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donnatroyprincessofthemyscira · 8 months

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MARVEL COMICS NEW RELEASES FOR 09/13/2023

Alligator Loki #1 (Cover A Bob Quinn), $5.99

Alligator Loki #1 (Cover B Skottie Young), AR

Alligator Loki #1 (Cover C Doaly), AR

Astonishing Iceman #2 (Cover A Jesus Saiz), $3.99

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Avengers Inc. #1 (Cover A Daniel Acuna), $4.99

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Bishop War College TP, $17.99

Captain America Cold War TP, $19.99

Captain America Lives Omnibus HC (Alex Ross Book Market Cover), $75.00

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Captain Marvel Dark Tempest #3 (Of 5)(Cover A Mike McKone), $3.99

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Captain Marvel The Saga Of Monica Rambeau TP, $34.99

Children Of The Vault #2 (Of 4)(Cover A Yanick Paquette), $3.99

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Daredevil #1 (Cover A John Romita Jr.), $6.99

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Daredevil #1 (Cover E Blank Variant), AR

Daredevil #1 (Cover F Frank Miller), AR

Daredevil #1 (Cover G Frank Miller Virgin Variant), AR

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Ghost Rider #18 (Cover A Bjorn Barends), $3.99

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Miles Morales Spider-Man #10 (Cover A Dike Ruan), $3.99

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Moon Knight Volume 4 Road To Ruin TP, $19.99

Red Goblin #8 (Cover A InHyuk Lee), $3.99

Spine-Tingling Spider-Man #0 (Cover A Juan Ferreyra), $9.99

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Star Wars Darth Vader #38 (Cover A Leinil Francis Yu), $4.99

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Star Wars Sana Starros TP, $17.99

Venom #25 (Cover A Bryan Hitch), $7.99

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Venom #25 (Cover D John Romita Jr.. & John Romita Sr.), AR

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Venom Annual #1 (Cover A Ben Harvey), $4.99

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Venom Epic Collection The Madness TP, $44.99

Werewolf By Night #1 (Cover A Corin Howell), $5.99

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What If Dark Spider-Gwen #1 (2nd Printing Cover A Greg Land), $4.99

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Wolverine Omnibus Volume 4 HC (Adam Kubert Book Market Cover), $125.00

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X-Men #25 (2nd Printing Cover A Joshua Cassara), $5.99

X-Men Epic Collection Proteus TP, $44.99

X-Men Hellfire Gala 2023 #1 (2nd Printing Cover A Phil Noto), $8.99

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vladr2566 · 1 year

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How tf do I do a poll?

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 fandom #rdo oc #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #charles smith #oc rp #rdr2 rp #darth maul #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #deacon st john #days gone #star wars #star wars smut #maul #maul x you #darth maul x you

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welcometomytrashcan · 2 years

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obi wan kenobi and josh kiszka are the only men who are allowed to wear khaki

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #josh kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #obi wan x reader #josh kiszka x reader #star wars prequels #ben kenobi #josh gvf

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graphicpolicy · 5 months

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Diamond Select Toys coming Summer 2024: X-Men, Ahsoka, Invincible and More!

Diamond Select Toys coming Summer 2024: X-Men, Ahsoka, Invincible and More! #DnD #XMen #JCVD #TMNT #Invincible #TheMatrix #StarWars

It’s almost December, which means it’s time for the new pre-orders to open for Diamond Select Toys and Gentle Giant LTD! These items mostly all coming out in Summer 2024, with the exception of next year’s Free Comic Book Day item, which will hit May 4! Look for items from Dungeons & Dragons, Game of Thrones, JCVD, TMNT, The Matrix, Marvel and Star Wars – it’s the best of all worlds! Dungeons &…

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#cyclops #diamond select toys #dungeons & dragons #dungeons and dragons #game of thrones #gentle giant ltd.#invincible #jean-claude van damme #marvel #mystique #spider-man #star wars #teenage mutant ninja turtles #the matrix #x-men

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fandom · 1 year

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Ships

Week Ending March 27th, 2023

Bumbleby Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Wesper -1 Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Kanej -1 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, Shadow and Bone

Steddie -1 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Buddie +1 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Byler -1 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Vashwood -3 Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, Shadow and Bone

Everlark Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games

Kazurei +5 Rei Suwa & Kazuki Kurusu, Buddy Daddies

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Tomgreg Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Bakudeku -2 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Destiel -8 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Ghostsoap -3 Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Hannigram -8 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Shrek x Fiona Shrek & Princess Fiona, Shrek

Chenford Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last week.

#ships #03/27/2023 #bumbleby

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Mommy... Master List

Welcome to my main, navigation post!! Requests are closed… So check out my Requests & Prompt-List post with all the details!

I will do my best to answer all appropriate requests and asks!! I prioritize by order of submission, so the older a request or ask is, the higher of a priority it is.

Want to see what I’m currently working on fic wise? Check out my WiP List!! I try to keep this updated with the fics I’m writing and plan to write! —My Work In Progress (WIP) List.

Come check out my side blog where I have a lot of my gay, mental health, and other random thoughts and musings!!— @cissy-side-thoughts

Please take a look at my Sex, Masturbation, Kink, & BDSM Resources if you’re looking for 18+ resources and topics.

Blog Updates:

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Ship name: Alrissa!!!

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Ava Coleman

When Shots Align ~Mommy!Ava*

Aaron Hotchner

It’s All Coming Down ~Broken!Aaron Hotchner xFem Reader

The Gilded Age

Bertha Russell

Bertha Russell Appearance Appreciation

Our Little Secret ~Fem!Servant!Reader*

Agnes van Rhijn

I’m Here, My Love ~Motherly!Soft!Agnes Van Rhijn xFem Younger(30s)!ClosetedLesbian!Reader

Sylvia Chamberlain

Trusting Mommy ~SugarMommy!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Younger!SugarBaby!Virgin!Reader

I’ve Got You ~Plutonic!Godmother!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Goddaughter!Reader

Dead Poets Society

Anderperry

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Knarlie

Knarlie Headcanons

911

Athena Grant

Madam Secretary

Nadine Tolliver Masterlist

Elizabeth McCord Masterlist

Henry McCord

Long Night Reunions ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Coming Home for You ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Victorious

Jade West

Knives Out

Claire Debella

Baby It’s Cold Outside ~Claire Debella xFem Younger(20s)!CampaignAssistant!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader

The Old Guard

Andromache the Scythian/Andy

The Jurassic Saga

Ellie Sattler

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Alan Grant

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

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Ocean’s 8

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Taking Care of My Girl ~Dom!Rafael Barba xFem Sub!Girlfriend!Reader

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In Her Time of Need

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dean-isms · 3 months

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dean’s favorites - the birthday party watchlist!

a list of media with three or more mentions for our favorite birthday boy 🎉

time to slice and dice! (scary-ish movies):

The Shining (5)

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (3)

The Sixth Sense (3)

Poltergeist (3)

Cujo (3)

Dracula (4)

The Silence of the Lambs (3)

Silkwood (3)

you’re our hero (superhero & comic media):

Batman (9)

Superman (4)

The Incredible Hulk (4)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (3)

Wolverine (3)

nerd boy i love you (sci-fi and fantasy media):

Star Wars (15)

Lord of the Rings (5)

Star Trek (12)

The X-Files (7)

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (3)

The Wizard of Oz (6)

Godzilla (3)

Groundhog Day (3)

Back to the Future (6)

Game of Thrones (3)

Ghostbusters (6)

motel t.v. time (for all your re-run needs):

Scooby-doo (5)

Casper the Friendly Ghost (3)

Looney Tunes (7)

Touched by an Angel (3)

Kojak (3)

Breaking Bad (3)

birthday party playlist must-haves:

Led Zeppelin (15)

Bon Jovi (3)

Van Halen (4)

Justin Bieber (3)

Jimmy Page (3)

Bob Seger (3)

dean winchester looking at men face (a.k.a. look at those leading men!):

Indiana Jones (4)

James Bond (5)

The Great Escape (3)

This is just updated through 13x11, where I’m at on my rewatch, I’m sure there will be more! Happy Birthday Dean!

#watchlists #from the dean isms spreadsheet #birthday party for dean 2024 #i’m sure i missed a few but here have these!

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muzansfangs · 7 months

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I just read your "Accidentally sees you naked" fic

AJD EJDNEMRRJBRBRHEBE

IM FROTHING LITERALLY--- 😭❤️❤️

I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD WHILE READING URAHARA, AIZEN AND JUGRAM'S JDBEUBEJE! 🙈🙈

There are hardly any fics about Haschwalth anywhere 😭

If you get time van you write something similar with Haschwalth but both of them receiving the "nice treatment" ya'know (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Forbidden attraction.

Starring: Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader; Giselle and Candice;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, slight alteration of canon events, dom!Haschwalth, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), oral sex (Haschwalth receiving), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, language, kidnapping, biting, mention of murderous intents, verbal abuse, threats;

Plot: while you were a mere human without any valuable ability, you were Ichigo Kurosaki’s adoptive sister. That alone was enough for Yhwach to kidnap you and confine you into a cell in his luxurious palace. Everyone loathed you and that was the main reason why you rarely left your room. That and the fact that you would have rather been alone than spending your time with the people who were trying to kill your friends and family. However, one of the them, the one no one dared to cross, had always protected you from the sharp tongues of his colleagues. He was cold, distant, impeccable, deadly, not bothered by human emotions. But you, you literally drove him nuts.

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One month. You started to wonder if your friends had forgotten about you in the chaos of the war. You were almost getting used to the white walls of your new bedroom. Everything radiated a creepy purity that made your stomach clench in disgust. You loathed the grey and white walls, just like you wanted to rip to shreds the snow-white blankets of the king sized bed you slept in every single night, since they had thrown you in that majestic chamber. They did not call it a prison and, actually, it really was not a cell. But your heart felt like you were trapped into one.

The inhabitants of that dull fortress despised you. You could see the way they looked at you, when you were forced to leave your room. You knew they would have loved to tear you apart, scattering your limbs around for your friends to collect. You were a useless human being, after all. They did not get why Yhwach had ordered them to kidnap you. He could have just asked them to kill you right on the spot, leaving you to die an agonizing death and drown in a pool of your own blood.

Yet, there you were. You had a comfortable bedroom, a private space and you were even granted the chance to have all the drinks and food you craved, along with fresh clothes and blankets.

You were sitting on the windowsill, a book in your hand, as you tried to keep your mind focused on something else than the army of psychopaths roaming down the corridors outside your room. However, your door banging opened all of a sudden made you shriek on your seat, your grip on the novel slipping, as the volume landed on the marble floor with a thud.

Eyes widening even so slightly, you flicked your gaze up at the intruders of the hour and your blood instantly ran cold. Giggles and light footsteps echoed in the room as the two wicked Sternritters walked in, closing the door behind them hastily to taunt you out of prying eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

“Ah, there you are! I’m so glad you are still alive…” Candice piped out, her leaf green eyes locking with yours as she folded her arms against her chest to stare you down in disdain.

“Isn’t she pretty, Candice? I mean, I could make her even prettier, if I turned her into a zombie! What do you say? Should I do it? Ah, she looks delicious!” the shorter one, Giselle, chimed in as she strolled towards you with a malicious glint in her doe eyes. Maybe, Giselle was the worst of them all. Those blue orbs of hers had been transfixed on you since the first day you had stepped into that pit of vipers. Her intent was clear.

More than once, even when you were minding your business, the Sternritter Z had tried to approach you and whisper in your ear all the wicked things she wished she could do to you.

Chills ran down your spine, as you gritted your teeth and glared at them “Get out of my room. You don’t seem that smart, otherwise you would think twice before laying a finger on me. If you hurt me, you would probably end up dead too” you stated, clenching your fists down your sides, as you tried to stand your ground.

They laughed at your face, their grins making it painly clear that you were nothing more than a joker to mock and abuse for their entertainment.

“Oh, would you look at that, Giselle? The tramp is finally showing her teeth! Maybe I should just electrocute her” Candice blurted out, her spiritual pressure increasing as she showed you her fist and the familiar sparks of green and blue electricity engulfing it.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of what would have probably determined your death and your heartbeat increased notably. You were hopeless this time. Your lower lip wobbled, your arms raising up in a defensive stance, as you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the pain to strike you.

For the first time ever, you wished he was there to save you. You never appreciated his assistance, his cold and detached help, but this time your life was in danger. His deep voice, his scent and the sound of his cape fluttering around his slender figure were things you were grown almost fond of. He was the worst of the worst, the man you should have feared the most among those blood-thirsted monsters. Yet, he was the only one who treated you with respect and kindness.

Sometimes, you wondered if he really cared about you. Once you had even dared to ask him why he protected you from his subordinates, although you never received an answer. His stolid façade never cracked.

Maybe, he did not genuinely care about you and, if he had bumped into you on the battlefield, he would have probably sliced you up like a tenderloin, but there was something else in his icy blue eyes, when he helped you clean your wounds, or left new novels on your nightstand for you to find when you woke up in the morning.

He was just executing Yhwach’s orders, right?

“Don’t mess up her face, Candy! I want my new toy to look pretty!” Giselle’s voice abruptly interrupted your stream of consciousness, reminding you of how miserable your end was going to be.

How ironic was it that you were thinking of Haschwalth Jugram in the last moments of your life?

Candice hummed and sprinted towards you, a sadistic smirk gracing her lips as she consumed the distance between you two. You flinched in anticipation, waiting for her fist to make contact with your cheek, but a gust of wind whipping your face and the sound of a sword being unsheathed made you instantly relax.

You could have not been so lucky, right? But his deep voice echoing through your room and the gasps of fear from your aggressors made you lift your lids up to witness to the scene unraveling before your eyes.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, but apparently you two understand only violence. — Haschwalth said, his tone of voice flat but firm — Leave this room and do not even dare to glance at her anymore” he deadpanned, watching as the two Sternritters reluctantly nodded their heads and darted their eyes on you one last time, quick to leave you two alone.

The door closing behind them with a slam made you release a breath you did not know you were holding. He had saved once again. Your fingers were still trembling as you hopped down from the windowsill, your feet finally hitting the polished floor. You were still breathing quite heavily, your mouth dry, making it almost impossible for you to even mutter a simple ‘thank you’.

His back was still facing you, his broad shoulders and his height imposing over you and causing a turmoil of contrasting emotions in your stomach.

“Thank you, Haschwalth” you breathed out then, darting your eyes on the white wall not to be forced to lock eyes with him, when he turned around to look at your shaking frame.

Blonde and long hair, light-blue eyes and that white uniform he wore had always reminded you of how similiar to the popular portrait of a Prince Charming he was, despite his cruel intentions and villainous antics. His exterior jarred with his physical appearence.

“You were lucky I was around” he stated flatly, his eyes intently studying your features.

What was that insufferable feeling consuming him from the insides, whenever you were around him? It was not only connected to the way your beauty whetted his appetites, it was not a lustful and carnal desire. There was more. You were most likely the only person he did not enterily despise.

“Yeah, probably” you replied shortly, fumbling with the hem of your shirt in nervousness. He could sense you were avoiding his gaze, fear and anxiety were flinging around you.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, not moving an inch from where he was standing.

“I’m fine”.

Haschwalth did not trust you. He took a single step towards you, his hand reaching down to raise your face and his thumb and forefinger grasped your chin. Your eyes met for a split second, your heart skipping a beat at the unexpected gentle touch, but you were still way too shaken from the previous events to even bear a confrontation with him. Therefore, you swatted his hand away and took a step back, only to end up against the wall behind you. Your back flattened against it, your eyes half-lidded as you shot a pleading glance up at him.

Haschwalth was not surprised by your reaction but, instead of pushing your buttons further, he dropped his arm back down his side and arched a blonde eyebrow up. You had never really shoved him off of you, when he tended your wounds or checked on you. Something had changed. Was it only fear? The fear of being touched by one of the same people that had tried to harm you was undoubtedly coursing through your veins, glowing into your wary eyes, but there was something more. It was another kind of fear.

“What is it now? Am I not allowed to touch you anymore? You did not seem to be that scared of me before” he pointed out, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword out of habit.

Cold sweat ran down your back at the accusation. Why had you escaped his gentle touch? It was not the fear of being hurt. You were liking your proximity, his concern, even though it was surely fake, was comforting. You liked his touch and that fact terrorized you to the point that your stomach clenched and twisted at the thought of how you craved some warmth, especially his warmth.

“It’s not—” you started, but a knock on the door cut you off, as Haschwalth immediately walked up to grasp the silver handle and opening it.

A petite woman, holding a refined silver tray in her gloved hands, came in. Her eyes were downcast as she silently settled it on your table, before bowing her head at the both of you and scurring out of your room. She did not fear you. She would have probably been capable of causing you enough damage to kill you, if you two were to engage a fight. It was him the one she was scared of.

“I was just about to wish you a good rest. Enjoy your dinner” he then spoke out, glancing briefly at you before disappearing behind the door too.

Once again, you were alone with your thoughts and contrasting feelings. You were not that hungry anymore, after what had happened, but you needed to eat to keep yourself healthy. As you sat down at your desk and poured yourself a glass of water, you realized that the event causing your lack of appetite was not what had happened with the Sternitters T and Z. It was the Sternitter B’s fault.

A restless night followed your meal. You thought you could find some peace among the silky bedsheets of your bed, but everything about that bedroom reminded you of him. Your eyes darted on the clock beside your bed, sighing as, much to your dismay, you realized it was two in the morning. For three hours you had tried to shift positions, read some more pages of the historical novel Haschwalth had left for you to read, but nothing worked. Your body craved some sleep, but your mind was unstoppable.

In a utter distress, you scoffed and sat up on the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and curling yourself up in a ball. Your forehead rested on the top of your knees, eyes closed, as you listened to the steady sound of the clock ticking. You were tired of being stuck in that place, you were tired of restraining yourself to feel forbidden emotions.

But just when you thought things could not get worst, you heard the door creaking open again. You lifted your head up, alredy alarmed by the fact that someone was entering your chamber in the the dead of the night, when you were supposed to be vulnerable and asleep.

However, as you jumped out of the bed and switched the lights on, you gasped at the sight of Haschwalth holding some books in his hands. He furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting to find you wide awake and ready to throw hands, if it was necessary.

“I thought you were asleep. I apologize, it was not my intention to startle you” Haschwalth declared, settling the three books over the desk.

You shrugged and looked at your feet, realizing how poorly covered you were before him. Your nightgown barely reached the middle of your thighs, granting him the chance to look at the entire length of your legs.

“I can’t sleep. Thank you for the books, anyway” you said, gesturing at the novels he had just brought to you as a form of entertainment from the living hell you were experiencing. It was a small attention he reserved to you, one of the things that made you believe he actually had an ounce of uncontaminated respect towards you.

“It’s nothing. You told me you liked to read, when you arrived here. You mentioned it being the closest form of freedom and escapism a prisoner could get to experience” the tall Sternitter said, his eyes somehow softer as he gazed at you.

Was it an attempt to make a small and civil conversation with you? Whatever it was, you were glad he had given some importance to your words. While the accomodation was something he had provided you under the strict command of his King, this was a small gesture of sympathy and mercy coming right from his core. In that very moment, it was hard believing he was the same cold-blooded man that had massacred legions of shinigamis before your eyes.

You bitterly smiled, making an effort in dealing with reality as you bit the insides of your cheeks. You oughed him some sort of an answer and, judging by his curious gaze, he was expecting you to reply something.

“You were not obliged to lend me your novels. I thought you were supposed to simply keep me alive and hold me captive… — you reasoned, your voice calm as you switched your attention from the blue cover of the book to his pale visage — These small gestures are not your Master’s orders, am I right?” you inquired, hoping this time he would properly retort something instead of walking away and avoiding your questions.

“Why do you care? It’s not the first time you’re questioning my actions” the blonde man noted, elgantly gliding his hand over the smooth surface of the desk.

You hated the way your eyes followed his movements attentively, or the way your mind played tricks on you.

‘How would those huge, calloused hands feel on my skin?’ you asked yourself, before turning around and sitting on the edge of the bed. The tension was palpable and you were more than sure that, despite the umpertubable expression freezing his face over, he could sense it too. After all, if your eyes had acted on their own accord and lingered on him for way too long, his ones were doing the same.

“Because I can’t figure you out” you admitted softly, sinking your foreteeth onto your bottom lip right after it.

You did not expect him to bother keeping this conversation up, but you were surprised as he took a step towards you and looked down at you. His jaw was clenched, eyes boring into yours in what resembled frustration, a battle clearly waging into his logical mind, as he stunned you in silence with his own confession.

“Honestly, I cannot figure you out too and it is driving me nuts” he stated bitterly, causing you to swallow down forcefully.

You tried to speak again, but the only sound leaving your lips was a small gasp of surprise as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you up on your feet. You craned your neck to look him in the eye and all you saw was a primordial desire, the same flame enveloping your heart and leaving ashes in your chest.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, his hands glided down your spine, until he hooked them behind your thighs and lifted you up easily. Your eyes were wide opened, as your legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist. What followed was a sinful action you did not fully know back then, if you would have ever been able to forgive yourself from having done.

His lips hingrily captured yours, as he made your back flatten against the wall. Your fingers found his hair, as your lips followed the lead of the man used to command and give orders. His tongue dominated yours without any resistance coming from you. It was too much to handle, too pleasurable to stop now.

A small moan left your lips, as he bit down onto your lower lip before he attacked your neck with equal hunger for your flesh, for you. You felt your cheeks boiling, his touch consuming you to the bone as if he was coating you in lava. Each bite onto your neck, or down to your cleavage, was a sign of how much he was conflicted by what he was feeling around you. You made him lose himself, it was unacceptable.

As his hand slithered down in the middle of you thighs, you felt ashamed of yourself for how much you wanted him to touch you. Haschwalth groaned as the pads of his fingers met the damp fabric of your panties, gliding them up and down through the thin item only to increase your arousal.

“Dripping for your enemy, tsk” he rasped, tugging them harshly to the side before drawing irregular patterns over your bundle of nerves.

Electricity coursed through your veins, your toes curling at the dirty remark he had made. The worst part of it was that he was right, there was no way you could deny it, or hide it from you. Not when his fingers easily delved into your warm core. Whimpers of pleasure fell from your lips as you lolled your head back against the wall, chest raising and falling erratically as you tried your best not to make too much noise.

However, despite his long fingers thrusting into you made it hard to think straight, you somehow still found the guts to fire something back.

“I may be dripping but you’re rock hard” you panted, mewling as Haschwalth remove his index from your aching heat and settled you back down on your feet.

His hands meticulously slipped underneath your nightgown, grasping the straps of your underwear and dragging the item down your legs, until they rested on your ankles. He was feral, almost tearing the panties apart as he hastily tossed them somewhere behind him. Haschwalth knelt down in front of you and grasped your right leg, draping it over his shoulder as he shot a lustful glare.

“I liked you better when you simply moaned” he remarked, before running his tongue flatly down your slit. You whined, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers threaded his hair in pleasure. No one had ever gone down on you like that, as if the juices streaming down your inner thighs were some divine nectar.

His lips sucked deliciously on your throbbing clit, making your legs shaking violently as you tried to keep yourself straight against the wall. You could not get enough, your mouth hanging open as you did not even care about who heard you anymore. Who would have complained about what was happening in your bedroom anyway? There was a perverse sting of satisfaction and pride in watching the Sternitter Grand Master delve his tongue into you. He was on his knees for you, serving a prisoner as if she was some queen whose approval counted.

As you whimpered one last time, hips bucking up against his face, Haschwalth growl and squeezed your rear in primordial desire. You came onto his tongue, almost slumping down onto the floor as he pulled away from you and wiped his chin and mouth with a tissue in his double-breast jacket.

More. He wanted more, he was ready for more. He could not fight the attraction he felt for you, therefore he had no qualms about dragging you to the bed and quickly unbuckle the belt of his trousers. Your eyes were glued on him as you watched the way he slowly stripped out of his candid uniform. His abs, his chest, his thighs seemed the precious work of a greek sculptor. Never in your life you had seen someone as perfect as he was.

You thought that removing your nighthgown was the least you could do for him. You did not fail to notice how his eyes gazed at your perky breasts, just like you almost flinched at the sight of his shaft spriging out of his tight boxers.

“Come here” he said, his tone unnaturally soothing as he climbed onto the bed and stood up on his knees. You did not hesitate to follow his command, your mouth watering as you crawled up to him and gently wrapped your hand around his cock. There was no more shame in your eyes, your body almost moving under the influence of a forbidden desire eating you up from the inside.

You heard him suck in a breath, his eyes closing, as you started to swirl your tongue around the pinkish tip to tease him. His hand grabbed the back of your neck and prompted you to give him more, to part your lips and let him experience the warmth of your welcoming mouth. You did not put on a fight, eager to hear him grunt just as much as he had enjoyed breaking you earlier. Each inch you took in made him tightened the grip on your hair, your mouth and tongue working to let him accomodate into your cavity.

“Damn it…” Haschwalth huskily said, a guttural moan falling from his lips, while you bobbed your head up and down to elicit more moans from him. Yet, he stopped you. Gripping on your hair tightly enough to make you pull your mouth away from him, he sighed and pushed you down onto your back.

For a second, you thought you were not doing a good job but, when he hovered over you and spread your legs for him to settle in between, his thumb brushed over your lower lip and he whispered something in your ear that made you whimper in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that I intend to empty myself into you” he uttered, hooking one of your leg around his hip before shoving himself into you slowly, gradually.

A strained moan left your lips, as he grunted and bit onto the crook of your neck with each inch he conquered into you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull, the intrusion both pleasurable and painful as you adjusted yourself at his impressive size.

As Haschwalth carefully began to thrust into you, your hands cupped his smooth cheeks. Your lips found each others in sloppy and messy kisses, so unlike him, out of his style, out of the world. You could not believe you had allowed him into your bed, the sound of skin against skin filling the room and fueling something inside the composed Sternitter.

His hand found its way around your neck, the other flying up to the bedhead to balance himself as his hips smacked against yours in a feral pace. You did not protest to the blatant act of dominance, the grip on your neck only increasing your pleasure as you could focusing on your sensation.

“H-Hascwalth, I—” you whimpered, eyes watering as you gripped the bedsheets beside you so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“I know… Me too” he rasped, before releasing your neck and kissing you passionately. Your legs shook, your moan muffled by his lips pressing against your as you both came. His forehead was resting against yours, as he panted and gently stroked your cheek.

Sleeping was not hard, after that. You fell asleep over his chest, one of his arm draped over your waist in a firm grip, in which you woke up in the morning. Once again, when he slept, it was hard to believe Haschwalth Jugram was a monster. Haschwalth Jugram was just an angel who had lost his wings down his way to Hell.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I am not going to apologize for that long and lewd one-shot. Actually, looking back at all of my works, this is probably the filthiest thing I have ever written in my life, lol! Well, what can I say? Some characters bring out the worst in me… Let me know what you guys think about this! Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @byakuyandaizenwifey @shattereddreamssara and my queen @sashi-ya because, if I’m not mistaken, you kind of like our deadly Prince Charming✨

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starscelly · 9 months

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now that you're home, i dont have to be alone.

saad yousuf, twitter / vgk@dal 5.25.23 / adrienne rich, sleepwalking next to death / miro heiskanen, instagram / amal el-mohtar, this is how you lose the time war / x / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / x / "the pull of you" by the national / dallas stars, instagram / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / dallas stars, twitter / ernest hemingway, the garden of eden / miro heiskanen, instagram / x / dal@sea 3.11.23 / the letters of vincent van gogh / yle tv2 promo / lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson / dallas stars, twitter / (caption) "woof woof" by arthur

#baby's first web weave #if this even counts idk #i dont know what a web weave is. if i can be real. and im too lazy to google #i tried to source everything but i couldnt find a couple of things!!! pls lmk if u know what theyre from #a lot of the photos of them were deep in my phone so :/#anyways #so insanely deep in my roopemiro feels today.... can u tell #please enjoy my fucking. insanity.#i want. what they have (being intrinsically connected and linked and whatever)#wearing a sign that says “please talk to me abt them” on my head #roope hintz #miro heiskanen #424 #dallas stars #cel weaving webs

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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princess orders. ୭‌⋆*｡

pairings : soft yandere!eddie munson x hyperfeminine!female reader.

summary : eddie doesn't follow orders but when he is with you, well, he changes his own rules on obeying.

includes : dark themes, kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho.

author's note : i thought of this while listening to my mom's record of madonna and i just loved the idea so much i had to write something about eddie listening to her. this is my first (kind of a) long fic so feedback will be appreciated! hope u girlies enjoy it<3

for Eddie, school is not something important.

to be a guitarist in a band, he doesn't need maths, psychics, chemistry or one of those boring sub themes of math.

he sometimes would skip classes and go to the school's parking lot to smoke, paint people's cars or to sell weed.

“munson!” the harsh scream of his name shut his spaced out self. “Paying attention?” Mrs. Wells annoyingly asked, her glasses in the top of her head.

“Of course, why would I miss knowing about... ” His eyes went small as he tried to read what was on the board. “ World War II. ” His monotone voice made some students laugh, other roll his eyes while his teacher only sighed.

“Just, pay attention. ” He nodded, sinking in his chair while glancing at the classroom clock. Five more minutes until he sees you.

the reason he started showing up to these boring classes, doing his homework, showing up in time to school rehearsals or those stupid championships it's because of you.

you, beautiful you.

a lovesick smile showed in his face while his thoughts drifted to your existence.

you're probably in class listening to your teacher explaining some weird science thing, your legs intertwined with each other, biting your pencil trying to figure out what the hell are you learning.

oh, what he would give to be with you right now.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

a heavy sigh left your lips as you left the classroom along some other students, walking to your closer, wishing to go home and sink in bed; or to go to your boyfriend's van and listen to him playing guitar while you draw in your notebook literal hearts, stars, flowers...

your thoughts were interrupted to the heavy sound of your locker being hit by some jock.

“ so, y/n. ” you smiled, nodding your head as you hugged the chemistry books to your chest.

“ that's me! ” you enthusiastically said, a giggle coming out as your turned to open your locker; the jock moving himself to stand next to you.

“ well, i was wondering, some of us are going to go to this party. ” you nodded again, not really paying attention to him as you left all your books in the small pinkish inside of your locker. “ wanna go with me? ”

before you could even process what he asked, you felt another hand grabbing your waist.

“ move, ken doll. ” the voice of your boyfriend made you smile, turning to him as you closed your locker, squealing as you hugged him.

“ eddie! i missed you so much! ” he smiled triumphantly, wrapping his arms in your waist, trying to cover your pink lace panties that your skirt failed to hide.

“ i missed you more, sweetheart. ” he said back, ignoring the jock scoff before leaving with some friends of his.

“ nope, i missed you much more. ” you brought your hands to his denim jacket, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss, a hard passionate kiss.

you'd think that by the way the both of you made out in school hallways you didn't see each other for a long time and not just for thirty minutes but well, for eddie and for you that's a lifetime.

a hard thud was heard as your back hit the locker, his hands gripping your short pink skirt, both of your bodies almost molding into one before the bell rang making you break the kiss and opening your eyes comically wide.

“ practice! eds, i gotta go. ” he almost whined, making his lips a thin line as he moved to the side so you could move. “ remember i end in twenty minutes— oh, could you get my pink lemonade from that place we went? ” at the end of your sentence you pouted as you always did when asking him to do something for you (which was almost every moment of the day), your pink glossy lips looked so beautiful eddie had to steady himself.

“ of course, baby. wan' me to get you a cake too? ” he asked with that crazy love showing in his eyes as he watched you open your locker again just to fix your makeup, closing it again with a dramatic gasp.

“ yeah! ” you pouted again almost smiling this time. “ you, eddie munson, are the best boyfriend a girl can have. ” you came closer just to kiss his right cheek, 'booping' his nose and giggling as you went to your cheerleading practice after saying a quick and soft “ g'bye. ”

eddie could die happy in that moment.

“ 'cause we're living in a material world, and i am a material girl! ” you hummed the rest of the song, now focused on finishing your nails as you painted them with the new nail polish eddie bought, a cute pink you didn't had before, this one had glitter on it!

your voice was something that always made eddie smile, doesn't matter if you're teasing him, explaining some movie you watched with your family, telling him about the new clothes you got, he will always pay attention just as long as he can hear your voice so, in this ocassion he had to endured the loud music of madonna you have being listening for the past hour.

seeing eddie in your room could be comical, a dark spot laying between your plushies, in a soft pink sheet with dark pink pillows; surrounded with a pink room, filled with posters of elvis presley, michael j. fox, river phoenix and paul mccartney, a big closet filled with different tones of pink, few white clothes too (those were ones nancy gifted you, smiling as she saw how excited you were of the soft material) and your iconic shoes with small heels.

there's a lot of difference between you and eddie as a couple, you are a big splash of pink with glitter while eddie is the black edgy spot you sometimes see. when you both began dating, some people in school made fun of it, thinking it was some mean prank you were pulling on eddie, everyone waiting for the punchline.

it wasn't until the whole school saw the both of you making out in the school's cafeteria that they confirmed it, in a gross way for them anyway.

you jumped out of bed when you finished painting your nails, giving eddie a kiss on his cheek as you walked to your closet, choosing your fluffy pajamas you liked to wear in this type of cold nights.

“ will you stay? ” you asked as you turned to look at him, taking your shorts and blouse off, an innocent look in your face.

if eddie was a beginner in your relationship, he would've mistaken what you were doing as a simple accident but he is better at figuring you out. the glimpse of mischief in your eyes always gave you away.

“ my, my, does my spoiled princess wishes me to stay? ” at the nickname you giggled, nodding as you put the pajamas on. he sighed, faking a (dramatic) thinking face as you whined, making your way to the bed with a pout. “ hm, i don't know if i should... have you been a good girl for me? ” he asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice, watching you crawl next to him in the bed.

“ i'm always a good girl for you! ” you whined again, looking up at him with those pretty bambi eyes and as you cuddled to him feeling the warmth of his body, you saw how a smile appear on his face.

“ well then, i will obey my little girl's orders. ” you laughed, that soft laugh you keep just for him to hear, he always knew the real you.

“ goodnight. ” after a small yawn you left your hands in his chest, resting your cheek in his shoulders while he turned the cute night lamp you had next to his side of the bed, kissing your head as he mumbled a goodnight as well.

eddie stayed there, staring at the ceiling and smiling a little for a few minutes before closing his eyes. he can take your mother screaming at him for sleeping in your room tomorrow — for now he just wants to enjoy the feeling of your body against his, the feeling of you and just you.

#yandere!eddie munson #yandere eddie munson x reader #yandere eddie munson #dark!eddie munson #dark eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 7 months

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Taken

Full Masterlist | Supernatural Masterlist

Summary: After hanging out at the bar for a bit, you and the boys decide to head back to the motel. While Dean is in the restroom, you and Sam walk to the Impala parked outside. Of course, neither one of you would've suspected to get taken.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Set during episode 15 of season one (The Benders)

Warnings:

Language

Mention of blood, injuries, etc...

Sam Winchester x-reader

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom. Why don't you two meet me at the car," Dean said, pointing behind him. I nodded and shut Sam's laptop. Me and Sam headed over to the front of the bar. "All I'm saying is Star Trek is way better than Star Wars," Sam said. Sam stepped aside as he held the door open for me. "I never said one was better than the other. You said that all on your own," I said, patting his shoulder.

Sam scoffed and shook his head. The two of us walked over to the Impala to wait for Dean. It was pitch dark outside now, surprising me since I didn't think we were out for that long. I set my hands into the pockets of my jeans, a gust of wind brushing past me. "I told you to bring a jacket," Sam said. "I didn't think it would be this cold," I replied.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the keys from his pocket. The Impala was parked on the side next to this rickety van. It had these weird wooden panels on the side, extending to the back. Sam stopped walking when he heard a sound from ahead of us. "What?" I said. He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing me to his side.

I noticed him look to the right and then left. "Sam," I said, clearing my throat. He let go of my hand to look underneath the car. He sighed in relief when it was just a cat making the sound. "Seriously? First clowns, and now cats?" I said, my hands on my hips. Sam shot me a look before walking to the other side of the car.

My chuckle at his expression stopped when I heard the sound again. This time it seemed closer. "Okay, you don't have to make fun of me that much," Sam said, setting his notebook on the back of the car to fix his jacket. I held up my hand when the sound repeated.

"Y/N/N, what?" Sam said, taking notice of my expression. A cold hand grabbed my ankle, dragging me down to the damp concrete. All I heard was Sam's screams before everything went black.

(Third Person View)

Dean walked out of the bar to meet Y/N and Sam. He sighed, shivering when he, too, realized how cold it was. Dean's brows furrowed when he saw the leather notebook on the back of his car along with Y/N's purse. "What the..." he muttered. Dean opened the passenger seat, thinking that maybe they were just playing some cruel prank on him.

He slammed the door shut and turned around. "Sam! Y/N!" he shouted but didn't get a reply. Dean sighed heavily and walked around the parking lot. "Have you seen anyone else in the last five minutes?" he asked someone. The woman shook his head and went back to speaking with his biker friends.

"Y/N/N! Sammy!" Dean yelled again, now standing in the middle of the street. Dean threw his arms up in the air. His eyes caught sight of a camera directed at the road. He ran back to the car.

_______

(Later - Y/N's Point of View)

My eyes slowly adjusted to the dull light wherever the hell I was. I went to sit up, but my head hit something. It was then I noticed I was in some sort of cage. My hands and knees had been scratched, as well as my elbows.

There was a slight mildewy smell in the air around me. My face scrunched up from the terrible scents. I gathered some strength to try and reach my hand through the bars, hoping that I could get a good grasp at whatever was keeping me in here. "That's not gonna work," a man said from the cage beside mine.

I looked over at the source of the sound and recognized who it was. Mr. Jenkins, the man me and the boys had been searching for. "Mr. Jenkins?" I said.

"Yeah?" the man responded. I sighed and leaned back against the panel behind me. "Where are we?" I asked. The man shrugged his shoulders with his hands holding onto the bars tightly. "No fuckin' clue," he said, "They come in and out, feeding us whatever." My brows furrowed at the last part of his sentence.

"Us?" I asked.

Mr. Jenskins nodded and sniffled. He crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the metal. "Yeah, kid over there. Sleeping. They threw him in here shortly after you," Mr. Jenkins answered, "Wouldn't stop yelling for some girl named Y/N." I looked at Mr. Jenkins. It was hard to see his face, but I could make out a bunch of bruises and cuts.

He slowly pointed a finger at the cage across from me. I found a familiar-looking head of hair leaning against the wall. "Sam?" I said, "Sam!" My friend slowly sat up from where he laid, slowly adjusting like I did. His eyes met mine.

"You okay?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing how to respond. Sam nodded and looked at the door on the other side of the room. "So, is this our normal...." I trailed. Sam shook his head. "No. They're just people. Just crazy, stupid people," he answered.

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better," I sighed heavily. I heard Sam chuckle with his head leaning against the wall. I reached my arm between the bars, leaning forward as best as I could. Sam looked up, finally being able to lace his fingers with mine. He squeezed my hand reassuringly.

He ran a thumb along the side of my hand. "You think Dean is looking for us?" I asked. "Of course he is. He's probably already losing it," Sam replied, earning a laugh from me. Our hands separated when the door opened up on the side. Two tall men walked in, carrying platters of food.

The steel trap door lifted from my side of the cage. A metal plate slid in filled with disgusting-looking food. Mr. Jenkins dove for his food. I knew I was hungry, but whatever was on that plate seemed like something I probably shouldn't eat. I pushed the plate aside, not wanting to look at it for another second.

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I hugged my legs with my head resting on my knee. The longer I was in here, the more desperate and frightened I became. It also didn't help that Mr. Jenkins escaped just a few hours ago. All Sam and I had heard was a loud scream and then a gunshot. But, thankfully, we had made progress on our own escape.

Sam discovered that there was some sort of button that controlled how the cages opened. There was an electrical box on the side, but you needed a key to unlock everything. While we were alone, I pulled down a bar from above and hid it in the corner of the cage with some straw.

And the more I sat here, the more I noticed how much my body ached. The cuts on my hands, knees, and elbows hadn't even been touched up. It stung every time I tried to sit up. And every time I winced, Sam looked my way with a concerned look on his face. "I'm fine," I'd tell him.

Although knowing him, that response wasn't really convincing. Neither one of us knew how long we'd been here. I'd guess a few hours or so. But from the little sunlight we had, it might've been a day, honestly.

"Okay, I'm thinking of a number between one and six," Sam spoke.

I yawned, sighing. "Um, three?" my voice was hushed. "Close enough. It was four," Sam said. It fell quiet again, but that silence was interrupted when the men from earlier came in with a woman dragging behind them.

They opened the cage beside mine, throwing her in. Sam and I watched as they left without saying a word to us. We exchanged a look.

______

"Y/N?" Sam said. I opened my eyes to see him speaking with the woman who was thrown into the cage beside me. She softly smiled, waving to me. "This is Kathleen. She and Dean were looking for us," Sam said. I looked at her with a smile, realizing that if she was here, then that meant that Dean was here.

As on cue, the door opened up, but neither one of us were able to figure out who it was until they walked further into the room. "Dean?" Sam said. "Boy, am I glad to see you two," Dean said, chuckling. He walked over to Sam, checking if he was alright before turning to me.

I nodded, letting him know I was alright, which wasn't the entire truth. "How did you get out of the handcuffs?" Kathleen asked. "I know a thing or two," Dean winked. He looked around the room to see if there was anything that could help get us out.

"There's a control panel over there," I pointed. Dean nodded and stepped to the area where I directed him to. He opened the cover, but his shoulders dropped when he realized that a key was needed. "It's some automatic control," Sam said. "Who are they?" Dean asked.

"They're just people," I answered. Dean nodded and closed the control panel. He sighed with his hands on his hips. "What do they want?" Dean asked. "We're not sure. They let Jenkins go, but that didn't end well," I answered.

He looked behind him at the door. Dean said he didn't see anything outside other than a couple cars. After discovering the panel needed a key, Dean told us he'd be right back with the key if he could find it, but it was Dean he'd find a way either way. And now there was just more waiting.

A couple minutes passed, and Dean hadn't come back. I grabbed the bar I pulled off to see if that would help. I stood up from the ground and lifted the bar, trying to pry off whatever I could. "Y/N/N, what're you doing?" Sam asked. "No idea," I gritted my teeth as I held the bar.

My hands began to hurt at my tight grip. I tossed it to the side when the cuts on my palms stung. "You alright, Y/N?" Kathleen asked. "Yeah, there's just some cuts on my hands," I answered, waving my hand like that would stop the sensation. Sam looked at me. I softly smiled to keep his worries from getting the best of him.

The door opened with a creaking sound. We looked in that direction in hopes that it was Dean coming back with the key. Turns out, it was the man from earlier. He walked over to the side, and the door to Sam's cage opened.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked.

I saw the man grab Sam's arm, roughly bringing him up from the ground. "Sam!" I shouted. I pushed the bar through the openings. Sam barely grabbed it before it was too late. Sam hit the man in the back, causing him to stumble forward. Sam was able to take the man's gun to hit him on the back of his head.

Sam breathed heavily as one of our capturers laid unconscious on the ground. He threw the gun and walked over to the panel. Sam helped me out, not hesitating to wrap his arms around me. "I'm okay, I'm okay," I repeated. I felt him squeeze me for a second before letting go.

Kathleen and I set the man into one of the cages, locking him in there. "Now what?" I asked, sighing. "This way," Kathleen said and led us into another room. Before leaving, I grabbed the gun from earlier.

The officer who helped Dean went the opposite way, stating that she needed to take care of something. The large barn door opened at the end of the room. Sam grabbed my hand, bringing me to the ground beside him. The two of us hid behind a tall bail of hay.

"Lee, where are you?" an older man called, but there was no response. He told the other person who came with him to get the lights. "Shit," Sam muttered. All of the lights in the barn quickly flashed.

We fought our way out of the barn. Sam's hand stayed intertwined with mine as we met Kathleen. "You two go ahead. I'll take care of him," she said, gesturing to the father, who was on the ground. Sam and I nodded, making our way into the house. Dean stood in the living room and jumped when the two of us entered.

"Where's the girl?" I asked. "In the closet," Dean answered, sighing. We didn't ask questions and stepped outside to meet Kathleen. "State police and FBI are gonna be here in about an hour. And, they're gonna want to talk to you," she sighed, "So, I suggest the three of you leave before they get here."

The three of us nodded in response. "Don't mean to press my luck, but mind giving us a ride?" Dean asked, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car," Kathleen said before turning around to walk away.

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(Later - At The Motel)

"Quit moving," I repeated, "I can't help you if you keep moving." Sam purposefully moved his head just to anger me. Dean lightly chuckled from the opposite bed. I hit Sam's leg, causing him to hit me back. I finished helping him with the cut on his face. "How's your hand?" Sam asked, gesturing to the cut on my palm.

I looked down at my hand that I wrapped just a few minutes ago. "It's okay," I answered, "Nothing I can't handle." Sam softly smiled (GIF Above) and looked up at me. Dean watched the two of us from the other side. He let out a sigh and stood up from the bed. "Okay, well, while the two of you stare into each other's eyes. I'm going to see what the motel has to offer in the finest of vending machines," he said.

He grabbed his wallet and left the room. He closed the door behind him. I chuckled to myself and cleaned up the first aid kit. "You sure you're okay?" Sam asked. "I'm sure," I replied and kissed him on the cheek. I got up from the bed to throw away some wrapping from the bandages.

"You know, that food probably wasn't actual food," Sam mentioned. I shivered at the thought, looking over my shoulder at him. He laughed when he took notice of my disgusted expression. "Wow, way to ruin the moment," I said. He let out a small laugh again and leaned back on the bed.

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Checkmate (Part One)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

TW: Death, violence, brief mentions of kidnapping, rape, alcohol/substance abuse and guns.

A/N: Hi! This is my first Spencer Reid fanfic and I’ve also not proof read it so please don’t judge if it’s not very good. It’s inspired/named after the song Checkmate by Conan Gray and influenced a little by the film Mr and Mrs Smith.

“I’m sorry Reid,” Emily whispered. When the team found out, they had to draw straws in order to decide who’d be the one to tell Spencer. Penelope had tears in her eyes and Emily chewed her nails down to the finger. None of them wanted to be the one to break his heart, not after Meave.

Spencer had experienced heartbreak before but not like this. Whereas before, when he watched the girl he loved get shot, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. It hurt him so much, like a physical wound. But now? His heart was fine and, yet, it were as if the rest of his organs had shut down. He couldn’t feel anything. He was floating. He could see Emily’s lips moving but all he could hear was your voice, playing over and over and over again in his head.

Spencer remembered the day he told you that he loved you as though it was yesterday. It was late at night, stars splattered across the midnight sky; your legs were draped over his as you lay stretched across Spencer’s sofa. You both had spent the day binging the Star Wars franchise for what was probably the a hundredth (in release order, much to Spencer’s dismay.) You’d looked so beautiful with the crimson and azure lights reflected from the lightsabers on the TV dancing across your skin.

Your mouth was full of pistachio ice cream when the words slipped out, “I love you.” Spencer recalled the way your eyes widened - as if no one had ever said those words to you before. “I love you y/n. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Your lips stretched into a soft smile.

“I love you, too, Spence. More than anything, never forget that.”

Spencer would have sacrificed anything to go back to that moment: every IQ point, every novel in his possession, his role in the FBI. But no matter what happened, Spencer could not turn back time. He could not return to a time before he knew you were a killer.

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“He’s a fucking FBI agent.” Ben spat.

“No he’s not,” you protested, “he’s a surgeon.”

It’s why he had so many spontaneous shifts, why he’d suddenly have to leave in the middle of the night or during a date, it’s why he’d sometimes be gone for long periods of time.

You hated the way Ben laughed at you. You hated Ben. Full stop.

“How can you be so ignorant y/n. You are so god damn naive.”

“He’s a doctor. I swear.” Spencer wouldn’t lie to you. He’d promised you, the night he said he loved you, that he would never lie to you.

Ben slung an arm around your neck and pulled you into him, overwhelming you with the vile scent of alcohol and piss.

“Then fucking explain this,” he grinned, showing you a photo of your boyfriend. You lurched forward as you read the headline of the article: ‘Dr Spencer Reid of Quantico’s Behaviour Analysis Unit’.

It hurt. So much. This betrayal consumed you. You shoved your boss off of you and vomited. You could hear Ben’s laugh reverberating off the grim walls of the basement you were in as he stumbled away.

You scrubbed at your lips, trying to rid yourself of taste.

Your boyfriend, your best friend, worked for the FBI. And you were a killer.

You were eight years old when it happened, they’d grabbed you off the street as you were walking home from school. The police would have found you if they’d looked. Then men go took you did not wear masks, nor did they bother disguising themselves or the van they tied you up in the back of. It had taken your parents four days to realise you were gone. It had taken the police two hours before they gave up searching. No one had cared enough to find the little lost child. No one had ever cared about you, until Spencer.

You learnt quickly that the only way to survive was to do what they say. Deal drugs, steal, you didn’t care. You would do anything to live. And these men exploited that. They manipulated you. They corrupted you. They were the first people you killed. You slept better than ever that night, in an abandoned alley. Alone. Free.

That’s where Ben had found you. Ben, the leader of a minor gang, paid you to go after those who’d wronged him. The people who broke his rules - rapists, pedophiles, murderers. You enjoyed being a vigilante at first. But soon you learnt you could hurt them in way worse than death…Ben agreed with you.

You would frame them for crimes, rob them, plant drugs in their possession. You would stand from the sidelines at watch their lives collapse.

And now it was your turn. This was a strange sense of Karma.

You and Spencer played a game of Chess every night before you went to sleep. You were waiting for him to come home as you slipped a vail of hemlock into his drink and placed the glass next to the board. Staring at pieces, you heard the front door open.

“Checkmate,” you whispered.

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Spencer pressed his loaded gun firmly behind his back, breathing heavily as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom. He knew what would be waiting for him, the same thing that awaits him every evening when he returns from work.

You were sat crossed legged in your chair, leaning over the chess board analysing the pieces. You’d been playing this game for the last three weeks - both of you always managed to escape being checked.

You had a glass of water in hand and there was a glass for him next to his seat. Neither of you drank alcohol. Spencer had been sober since his drug addiction and you refused to drink after he told you that he was ten years sober. It was things like that, the small things you did, that made Spencer believe you were gentle and kind. He chided himself for being so stupid.

You looked up grinning at Spencer who was leaning against the doorway. He loved that smile. He hated himself for still loving it.

“Hey Spence.”

How could you be so glib when your hands are covered in the blood of innocents?

“Hi y/n,” he said, fist tightening around the gun.

“How was work? I saw or the news there was crash near the hospital. Did many people get-” you were interrupted by the sound of a gun cocking.

You abruptly stood up and stumbled away from Spencer.

“W-what are you doing.” You tried your best to sound scared when he pointed the gun at you.

“What do you think I’m doing? You are a criminal. You are a fucking murder!” Spencer did not feel guilty when you flinched.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Baby, please, I’ve never heart anyone. Please put the gun down and we can talk.”

Spencer had never noticed your tell before but it was clearer than ever, now. You chewed on the corner of your lip. This was all the confirmation he needed.

He would not be played like a pawn.

“Cut the act, y/n.” You searched his eyes but they were void of any emotion. Her loving Spencer was gone. Dead.

“What act?”

“You know what bloody act. No more games.”

Fine. You couldn’t help but think that things were finally getting fun.

“You’re not going to shoot me, Spencer, you’re an FBI agent. You have a code of conduct. You have morals.” You mocked, disdain evident in your words. “That’s right, isn’t it? You have doctorates but you are not an actual doctor. What you are is a fucking liar.”

That was the first time you’d ever called him Spencer. It had always been ‘Spence’. The facade was truly gone and he felt wretched.

How could you use him like that?

He walked towards you, pressing the barrel of his gun against your temple, forcing you to walk backwards until you hit the wall.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you repeated.

And you were right. Despite Emily telling him to shoot if necessary, Spencer could not bring himself to do it. He was better than you. He had to be better than you.

“Yes I am,” he whispered.

He was not surprised when he felt the cold metal of a blade kiss his neck. Spencer had walked into your trap.

He was surprised, however, when a lone tear slipped down your cheek. His fingers itched to brush it away.

You looked up at him, “did it mean nothing to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This. All of it. You knew who I was…what I was the whole time and still you made me love you. You made me believe that you actually loved me.”

This was perhaps the first time Dr Spencer Reid had ever been confused.

“I-what?”

“Why did you have to make me love you?” You breathed.

“Y/N. I don’t understand.”

“You lied about being a doctor. You were undercover. You orchestrated this entire relationship just so you could arrest me. I want to, no, I need to know why.”

“That’s not true. I lied to protect you. My job gets people hurt, it gets people killed!” Spencer cried, “I lied to protect you!”

You pulled your knife away from his neck.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I would never hurt you.”

“You have a gun aimed at my fucking head!”

Spencer dropped the gun and kicked it away from the two of you. You were so close that your noses kept brushing with every movement.

He inhaled sharply, “how many people have you killed?”

“I-none.”

“Margaret Sheppard, Claire Daugherty, Travis Smith, Lance Chen and Aidan Keith. Do those names ring any bells?” Spencer pressed into you, his long fingers curled around your upper arms.

Spencer tried not to think of the nights of the murders, the ones you spent as a knot of limbs - not knowing where one of you began and the other ended. He tried not to think of the way you would gasp or how, afterwards, you would pull him to you, leaning your forehead against his, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The betrayal was the most painful thing Spencer had ever experienced.

“I did not kill any of them. I didn’t,” you protested.

“So explain to me how they all ended up dead within days of each other. Their necks slit and an ‘x’ cut into their wrists?”

“Spencer, I promise you, I did not kill any of those people.”

“It’s your MO y/n. We know it was you.” Or, he thought he did. You weren’t chewing your lip. “You’re telling me that you have never killed anyone?”

“That’s not-”

“Don’t lie to me!” He shouted, slamming his hand against the wall. “Please. Please just tell me the truth.”

“I have killed people before. I have killed to survive. I have killed because I had to. I have killed because I wanted to. I have killed for fun. But I have not murdered anyone in the last three years. I have not taken a single life since the day I met you!”

Spencer couldn’t breathe.

You continued, “Margaret Sheppard drowned her newborn baby because it was crying too loud. Daugherty ran a sex trafficking ring, Smith and Chen took turns raping their 15 year old daughters. Aidan Keith beat his wife black and blue. They are…were…rich. They were going to get away with it. I did what I was told to, I made them stop.

“I stole millions of dollars from Sheppard. She had no choice but to claim bankruptcy. I helped every single girl escape Claire Daugherty before I put her in a coma. I planted very incriminating evidence on Travis Smith and Lance Chen - evidence that landed them both a life sentence in a high security prison. And Keith? I wanted to kill him. He was one of the men who kidnapped me when I was a child, but I didn’t. I saved him for last. I destroyed what mattered most to him: his reputation.

“I lied and I stole and I hurt but I did not kill any of them. I would not have done anything that would have risked my relationship with you, Spencer.”

He pulled away from you and started pacing around the room. You stood frozen as he reached for his drink.

I have killed to survive. Those words were replaying in his head (curse his eidetic memory). He wanted to know what you meant. He needed to know. What did you mean by one of the men who kidnapped me? Neither Emily or Rossi had told Spencer any of this. None of the BAU had. He mentally went through all of the cold case kidnappings from around eighteen years ago in the area but none stuck out. Were you lying? Was this some elaborate trick? A trap? His head was spinning.

Spencer reached for the untouched glass of water next to the chess board and took a sip.

You lurched foreword and pulled the cup out of his hand, throwing it against the wall. Tiny fragments of glass flew around the room as it shattered, water staining the wall.

It all made sense to Spencer, in that moment, as his eyelids grew heavy, you had poisoned the drink. That was why you had kept glancing at the glass. But, if you wanted to kill him, why did you stop him from drinking more? Why did you break the glass? The last thing he did before the world went dark was whisper “I love you.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part two soon ◡̈

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