left came to hold you as well, leaving you softly laughing at his cuddly tendencies.
“mornin’, doll,” his raspy voice scratched all the right parts of your heart. “sleep well?”
“slept like a baby,” you replied as you plopped your head back down on his chest, the rise and fall of his chest nealy lulling you back to sleep.
“so…” he trailed off. “do you…”
“i remember, jamie,” you were squeamish. he obviously kindly rejected your offer in an attempt to let you keep your dignity, but you couldn’t lie to him. “i-i’m sorry for all that. i never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and clearly, i did.”
“you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he assured you as you quickly got out of your bed. “y/n,” he called after you as you threw a sweater over your tank top from last night. he stood to meet you, tenderly holding your shoulders so you would get still. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable. the only thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that you were drunk when you asked me, doll,” now it was him who played with the strands of your hair that were still wild from sleeping.
“so, if i were to ask you that now, with a sound and sober mind… what would you say?” you avoided eye contact, opting to play with the frayed ends of your sweater.
“that depends,” he nudged your chin with a curled finger. “i’m gonna need you to ask me first,” he teased.
you rolled your eyes, “there’s a reason they call it ‘liquid courage’, jamie. sadly, i haven’t had any today.”
“you already know what i’ll say,” he shrugged casually, as if it weren’t practically humiliating what you were asking of him. the depth of desperation you had reached to ask your best friend who you’d loved for so long to do you this ‘favor’. “you know i’d do anything for you.”
“i want you to want me,” now you couldn’t stop looking in his eyes, captivated by the pretty blues you’ve always loved.
he chuckled, “don’t you know i always have?”
looking into his eyes, you wanted to believe his sweet, serene words that were dripping from his lips like honey. god, how you wanted a taste of the sickly sweetness that oozed from his presence near you. the attraction that pulled you towards him like he was stronger than any magnet tony had created was somehow amplified any time he looked at you the way he was. you only hoped the attraction wasn’t one sided. sure, he was telling you he’s always wanted you, but that doesn’t mean he wanted you romantically. maybe he just meant he wanted your body. either way, you would have him any way you could.
“say it,” he urged you.
“will you be my first, jamie?” you swallowed and looked away from him, somehow still afraid of his answer.
“only if i can be your only, too,” he grasped your waist, pulling you against his chest.
finally, you broke your eye contact with the floor in favor of his bright blues as he leaned in to press a searing kiss against your lips. in spite of the anticipation of what you had just asked asked him, the kiss was incredibly tender and unrushed.
your tongues danced in sync as if you had done this a million times before. his hands squeezed your waist more as you gently sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.
“you’re pretty good at this,” you giggled as you grabbed onto his forearms.
“we haven’t even done anything, yet,” your eyes went wide at the insinutaiton.
“are we-did you want to… now?”
“no, of course not,” his thumbs began rubbing on your waist over your sweatshirt. “i’m gonna make your first time special, like you deserve. if you want, there are other things we can do now. again, only if you want to.”
“well-uh-what were you thinking about?” your arms rose to his neck, thrown over his shoulders as his grip tightened on your waist.
he lifted you by the waist, signalling for your legs to wrap around his own so he could usher you back to the bed. he gently laid you down, hovering over you before pressing a searing kiss to your cheek, just as gentle as when he laid you down.
“i’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, doll,” he gingerly kissed down your torso, making the long trail to your center.
“you don’t have to if… if y’know, it makes you uncomfortable? i know guys aren’t really into that sometimes,” you rose to your elbows, observing him as he spread your legs further to make room for him. the way his eyes were fixated on you was as if you were the only woman he’d ever seen.
“uncomfortable?” he scoffed at the thought. “the only thing that’s making me uncomfortable right now is how many clothes we still have on.”
“that can easily be fixed,” you swiftly tore your shirt from your body, revealing yourself to him. his eyes were immediately drawn to your bare chest.
“fuck,” he breathed. “‘s like you’re trying to kill me, doll.” keeping his place between your legs, his arms trailed up your torso to massage your tits. “so fucking gorgeous.”
you placed your hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue. “jamie…” you sighed as your head was thrown back.
“has anyone ever touched you down here, doll?”
you shook your head
“only me?”
“only you,” you swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.
he moved from his place between your legs to help you remove your shorts and underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. once he was settled back between your plush thighs, you felt his hands gripping them tightly.
“such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, baby,” his face was so close to your center you could feel his breath against your skin with every word he said. “can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” he littered your thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to your center.
“please, jamie?” your hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize your need to him.
“please what, doll?” he mocked coyly.
“you know what,” your hips began to rise from the bed, searching for some relief.
“nuh uh,” he moved his head further from where he was, “i wanna hear you say it for me.”
“i-can you-i want you to eat me out please?” you rushed out and squeezed your eyes shut, not being able to see bucky as he finally connected his lips with your center. “o-oh my GOD!” his tongue traced your clit lightly, barely giving you much stimulation but even that was enough to make your legs begin to quivver.
while his tongue tracing your clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared you for feeling his tongue tracing along your soaking slit before delicately prodding inside of you.
“holy shit, jamie,” his tongue trailed back to your clit before you felt his finger slowly enter your pussy. your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer to your center.
he was so passionate about pleasing you, humming into your skin as he felt you tighten around his finger the deeper he went.
he made sure to wait for you to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before beginning to slowly thrust the single digit in and out of your center.
you tossed your head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of you that you could never reach yourself.
“fuck!” his finger found the perfect spot inside of you, curling to massage it gently and bring you closer to the edge. you could hear the squelching of your pussy in rhythm with his thrusts in and out of you, and somehow you had no idea that you could be so wet and messy.
you felt him moan against you even more as he brought his metal hand up your torso and begin to squeeze your tits, pinching and pulling your nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaniously adding a second finger inside of you.
he wanted to thank whatever gods existed for allowing him to be in between the safe haven of your thighs in this very moment. the soft plushness of your thighs that cradled his head as your fingers continued to tighten around his locks with every move his tongue made against your clit proved that heaven was real.
it took everything in him to stop jumping the bed like a horny teenage boy, because he knew he would’ve blown a load with how pretty your moans sounded, in spite of your thighs encasing his ears.
“ja-jamie,” you cried to him. “i’m so-so close, please don’t stop! please don’t stop!” you back began to arch off the bed as his ministrations continued, his fingers pounding into your pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at your clit. “oh my FUCK, JAMES, YES!” you cried as your hips continued to grind into his face, riding out your orgasm as he refused to cease his actions on your body until you couldn’t take any more and were pulling him away.
he pressed feather-light kissed up your torso, paying special attention to your neck before he met his lips with yours once more. you sighed into his mouth as your arms were lazily thrown over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you.
“that was amazing, jamie,” you heaved as he rested his forehead against yours. “i had no idea i could… y’know, that hard! it was intense…”
“i just ate you out and you still don’t want to say the words?” you shook your head rapidly as you tucked your face into his neck. “you came, y/n. you can say it out loud.” you felt his smile against your skin. “now i can officially say that you’re the sweetest thing ever.”
“jamie!” you shoved his shoulder lazily.
“you’re so cute when you get all flustered,” he brushed some of your hair from your face to watch you biting back your smile. “let me take you out? on a real date. i wanna give you what all the other nimrods ‘ve been to dumb to do themselves. wanna show you what you deserve to be treated like. will you let me show ya, doll?”
“you really wanna take me out?” you furrowed your brows. “i don’t mean that in like the killing way… not that you’d do that! i know that you’d never hurt me, i just phrased it weird and then i kinda got- y’know what? i’m gonna shut myself up this time before i get too stupid to even say the word ‘yes’. so, yes, i would love to go out with you, jamie.” you looked past bucky to avoid the further embarrassment from your incessant rambling.
he chuckled at your embarrassment in spite of being the most intimate you had ever been with anyone with him, you still got tongue tied when he asked you on a date. adorable, he thought as he got up, rushing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, getting it damp before returning and wiping the mess from between your thighs.
"thank you," you closed your thighs as he sat beside you in bed once more. he lifted your arms so he could push his long forgotten shirt over your head to cover you up.
"any time," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "how does next friday sound for you, doll?"
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how you and spencer meet!
receptionist!reader starts a new job at the BAU, and a very handsome coworker shows her around!
content: meet cute, fem!reader, pov you’re an idiot who’s sensitive to blood, fainting for the plot and not in the way it works in real life lol, confident-ish but pretty canon compliant mid-seasons spencer!
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the FBI certainly isn’t the place for squeamish little pansies…
at least, that’s what you were told in your interview. and you had nodded diligently, ignoring the lump in your throat as you thought about how you almost fainted the last time you had bloodwork done. but as a secretary, how bad could it get, right? you tried to assure yourself of this when you got the job offer.
on a brisk friday morning, you were wandering through the FBI Academy campus in an attempt to find your office. everyone around you seemed to be in a hurry, and no one had given you the time of day when you attempted to ask for directions. so fifteen minutes before your first day started, opposed to the promised half hour, you entered the NSAVC building with your tail between your legs.
the bullpen was empty. you had expected to be met by a trainer, or perhaps the person whose job you would be taking over, but you instead faced a grouping of empty desks. as you peered around the open area, your eyes landed on a conference room with large windows, allowing you to see a group of agents. with a sigh of relief, you headed up the stairs and knocked on the door lightly before letting yourself in.
before you was a circular table seating five people, all with their eyes trained directly on you. “hi!” you chirped. “i was looking for-“
“i think you’re lost, miss. students shouldn’t be allowed access into this department,” demanded a man in a full suit, who seemed to be in charge.
your smile faded as you saw the various displeased faces looking back at you. “oh no, i’m not…” in an attempt to avoid eye contact, you raised your sight to the opposite wall, projector casting images of open wounds and a dismembered corpse. and in only a second, your vision was going black.
—
the white of fluorescent bulbs seared even through to the inside of your eyelids, but despite this you still blinked a few times to shake the disorientation and open your eyes.
your legs were eased up in the air with a chair, brand new pencil skirt hiked slightly up your thighs. you felt the texture of carpet against your back through your blouse and the cool of ice on your forehead. your first instinct was to sit up and reorient yourself, which you tried to no avail.
“hey, hey, easy,” an unidentifiable voice said soothingly. you scanned your surroundings, finding a man with chin length chestnut hair in your periphery who couldn’t be much older than you. he was crouched beside you, apple juice box in hand and concern in his eyes. god, his eyes were pretty, you thought. like pools of dappled sunlight.
it took you a few seconds to recognize him as one of the displeased members of the conference room, and the previous events rushed back to you, bringing a flush to your cheeks. “i am so sorry, sir. um, agent. detective? there was a misunderstanding, and that was so unprofessional of me.”
he had a small smile playing on his lips as he scanned your face. he seemed to be entertained by the fact that you were so flustered, letting you finish rambling before he replied. “doctor spencer reid, and no worries at all. a freeze response to gore is a fairly common reaction. while you were unconscious we were able to identify you as the new front desk secretary, we thought you were starting next week so we weren’t expecting anyone.”
you visibly relaxed at his explanation. it seemed possible that you wouldn’t be fired on the spot for this. you took the hand he outstretched to you, helping you up from the ground slowly. he offered you the juice box, to which you shook your head. “i’m okay, but thank you.”
“i would recommend it. after fainting it’s likely that your blood sugar is low, and fruit juice is packed with natural sugars that will allow you to feel better almost immediately.”
“doctor’s orders, huh?” you joked, to which he cracked a smile again.
“i’m not exactly that kind of doctor. but yes, i do strongly advise it.”
so you took the juice box, and spencer walked you down the few steps from the office you’d been laying in toward the bullpen. suddenly you were filled with anxiety once again as the faces you had seen minutes ago holding inconvenienced stares now looked on with concern.
the man from before who was so clearly the leader of this operation approached, offering a hand to shake. “supervisory special agent aaron hotchner, i apologize for the misunderstanding.”
you winced away from him slightly, worried that any further mistake would result in you losing the position you had yet to start. “thank you, sir. i am so sorry for interrupting a meeting like that, and fainting. that wasn’t exactly the first impression i wanted.”
he had an easy smile, that of a reassuring father. “i can assure you that no punitive action will be taken, if that’s what you’re concerned about. if we knew you were coming today we would not have left graphic case evidence up on the screen.”
oh, thank god. you exhaled deeply, feeling the tightness in your chest subside. you stepped back toward spencer, whose gaze had never left you. “what should i be doing now? i was never informed of what my training would be, not to mention where my desk is.”
“linda’s out sick today, which is why we thought you weren’t coming until monday,” said the woman sat in the desk rightmost of you. her hair was pure black, with straight, blunt bangs that suited her well.
“we don’t exactly have training for you today without your predecessor here, so i thought you could shadow my agents to familiarize yourself with the office. and i’m happy to show you to your desk, but since you’ll mostly be seeing our faces daily, we should get introductions out of the way first,” agent hotchner said.
you glanced at spencer beside you almost unconsciously, in search of reassurance. despite knowing him for about three minutes, he was the closest thing you had to a friend or ally so far. and seeming to sense this, he shot you a smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes. you felt your anxiety melt a little, and you realized that everything was going to be okay.
—
by lunchtime, you had your things at your desk and nothing to do without a computer login or training. you remembered that hotchner had suggested shadowing someone, but the idea of asking one of the agents made your stomach churn. they sat only a dozen feet away from you, laughing and bantering as if they’d known each other all their lives. who were you to butt into their dynamic? so you sat twiddling your thumbs for the rest of the lunch hour, peeking at the group occasionally to confirm that you hadn’t spontaneously gained the confidence to approach.
spencer specifically appeared to be deep in thought once he got back to work. you thought that it would be best to shadow him if possible, given you were most familiar with the tall brunette, but you really had no business to interrupt his work. still, you worked up the courage to advance to his desk.
“would you like some more coffee, dr. reid? i could go get some for you, you seem pretty busy,” you offered in an attempt at nonchalance. but uncertainty and regret crept up quickly when you received no reply.
emily prentiss, the previously unnamed woman with dark hair, noticed the interaction. with a slight grin on her lips, she interjected. “don’t take it personally. he gets so into his case readings, it’s hard for him to pick up on anything else.”
“hey, pretty boy,” cooed derek morgan from another desk. “someone’s trying to talk to you.”
spencer lifted his head reluctantly, eyes following a moment later. he looked dazed, not quite focused on anything in particular. “sorry, what?”
“i noticed your coffee was almost empty, would you like some more?” you asked meakly. it took everything in you not to run and hide of embarrassment.
he finally registered the question, shaking his head fervently. “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that. i’m perfectly capable of refilling my own coffee, but while i do i could show you the kitchenette? it’s crucial to the operation of the office.”
and with a nod, the two of you headed to the tiny kitchen adjacent to the bullpen. you stood slightly out of the way as spencer placed his mug on the counter, refilling the drip coffee maker for a fresh batch. you watched him card his fingers through his hair, looking around casually.
“so, the kitchen is important why?” you inquired, head tilting slightly to emphasize your interest.
spencer finally met your eyes again, letting out a little breezy laugh. “oh, it’s not. i noticed that you were having trouble potentially asking one of us to show you around, so i thought this was an opportune moment.”
you flushed slightly at the confession, apparently caught red-handed in your effort. “wow, you’re pretty good at reading people. or was i just that transparent?”
“is that a joke?” his eyebrows knotted as he looked at you, no air of humour on his face.
you stared back, equally confused. “am i supposed to know that? do you have a particularly well known judgement of character?”
“well yes, you’re in the behavioural analysis unit.”
and with that, you were sure that you had damaged your ego and reputation in this job position irrevocably.
—
after a brief explanation of the lack of background information provided when accepting the job, spencer assured you that he wouldn’t tell the others. he expressed his surprise that the FBI hadn’t been as diligent as they usually are, and you had to agree.
“i mean, i told them that this was my first job after graduation. i was doing my field placement two months ago, and that was in a law firm!” you stifled a giggle, feeling at ease leaning against the kitchen counter with spencer taking occasional sips of his coffee.
“that’s astounding. they hired me young, but i’d argue that i was overqualified for the position,” he admitted. “you, however…”
you gasped in feigned offence, rolling your eyes. “hey, i learned a lot in that law office! i can photocopy anything you need me to, and schedule dry cleaning for same-day pickup.”
it had been well over a half hour at this point, with you and spencer getting gradually closer until your clothed elbow rubbed against his. no one else had come in, until mid-reply spencer was greeted by agent aaron hotchner himself, who happened to also need a fresh cup of coffee.
“reid, i see that you’ve taken it upon yourself to let our new team member shadow you. but maybe you should show her some places other than the coffee counter?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow.
spencer looked caught, eyes flitting from you to his boss. your boss too, you supposed. “of course. sorry hotch, we got a little caught up.”
“i can see that. as long as you get your files finished by end-of-day, it’s really none of my business.”
“yes, sir,” spencer yelped. he gestured rapidly for you to follow him, exiting the kitchen to return to his desk.
you watched him put his mug down and shuffle some papers around before his eyes lit up in recognition. “i actually do need you to photocopy this for me,” he admitted shyly.
“of course!” you replied, just before your smile dropped. “you actually never showed me where the copier is.”
spencer chuckled with you, getting up from his chair once again. “no problem, i’ll show you.”
and as the two of you began walking down the hallway together, the others laughed upon hearing, “by the way, would you like to go for dinner with me once we clock out? i have a lot more to tell you.”
derek grinned. “i didn’t know that kid had the balls.”
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(hi guys!! thank you for all of the love on my first spencer post!! i’m having so much fun writing these! psa tho: as i said before, i’m a lesbian i just have a weird thing for this one particular fictional man- so if u follow me, pls expect woman-centred content mostly!!)
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enemies to lovers but one is injured + sentence starters
“ can you walk? “
“ i’m all right. “
“ you’re bleeding. “
“ lean on me. ” “ for support? “ “ yeah, why else? “
“ i’ll get you out of here. ”
“ are you crazy? i’m not leaving you! “
“ if you die on me, then what's the issue? you either live, or you die. “
“ just trust me, yeah? “
“ i don't need your help. “ “ are you sure? cause it sure does look like it. “
“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “
“ how bad is it? “ “ it’s bad. “
“ you got shot. there's a bullet in you. i can see it. “ “ i can feel it. “
“ stay with me. don’t close your eyes. “
“ i hate you. oh, i hate you so much right now. “
“ just remove the damn thing. “
“ i’m not a doctor. “
“ it didn't pierce your heart did it? “ “ no, clearly not. “ “that's unfortunate. “
“ you trust me, don't you? “
“ jesus fucking christ, you're annoying. “
“ don't touch me! “ “ how am i supposed to bandage you up if i can't touch you? “
“ don't touch me. “ “ then do it yourself you, egit. “
“ right now, you’re all i have. “
“ you’re going to be okay. we’ll both be. “
“ can you hear me? “
“ i'm scared. “
“ i don't wanna die. “ “ you're not gonna die, you here me? “
“ when have i ever put you in danger? actually, don't answer that. “
“ if i do this, do you promise to stop harassing me? “ “ absolutely not. what kinda sick request is that? “
“ i can’t feel my legs. “
“ can you walk? “ “i’m bleeding. “
“ here, take my gun. “ “ are you crazy? i’ve never used one before! “
“ i can’t get up. you’re gonna have to have to carry me. “
“ come on, i’ll bandage you up. “
“ look, i know we’re not exactly friends, but right now, you're all i got. “
“ you shoot. i distract. “
“ where’s the bullet? hey, i can’t find the bullet! “
“ why are you the one freaking out? i’m the one with a knife in my stomach. “
“ are you squeamish? because it looks like you’re gonna throw up. “
“ you've always impressed me. you're stronger than you look. “
“ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “
“ here, take my hand. “ “ are you clean? “
“ i'm gonna kill you. “ “ for what, saving your ass? “
“ don't touch me. “ “ okay. shall i leave you here to die, then? “
“ stop it, you're hurting me! “ “ i need to get the knife out. “
“ didn't realize you had it in you. “ “ what? “ “ to care for another person. “
“ trust me, if anybody's going to kill you, it's going to be me. “
“ couldn't just let you die. fair fight and all. “
“ don't remove the knife, or you'll bleed to death. “
“ shut up before i kill you myself. “
“ just wait for me here. “ “ it's not like i can go anywhere. “
“ give me your gun. “ “fuck, no. “
“ why the hell did they stab you? “ “...should i have asked for an explanation? “
“ shut up or i'll give you a real reason to cry. “
“ you owe me. “
“ fuck you, i'm not doing this. “
“ what's wrong with you? you almost got me killed! “
“ yeah, well. perhaps i didn't understand just how much until this very moment. “ “ this is all your fault. “ “ don't act like you're not enjoying yourself. “
“ you're going to kill me, aren't you? “
“ why would you do this? why would you help me? “
“ call it a truce. “
“ why the hell did you stab me? “
“ i don't have anywhere else to go. “
“ i'm glad you're okay. “
“ thank you, for saving my life. “
“ i would have died if it wasn't for you. “
“ you can stay for as long as you need. “
“ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “
“ if you need anything, you know where to find me. “
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Stray Kids Reaction || Finding Out He's A Vampire
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2023
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CHAN:
It was official tonight, your engagement to Chan was announced to all of your friends and family and right now you were cooking a wonderful meal to serve to his friends and your family. They were all waiting for you inside the living room while you finished preparing the final pieces of the meal, all that was really left to do was chop up some carrots and you'd put yourself in charge of that.
"I was thinking once they all go, we could go and celebrate upstairs," Chan whispered in your ear, slowly biting down on your earlobe as you let out a small whimper of his name. Your hands shake with the knife as you accidentally let it drop, cutting your finger in the process,
"Shit," You hissed out as you felt warm blood pooling down your finger, Chan was instantly away from you and on the other side of the room. You knew he'd always been squeamish around blood but you never knew why, you just knew that whenever blood was involved he'd be away from you in a flash.
"You okay?" You questioned, staring at him as he stared down at the floor refusing to meet your eyes.
"I should ask you that," He seemed to get out through gritted teeth, You slowly walked over to him turning his head to look at you and you almost let out a yelp. Staring back at you were two blackened eyes with veins going down his face,
"Vampire..." You whispered to yourself, you'd known about the supernatural for a long time and who didn't? This world was full of different things and you'd seen your fair share of them but you'd never come face to face with a vampire before.
"I was going to tell you...I-I just...I didn't know how," He admitted as his eyes began to return to their usual colour and the veins began to retreat.
"How old are you?" You questioned as you cleaned up the blood from your finger, applying a band-aid while Chan came over and stood behind you again.
"Does that matter?" He bit down on his lip, he knew deep down that it was something he was eventually going to have to tell you about but he was holding off for a while.
"If I'm sleeping with someone who's over 100, then yes." You teased before he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding onto you tightly. There was the all-important question about how this was ever going to work if you were to get married since he was going to live for an eternity.
"I'm only 55," He smirked, kissing your cheek, his hands holding onto your waist as you looked up at him.
"Were you going to tell me...C-Cause, marriage is forever and being like you...forever is a very...very long time," You teased him softly as you ran your hands over his chest and he smiled down at you.
"I was going to tell you in a better way than this but...Forever with you sounds like heaven, even if I am destined for hell eventually," He winks before you kiss him deeply.
MINHO:
Minho liked to think that he was pretty good at hiding his secret, after all, he had been hiding it for the last 107 years of his life and he intended to keep it for the rest of it too. But there was something Minho didn't know and that was that you knew WHAT he was, it had taken you about three months of dating him to figure it out. The constant need to be away from you whenever you'd injured yourself to the point of bleeding and then there was his pale complexion and just how cold he was to the touch. It wasn't news to you that he was a vampire,
"I have to tell you something," Minho said one night as you watched vampire diaries for the 100th time, you paused it and slowly turned to look at your boyfriend.
"What's up?" You questioned with a small smile,
"I need to tell you something and you can't freak out because it's something that I've been hiding for a while." He told you as he looked at you nervously if his heart still worked he was sure it would have been beating faster than he ever thought possible.
"Is it that you're a vampire? Cause it's not new news," You told him before placing some popcorn into your mouth and smirking at him.
"What? How-"
"Baby, you're pale...Paler than someone who could ever be human, you run away whenever I'm bleeding and not to mention I've found photos of you from years ago," You giggled a little as you watched your boyfriend slump into the seat feeling completely relaxed. For weeks he'd been stressing out about everything and here you were putting him at ease.
"It doesn't scare you?"
"You've never bit me...I assume you didn't tell me so you could kill me?" He shook his head and you smirked, kissing his lips quickly pressing play on the TV again,
"You know they got most of this show wrong," He told you as he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you tighter to him as he began to point out all of the wrong facts in the show.
CHANGBIN:
Things were starting to worry you with Changbin, he was being quiet and moody lately and you were beginning to think that maybe you'd done something to upset him. Or maybe even pissed him off somehow but you'd been wracking your mind for weeks and nothing came to mind of what you could have done to upset him so much.
"Did I do something?" You asked Changbin as he continued to drive into the night without barely speaking a word to you. He'd come to pick you up for a date but he'd barely looked in your direction much less utter a hello to you as you'd gotten into his car. Was this it? Was he about to take you somewhere he could break up with you?
"If you're going to end things you could do it at my place, that way when I need to cry I can do it in the comfort of my own home," You told him, instantly feeling bad for the tone you were speaking to him in but you couldn't help it.
"End things?" He questioned as he pulled into a dimly lit lay in the road, switching off the engine and turning to look at you. The two of you had spent many nights like this on the side of the road, some steamy nights just like this but somehow this didn't feel the same.
"You've been avoiding me for weeks, you're acting like you don't even know me." You told him as he sighed a little looking out into the field in front of the car and then back at you.
"I'm in love with you," Your heart practically jumped into your throat as he admitted this to you, it was the first time either of you had even bought it up.
"I love you too..." You whispered, still not seeing anything wrong with this but he turned to look at you and his fangs began to grow and his eyes turned dark.
"I'm a monster...You can't love me," You stared at him for a second, your heart thumping rapidly but none of it scared you. It was supposed to, you'd read about this online but it didn't scare you. Not when you knew Changbin would never do anything to hurt you.
"I do, and nothing will stop that." You told him as you ran your hand over his cheek and smiled as he snuggled into your touch.
HYUNJIN:
You'd finally taken the plunge and moved in with your husband-to-be, you'd finally finished unpacking your things and decided to help Hyunjin out while he was at work. Only you'd stumbled onto something you weren't sure you could understand, You knew Hyunjin loved art but some of the pieces in his collection dated back hundreds of centuries ago and you were confused about how he'd gotten his hands on them. Then there were the journals you'd found, all written by Hyunjin, but that couldn't be possible.
"I bought food back! I thought we could eat and watch..." Hyunjin stopped talking slowly as he walked into the living room to see you surrounded by paintings and journals. You hadn't meant to snoop but once you started you just couldn't stop.
"What are you?" You questioned as you slowly got up from the floor, the more you'd read the journals the more you realised your husband couldn't have been human. Unless he was some kind of timelord that never aged but even then that was an alien
"I can explain." He stuttered a little. It was something he was always supposed to talk to you about but he always put it off. Decided that he didn't want to tell you in case it ruined everything between you, he just needed more time with you before he said anything.
"You're a vampire...Right? That would make sense, you hardly eat around me, you're always sneaking off...Working in a hospital..." Hyunjin swallowed the lump in his throat,
"I was going to tell you."
"You proposed to me...Asked me to move in...Don't you think you should have told me before we got to this point?" You placed your hands on your hips, if Hyunjin had been around for centuries at this point that meant he was going to continue to live while you slowly died,
"I'm going to die while you continue living, isn't that...a little sick?" You didn't even want to think of leaving Hyunjin, this man was the man for you and you knew that deep down. But how was it ever going to work?
"You don't have to die." He quickly added as you stared back at him,
"What?" The thought had occured to you but you weren't sure he'd ever go for it. In his journals in earlier years, he'd written about wanting to die but it seemed to have changed in the last two years since he'd started seeing you.
"If you want me forever...I-I can change you," He reached his hands out for yours and you squeezed him a little.
"Forever with you seems like a hell of a life," You whispered as he smirked at you, his fangs showing a little as you bit down on your lip excited with what the new life was going to bring you both.
JISUNG:
You'd had a secret suspicion about Jisung for months now and today was the day you were going to put it to the test and see if your theory about him was correct.
"Did we have to come here first?" Jisung licked his lips as his eyes darted around the room you were both standing inside. It was the annual blood drive of your town and you'd signed yourself up, asking your boyfriend to accompany you.
"I know you're scared of needles but I need you here to hold my hand," It was a lie, you didn't NEED him there but you wanted to see if you were right about him. When you first started dating one another you'd believed most of his lies, he couldn't donate blood because he had a rare type that made it impossible to do, the running away whenever you'd hurt yourself because he was squeamish but as the years passed you knew there was something wrong. The man didn't sleep, you were sure of that for a fact. You'd wake up and he'd be awake, claiming he'd just gone to the toilet but then he'd always be awake whenever you woke up and it was starting to put some doubts into your head. So you did what any normal person would and took to the Internet to find out.
"yn..." He stuttered a little before you caught it, his eyes darkening and fangs starting to come through and you smiled.
"Let go," You whispered quickly rushing him out of the room but as soon as you were out of sight of anyone that could see him, he held you tighter and you were suddenly in a locked room.
"How did you figure it out?" He stares at you and you shrug your shoulders, it wasn't exactly hard when you were noticing everything.
"It all started to come together...Why did you hide it from me?" You whispered, reaching out and holding onto him as he let out a small sigh. This wasn't how he wanted to tell you about his secret,
"How could you want to spend your life with a monster?" He looked away from you and your heart broke for him, how could he ever see himself that way?
"Because I love him and I don't see him as a monster," You forced him to look at you and he smiled weakly.
"No more secrets, we share everything with each other," You warn him as he nods at you, leaning down and kissing you softly.
FELIX:
It was well-known knowledge that the woods in your town were a place where no one should be caught inside, alone at least. But you were sick of waiting around for your fiancé to take you on a hike through the area, you'd been dying to see the mountains inside and you wanted to get some photographs of everything so that's what you'd planned to do today. Only it hadn't exactly gone to plan, you'd woken up at 4 in the morning so you could into the woods but hours into your hike you'd fallen and hurt yourself a little. Which wasn't a big deal, the big deal was that you had no cell service and you could barely move to get back out of the woods.
"I'm going to die alone and scared," You grumbled to yourself as you dragged yourself toward the edge of the trees trying to take shelter from the rain that suddenly started to hammer down. You were about to reach for your phone again when you heard something snap from behind you, Your head spun around and you let out a loud scream.
"Yn?!" Felix's voice filled the air and you stared at him as he made his way over to you, blood dripping down his chin as you stared at him.
"I'm dreaming...I hit my head and I'm dreaming." You told yourself as Felix stared down at your leg, It was clear your ankle was broken and clearly you were in a massive amount of pain.
"Shit, Yn...Your ankle,"
"I'm going to wake up any second. There's no way my fiancé is a vampire," You whispered as he shook his head at you, you were suddenly in his arms.
"I told you, the woods aren't a good place for you." He smirked knowing it was neither the time nor the place for an "I told you so" speech but he was trying to take your mind off things.
"You were hiding me from seeing you, right?" Felix nodded his head as he walked you through the woods and back to civilisation.
"Do you drink human blood?" You quizzed as you looked at him, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat.
"Animal." He told you as he carefully began to run with you in his arms using his vampiric speed to get you home faster.
"I hunt in the woods so I don't hurt anyone when I'm hungry...I would never hurt someone." He told you as he gently placed you down on the sofa in your living room, sitting beside you as he bit into his own wrist,
"Drink. It'll help with the broken bone," You stared at his wrist before drinking his blood slowly, whimpering a little at the taste.
"We have a lot of talking to do." He told you as he let out a small sigh, both of you smiling at one another your ankle already starting to feel better.
SEUNGMIN:
Seungmin watched you in amusement from the other side of the room, You had no idea he was home yet and you were putting the finishing touches on your costume. All without touching the item of clothing, since you were a witch you could pretty much do anything you put your mind to. Seungmin had been thinking of a way to approach telling you what he was and he knew Halloween was probably the best time. If it went wrong he could always tell you he was playing the role of his costume - a vampire... Original...of course, he did it every single year. It was the one day he didn't have to hide what he truly was and it seemed you didn't either.
"Need a hand?" He questioned, the clothes dropping to the floor as your concentration failed and you spuing around to face your fiancé,
"You're back early." You hissed, looking at the clothes and then back to Seungmin who was smirking at you.
"You don't have to hide from me you know." He told you as he moved closer to you, your heart began to race as you stared at him.
"I can explain..." You trailed off, trying to come up with some kind of explanation for it, you could tell him there was a hidden string or something but you weren't sure.
"Yn, we both know there are many things in this world." He told you as you looked at him, a tingle running up and down your spine, as you narrowed your eyes at him.
"And what other things are there?" You quizzed, you knew the answer but you could already sense there was something he wasn't telling you. Something he hadn't told you about for a while now but you've always had a feeling he wasn't human either.
"It seems we're both going to the party as what we really are." He suggested and your eyes widened a fraction, You'd never met a vampire in real life and yet you were engaged to one?!
"Oh, we're not going to any party." You laughed a little, patting the sofa as you got ready to quiz him on every single thing you had on your mind about vampires
JEONGIN:
Jeongin stared at you with widened eyes and you stared back at him with the same look of shock. The two of you were out shopping for some new plants for your garden when suddenly you were on the floor.
"How?" You stared at him, looking over at the spot of the garden centre you knew he'd been standing in seconds ago. It was impossible for him to be next to you right now,
"I was right beside you," He told you, he knew it was wrong of him to lie to you but it was the only way he was going to be able to get you to drop this. The last thing he needed was YOU of all people finding out exactly what he was. He wasn't ready for that secret to come out to you yet,
"Don't gaslight me," You groaned at him, looking at the plant pot that had been seconds away from crushing you and then back at your fiance.
"How did you get here that fast?" You stared at him as you swallowed the lump in your throat, you already knew the answer to it but you needed to hear it come from his lips.
"Yn now is neither the time nor the place."
"I think it is, you just saved me from dying despite being halfway across the garden centre." You stared at him, letting him know you weren't going to drop this until the truth came to light.
"You already know what I am, I know what you are." He whispered as you looked down at the tattoo that was on your lower arm, you were a vampire hunter. Raised to hate and kill any vampire that you came into contact with, he was supposed to hate you too and yet he wanted to marry you? You'd grown up to believe vampires had no feelings, that they were cold and heartless and could never see past their own hunger.
"You knew what I was but still wanted me?" You stared at him, did he have a death wish?
"I fell in love with a vampire hunter." He chuckled, he saw the irony in it and he needed to laugh or he'd cry.
"And I, a vampire." You whispered as you looked around you, biting down on your lip it wasn't going to be long until people started to come over.
"We need to get out of here before people ask questions," You told him as he quickly pulled you up, winking as he used his vampire speed to get you both out of there
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Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Summary - Dr. Matthew Sturniolo is a world-renowned scientist best known for his experiments that are deranged, grotesque and just downright insane. Due to his contributions that stemmed from his research, he has successfully obtained the title "The Mad Scientist". Y/n L/n became so enamored by Dr. Sturniolo's crazy experiments and his eccentric nature that she worked her way through her connections in the scientific community to become his personal apprentice. Unfortunately, his insatiable appetite for the unnatural and the impossible has reared it's head towards her direction and it seems to want her to satisfy it.
Warnings! - smut, spit, praise, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), doctor/professor/boss kink, dumbification, dirty talking, a little bit of power play?, mentions reader being injected with a needle but is very brief, mentions reader passing out, talks about using a body for experiments however none of that actually takes place!!!, descriptions of strange experiments and decor, I truly don't think y'all have anything to worry about even if you're squeamish but I just thought I would mention it anyway, slight aftercare
I race across the university campus straining to pull on my pristine white lab coat over my pajamas. It's a few minutes past two in the morning as I make my way to Dr. Sturniolo's laboratory. Along with the amazing opportunities that this job encompasses, it also requires frequent late-night calls to his lab once he makes progress with an experiment.
Although he gets plenty of good press applauding him for his advancements, he also has many people in the world who condemn him for his heinous acts. To most, his experiments that push the boundaries of the world that we know today are disgusting and he should be locked away for just his thoughts alone. Thank God the university donors funnel enough money into the program to keep him going, albeit in a secret lab away from the general public so he can continue to pursue his passion without interference.
I enter the building where his lab is held and begin to descend the stairways into the basement where he is currently holed up. I always find myself having a little pep in my step when he calls me up to come to the lab. Excited to see his newest creation but also to see his gorgeous eyes that had a glint of insanity in them paired with those delectably plump lips and adorable undereye bags that were gifted from the many sleepless nights he spent down there.
I definitely consider myself lucky considering I bagged one of the most unique and exciting jobs on the Earth. Well, lucky for the most part. Thanks to getting top marks in school and already having quite a knack for the weird and unusual parts of science. Always bouncing off the walls at being able to dissect frogs in biology, being first in line to sign up for forensic classes, or even just enjoying the art of making something that was once thought impossible, possible. I'm sure the doctor saw my potential and that I also possess, even if it's just a fraction, some of the craziness that he holds in his pretty head.
The doctor and I have a unique but close relationship, spending a lot of time in closed quarters, hours in the lab theorizing and experimenting, mostly me just following him around like a lost puppy and watching him work his magic. It hasn't gone unnoticed that the breathable tension that flows between us is getting stronger.
The past few weeks have been hugs, slight touches and him leaning over my shoulder breathing in the same air as me while I scribble notes for him. Him giving me pet names that make me subtly clench my thighs and him flashing me dangerous smiles that really make me question if I should cross the boundaries between a boss and his apprentice.
I finally pass the last threshold after scanning my university badge numerous times to get through the security checkpoints. I throw open the door to the lab and am met with an almost pitch-black room except for a slight cobalt blue hue that illuminates the space coming from a large tank that is holding one of his latest experiments that lies toward the center of the lab.
It's freezing cold as per usual but due to my rushing I didn't bother to put on a long sleeve or even pants on. Being donned in a tank top, pajama shorts, fuzzy socks, and my lab shoes, I realize I look incredibly disheveled and utterly ridiculous. I didn't even comb my hair before running over here and honestly, the doctor would be the last person to worry about that.
He almost lives in his lab as he spends all his time here. He has seen me in my best and worst state as I am often called to come to the lab in the late hours of the night when I am asleep or trying to continue to finish my research notes.
Due to the chill, I try rubbing my hands over my covered arms to try and generate some heat from the friction. I don't hear any noise and I don't see the doctor anywhere working.
"Doctor?", I ask slowly walking around the lab and pausing at the tank.
The bright blue liquid contains a single chimp who looks to be in a deep sleep state. He floats around slowly alongside the tiny bubbles that accompany him. The doctor's latest experiment features one of the things that humanity has always wanted to figure out - cloning. He has successfully cloned several species such as rats, bunnies, and even raccoons and we are slowly working our way up getting closer and closer to human cloning.
This has been a top-secret operation that has consumed all of our time and effort and I would be a liar if I were to say that all this time spent together in close proximity hasn't made my attraction for him grow ten-fold. Getting a front-row seat to him working constantly, watching him lick his lips and bite them in concentration, push his luscious hair back when he's stressed, and even his arms and hands that become covered in veins when he's been notetaking a little too long. I am utterly surprised at the amount of self-control I've accumulated from trying to resist throwing him on the lab counter and defacing it completely.
"Sir? I'm here, where'd ya go?", I called out again turning away from the tank. I hear slight rustling and look towards to lining of shelves at the back of the lab. Matt moves around one of shelves holding a small box of empty petri dishes in one hand and in the other is holding a beaker with a strange purple liquid. He's looking at his feet and mumbling to himself inaudibly as he moves closer to me.
"There's my smart girl!", he exclaims when he looks up and sees me. I can't contain the slight blush that crawls on my cheeks and warms my face. This has been the newest nickname he's been fixated on lately and I definitely don't mind it.
He takes a swig from the beaker with the strange liquid and quickly presses a slight kiss on the crown of my head before heading towards one of the lab counters. "I sincerely hope that what you're drinking isn't dangerous to humans?", I quip with a raised eyebrow. "It's just juice I promise", he flashes me a smile and then holds out the beaker for me to inspect it myself. I meet him from across the counter and sniff the top of the beaker which he is still holding up for me. Hm, grape, another fixation of his recently since the local store ran out of apple juice one time a couple weeks ago when I went on a grocery run.
I give him a nod of approval and he sets down the beaker. While he messes with some of the items already set on the counter I take in his appearance. He looks more of the same, red juicy lips from licking and biting them too much, his hair messy and disheveled, and his undereye bags still present. I trail my eyes down his chest and see his grayish button-down is slightly unbuttoned at the top revealing his collarbones that I so desperately want to lick and suck on while he-
"Come here Y/n."
I'm shaken from my thoughts and move around the counter too abruptly and bump into the corner when I approach him. I let out a small hiss and stopped before him when he grabbed my hip with his warm hand under my lab coat and gently rubbed it to help soothe the pain. He pushes the microscope toward me with his other hand, and gestures for me to look through the lens. "This is what I wanted to show you." He says in a hushed voice looking at the side of my face, his hand still rubbing my hip soothingly.
I lean forward and grab a hold of the microscope, I have to adjust the lens slightly to see what is on the slide that is already inserted. When I lean forward some of my hair falls in front of my shoulder and Matt catches it with his hand that's not on my hip and gently pushes it back behind my shoulder with a soft pet to the back of my neck after to hold it in place. All these lingering touches and with how close I am to him right now are greatly breaking down my resolve quickly and I don't know if I can conjure up any self-control this time.
Once I direct my focus away from him and his gentle touches I am astounded by what I can see on the slide. I gasp lightly, "Is that...", I pause my question in shock. "An embryo? Yes it is.", he finishes my question for me. I look away from the scope into his eyes next to me and I feel a broad smile crawl onto my face. He matches my expression and we both just stare into each other's eyes in silence.
"Does this mean we are finally capable of replicating it?", I ask excitedly. He nods his head and my eyes move down to his lips when he licks them slightly. "We're getting closer and closer to the best part, all thanks to you.", he squeezes his hands that are still on my hip and the back of my neck in an affectionate manner. "Anything for you sir.", I whisper leaning closer to him.
"Hmm, anything for me huh?", he stresses as he uses his grip on me to completely close the distance between us and press me against him. I can feel a slight hardness in his pants against my pelvis and I clench my thighs at the feeling. I run my hands up his chest grasping the collar of his dress shirt that is under his own lab coat and I lean my face closer to his while using my grip on him and raising on my tiptoes.
"Yes sir, anything."
He lets out a low growl before he completely consumes my lips in a breathtaking kiss. His hand on my hip slides to my lower back under my tank top caressing the skin there. Using my hips I push even further into his bulge and when he opens his mouth emitting a groan I slide my tongue into his mouth. I can taste the grape juice he was just sipping on and in the moment it feels as if it's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in my life.
Using the grip he has on my back to push his hips back and forth against me grinding against my lower half while he keeps my head in place with his other hand. He massages my tongue with his passionately which makes me let out whiny moans and a dripping wetness spreads into my panties.
He then turns and pushes me into the counter in front of us while still kissing me. He withdraws his tongue from my mouth and starts to kiss from the side of my lips down to my neck.
Matt is still grinding his hips into me and he starts sucking next to where his fingertips are keeping my head still. I'm moaning into the air now and my hands begin to unbutton his shirt as quickly as I can manage with how little space there is between us. Once I make it to the bottom of his shirt I untuck it completely from his dress pants.
My neck is sore at this point from the love bites he's blessed me with. He moves both of his hands to the bottom of my tank top and yanks it up and over my breasts quickly. He leans back to inspect them, moving his hands to cup each breast and feel the weight in his hands.
I'm gripping his belt tightly and holding his hips against mine keeping them from moving. I'm subconsciously afraid that I'm still in bed dreaming about him instead of being here. Present with the famous Dr. Sturniolo while his hard-on is against me and him admiring my tits in his hands.
His entire focus is drawn to them, my breathing heavy, my ribs contracting and expanding pressing against his hands. Matt's breathing is just as heavy as mine as he gently squeezes and moves his thumbs to softly circle over my areolas. My hands grip his belt tighter as he begins to pinch and twist my nipples while groping my breasts affectionately. My eyes slide closed and my head tips slightly forward at the pleasure I'm feeling.
"Look at me Y/n.", he whispers to me.
I open my eyes, half-lidded, and meet his captivating ones already looking at my own. He slowly leans down while maintaining eye contact and kitten licks my right nipple while giving me a harsh grind at the same time. He goes back to squeezing and grinding against me, sucking, licking and practically making out with my breast. Moving back and forth between them leaving kisses in his path when he moves to each one.
Matt and I were just staring at each other only breaking eye contact to blink. The intenseness of his stare increased my arousal for him and I could physically feel the admiration radiating off of his eyes. We both had a mutual psychic understanding that we both wanted and waited forever for this moment but we were grateful it was finally happening.
While he stained my skin with his kissing and licking I felt inclined to move things faster and quickly started unbuckling his belt. He felt the movement and leaned back, his hands moving slowly up from my chest to cup my neck from the back, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. I didn't remove his belt as I felt a little too turned on to bother with the specifics of getting completely naked. I just unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants and started to pull them down just enough to palm his dick through his boxers.
He finally broke eye contact by looking down at my hand with a groan, his grip tightening on my neck and pulling my face to his to where our lips were ghosting each other and our noses were touching. "You wanna make me feel good, huh?", he asked me and bucked his dick into my hand. I squeezed him and he hissed against my lips. "Yes, sir I wanna make you proud of me.", he sees my innocent stare and growls sucking my bottom lip into his mouth quickly biting it and releasing it with a pop.
He uses the hold he has on my neck and pushes me to the ground on my knees in front of him. He removes his right hand and pushes his pants and his boxers down enough for his cock to heavily bob into the air. It's so big and beautiful and looks so delectable, my thighs pulse against each other becoming tight against my pussy.
He grips his cock and strokes it slowly, squeezing his tip hard to push a little precum out of his slit. He then rubs his tip against my lips spreading his precum around my mouth and I stick out my tongue to touch his dick and lick up the residue. He tilts my chin up a little to look into my eyes again, "Open up for me sweet girl.", he commands and I immediately part my lips enough for him to slide his dick into my mouth. He moves his right hand to the side of my head holding back some of my hair away from my face.
He pushes his hips back and forth to guide the way that he wants me to suck him. I use my tongue to smooth up and down each side and on the bottom as best as I can to heighten his pleasure, which proves difficult with how thick his cock is. Matt's moaning out loud while he uses my mouth and I feel so much satisfaction knowing that I can make my mentor feel this way. That it's me who is sucking his dick right now and letting him push himself into me.
He slides his hand on the side of my head to the back and grips my hair to pull me and press my head against the side of the table. His hand protected my head from hitting the side. Matt adjusts his position so he's leaning even more over me now, my hands move to his thighs and dig my nails into them. This new angle allows him to plow into my mouth more aggressively, fucking my face. He thrusts faster, groaning even louder and holding onto my hair tighter.
I'm gagging loudly, spit bubbles pouring out of my mouth falling down the sides of my mouth and dripping onto my chest. Trying my hardest to hold onto his thighs for leverage and pull in breaths when I can every time he trusts out. "Such a good girl letting me fuck your throat.", he groans out, I moan in response looking at him with my teary eyes.
"Deep breath baby", he says quickly pulling out to his tip for only a second while I suck in a deep inhale. He then quickly pushes all the way to the hilt my nose smashing against his pubic hair at the base of his pelvis. "Aw fuck yes, so fucking good." He moans out grinding against my lips. Tears have left my eyes and are sliding down my cheeks, my nails dig into his thighs even harder ensuring some deep crescent shapes in them. I'm not able to gag so my chest just contracts and I try to stay still to please him.
He then quickly pulls out all the way a fat dribble of spit leaves my mouth attached to the tip of his cock and falls onto my neck and chest. I let out an aggressive cough and took multiple breaths to catch up. His hold still keeping my head against the table he repeats this action over and over. Pushing in, holding and grinding, praising me, and pulling out to let me breathe. As I'm getting used to the feeling he's pulling out less and less and gradually just fucking my throat against the side of the table.
"Yes, yes, yes baby, so close just hold on f'me." His groans increase in volume along with his thrusting. I'm pushing down the feeling to gag as much as I can to satisfy him and get him to finish. Looking into his eyes I grab my tits, squeezing and pulling at my nipples to give him visuals to help him reach his finish.
He pushes all the way into my throat with the loudest and deepest moan he has expressed and spills his seed. It's impossible for me to swallow so I just close my eyes tight and pray that he'll allow me to breathe soon. He slowly pushes back and forth, his length still pulsing and pushing his cum into the back of my throat while he rides his high.
He pulls out one last time with a deep sigh and admires his work. I'm completely drenched, my eyes still leaking tears that are running down my cheeks, from the bottom of my nose to my chest is covered in a layer of spit making me shiny. He kneels down in front of me, my hands moving to the tops of his thighs and holding myself up on them to keep from toppling over.
"So proud of you baby, did so so good for me.", He sucks my lips into his own and kisses me passionately moving his hands to cup my wet cheeks. He presses kisses from my forehead to my nose to each cheek and then finally back on my lips. "My good girl, my smart, beautiful, and talented apprentice." He pets my hair smoothing it down from his hands pushing and pulling it making it messy.
Matt puts his hand on my lower back to pull me against him and reaches around me to take off my lab shoes pushing them under the table. He then stands up pulling me with him and picks me up fully to set my thighs on the counter. He grips my hips pulling me to the edge and nuzzles his nose against mine. He slides the microscope to the side and out of the way.
His hands grab my shorts and panties and pull them off in one fell swoop and drop them to the floor leaving me in just my tanktop, still sitting above my breasts, socks, and lab coat. Matt is clothed the most between us with only his shirt and pants unbuttoned. His cock still hangs heavily between us and presses against my right thigh.
He reaches between my thighs to touch my pussy which has been soaked since before I even got on my knees. His fingers circle my clit and I grind into his hand to get more friction. "You gonna let me finger this pretty pussy?" He asks with a grin on his face while his fingers speed up their circular motions. I nod my head with a loud "uh-huh" and spread my legs more to give him more room.
I lean all the way back until I'm flush with the table and Matt pushes my left thigh up to my side so he can look at his hand touching my pussy. He trails a single finger down slowly and slides it inside my entrance and I bite my lip at finally getting some inner relief. He guides it in and out slowly to prep me for his cock.
"So dirty letting me use your pretty mouth, you gonna let me use you're body?" He quips as his finger speeds up.
My head is against the table with my eyes squeezed shut and my lip between my teeth in lost pleasure. He takes his hand that's not defiling me and moves up to my face. Matt uses his thumb to pull my lip from between my teeth and press the sides of my cheeks into a slight pout. I open my eyes to find he's already watching me and when I do he slides a second finger beside the one already inside me.
"Answer me, Y/n." He finds that point within me that draws a moan from my lips. "Yes, please I'll let you do whatever you want sir!" I squeal when he roughly pushes into my cunt. I grip his torso, my hands balling up his shirt while I try to grind myself into his hand.
"You'll let me use you, huh? Use your beautiful body for my experiments?" He questions with a grin as I convulse under him.
"Yes! Yes! Use me, sir, god, please!" The pleasure is consuming me rapidly the more his words slip past his lips and into the warm air. "Always so fucking obedient Y/n. Turns me on so much when you obey me." I mewl back at his praises and slip my hands from his chest back to my tits to squish them to amplify my pleasure.
Our eyes are entranced with each other as if a tether keeps us from straying away. When he moans, I moan back in satisfaction. When his fingers curl into that delicious spot within me again, I buck my hips in tandem. We've created a rhythm with each other that's as if it's an erotic dance and I've become mesmerized by him. He's put me in bliss that has me hypnotized through his eyes, words, and fingers alone. I couldn't have been more willing to try to impress the doctor by giving him whatever he desired.
He speeds up even more as his hand moves from my cheeks to my jaw to keep me still in his hand. He leans his torso closer to mine his nose flush with mine making our stare at each other more intense. His cock still rubbing against my thigh aching to replace the spot where his fingers are currently occupied. I can feel the muscles in my abdomen tightening and my eyes are beginning to flutter at the feeling. My legs are locking up trying to push to my climax.
"Relax sweet girl, I got you." He assures me when he notices this and I immediately adhere to his command. Relaxing my muscles allows him to push his hand flush against my cunt constantly putting pressure on the spongy part inside me. Over and over he runs his fingers over that spot and when I finally orgasm, his grip on my jaw never loosens letting him see exactly what my face looks like when I cum.
He brings his lips to mine in a deep kiss, both of us breathing heavily into each other's mouths. I move my hands onto the back of his neck and his shoulder to keep him against me. He takes his soaked fingers and rubs them onto his cock as an extra lubricant, not that he needs any more as his dick is already slick from my mouth.
The kiss is sloppy, messy, and extremely dirty. Months of pining and secret looks just poured in between our lips. My admiration for my boss and his love for his little assistant has broken all boundaries and made itself known.
I feel his dick sliding through my folds hoping for more. He leans away only mere inches and a look of joy and content adorns his face. I smile back and my hands move to his cheeks and stroke them slightly. He hums as his eyes move around my face scanning me and then down towards my body as if he's memorizing how I look when I'm exasperated.
"What?" I ask with a slight giggle, "Nothing just committing you to memory." He makes eye contact with me again. I then hear a slight clink next to my head, not even realizing his hand moved away from me. I try to turn my head but his hand on my jaw is keeping me still and aligned with his face.
He pecks my lips quickly and his hold on me tightens, "Thank you, smart girl, you're so useful." Matt then turns my head to the side quickly and I feel a puncture to the side of my neck. I let out a yelp of pain as a fire spreads through my neck.
"Matt what-" I shout when the thing in my neck is removed and he turns my head back towards him. He shuses me with a finger against my lips when I start whimpering in fear. "You wanted me to use you baby and I will I promise. Just go to sleep you're okay," he says tenderly kissing my face and petting my side.
I'm crying from the spreading pain in my neck and my hands move to his shoulders trying to push him away from me but my hands begin to feel so heavy. My muscles are relaxing too much and my brain feels foggy, too drunk without any alcohol. "Hurts...please-" I'm slurring, my eyes slightly closing.
Matt is still staring sweetly at me, so much love in his eyes, his hand moves from my jaw to my hair stroking it affectionately. "I know it hurts baby, just sleep it's okay. I'm right here love." He kisses my lips again.
I'm trying to fight this feeling of succumbing and try turning my head to the side and seeing a large syringe. Whatever was in it is now inside of me and I'm cursing myself for not noticing before or maybe just not caring. My lust for my mentor overshadowed everything in front of me. Through the haze, I'm still trying to piece my thoughts together of what just happened. I realize that he really did mean what he said when he wanted to use me, just in a different way than what I had assumed.
I flop my head back into his hand that was stroking my hair and whimper more as the unbearable feeling of sleepiness clouds my head. "No.... nu-uh ple" broken words are escaping me and my hands fall onto my chest no longer being able to move them.
"Shh, it's okay Y/n. Soon enough I'll have more than one of you around to satisfy me." His eyes have moved from giving me adoring stares to having a glint of insanity. "You were always the next step my love, I was just waiting until you were ready. You are going to do so well for me I just know it." He praises me in a way that doesn't feel like a compliment.
I guess I just assumed that Matt's experiments wouldn't get to a point where I would fear for my life. That we wouldn't cross the line of ever potentially being a subject in one of his experiments. But I was wrong, I got too comfortable, too clouded and entranced by his prowess and his beauty that I am now paying for it.
The last thing my eyes could make out in front of me was Matt's face, illuminated by the soft blue light of the tank. Excited for the future and what using me and my body could mean for the world. My mind finally makes one with the darkness overwhelming me and I succumb to what my idol and mentor wanted me to be all along.
A/N - i actually really really really hate this........ i hope you all enjoy reading it maybe my writing will get better lol this seems all over the place to me. also im sorry i disappeared i was silently active on here just liking peoples posts but ill try to post more myself. i know this one was a little fucked up but i started writing it a month ago and i cant start another project unless i finish one all the way through. i have way better ideas that i want to execute for oneshots so i hope that you guys at least develop a little faith in me lol. also don't worry i will be uploading the chris series i started i just am extremely shy and not confident in my work so i posted and then chickened out ig? i dunno but anyway i love this fandom and the tumblr side of it everyone seems to be so nice and supportive and im excited to be more active in it eventually. :3 <3333333333 ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡
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In Everything But Blood
Alright, I finished the giant paper I had to write (40 pages jesus christ) and then grad school kind of kicked my ass for a while BUT I AM HERE, back from a months long hiatus to finally write the claudia henderson thing I wrote weeks ago. Enjoy, there will be more but this was so long and I only got to like halfway through it but I wanted to post this.
TW!!!! Seriously TW, graphic descriptions of gore and injuries, medical talk, THIS IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE GRAPHIC ON PURPOSE
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Steve wasn't fully aware of how he was still moving but he wasn't going to question it as he sprints into the hospital behind Nancy and Robin, Eddie draped over his back and getting blood everywhere, Dustin limping as fast as he could behind them. He would probably be panicking more if he couldn't feel the little puffs of air Eddie was breathing out every few seconds against his neck.
The nurses all turn to the doors when Nancy slams them open and while there are already plenty of people who look worse for wear in the waiting room, no one looks quite like the group that just walked in. They're all covered in dirt and ash and sweat and lake water and blood blood bloodbloodblood-
Okay, maybe Steve is starting to panic a little.
Nancy yells for help when no one immediately moves and the gun she's holding definitely helps encourage any nurses and doctors to get over any issues they have treating Eddie.
Robin has to pry Steve's hands off of Eddie's pants. He didn't want to let him go, too scared that he would die and Steve wouldn't be there to help. She manages to gently guide him away from the doors they took Eddie through and she sits him down in a chair before sitting next to him and leaning her head on his shoulder.
"He'll be okay, Stevie. We got him here, he's okay."
Steve knows that she's only saying it to help calm him down, and probably to calm herself down too, but he appreciates it all the same.
As they sit there Steve feels the adrenaline starting to fade and he gets a very stark reminder of how his sides are stinging and every breath makes his shirt rub against the scrapes on his back and arms. If he hadn't been in a state of panic already, worried about Eddie and Max and Lucas and Erica and-
He takes a deep breath and leans into Robin's weight at his side. He can't get help yet, not until he knows everyone else is okay.
(If he were feeling braver he might also admit that he's been a little scared of doctors since Scoops, but he's not feeling very brave at the moment.)
A little while later Steve sees Lucas and Erica and forces himself to stand, hurrying over to check on them, to find out where Max is. He instantly knows that something went wrong when Erica slams into him and holds on tight. He only gets more concerned when Lucas leans in to hold onto Erica and Steve at the same time. And then the pit gets bigger when he feels tears hit his shirt.
"Lucas, hey, you're alright. Hey, look at me- hey. What happened? Where's Max?" Steve stares at Lucas's face as he speaks, trying to get an idea of how he's feeling.
Lucas takes a shuddering breath in before he answers, "She-she-.. it was going fine and then... Jason-Jason fuckin'- he crushed her Walkman and I couldn't-she was floating and Jason had-had a gun and I-She was-was dead, for a minute, and then she-she just started breathing again and I dont-"
Steve pulls Lucas closer again, a hand on the back of his neck to give him support as he spoke quietly. "Okay, alright, you did good. She's here, right? She'll be okay. She's gonna be okay." Steve stayed there with them for who knows how long, only separating when he heard a familiar voice gasp from the door.
"Oh thank god, Erica, Lucas!"
Both of them turned to see their mom in the waiting room and ran at her, where she met them in a crushing hug. As Sue held her children close she looked up, tears falling and made eye contact with Steve. Steve saw her mouth 'Thank you' to him and it made his stomach fall to his feet. Sue had always adored Steve for protecting her kids, first from Billy and then in the "fire" at the mall. But this time, Steve was the reason they got hurt. He let them go off on their own and they got hurt.
He nods and walks back over to Robin and Dustin where they're sitting, suddenly remembering his injuries again as he moves away from the Sinclairs. He has to force himself to walk normally just to make it to the chair, only to nearly collapse back into it.
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"Alright, time to go, Dust. Now that your foot's been treated I really need to get you home. Claudia is going to start calling morgues if I don't," Steve grunts out as he helps heave Dustin out of his seat and get settled on his crutches. Robin stands once Dustin is steady and she follows them out of the hospital and climbs into the passenger of Steve's car. (Nancy had left once Eddie was taken to stash the RV somewhere and she came back with his beemer. Steve isn't going to ask.)
The ride to Dustin's house is quiet, Steve can tell each of them is silently asking anything out there that the Henderson house was spared. Thankfully when they pulled into the driveway the house was in one piece and only seconds after parking Claudia is yanking open the front door and running out to meet them at the car.
She runs up to Dustin who had managed to stand up using the car as support and they both cling to each other in tears. Steve watches them for a moment before he has to look away or he'll start crying. He spaces out for a bit, just holding Robin's hand when he get startled by the harsh knocks on his window. Looking up, he locks eyes with Claudia and he can't quite read her expression but he can hear her say, "Get your butt out of that car, Steve, I need to look at you. You too, Robbie."
He and Robin make eye contact for a split second before hurrying to comply. As soon as Steve is standing fully he finds himself being yanked down into a hug, Claudia's arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Steve has to take a deep, shaky breath and blink very quickly to stop any tears. He loves Claudia's hugs, they feel like birthdays and Christmas and being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with hot chocolate all at once. When he hears her mumbling about how glad she is that he's okay, well, maybe he cries a little.
After he and Robin are both fully looked at by Claudia and then each given at least 3 hugs, they climb back into his car and pull away form the Hendersons.
"Am I taking you home or are you coming with me?" Steve glances over at Robin as he says it. He knows the answer without he responding, just because her face pinches in the way it does when she's afraid of making Steve sad.
"I know last time we went to yours but I just... I need to see my parents. I'm so sorry-"
"Robs, it's okay to want to check on your parents. I'm not upset. Can you just.. keep your walkie on our channel tonight?" Steve glances at her again, getting hit with another Robin look that says she can see right through him.
"Always, Stevie. I am sorry though, I hate the idea of you in that house alone."
"I'll be okay, Robbie. I'm just gonna sleep as soon as I get home anyways."
Robin stares at him for a moment longer and then nods, grabbing one of his hands to hold in hers for the last half of the drive. She only lets it go to give him a tight squeeze before hurrying out of the car to her front door.
Steve waits until she's safely inside before he pulls away and goes to his own house.
The moment he shuts the door behind himself it feels like all of the energy in his body has been drained away. He can barely keep himself standing, only the pain that shoots down his spin when he leans back onto the door keeps him upright.
He forces himself to trudge upstairs and goes right to the bathroom. He starts with getting the clothes off, deciding to just cut them off so he doesn't have to lift his arms.
Then comes the cleaning. He first tries to shower but he can only handle standing with pressured water pelting his back and soap stinging his feet for a minute at the most. When he gives up on the shower he figures he should at least try to clean the bites.
One second he's standing in front of the mirror and reaching to pull off the fabric, the next his whole body is covered in sweat and he's sitting on his ass on the tile floor. His hands are shaking at he wants to vomit from the pain.
No changing the bandage then.
Steve forces himself to at least wash his face and hands with a washcloth before he collapses directly into bed and falling asleep in seconds.
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Claudia is worried. She had already been a little concerned when Steve showed up two days earlier for lunch with a flushed face and too pale skin. She watched him and he didn't act any different but she kept note of it so that she could watch him. But then, when they were supposed to have lunch at 12 and Steve still hadn't shown up or even called by 1, well, Claudia was concerned. Steve always insisted on being on time, claiming it came from all the sports he had done (but she had heard him mumble about his parents harassing him about being late before when he had a head injury, so she just nodded along to his excuses). Being an hour late was entirely out of character and something in her gut, the same feeling she had experienced multiple times over the past few years about her Dusty, told her that she needed to go see him, and soon.
Dustin was thankfully not at home, spending the afternoon with the Wheelers, so she didn't have to tell him what was happening before she got into her car and drove to Steve's house.
What greeted her when she parked only made her more nervous. Steve, she had noticed, had strange habits relating to many things. He had to sit close enough to touch the person next to him, he tried to hide it but he never kept alcohol in the house anymore, he kept the curtains closed facing the backyard, and he always, always leaves the porch light on.
But that afternoon in early April, the porch light was off.
Claudia parked quickly and hurried to the front door, not even bothering with knocking. Instead she pulled out the key Steve had made for her and Dusty after the previous summer and let herself in.
The dread that had been growing in her gut only intensified when she entered the house and a very familiar smell hit her nose.
Body odor, sweat and salt and morning breath.
Bodily fluids, urine and vomit. And blood.
Infection, sickly sweet rot mixing with something like ammonia.
Time seemed to freeze as Claudia ran up the stairs, calling Steve's name all the while. She knew those smells, she had dealt with them at work too many times to not know them, and to smell them in relation to Steve made her blood run cold. She needed to see him, this boy who cared for her Dusty so much, this boy who had wormed his way into her heart, this boy who was her son.
Rushing into Steve's room she was greeted by her worst fears. Steve was lying on his bed, the sheets clearly kicked off and tangled around his ankles. He was only wearing his boxers and they had clearly not been changed in a few days, stained with his sweat and urine. His skin was covered in sweat, his chest and cheeks were bright red and the rest of his skin was a waxy yellow. He was shirtless, vomit covering his chin and chest and staining the pillow and sheets below him. He had what looked like scraps of a sweater or shirt wrapped loosely around his stomach. It was filthy, saturated with sweat, blood, dirt and pus. The smell in the room was much stronger than by the front door, her eyes watering briefly before she forced herself to focus. She was a nurse, she could handle this.
Claudia moved to the bed and gently kneeled onto the mattress. As she moved closer she could hear Steve mumbling to himself but it was so quiet and so slurred that nothing was legible. Claudia placed a hand on his forehead and jerked back in shock at how hot his skin was. Glancing around frantically for anything to help she saw the phone at his bedside table and grabbed it, punching in 911 before cradling the receiver between her ear and shoulder as she continued to check over Steve.
The next moments all passed in a blur for Claudia as she explained who she was and where she was to the dispatcher before they hung up and she waited for the ambulance to arrive. The ride to the hospital passed in what seemed like a blink of an eye and suddenly Claudia found herself in the empty waiting room at Hawkins General and she became aware of two equally important facts.
Her sweater and hands were saturated with Steve's sweat and blood.
She needed to call Robin.
The blood would have to wait, because she knew that Robin would want to be there for Steve so she managed to wipe her hand with some tissues before dialing the Buckley's house.
"Buckley residence, this is Robin," Robin's voice came through the receiver and Claudia let out a loud sigh.
"Robbie, honey, thank goodness you're home. I have some bad news. I'm at the hospital right now sweetie, it's about Steve." Claudia paused after she finished speaking, waiting to see what Robin would say. Unfortunately for Claudia, rather than saying anything, she had to listen to a gut wrenching gasp and sob from Robin, so she chose to keep talking. "I went to his house and found him in his room. I think he had been hurt and it got infected. If your parents are home, I think you should come here, he would want you here."
Robin mumbled a few okays, clearly through tears before she hung up. In the silence after Claudia had no choice but to go clean herself up, allowing herself a minute to collapse onto a toilet seat and cry. Her boy was hurt and she couldn't help him, he was so hurt he didn't even know she was there and she didn't know what to do.
Robin arrived about 10 minutes after they ended their call with a surprise in tow.
Jim Hopper, thinner and without a mustache, but somehow alive and marching into the hospital like he was going into hell. Knowing about his daughter, he probably felt like he was in hell.
Robin spotted Claudia first and ran over to her, arms open and Claudia pulled her right into a tight hug, rocking her back and forth the way Steve always loves. Robin held back just as tight and cried into her shoulder while Claudia whispered to her, "He'll be okay, he's going to be okay."
Jim didn't say anything, just nodded - as if she hadn't thought he was dead until that moment - before he collapsed into a chair, head in his hands and knee bouncing with anxiety.
Hours passed, Robin had curled herself up in a chair next to Claudia and was leaning into her side. Jim had moved to sit on the other side of Robin and surprisingly she reached out and held his hand.
After ages of sitting there in silence a doctor walked through the doors. Claudia recognized her immediately and knew that she had been lucky to find Steve alive if she had been called in. Dr. Graham was one of the only wound specialists they had at the hospital and she focused on the worst cases.
Claudia straightened in her seat, her two companions also coming to attention as Dr. Graham came to sit with them.
"Hello, Claudia. I'm sorry you had to come in on your day off but you got very lucky. If you hadn't brought him in today he may have gone into sepsis. Thankfully he has you listed as his emergency contact so I can fill you in on everything. I want to start by saying that he is currently stable and on heavy medication. He had multiple heavily infected wounds, primarily on his abdomen but there was also apparent road rash across the back of his arms and upper back. We were able to debride the wounds from the rash relatively easily but his abdomen was more difficult. The bandage he had been using was extremely dirty and not made for wound coverage so many fibers had been imbedded into the open wounds. Luckily there had been little necrotizing fasciitis but there was enough that we had to remove the dead tissue. I do want to make sure you understand that he was very seriously injured and delayed treatment made it worse. We are going to test the pus we collected for different bacteria to narrow down the treatment for him but I'm thinking it may be leptospirosis, since he is visibly jaundiced and the injures are obviously animal bites. We have him sedated currently and on heavy antibiotics in the ICU. If you wear protective gear you can visit him for a little bit, but only people on his emergency contact list can come."
Claudia's head was spinning, she was hearing the words being said and she was following the doctor down the hall to the ICU. She was putting paper scrubs on over her clothes and donning a mask and gloves, but it was all in a daze. She needed to see Steve, she needed to see him breathing, then she would be okay.
She was not okay.
Seeing Steve only made her collapse into a chair in tears. He looked so small in the hospital bed, wrapped in wires and tubes. But he was breathing. Robin collapsed onto the foot of his bed and bent over his shins while she sobbed and Jim stumbled into the wall by the door with a hand over his eyes as his shoulders shook with silent anguish. They knew he wasn't out of the woods yet, but he was breathing and he had to be okay.
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Alright that was part one, I'm working on the next half but wow that ended up being really long
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