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tlou au where everything is the same but from the very start, joel, tess, and ellie are pursued by a mysterious woman with 8 fingers who wants nothing more than to kill ellie
#txt#[andre rousimoff holding his hands out gif] NO ONE ELSE DO THIS before i get to this#. then you can.#tlou#i see this as only somewhat of a fix it fic#because future ellie would probably not be able to save everyone#but i think she might be able to save key characters such as henry and max#although i do imagine this to be. kind of fucking scary#like think of a constantly pursuing predator that you cant figure out how to kill#HAHA like the wolf in puss in boots#i do imagine her to be much much more ruthless#such as the trio turning around only to find like bill missing when they were just talking to him#only to find his body in another room#so it would be like. KIND of a mercy kill. ellie in her broken mind from everything and also the time travel#thinking it would be kinder to kill him before he could find franks body and his note#i think that ellie would probably attempt to kill her younger self at the beginning because shes out of her mind#and then spend the rest of the time restlessly pursuing joel tess and ellie who are doing everything they can to stop her and gain a lead#trying of course to get to joel and make amends and also trying to save people like sam#and then finally TRULY catching up to them in salt lake city#to convince the fireflies to take her instead of younger ellie#ellie williams#ellie miller#anyway. i think all my aus are so good but that probably means nothing when i hardly ever actually write for them
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I just had the Idea, like Imagine, the S/o from Muzan, Koku, Douma and Akaza (seperate) finds a spider and is REALLY Scared of it. How would they react?
The mental image of the S/O shrieking in terror and one of these men just absolutely pegging it all the way from one side of the house to the other just to find out its a spider that scared the S/O amuses me greatly (≧▽≦)
Also I have arachnophobia and honestly spiders get my skin crawling in terror... they just give me the ick
Honestly thanks for sliding this into my askbox! It was fun to imagine and write what these men would think and do during such a scenario!
Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Douma/Doma + Akaza reacting to their S/O being scared of a spider - Headcanons:
Muzan Kibutsuji:
He was just doing an experiment, just messing around with chemicals to get a reaction
When he hear's you scream
Fucking speed demon o'hoy as he speeds across the house to find you, nails hardening and lengthen and tentacles wanting to burst out from his skin to get rid of what's harmed you
And when he reaches where you are, hands cracking the foundations of the door with a snarl on his lips until his eyes land on you
Muzan stands there - his fear quells and is instead replaced with a thankful neutrality - breathing slowly reverting back to normal as he takes in your shaken form standing on one of the tables in the home's library
With a quirk of his brow his gaze drifts to where your shaking finger points and lands on the calm + poised form of a spider
Muzan stares at it
The spider stares back
Before it's promptly squished under a book
Your carried out of the room like a bride
"For scaring me you get to sit in my lab" Muzan says, going back to mixing chemicals "And if your good, it'll be me that makes you scream in ecstasy later"
Muzan knows spider's scare you so usually just kills them before you see one - although the odd few go get to live
Kokushibo:
Kokushibo was meditating - his usual activity after a long day
It's silent, the house in a state of stillness and the world outside holding it's breathe as Kokushibo breathes in...then out..
And its shattered by your scream of fear
His body moves quicker than his mind
Hand on his katana as he rushes to where you are and as see's you cowering in the hallway, eyes flicking to and fro to see where your fear is placed to see the 8-legged fiend
"It's a spider...." He states plainly, eyes blinking as his stance relaxes "......again?"
"Can you please make it go away!" You whisper-shout, eyes peaking through your fingers at him "It's really scary"
Kokushibo simply sighs
Moving silently to catch the spider with a drinking cup and a piece of parchment from the ceiling and releasing it outside
He picks you up and dusts you off with a small smile
"Next time just shout my name, I'll handle the spiders"
Douma/Doma:
Douma/Doma had just finished a sermon
Narrowly escaping his followers clutches from having to give more false kindness and advice that he probably didn't mean
Until he hears you scream
Fear flushes his insides cold and worry makes his chest ache as he runs to your shared quarters
First, he blinks - taking in the scene of your shaking form and the rather harmless spider on the wall
Then his brain starts working at a mile a minute before everything clicks into place
You (S/O) + Spider + Scream from you = Fear = New form of entertainment
Douma/Doma smirks - something filled with malice and a polite mock sympathy - before making his way across the room to soothe you
Before promptly catching the spider and chasing you with it...
Yes, this is funny for him and no, he won't stop until he's tired
After having his fun - for what felt like a millennia - Douma/Doma releases the spider outside
And with a chuckle, kisses your forehead and leaves you
Douma/Doma just doesn't understand why you're scared of spiders until you sit down with him before bed and tell him off for earlier
After that he orders his followers to either kill spiders on sight or move them into the garden
Akaza:
He was training in the garden when he heard you scream out in terror
Making record time to get to you by simply leaping from the garden through the bedroom's open window
Eyes moving wildly trying to find the source of your terror - his heart aching when seeing your eyes shimmering with tears and a scared wobble to your lip
Until landing on the black mass on the floor scuttling about... "a....a spider?" He says inquisitively, his head tilting in confusion
When he realizes that it was the spider that made you scream, Akaza kinda just stares at it for a little while before joining you on the bed to get away from it and soothe you
Then 5 minutes roll into 10 minutes and your both sat there, chilling on the bed in a hug and waiting for the spider to leave
"It's gone now...."
Accidentally stands on the spider
Yes, he screams
No, the spider doesn't make it
But you do get to laugh
Akaza now doesn't go near spiders....
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Thinking of a coffee shop AU where Steve and Robin work together. They play this little game where they guess what a new customer’s order will be. To their surprise, Steve is accurate almost 100% of the time. Especially after he gets the hang of it, it’s like he’s a coffee mind reader - at least, that’s what Robin calls him.
The best friends spend most of their time chatting and occasionally Robin will ask, “Blondie who just walked in?” Or “Obnoxious purple tie, third in line?”
And Steve will answer in a few seconds, “Iced coffee, two shots of expresso, and three pumps of caramel… clearly a large latte with french vanilla and an oat milk substitute.”
Most of the time, Robin will make the order before the customer gets to the register. She’s learned to always trust Steve’s gut.
On a particularly slow day, Robin and Steve lounge by the machines, having cleaned them three times already. Steve steals a cookie from the display and gives half to Robin as they chat.
The bell rings and Robin nudges Steve. “What about him?”
Steve swallows. The man has long curly brown hair which rests over a leather jacket and some band t-shirt that Steve doesn’t recognize. His jeans are black and purposefully ripped at the knees, and his combat boots are well worn. The answer is obvious to anyone. “Easy, a large black coffee.”
For once, Robin hesitates to make the coffee, choosing to watch the interaction instead.
“Hi, welcome in, what can I get for you?” Steve asks with practiced ease.
Big brown eyes that were previously scanning the menu above now land on Steve, and Steve can’t help but pinch his leg behind the counter so he can get a grip.
The customer’s mouth opens and closes a few times, seemingly indecisive, which Steve finds to be a bit ridiculous because why would he want anything that isn’t just plain dark coffee? He doesn’t get lost in these thoughts for too long because the customer’s lips are a bit distracting…
“I’ll have a medium caramel frappe with whipped cream and maybe a bit of cinnamon on top?” The customer requests.
Steve freezes.
“Is that… okay? I don’t mind not getting the cinnamon if that’s a problem…” he trails off looking adorably flustered.
Steve clears his throat and reasons out loud, “This isn’t for you, right”
The stranger’s brow furrows. “Is there something wrong with my order?”
Oh shit. Yeah, that was rude. “No, no! Not at all! I just thought… well… with your whole look and vibe you would get something… not so sweet.” Fuck. He’s digging a bigger hole for himself.
“My vibe?” The man questions and luckily the crease in his brow is no longer there, and there’s maybe even a smile that tugs at his lips.
“A good vibe! Well, actually I thought you looked kind of scary. Not scary! Just… intimidating, man. With the leather and all black but it’s cool, dude.” Steve’s hands settle on his hips as he nods - at what, he doesn’t know, but he’s nodding. There’s a small kick to his shin that he knows is from Robin who is fixing the coffee next to him, but he’s going to refuse to look at her.
The sound of a lid snapping on the top of a drink container snaps Steve out of outright staring at the man now. Christ. Robin pushes beside him and slides the drink across the counter. “On the house to repay you for my coworker’s manners,” Robin says with a big grin.
“Oh, I didn’t mind really,” the man says, fidgeting with the large silver rings on his hand. Steve can’t tell if he’s imagining the blush on his cheeks or not.
“In that case, please come back and pray that Steve here can get himself together before then,” Robin says nudging Steve hard. Steve winces at the impact.
“Will do,” the man says, taking his drink and straw and walking out the building.
Steve buries his head in his hands.
“What was that?” Robin asks in a hushed tone although there’s no one around.
“I don’t know! I got his order completely wrong, and it threw me off!” Steve uncovers his face and begins stress cleaning the machine.
Robin laughs. “I haven’t seen you put your foot in your mouth so hard since Scoops.”
“Don’t remind me,” Steve begs.
“Well, at least you’ll never have to see him again because it seems like we’ve lost that customer forever,” Robin says with another laugh as Steve groans recalling the interaction.
It turns out that Robin is wrong though because he shows up again. The next day, in fact. Then the next… and the next… and the next… He starts coming more often than some of their regulars, and eventually he becomes one of them.
And every time, he orders something different. He’s gotten a hot latte, an iced latte, a cappuccino, chai tea, and even a hot chocolate. But everything he orders is overwhelmingly sweet - most times requesting an extra sweetener, and Steve has even seen him use extra sugar packets the few times he’s sat down inside.
A few days into Steve’s new favorite game of trying to guess the man’s new order, he finally gives him his name: Eddie.
Regrettably, Steve had gotten his name because it was a busy day and he had needed to. But still, he had his name.
On a particularly slow day with only Steve working, Eddie ends up being the only one in the coffee shop. Steve writes on a sticky note what his order will be because Robin isn’t there as a witness, and Steve needs some evidence in case he guessed correctly.
“Hey, Eddie, what can I get for you?” Steve asks with a smile.
“How about a medium peppermint mocha?”
Steve is going to tear up that sticky note and throw it away. He moves to make the mocha quickly, adding in extra pumps of mocha because he’s sure Eddie will want it sweeter.
When Eddie goes to pay and accept his coffee, he hesitates. He gives Steve a curious look and asks, “Why do you cringe every time I order something? Is it something I say? Or is it the order itself?” It comes out soft and curious rather than harsh and demanding which Steve is thankful for.
Steve says, “Well, it’s a long story but… here, I’ll show you.” He reached over and grabs the sticky note reading hot cappuccino, four pumps of caramel, and five packets of sugar and places it in front of Eddie who reads it over, throughly confused. “I guess people’s orders, and most of the time I’m right or I’m close enough that I’m basically right. But with you, I’ve guessed it wrong every single time. I just can’t figure you out.”
A small smile graces Eddie’s face. “Does that mean I’m special then?”
Steve’s heart thuds. “I guess it does,” he replies with grin.
“I’m glad,” Eddie says then winks at him. “I’ll be back tomorrow so you can guess wrong again,” he comments while turning to leave.
Steve chuckles, slightly flustered. “Looking forward to it, Eddie.”
“I bet you are,” Eddie flirts as he makes his way out the door.
Steve flushes bright red. Yeah, he definitely guessed Eddie all wrong, and he prays to continue to do just that so he’ll keep coming back. He knows one thing for sure though - Eddie’s drinks are about as sweet as him.
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Can you write a pedro x sick!reader story, but the reader doesn't just have a little cold im talking SICK reader. Like rushing to the emergency room hurt/comfort kinda thing.
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader
a/n: ok first of all im incredibly sorry for the wait, genuinely im really really sorry. and secondly im not 100% sure i did what you had in mind, which makes me feel like shit even more, so if it's not, you can tell me and ill try to write it again
"Sir I need you to calm down"
"I will as soon as you answer my questions"
"sir," the paramedic said more sternly now "I've already told you I'm not a doctor so I cannot answer your questions, now please calm down"
And he wanted to fight more and beg that woman to answer his questions because, after all, the only one he cared about was: Is she gonna be ok?
But your eyelids fluttered and the ambulance took a turn and all the sudden he couldn't talk or think or do anything anymore but take your hand in his and start a low chant of the only thing he would allow himself to think, the only thing that still made him able to breathe oxygen into his lungs:
You're gonna be okay, sweetheart, he whispered, his words verging on prayer as he squeezed your hand and watched your beautiful face pale more and more You're gonna be just fine
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And as it turns out, his prayers were answered.
"the surgery went well, she's gonna make a full recovery"
He had no words, all he could do was smile like a fucking idiot while he passed a hand through his hair.
She's ok
She's ok
She's ok
That's all his brain was able to muster up, and then for some reason he was hugging the doctor.
"thank you" he grinned "Thank you so much doctor-" he smiled, leaning away "Can I-can I see her?"
The woman cleared her throat, clearly taken aback a bit "Yes," she nodded "she's in the first room on the left, but just so you know the anesthesia is still wearing off so-"
"yes, yes, thank you so much doctor," he couldn't wait for her to finish as he was sprinting to the room already "thank you!" he said one last time, finally opening the door to your room.
He had to stop for a moment and look at you lying on the hospital bed, looking just as perfect as ever.
She's ok
"hey" he spoke softly, approaching your bed, and seeing a smile slowly part your mouth.
"hey"
"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving some hair out of your face and letting his hand linger on your cheek
"not great"
"I'm sorry" he cooed, taking your hand in his and feeling you squeeze it as your eyes watered "What's wrong?" he panicked "Does it hurt- do I call the doctor-?"
"no" you sniffled as a tear fled your eye "I just-"
"what is it, sweetheart?"
"I was just... I was s-so scared"
"oh baby" he murmured, bringing your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it "I'm so sorry" he cooed "I can't even begin to imagine how scary that must have been... but hey" he offered you a soft smile as he crouched down to be at your level "you're ok now, there's nothing to worry about anymore" he promised, gently kissing your forehead "you can relax now. I'm here for you, whatever you need you just ask, ok?"
"ok" you nodded, taking a breath "thank you... for everything" you murmured, looking into his kind eyes "for this, for calling the ambulance, for being here for me... just- thank you"
He didn't know what to say, so all he did was kiss you,
"I love you" he smiled "and sugar... don't you ever think about scaring me like that again"
You couldn't help but snort at that
"oh so this is about you then?" you joked
"damn right it is" he laughed in that way he could only do with you "they were about to have to assist two people in that ambulance," he said jokingly (although it was the truth) "and I think I was annoying one of the paramedics so much that I was about to get thrown out"
"oh no what did you do?"
"let's not think about that now," he said, the smile on his lips not able to go away from the first second he saw you
"Baby..." you tilted your head, scolding him silently
"I've brought you a kit-kat" he smiled that smile of his that made you forget what you were talking about every single time
"You did?" it was as if your eyes sparkled
"Of course" he nodded, handing you the candy bar "I'm not sure you can eat it, we're gonna have to ask the doctor, but I wanted you to have something you liked when you woke up"
Your eyes watered again, but this time, for an entirely different reason
"I love you" you whispered
"I love you more, sweetheart"
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SMUT * Kind of perv Eddie jerking off while snuggling oblivious readers tits *
The only light in the trailer came from the small television playing The Exorcist after Eddies insistence.
Notorious for being the scariest movie ever made Eddie knew it would be perfect to scare you into his arms. Allowing him an excuse to hold you. The way imagines at night while clutching an old pillow.
Although Eddie didn't take into account that he was a scaredy-cat. As the film was playing he found himself averting his gaze from the screen. Attempting to avoid a startling scene.
It was unavoidable and out of nowhere he squealed hiding his face into you. A gentle touch met the fluffy curls as you caressed his head pressing it further into your.....chest.
Eddie suddenly realized his face was right between your breast. Soft and warm caressing each side of his face. This wasn't his plan this was better.
When a loud sound echoed from the tv he used it as an excuse to jump further into your chest. Earning your comfort "Aw Eddie..if it's too scary we can turn it off?"
He took the opportunity to shake his head no. Snuggling his face deeper into your breast making his cock harden. You were oblivious to his true intentions.
"Okay" you cooed "We can still watch...I'll protect you." The laugh you gave making your tits to jiggle against his face. Teeth sinking into his lip to contain a moan.
Eddie slipped a hand down between his legs feeling up the hard-on shivering at the touch but freezing when you looked down at him.
"Eddie? Do you want me to put the blanket on you?"
He couldn't believe it! He gave another (fake) shiver while hiding his smirk in your chest "Could you please"
An audible moan left his lips as you leaned forward to grab the blanket. Eddies face was fully between your tits. Warmth taking over his cheeks and his body as the blanket draped over him.
The blanket concealed everything giving him the confidence to lower the zipper of his jeans. Reaching into the confines to grip his cock, pulling it free.
The tip was already leaking he spread it down his cock making the jerk smooth. Slowly moving his wrist up and down to not draw attention.
He used a tight grip jerking down and up giving extra attention to the tip. Running the back of his ring against the heated flesh before back down.
Nuzzling his face deeper he imagine his cock was sliding between your tits instead his hand.
How your hand would press the soft pliant flesh around him. Eddie would use his spit to glide through them causing them to bounce with each thrust.
Would you stick out that cute tongue and lick his tip as he fucked your tits capturing his cum in your mouth? Or would you beg him to cum on your tits and spread the sticky substance around so they glistened?
Eddie was close he could feel it. The tightening in his stomach the moans on the tip of his tongue. A few more jerks and he would be there but all his motions stopped "The movies over Eddie. It's okay now."
Eddie was fucked, not literally, and would never be by you if he was caught. Laying still he made no movements keeping his eyes shut.
Peering down you pushed away the stray hairs covering his face revealing his slumbering face "You're cute when you sleep Munson!"
Eddie had to keep from smiling. He had never had any luck in life but it was all appearing in this moment. As he was about to continue his pleasure you leaned down.
"I hope you dream of me Eddie" placing a delicate kiss to his forehead. The touch was so gentle. Your lips soft and warm. The tender touch made Eddie shiver and cum into his hand.
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Day 30: scary movies
Masterlist flufftober 🎀
The translations of the French sentences are at the end and I give special thanks to @cumulo-stratus for helping me check that they were fine. I hope you like it!
“We're here,” Spencer announced, although that was obvious, when he parked the convertible car that Rossi had very kindly offered to lend to you.
Now that Halloween was so close, the doctor had invited the entire team to the drive-in theater for the broadcast in its original language of Eyes Without a Face, a 1960 French film, but everyone had found an excuse not to attend. Most of them refused due to their ignorance of the language and Emily, who was the only one who spoke it as fluently as Spencer, already had plans that night.
“I can go with you” you had said kindly. In other circumstances you might not have accepted, but now it made you feel guilty leaving your friend alone. In addition, the plans with him were always calm and, to a certain extent, educational "But I warn you that all I know how to say in French is Bonjour”
Your friend was happy with your response and he asked you not to worry, telling you that all you had to do was take it to him so he could translate the words for you. So Rossi told you that he would collaborate on one of his cars and Spencer almost died when he saw it, not because he was a big fan but because he was worried about how much money he would have to pay if he made the slightest scratch on it.
“There are more people than I imagined,” you murmured, nodding toward the rest of the parking lot. The majority were couples, as expected, and a few older adults.
“It was a very popular story during that time, despite the censorship it involved. We once had a similar case in… Well, I'll remind you when we finish watching it. I don't want to ruin anything for you," he murmured, smiling.
That night he had chosen an outfit that was quite common to see him in at the office: brown cardigan, an argyle vest, formal shirt, and tie. Everything was fine with that, what was really driving you crazy lately was the hair. Spencer styled his hair in a certain way that… you couldn't explain it, he just made you think of Prince Charming in fairy tales.
And the fact that you started to see it that way didn't help a damsel like you at all.
“It's okay if you can't translate the entire film. Just telling me a couple of lines is enough, I will be guided by what I see”
“No, that's not a problem. I can do it"
Of course you knew he could do it, it was Doctor fucking Reid. You were just worried that you would end up more focused on his whispering lips than on the screen in front of you.
Luckily the movie started and you managed to maintain the necessary composure. Luckily your brain was able to pay attention to what you saw, what you heard, and what Spencer was murmuring to you. At first you may have only agreed to accompany him out of kindness, but as the story progressed you realized that it was actually good. Little by little you were remembering a case that, as he had said, you had investigated, but that should probably be a talk for after finishing the movie.
You had to admit that something was captivating about the French language, because even if you didn't understand a thing they said, it was nice to hear it.
Calme-toi, ma chérie.
Faites-lui confiance.
One of the characters murmured and a second later you heard Spencer with the respective translation.
“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him”
"Repeat that"
“Calm down, my dear. Trust in him?”
“No,” you murmured, seeing him frown as if he didn’t understand your request. “Repeat what he said, in French.”
The idea had come from God knows where and you had only mentioned it in the heat of the moment, otherwise you would never have asked him. It was just that the words had sounded so exquisite that you wondered if the soft voice of the man next to you would replicate them in the same way.
Spencer wanted to ask you why you wanted that, but he was afraid of ruining his only chance to impress you with his skills, so he just turned enough so you could see him better and mentally visualize the words he needed.
When he leaned a little towards you to have more privacy you felt his breath hit your neck and adding to the soft aroma of his cologne that reached your nose you felt slightly dizzy.
If a single action had been enough to make your entire body shake, it probably would have been hearing Spencer Reid whispering French in your ear.
“Calme-toi, ma chérie. Faites-lui confiance”
“Once again,” you laughed, thankful that the low lighting didn’t allow you to see a blush on your cheeks.
"Why?" he said amused, thinking that perhaps it was prudent to inquire about your request.
“I don't know, when you talk it you sound so…” so sexy “nice. Like feeling velvet between your fingers”
Spencer was definitely flattered by you, you could tell by the way he chuckled and his body flinched slightly.
“I don't sound that good because I haven't practiced French for a long time, but my mom wants to go to Paris one day so if we go together, I'll be able to do it. I learned it a few years ago, it is a somewhat difficult language”
“Can you say anything else?” you asked excitedly, as you scooted a little further against him to the point where your knee brushed his and your faces were just a short distance away “I mean, of course you can, but could you do it?”
“Huh, what do you want me to tell you?”
“Whatever,” you smiled sweetly. You weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, which was playing in the background, but you only had eyes for him and his pretty face.
Spencer's face. Your co-worker.
Despite the inappropriate course that your thoughts had taken, you kept watching him while he thought for a few seconds what he was going to say to satisfy your curiosity. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he tilted his head slightly and you swore it was almost as if he wanted to maneuver his lips to yours.
“Je pense que tu es vraiment belle”
The phrase was just a caress, a feather sliding across your ears that managed to stop your breathing and accelerate your heart rate. Maybe French was called the language of love for a reason.
"What does it mean?" you asked in barely a whisper.
But Spencer didn't respond, he just stared at you and for a second you thought his attention had been diverted to your parted lips.
“Keep watching the movie or you'll miss the best part.”
“Spencer, what does it mean?”
“There he is saying that she can be admitted tomorrow morning.”
“Spencer,” you said sternly. Even with the tone of your voice, he did not look to your side, pretending to be extremely interested in the movie playing, “What did you tell me?”
“You only wanted to hear me speak in French, you never asked for a translation”
“Reid!” You complained, extending your hand to his arm to get his attention and force him to look at you. “I swear if you offended me…”
“Je ne t'offenserais jamais”
“Stop it,” you threatened him, pointing a finger at him and frowning.
“Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser”
You responded to that with an exasperated sigh and suddenly a scream that you didn't expect on the screen startled you greatly, causing you to instinctively jump into his arms.
It was an absolute, cheap cliché, but that didn't make it any less romantic.
"You see? Pay attention” was all he said, with a tone that showed how much fun he seemed to be having.
You readjusted yourself in your seat without saying anything and obeyed his words, looking at the strange black-and-white scene. Out of the corner of your eye you watched Spencer lick his lips before he started shouting explanations about the story again which you listened to carefully, trying not to think too much about what the two sentences he had told you meant but which would keep you curious for the rest of the night.
Suddenly you felt him stir next to you and raise both arms, as if he wanted to stretch his back, while a yawn left his lips. What really caught your attention was feeling that one of his limbs, the one that was close to you, when getting off was placed on the edge of the seat behind your back and not on his lap as it should be.
“Tell me you didn’t do that.”
"Do what?" he asked, but from the stutter in his voice you knew he knew well what you meant.
“That's the most common tactic on earth,” you muttered between laughs. Spencer lowered his head as if he were embarrassed and ready to take his arm away from you, but you raised your hand until you took his and slid a little so that you were leaning against his body. “But I'll let it go just because you're cute.”
Cute. The word resonated in Spencer's mind and warmed his cheeks, while he felt how you settled your head better on his chest and began to caress the back of his hand with your thumb. You were so soft and warm he felt like he was going to die.
“Where is my star translator?” he heard you say and that was enough to snap him out of his trance.
You stayed in that position for the rest of the show while he whispered in your ear and you listened to the soft beat of his heart, feeling that, at least for one night, the world belonged only to the two of you.
Translation
"I think you are really beautiful" (Je pense que tu es vraiment belle)
"I would never offend you" (Je ne t'offenserais jamais)
“If I could, I would erase this angry face with a kiss” (Si je pouvais, j'effacerais ce visage en colère avec un baiser)
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Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x reader x orc!Steve Rogers
Warnings: noncon, kidnapping, forced marriage, breeding, magic tattoo, double penetration, my usual orc filth, bad dirty talk.
Words: 2.6k
Summary: Strange, you thought, nervously biting your already hurting lips as you watched them giving you a simple massage, their callous thumbs gently drawing circles on your skin. You'd never thought they would prostrate themselves before a human woman they abducted and married against her will.
P.S. Ok, it was not me who wrote it, it was a horny spirit possessing my body yesterday 👀
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"Fucking finally!" A huge dark-haired orc twice bigger than any man exclamed, inadvertently making you jump as you stared at him and his friend.
These two barbarians were the ones who captured you and brought you to the orcs' caves where other human women abducted recently were held - before they were forcefully married to those who kidnapped them, that is, just like you were a couple of hours before.
"Did you mark her with a tattoo?"
The orc behind you smirked, proudly gesturing to your naked crotch with a faintly glowing heart - a magic emblem of sorts, an orc's claim to demonstrate you were a monster whore, a wife of an orc. Or of the two of them, like in your case.
"You're scaring her," the other male said gently, his hand on his friend's shoulder as he eyed you up, humming with satisfaction when you tried to stop your tears, humiliated and afraid, completely naked in front of him. "Thank you for preparing her, brother. We'll take it from here."
The orc behind your back let out a sound close to a bark - he was probably laughing - before finally taking his hands off you and marching back to the main cave where the girls were held before they were given to their respective husbands. A couple of hours before you were presented to your personal orc bastards, you were scrubbed clean, marked with a crotch tattoo, and fed a few sickeningly sweet fruits for your first mating night, as orcs called it. Although, technically, tattoo was binding you to your orcs, the ceremony was considered official once they both filled you with their seed, your kidnappers informed you kindly. It was in your best interest, they said, since if your husbands wouldn't fill your baby room, other orcs could make their claim and take you for themselves. All you had to do was to spread your pretty legs and get a good fuck, they smirked, making your nauseous as you clenched your fists, your arms bound behind your back from the moment you were captured.
Well, you couldn't imagine sleeping with these two brutes with their cocks the size of your arm and staying alive.
"It's gonna be alright," the fair-haired orc smiled at you, gesturing to their bed - a pretty fancy bed for crude creatures like them - and stepping closer to you as if he meant no offense, and you wed him willingly. "We won't hurt you."
"Sure," you whispered as you watched the dark-haired orc licking his tusks as he stared directly at your naked chest. It was cruel of them to pretend to be kind, but they were orcs. Cruel was what they were. "You gonna tear me apart, and I will die."
"What? No, no!" The orc protested immediately as you took a step back, shivering, your arms aching from the rope. "We will prepare you properly before doing anything. It won't hurt, I swear!"
Yes, sure. As if they cared about your well-being, dragging you here like a sac, not listening to you wailing while you plead for your life until your throat started to hurt.
The other male narrowed his eyes at you, visibly irritated, before advancing at you and holding you by the arm. You flinched, your eyes on the ground not to provoke him further. You'd probably die if he decided to punch you. "You humans think anyone different from you is a monster, but, unlike you, we never marry a woman to abuse her. You'll be fine, stop trembling like a mouse."
The hot touch of his rough, work-weary hand only made you shake harder. They were two scary, scary creatures, and you could do nothing to protect yourself, naked and bound, alone in the caves full of orcs who treated you like a child's toy. Nothing good was gonna happen to you here. It was bad enough to be kidnapped, but kidnapped by monsters...
You didn't even feel it when tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. Again.
"Please don't hurt me," you mumbled, afraid to raise your eyes to your captors, your knees trembling.
The orcs looked at each other silently, and the blonde one shook his head, sending his friend a sad smile. The other one softened his grasp on your arm then, gently guiding you to the bed with his other hand caressing your back. "We won't, little girl. I promise, it won't hurt at all."
He waited until you landed on the bed with an anxious look on your face and gestured to the several little bottles on a nightstand you haven't seen before, the other orc opening one of them and pouring some sort of oil on his hand. "Look, all of this is to make you feel better. We'll oil you well before doing anything, and magic will help. It won't hurt even a second. It's your mating night, it's for your and our pleasure."
He nodded to his friend who eagerly spread the thick herbal substance between his huge palms, and the man landed on his knee, taking your feet and massaging the oil into the skin. For a second you shivered, expecting something weird to happen, but you felt nothing except warmth slowly spreading beneath orc's fingers. It was... alright. He wasn't beating you into submission, at least.
"See? We'll put it all over your body, and you'll feel fantastic," the fair-haired male sent you a reassuring smile, pouring the oil directly on your skin, massaging it into your feet and going up as you stared at him, dumbfounded. He was really giving you a massage, an orc who kidnapped you and forced you to marry him just a couple of hours before. "Bucky, help me, please."
You stared at them, unsure, when they both put themselves of their knees in front of you, each taking your foot in their hands and slowly rubbing in the oil. It was still scary to let those huge men, almost complete strangers, touch you, but at least they weren't actively trying to rape or punch you. Strange, you thought, nervously biting your already hurting lips as you watched them giving you a simple massage, their callous thumbs gently drawing circles on your skin. You'd never thought they would prostrate themselves before a human woman they abducted and married against her will. Why were they doing it? Why bother about what you felt? They clearly didn't care for your consent before, so why?
The more oil they used, the less cold you felt, you came to realize as orcs rubbed your unbound hands and shoulders with care, their breathing deep, calm as if they weren't aroused by your naked body. You could almost believe them if you didn't see their cocks bulging beneath the fabric of their pants. Instantly panicking, you raised your eyes to the ceiling to avoid looking there, and they softly rubbed your wrists where it hurt the most from the ropes.
No, they said they wouldn't abuse you. Surely, there was no reason to lie to you? They could have already taken what they wanted, there was no need to coax you into mating with them. It would still feel good for them even if they tore you apart. Instead, they kept spreading this strange magical essence, making sure you were all covered in it, their hands travelling to your shoulders and stomach as they kept rubbing your skin glistening from oil.
It almost felt nice, especially Bucky's arms on your belly. All of a sudden the dark-haired orc you were so scared of turned out to be really affectionate with you, his hands massaging your tummy tenderly but not going lower as he stood on his knees in between your thighs, his friend sitting on the bed behind your back, his fingers softly rubbing below your shoulder blades. It felt good. Serene. The orcs seemed almost disarming now. Was it the magic of the oil? It must have been. But weren't you supposed to feel hot by now? You thought the oil definitely contained some form of an aphrodisiac, considering they were going to bed you, anyway. But you just felt calm and nice, and it didn't make you want to jump on their cocks.
"I thought you'd put something arousing in there," you admitted as Bucky put his hands on your hips, and the other orc, Steve, chuckled. "So that I'd do it with you."
"We don't need any sex potions to arouse you. This oil is to make you relax. Doesn't it feel nice now?" he whispered into your ear gently, his hands cupping your breasts. "You'll be soft and warm, that's all you need to feel pleasure. Now please spread your thighs for Bucky, he has to put this oil inside you, and you won't feel pain at all when we bed you."
Letting your body relax and lean on Steve's chest for support, you slowly spread your legs for Bucky, and he generously poured magic oil onto his palm before covering your crotch with it, his thick fingers rubbing your lower lips and your clit as you exhaled loudly, turning your eyes to the ceiling. It was better now. Maybe you hadn't wed them willingly, but they treated you far better than you expected. Now you believed they weren't going to tear you apart, and you let out a sigh of relief, tears finally falling down your cheeks before Bucky gently wiped them away, his fingers caressing your face as you stared at his soft, warm expression.
Your breasts were already slick with oil, too, but Steve was still massaging them, pressing his thumbs in your nipples, rubbing them in between his thick fingers so that they became puffy and started to itch. Soon it felt really good when he pinched and tugged them a little, leaving nice little kisses behind your ear.
When Bucky slipped his fingers inside your already leaking pussy, you were kissing Steve then who stuck his longue, thick tongue down your throat. It took just a little fingering till you cummed nicely, Bucky's hand slick with your juices as you moaned, your lower belly pleasantly hot. You cummed two more times once your orcs started eating your holes out, their lovely tongues reaching every right place as you orgasmed with your legs spread wide, your knees trembling. Yes, it felt really nice now when Bucky's tongue pressed that spongy spot inside you, and you cummed on his face.
When you let out a moan again, Bucky left a loving kiss on your crotch tattoo gleaming softly in the dark. "That's a good girl. See, told you it would feel nice."
You caressed his thick, coarse dark hair absent-mindedly, "It's because you didn't put your horse cocks in me. They're too huge."
You heard Steve snickering as he hugged you from behind, his pulsing member rubbing your lower back. "Horse cocks, baby? That's a very nice thing to say."
Bucky smiled at that, his fingers on your aching clit, "Don't worry, the oil is working. Now we can breed your cunt, and you'll feel real good, kitten. I bet you'd ride me first thing tomorrow morning."
"Doubtful," you murmured before Steve turned your face to him and made you open your mouth, his tongue licking yours as his cockhead teased the tight ring of your muscles, slowly penetrating your ass.
Bucky was getting as much impatient, his monstrous cock sliding with ease in your pussy while you let out a sigh: it felt so good, just as they said it would. They were warm and strong and gentle, and even their cocks felt right once they started moving in one rhythm, stretching your holes. Your pussy had been tiny for Bucky's member thick as your arm, but now when his cockhead kissed your cervix, you just cummed a little, your pussy spasming and clenching around a nice, thick cock. Having Steve fuck your ass was even more bizarre idea, and yet it didn't hurt either. On the contrary, when his cock was rubbing against Bucky's, separated just by the back wall of your vagina, you orgasmed again with your eyes rolling inside your skull.
Fuck, that was it. You needed to mate. You wanted your holes full of orcs' seed to consummate your marriage and have them fucking you whenever you wanted. Wouldn't it be nice? It'd be so lovely if you could just stroke their cocks whenever you felt like fucking, and they'd sandwiched you between their bodies like now. You imagined walking up to Bucky and just getting your panties down, showing off your aching pussy to have him hammer his cock in you immediately. Or perhaps complaining to Steve that your empty cunt hurt, and you needed his thick, fat cum to feel better. Surely, it would be lovely to have them constantly use their cocks to please you.
You were cumming your brains out. You couldn't even count how many times you orgasmed already, the orcs changing angles and poses to have you on cloud 9. They were talking to you - Steve said something about the restriction to cum in your mouth unless you got knocked up, but Bucky assured him you were getting pregnant real soon - but you couldn't say much with your brain switched off. Now you could only think with your pussy. Sure, why not get pregnant with little orclings? Your orc husbands said they'd keep fucking you, anyway. They'd be so proud of you with your tattoo getting bigger, showing you were knocked up with orcs' seed, a sweet little slut with monster babies in your belly. Your orc husbands would fuck you as much as you wanted them if that happened, they promised to you as your pussy started spasming again, the tip of Bucky's cock kissing your cervix.
"I think it's time," Steve licked his lips, slowly taking his cock our of your ass while you moaned in protest. "Shhhh, baby. We have something special for you."
The other orc smirked, pulling out his member, too, his tip rubbing your drenched lower lips until Steve's cock joined him. You opened your eyes right away.
"It can't be," you said, your voice hoarse as you stared Steve in the face. "You're joking."
"No, baby, you're ready to take us both," he murmured, squeezing your perky nipples as his cockhead penetrated your cunt, Bucky's member entering your poor leaking hole at the same time, stretching it enourmously. "We have to end the mating ceremony like that, fucking you in one hole. Look how good you're taking us."
You stared with horror at your bulging belly, their cocks stretching you so much it looked like you were already pregnant. Shit, why did it feel so good to have them in your cunt together? These too monstrous, barbaric cocks pounding your sweet human pussy, soiling it with their dirty cum, forcing you to bear them babies... Could you ask them to do it more? To have their cocks in you every day? Bucky said something about you riding him tomorrow, right? You could do that. You could milk his horse cock till he emptied his balls in you. And you could suck Steve off real good, regardless of the taboo. You were definitely gonna get knocked up today, why waiting when you could give him a great blowjob with your tight throat?
Shit, two monster cocks abusing your cervix felt so fucking good.
Yeah, you were gonna make babies with them. You were gonna let your orcs have you where they wanted you if you got to command them to fuck you whenever you wanted to.
"A nice creampie for you, baby, for being so good to us," Bucky murmured into your lips, kissing you as your belly grew bigger with his and Steve's seed filling your baby room. "Look, your tattoo is already glowing. Congratulations on becoming an orc mama, you sweet slut."
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Imagine in Blue Lock x female player reader story, the reader is like Unohana Retsu. The reader is normally kind and sweet and may be sometimes scary when it is needed but in the matches, the reader is totally a bloodthirsty and terrifying monster that could even scare the most arrogant and egoistic guys easily.
hii (ᗒ◡ᗕ)♡ this idea is so cute! i looove unohana, so im very excited to do this. hope you likeee!
a bit short, sorry everyone. but i really enjoyed writing this! and im very sorry if this wasn’t written the way you wanted of if i made our character in a different way you imagined. ♡
also, don’t forget to suggest some things. i love all your requests (´ω｀)
“she’s scary!”
★ part 1 ★ part 2 ★ part 3
warnings 🤍 ⭣ ⭣
female reader, swearing, and y/n just being a little scary.
“y/n? oh, she’s really sweet.” Chigiri would say, hanging his towel up to be dried.
“oh, her? she’s the nicest!” Bachira giggles, a smile on his face as he bounces around excitedly.
“she’s nice, and very gentle!” Isagi would say, cheeks turning slightly pink at the thought of you.
“who-? oh, y/n? mmm… she’s really patient most of the time.” Nagi would say, feeling his eyes close slightly as he drifted back into dreamland.
“she’s a real cutie, but can be a bit scary sometimes.” Reo would chuckle lightheartedly, recalling a few moments where you told off your team.
“but on the field, it’s a whole other story!” They all said, faces paling as they remember the way you play.
you’re quick to run past anyone; almost knocking over even the most muscular and tallest men in blue lock. your feet are heavy against the grass, and each goal you score is recognised by the slamming of your foot against the ball. how are your feet not sore all the time?
you’re not afraid to shout insults at anyone who gets in your way. some players have seen you arguing with Barou in the training area because he kicked the ball you were eyeing.
even he had to admit, you were pretty scary when you wanted to be - and that’s a lot coming from the self proclaimed king of soccer.
some could even argue that you were more of a king than he was!
the way you can steal the ball from almost anyone - eyes darkening with pure ego.
even the players on your team shudder.
it’s almost as if you’ve got some sort of heavy feeling surrounding you.
people have felt it before - although, the only ones who could really talk about how it felt have already been sent home, never to play soccer again.
whenever you’re asked about it, that sweet smile you give is almost misleading.
“oh, i’m sorry if i give off a scary impression. i’m just a little competitive.” you’d say gently, before getting back to whatever you were doing before.
a little competitive?
“get the fuck out of my way you parasite.” your shadow loomed over the player in front of you, the sparkly eyes that usually greet them now completely shaded with ego as you ran at full speed towards them.
that player almost shit their pants at the sight of you.
“have you seen the way y/n can dribble?!” Bachira asks with an awestruck smile on his face, thinking about how talented you are. maybe even more talented than him.
you easily manoeuvre the ball through your feet, before hesitantly passing it to your teammate - could they really score from that distance?
of course, you have moments where you’re sweet to your team on the field. before switching back to absolutely crushing the opposing team as if they did something to offend you.
“move!” you shout towards the poor soul in front of you, who just managed to move out of your way before his face was absolutely crushed with the ball you kicked.
y/n scores again! 7 - 3, team _ wins!
your team was grateful to have you, but sometimes you scared them.
“i’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.” you’d apologise to a fellow teammate, smiling politely as you pat his back gently. “you did great.” you compliment, as if you didn’t score the most goals.
“she’s really scary when she plays.” all the boys conclude, heads held low.
“i don’t even think that ‘scary’ is enough to explain the pure terror i felt when playing against her!”
“she looked at me as if i was - an ant!”
“i’m convinced that girl is evil.”
“she’s not even lukewarm - she’s a whole house fire when she plays.”
“she’s scarier than that Ego dude!”
“she doesn’t have a monster, she is the monster.”
. . .
“what did you say about me?” you ask, voice dangerously low.
“oh shit.”
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idk if this is something you would answer but how do you unlearn shame of being horny 😵💫
hi anon,
this is a complex question. unlearning shame of any kind can take a long time to sort out, and will be driven more by internal work you do to challenge and shift your own thinking than by anything else.
a good place to start may be by doing some reflection as to what you find shameful about being horny in the first place and working back from there to recognize sexuality and desire as morally neutral things.
for instance, I get a fair number of people asking if it's okay to think about real people that they know when they're horny, or masturbate to fantasies about those people. they feel a lot of shame about this, as if they're causing harm to these people by imagining them in sexual scenarios. but making up funny little scenarios in your head to nut to is a harmless act that only you will ever know about. it's not like whipping out your dick (gender neutral) and masturbating at strangers on public transit; what you do to get off in your private time only impacts you.
a problem would only arise if you decided to start treating your real, actual acquaintance, not the imaginary sexy version of them, differently, for instance by making untoward comments about their body, treating them as if they are obligated to be interested in spending time together or having sex with you, or, god forbid, telling them in detail about your sexual fantasies. now you're doing sexual harassment, which is inappropriate because of the hurt and discomfort is causes the recipient. being horny isn't the problem here, it's how you're treating another person.
people also feel a lot of shame around many other types of fantasies, especially if they involve dynamics that are off-limits or illegal in real life. often, the worry seems to be that being aroused by these imagined scenarios is akin to expressing support for these things to happen in real life.
listen: sexual fantasies about rape are some of the most commonly reported among cis women, and that's not because tons and tons of cis women secretly think that rape is a cool thing that should happen more. the people playing Baldur's Gate 3 and fucking Halsin while he's wildshaped into a bear aren't all chomping at the bit to commit a sex crime against a real animal. noticing that "teenage" characters on TV played by actors in their 20s and 30s are hot does not make anyone a pedophile. fiction is a safe realm to explore and enjoy things that we would never in a million years want to see happen in real life. I love Batman, but I can assure you I would not be a happy camper if a real-life billionaire started running around doing vigilantism in a fursuit while endangering a gaggle of teenage sidekicks.
and if you want to explore some of the stuff you're into in real life, awesome! great! there are ways to go about negotiating a lot of different kinks safely and responsibly (although probably not the bear thing, sorry about that). the world is full of people who want the experience of being stalked, beat up, kidnapped, and sexually assaulted - all mediated through pre-negotiated arrangements with people that they have chosen to enact these fantasies with them. so what is there to be ashamed of in that situation? sure, the situation you're engaging in might sound scary without proper context, but so do a lot of things. a stranger cutting open my skin, very likely causing bleeding, and leaving me with a mark that I'll have for the rest of my life sounds scary, and it definitely would be if it wasn't a situation that I agreed to! but that's also what getting a tattoo is, and that's an experience that I love so much that I pay for the pleasure. nothing to feel bad about there as long as you're playing safely!
listen: there's nothing wrong with being horny. the human sex drive is a completely natural one born from biological need that makes getting off feel good. there's no more sense in feeling shame about being horny than there is in feeling shame about being hungry or needing rest, although people do of course manage to feel bad about those as well. regardless of what causes it, when you feel the shame well up you have to push back on it and ask yourself who actually directly benefits from you feeling badly about yourself in that moment, and who is actually tangibly hurt by the actions you're shaming. and if the answer is "no one," move it along!
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can i request luke trying to get dionysus reader who’s close with their dad to join him and kronos? :3
thanks for your request! This one was kinda short coz i just focused on the scene where he tried to convince her, so i hoped i added enough like stuff about reader being close with her dad for your liking!
Betrayal
word count: 1100
pairing: luke castellan x dionysus!reader
warnings: angst! not a cute happy ending
MASTERLIST
You were woken up from your peaceful night's sleep by Annabeth Chase, standing by your bunk and shaking you quickly awake.
“You need to come with me.” She said sharply, her voice urgent.
“Wha- Annabeth? What are you doing here? What’s going on?” You asked, immediately concerned.
“There’s no time to explain right now, you just have to come with me.”
Of course, you trusted her implicitly. She was the little sister of your boyfriend, after all. And so, you immediately threw your cargo pants and camp t-shirt on, and followed her out of the Dionysus cabin.
It was only as she began to lead you into the forest at the edge of camp that you began to wonder what she had called you out for. Annabeth was smart, and no-nonsense, so you couldn’t imagine that it was some kind of dumb prank. And she seemed pretty on edge, her breathing and walking pace both faster than usual.
It could be something to do with Luke. He could be in trouble.
No, it couldn’t be. He could handle himself perfectly fine on his own, he was the best swordsman in 500 years. No, it must be something else.
You decided to probe her a bit further, “Annabeth?” You called softly.
“Yes?” She answered quickly, not halting her progress into the woods.
“If somethings wrong I can always wake up D, y’know? I know he can be kinda belligerent, but you won’t get in any trouble, I promise.” You bargained, hoping that if she was worried about getting told off, you wouldn’t get her back up.
And it was true, as much as your father was seen as kind of a scary asshole to the average camper, you knew him better than anyone, and the truth that he was honestly a good person. Probably the best of the Olympian parents.
After all, he had taken care of you your whole life, ever since you were dropped off here by your mother at the ripe age of 5. He was a lot more caring than most would normally expect.
“No.” She snapped, her voice anxious, “We can’t get him involved, not right now. Just come with me, ok? And stay quiet.”
You didn’t press her any further after that, staying silent for the remaining duration of your walk.
Soon, you began to hear voices coming from deeper in the forest, and then, the talking ceased, and all you could hear was the louder clashing of swords.
Annabeth grabbed hold of your hand to lead you closer, before donning her invisibility cap. You followed where she led you, a sinking feeling in your stomach growing more and more painful with each step you took.
And it all came to a head when Annabeth brought you to the edge of a clearing, where Luke and Percy were engaged in a not-so-friendly looking ‘spar’.
“What’s going on?” You whispered, although you weren’t sure who to.
“Luke, he’s…” She trailed off slightly.
“He’s what.” You asked, your voice suddenly cold.
“He stole the master bolt. He’s working with Kronos to overthrow the gods” She said, and her words were like an icy bucket of water being poured over your head.
“You’re joking.” You said, a strained laugh coming from your throat.
Annabeth didn’t reply. She was serious.
And suddenly his strange behaviours over the past few months made perfect sense. He’d been so secretive, so calculated. Like he had to carefully think out every word he said to you.
You whipped your head back to the two teenagers, and you were unable to stop yourself from dashing forward as you watched your boyfriend aim a particularly harsh blow at the 12 year old child.
“Luke! What the fucks going on?!” You yelled, your face contorted in a mixture of confusion, anger, and hope. Hope that you and Annabeth had misinterpreted everything.
But as Luke turned around to face you, his face torn with guilt, you knew she hadn’t. The daughter of Athena was right yet again.
“What are you doing here?” He breathed out, partly from the physical exertion of the fight, but you could tell he was also affected by seeing you here.
“You know why I’m here. Tell me it’s not true. Please, Luke.”
He hesitated for a moment, before beginning to try and plead with you, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, just let me explain-”
“Explain?! There’s no explanation for this! You’ve betrayed us Luke, you’ve betrayed me.”
He paused again, seemingly stunned by your reaction, your willingness to condemn him.
“I would never betray you. I love you, you know that. The gods are the ones who betray us. I’m fixing things, returning things back to the way they should be. Don’t you want to be a part of that?”
You gaped at him in complete and utter shock, “D is the only one who has never betrayed me. And I know he’s one of the few godly parents who gives a shit, and I know the rest of them treat us like shit, but that doesn’t mean whatever you're doing is right!”
His face fell, and it was like he realised appealing to your logic hadn’t worked, so he tried your emotions.
“You said you’d follow me to the ends of the earth? What happened to that, huh? I thought you loved me?” Luke’s voice was strained, taut with emotion like he was trying not to cry.
“I didn’t think that would have to include following you into tartarus to resurrect a titan lord. And I do love you, but that doesn’t mean I agree with what you’re doing!”
“C’mon, we can talk about this. Just come with me, I can explain everything, you’ll understand if you just come with me and let me explain.” He pleaded, taking a few steps towards you.
You stepped back away from him, “No. I’m not going with you.” You said, trying to make your voice sound firm, but you were well aware of the way it wobbled slightly as you spoke.
He turned back to Percy, who was still lying on the ground watching the exchange, “Last chance, Jackson. Last chance.”
The 12-year old shook his head, his face harsh and cold against the boy he had once called a friend.
And then Luke was looking at you again, as if trying to memorise your face, before rushing towards a portal Backbiter had created for him.
Then he was gone. One of the few people you never thought would betray you was gone, never to return.
#fanfic#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#writing#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#luke castellan#x reader#ask#angst#sad ending
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Babe! A new Helluva Boss episode just dropped! And Ozzie and Fizz are just so goddamn cute! 😍😭 and Ozzie is such a sweetheart! (I hope he’s genuinely such a softie and not playing an act, we need more softie demons).
Can we please talk about Yandere! Ozzie again? Pretty please with a shit ton of sprinkles on top? 🥺
Bestie thank youuuu I watched that shit immediately and I have so many thoughts
This episode actually shows a big reason why I haven't really published a lot for like, Ozzie or Valentino in terms of actual fics because, my take on Ozzie's personality based purely off his debut appearance would've been a lot more different and now we see that, bro he's, suave yeah, but also, a huge green flag lovable cinnamon roll dork??? Valentino, we only have seen so much of. To be honest the way he's been presented seems to sway from "scary as fuck during gangster business stuff" to "he's kind of a ratchet ho, actually" and I'm not, entirely super confident writing stuff for him because like, I'm more of, assuming? I can't, analyze his character like I can for other characters with more material out for them.
For real though, my current stance on this matter is: Asmodeus, you could go to him and ask for his knowledge and advice on like genuine issues or things you're curious or concerned about like, legit you could sit down and have STD talks with this man ("h-hey Ozzie is it normal to have xyz on my you know what" "oh honey yes that's just like a blood blister from friction you're fine" "oh my god ok good because I was worried it was cancer" "HONEY NO 😩") meanwhile fucking Valentino over here would be like "bitch why you got cellulite" and like make backhanded comments like, oh maybe he could reward you with a boob job instead of your next paycheck (as in like, cosmetic surgery 💀 you know I've thought about that? Yan Valentino who's crazy for ya but, not crazy enough to not make certain, tweaks to your actual body. Maybe he dyes your hair or has it styled a specific way and basically refuses to let you do whatever you want with it. Gets your boobs or ass done. Makes you get fillers/botox for any wrinkles/static lines. Controlling your wardrobe is a must. You're like his little.... pursedog)
(That being said though. I'd still let him hit 😩 reader who gets drunk and fucks around and finds out--)
Anyways though, over here in our corner we believe in unapologetic self indulgence and I still believe a Reader who has magical abilities or powers and whatnot and can travel the rings through whatever convoluted means is a fun time. So. We're gonna do that! I mean. Asmodeus honestly seems chill enough that even if you like, somehow crashed into his club, as long as you were polite and respectful, he'd be chill with letting your hang around, maybe even getting a kick out of teasing you (but never pushing anything too far unless you show interest, and if you show any discomfort or trauma he backs off to re-strategize). I imagine his club would actually be pretty fun? Drinks, live music, although, kind of makes me wonder, how openly horny is this place? Probably not like "coochie in your face" like working for Valentino, so, Reader could even be all "honestly this is such a much more safe welcoming environment to engage in like sexuality" and Ozzie hears this and its like, dude. You might as well have just struck him through the heart with cupids own arrow, but, also, he's curious, what other places have you been?
I'm kind of convinced that if a little imp cunt like Crimson thinks he has the balls to stand up against Ozzie, hostage or not, I kinda feel like. Valentino would probably openly treat Asmodeus like shit. He'd probably be a catty fucking bitch to him. He probably looks at Ozzie as like, a diet coke version of himself, a version who has so much power but doesn't go far enough, and probably scoffs at Asmodeus' romantic attachment (even though Val has some weird on-off thing with Vox himself). Valentino doesn't give two fucks about consent and would probably openly mock Ozzie'e values
Or. They could be big business partners because, maybe there's some sort of inter-Ring porn trafficking pipeline or something, smuggling the good shit up from Lust and trading it with stuff from Sinners, who have more visual variety besides other perks etc
But just picture, Asmodeus and Fizz are, minding their own biz, at the club, chilling, listening to music, eating food vaguely shaped like clocks, and Ozzie's cell rings, and they're both like "aw I bet Reader's calling to say they're having fun at that party or whatever" but they answer it and you're like, hiding in the bathroom or a closet or something, crying, whispering under your breath "d-do you still have a place for me to stay like you said before 🥺 Valentino is really, REALLY drunk tonight and he's really scaring me, he grabbed me and--"
They're both at your exact location in like less than 5 minutes and maybe have to play it off, Ozzie distracting Val while Fizz steals you away, or, juicier, like. Imagine Val snatching your phone from your hand, going through your messages, "who the fuck have you been talking to?" And he pulls like the classic abusive boyfriend move and when he sees you're in frequent contact with someone named "Ozzie" he calls him from your phone and as soon as a male voice picks up, they're both going at it "bitch who the fuck are you?" "Bitch who the fuck are YOU?" "Why you got my baby's number?" "Why do YOU have MY baby's PHONE???" "I'm about to HAVE my foot up your ass, you--" like, you know what I mean? Asmodeus is rolling up and these two are all but butting heads with each other as you have to awkwardly explain how you know both of them and of course, suddenly there's a not quite comfortable conversation about which one of them you... "belong to", neither of them wanting to leave you with the other (although I imagine in a physical fight Asmodeus would win but Valentino would have homefield advantage involving his security dudes)
Either way like.... oh my god watching them lounge in that nice big bed together. Fizz being on Ozzie's chest, like. Give me that 😩😩😩 "oh Reader, baby, so glad you took up our offer for a place to crash, but, since it was so short notice it'll have to be with us tonight" type shit and like you're fine with that but then bedtime comes and. There's Literally Only One Bed. And you're like ok you know what I'm not really in a position to be ungrateful, Valentino could have actually fucking hurt me or trafficked me or whatever, but, you're still small enough that Asmodeus could hypotheticallyyyy just, reach an arm over and scoop up you into his chest for a cuddle, or just have you in the crook of his arm like a cat or a teddy bear. Ozzie definitely sees an immediate perk on Fizz not being so much of a troll as to give you the airhorn treatment your first morning there, so, obviously, they have, multiple motivations to, keep urging you to stay 👀 after all, Val is going to be looking for you in the Pride Ring, and you don't have any other friends, so, you're kind of stuck with their whims aren't you? Unless you try to run off on your own, and I mean. Really. They can just hire someone to bring you back lmao. Or get you themselves. Could you imagine feeling way you uncomfortable around them and slipping away and suddenly you find a little white demon dog on wheels happily rolling up to you out of nowhere and it's. Fucking tracking you for Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, like. Damn, can't even trust the dogs in Hell. Demon dogs in Ohio be like
Anyways idk I just like the idea of like. Combining several ideas, you do the whole "accidentally did the whole Death Fall From The Sky and crash into Vals sunroof, he keeps you in servitude because you have to repay him, eventually you Fall into Lust and you start basically doing double jobs at both clubs and prefer Ozzie and he eventually has to rescue you". Also like Valentino "canonically" humiliates his partners on social media so I can imagine he's just publicly belittling and negging you all the time. One second you're happy at Ozzie's listening to music and eating unholy amounts of onion rings with your quirky well intentioned clown friend, the next week Asmodeus sees a Sinstagram post where Valentino is just like "cutie was whining she couldn't get any tips so I helped her out 😜🤭🍈🍈" and its just. A photo of you in your work uniform where he clearly just reached forward and tore open the front of your blouse and he is just. Full on deadass without any hint of irony making you basically work in your bra and he's just without any remorse posting photos of your running mascara and you're clearly crying but what can you do?
Val posting a photo of him literally shoving a tip INTO your bra, his FINGERS in there, and other like little clips and snippets of him demeaning you while you're like actually fucking blubbering "and make sure to get me extra ice!" "*sobbing noises*" "I didn't hear a REPLY! Do I need to take some of those nice tips I'm helping you make?" "N n noOo I'm sorry" "sorry WHAT?" "M sorry mister Valentino, I'm sorry, I'll get your drink right away mister Valentino" and Val is just slapping your ass HARD as you turn to leave like and just laughing like this is the most fun he's ever had
like I feel like Asmodeus realistically would only be able to do so much IN Pride itself (because would You show up in your boss' turf doing your own shit? Big risk) BUT, I mean. You go down to Lust and you're basically fair game. You show up to your next shift after The Boob Incident and Ozzie's like "giiiiiiiirl imma keep it real with you, I know you wanna try and be independent but I got some concerns--" and he's barely even halfway through it before you're just, TEAR EXPLOSION, "i hate working for him, I HATE IT, I wanna work HERE full time, but I don't have a place to staAaaAaay" and just. Some UGLY crying because you're at wits end
Zero hesitation here's Asmodeus "Sweetie what kind of apartment do you want??? You want a penthouse? I can get you a penthouse?? You want some shopping money?? Tell Big O whatever you need." and the next thing you know Valentino is scrolling through Sinastagram and has to do a double take as your account starts posting all kinds of photos of you looking cute and having fun and, poolside in a bathing suit and you're becoming more comfortable with your body and your sexuality and, he's thirsty absolutely, goes to try and tease you or make fun of you and you're just like "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" and just ignore him as Val is forced to watch you pal around with Asmodeus (either as just friends or total fuck buddies like, deadass catch me out here "hey so, there's this position I've always wanted to try--")
#yandere x reader#yandere hazbin hotel#yandere stuff#sinprompts#yandere helluva boss#idk do i even. tag this series. idk.#you can tell this shits been in my drafts
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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part fifteen - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader
Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.
TW: blood ; near death experiences ; gore ; angst
The wake up period is sore - like a pleasant hangover even though she hasn’t had a drink in a while.
Because, now, there’s something else to be addicted to.
It’s gross, but she doesn’t brush her teeth. Just a little longer to keep the residual taste of him in her mouth so she knows that he’s real.
Michael is sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in business casual, reading something on his phone.
When she plops down across from him, lazy, pleasant smile carved into her face, he eyes her suspiciously.
“You seem relaxed,” Michael says, “that’s scary.”
“I-uh-had a good night.” Her throat is wickedly sore.
Michael taps his finger on his chin. “You’re not telling me what happened so I’m just gonna assume he fucked you on Wall Street.”
“He was actually kind of mad,” she says.
Michael rolls his eyes. “See, that’s stupid. He shouldn’t lead you on if he’s gonna get mad about little stuff like that.”
“Lead me on?” Her face scrunches up like she’s trying to get that thought out of her head.
“Sorry, wrong word.” Michael sighs. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” His look of contemplation turns to a grin, which eases her some.
Now she’s thinking Michael sees something she doesn’t concerning this relationship - thing - despite him not knowing much about it to begin with. She wants to prod, but he’s already changing the subject.
“So, is he any good?” In a childish gesture that makes her laugh, he inserts his pointer finger into a hole created by his other hand.
“How do you know we had sex?”
Michael narrows his eyes. “Oh, have you not looked in the mirror?” His angelic features are positively devilish right now as he takes a sip of steaming coffee and points to her hair. “But, I have to commend him. Although this place does reek of man, at least he smells nice, unlike some of them.”
“He does smell nice,” she agrees, longing to bury her face in woodsy, smoked cologne and crisp soap.
“I’ll have to ask him what he wears if I ever meet him.” Michael bats his pretty eyelashes at her, and she gets the hint.
“I want you to meet him,” she nods, hopeful for it.
This is dangerous. Treacherous. Exciting. Insane. Her throat at the guillotine and her heart held at knife point. She doesn’t want Michael involved in the chaos of the situation, but she wants him to meet John so that someone else can affirm that he’s not her imaginary friend.
“I have to go to work and school, and then I’m going to the bar with the girls later, if you want to come.. With or without delicious-smelling gentleman caller.” Michael slurps the last of his coffee.
“Maybe.” She smiles softly, grateful for the invite and not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I have to go get groceries and I’ll see where my social battery is at after that.”
Michael nods, and she’s reminded of his understanding nature that makes her admire him so much. “If I give you some cash and a few things to pick up, could you?” Michael looks embarrassed, rubs his temples. “I keep meaning to go to the Whole Foods store, but I’m slacking. I’m so tired of fast food for dinner.”
She agrees. “I hear you on that. Of course I will.” It’s the least she can do for him, after all. He’s been putting up with her bullshit with upmost grace.
“Are you taking the subway?” Michael asks.
She nods.
He cringes like the subway is the worst thing he can imagine. “Why don’t we just wait until the weekend? I can drive us. Less dirt.”
She waves him off. “It’s fine, Michael.”
“Okay, okay,” he surrenders, putting both hands in the air. He promises to shoot her a text at some point with requested items, and then packs up to leave.
She needs to start putting together her own grocery list, so she grabs a pen and paper from her nightstand and begins rooting around the kitchen for missing items. She tries to keep it narrow so she doesn’t have to lug too many bags around from train to train.
A thudding on the front door makes her jump. She sets her writing items down and goes to answer.
The miasmic, powdery air that seeps into her apartment raises every goosebump on her skin and sets off alarms that she didn’t know existed in her brain.
John crumples on the doorframe, looking up at her through half-alive eyes, opens his mouth. “I told you you’d see me again.”
His papery voice barely makes it past his lips.
“Jesus Christ.” That’s all she can get out as she pushes herself under his armpit, ignores the sticky blood staining her sleep shirt, and lugs him inside.
Grunting in effort, she shoulders him onto the couch, body crumpling down into his, pulled by a limp, hefty arm.
“John, what the fuck.” She sits up, rubs at his cheeks and becomes that much more worried when she realizes that his skin is frigid.
He hums, unflappable smile taking up the last bit of energy he has, brushes her hair behind her ear with a clumsy, shivering hand. “Told you I’d come back,” he repeats, surprising her by still being able to form coherent sentences.
“I’m calling 911,” she tells him.
“No.” He shakes his head, motions to his chest. “Just lost some blood.”
“Some?” She hisses, eyes taking in his ruby soaked shirt and suit jacket.
He pats her cheek, can’t find the energy to respond.
She rips his jacket off of him, pressing and pulling his bulky frame, then decides fuck it and grabs scissors and tries to cut his dress shirt open. The damn scissors can’t even clip the start of his lapels, and she remembers Winston saying something about Kevlar, so she just rudely tears the rest of his clothes off until he’s completely bare from the waist up. Panting, throwing the sodden linen onto the floor, not even thinking about the stains that will inevitably transfer.
Tattoos that she didn’t notice before on his bare back, scars glistening waxen with sweat that collects inside the bruised muscle and tendon of his body.
Around his left upper bicep, she can see where the blood originates.
A piece of saturated, red cloth and a silvery blue tie wrapped to keep it in place.
“I need to fix this,” she tells him.
He swallows an answer, eyes closed, breath fast and short.
She slips on linoleum on her way to grab the first aid kit. Her knee hits the tile with a crack, and she ignores the pain. Limps back to him, rips his self made dressing off.
The hole just shy of one of the bulging veins in his arms oozes blood.
She tears a package of gauze open with her teeth, stuffs it in the wound.
John’s eyes roll open as he muffles a husky scream from the feeling of something foreign and scratchy being shoved into the fresh new opening.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” she tells him, fingers sticking more gauze inside, other hand holding it in place with enough pressure to indent his skin. “Did you get shot? You gotta get the bullet out. Fuck.” Her hand slips on plasma, tugging down on his moldable, raw flesh. She recovers but not before he lets out a dying huff of agony.
“Took it out,” he tells her through teeth, trying to stay still while she wraps rolls of white web around his arm.
“You need blood,” she says, eyes boring into his, pleading.
“Fine,” he says, hand trying to fumble with his pants pocket. She pushes him away and grabs his phone.
“Who?”
“Doc.”
She dials the number, presses it to her ear, doesn’t give the person answering time to breathe let alone speak. “Please,” she starts out with, “John Wick is bleeding out in my living room.”
His vision gets dark around the edges, and it’s okay, because this is a good way to die: Bloodletting with her hands on his chest, with her body pressed into his side. He’s not going anywhere without her right next to him. His mind sucks him into a vacuum where it doesn’t have to be this way. A space where she and he are happy. White picket fence. Dogs. Kids. Soft kisses and tickle fights instead of life or death combat. His rapid heart calms and slows. Her hand in his, the only thing he needs. Why he came here. The one person he wants to see before the real grim reaper begrudgingly steals their title back. Death rolls its eyes, clicks its tongue, bored with the Baba Yaga, about time.
Life fades, but he can hear her voice long after his chest stops moving, and he doesn’t deserve such kindness after the things he’s done, but he’ll gladly and selfishly take it.
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John immediately tries to sit when he wakes, or at least that’s what he imagines himself doing. It’s strange, being flat on your back when you just felt your feet hit the floor a second ago.
He’s hallucinating, then. Shivering, twitching. His eyes attempt to close, but behind them a silver train with white fire headlights rushes toward him at full speed, and they shoot back open right before it can eviscerate his body.
“He’s awake!” Calls a familiar voice that soothes despite the heightened pitch and anxious urgency.
He needs a little more to settle the rapid pound of his heart, so he reaches blindly for a handful of flesh.
She clasps his seeking fingers, puts her other hand on his forearm. Her skin feels like she’s threaded together by silk worms themselves.
His mouth puffs an indulgent sound.
“What’s his temperature?” As the world fizzes into focus like it’s a freezing Coke being freshly poured into a glass, he makes out silhouettes of the Doc and her.
“96.6,” she says worriedly, pressing the tool to his forehead a second time just to make sure.
It’s strange, that her skin is warmer than his, and this temperature explains it.
“Right,” doc says, rolling a bright red bag of o negative under the heel of his hand to warm it up. “Give him the Benadryl.”
John feels a sharp pinch in his right bicep, watches her take the needle away, cap it, and then reaches for her hand again like a clingy, angry toddler.
She concedes, checks the tubing buried in his antecubital to make sure it’s still dripping while she rubs his wrist in a soothing way and shushes him.
He wants to smile and say something cheeky, but his body refuses to move save for the annoying, jumpy ants crawling under the skin of his hands, feet, and back.
He is bedded down under layers of thick blankets, wrapped tight. Her hip presses into his side.
He holds her fast, now refusing to let go.
“John.”
He imagines himself, a mere servant boy, falling at the feet of a generous and kind princess.
“Hmm?” He asks.
“It’s going to be okay. We’re giving you blood, and he” - she glances over at Doc, weary of what to call him as to not ruffle feathers - “the doctor stitched you up.”
He tries to say something, swears that he at least gets an okay out, but his pale lips stay closed.
“Two bags should be enough,” the doctor tells her, flicking the IV tubing. “I’d say one, but I have a few extras on hand today.”
She can’t tell if he’s joking or not, so she tries a smile and it must look weird on her distraught face. “Thank you.”
“He owes me money in the form of thanks,” Doc huffs, pushing sweaty black hair off his crinkled forehead. “You hear, John?”
John tries to nod, gets a little tilt of his chin out of the grueling effort.
“Getting clumsy and sloppy,” Doc mumbles, shaking his head as he turns his back to spike the other bag of blood.
“Let me do that,” she tells him.
The older man backs away and motions to his prep table, glad for the break. She tries to go over, but John keeps her there.
Let him do it, I’m paying him, is what he wants to quip. He just ends up grunting.
“John,” she tries to warn, but he’s not scared of her wrath in the slightest bit. He pulls her hand as close as his listless limb will allow, rests their fingers on top of the blanket mound over his chest.
The Doc chuckles, gets back to work. “Is he paying you?”
She’s too busy examining the bruised cuts on John’s face and the raw, purple skin on his knuckles to pick up on the joke. Her mouth pops open, astonished.
“No.”
John reminds himself to tell her how fucking precious she is when his jaw will unstick itself.
“Kidding,” the Doctor says, hanging the next bag of blood onto the portable metal pole.
“Oh, sorry.” She warms with the awkward tension. “Also, I’m sorry for the other day.” She nudges over her shoulder as if to snuff the past. “That was really stupid of me.”
The doctor rubs his beard. “I thought it was funny,” he shrugs.
John can barely move, but the glare he shoots is unmistakeable.
“And it’s fine,” Doc amends. “Rotten kids needed to get whipped. Heaven knows his father never took a belt to his behind.”
He walks back to his folding table and starts sticking the items left out from earlier into his bag. For an older man, his hands were deft and skilled as he sowed John, sterilized his equipment, and tucked it back into his tool case in one breath.
Once again, another person for her to envy.
Maybe she’s barking up the wrong tree by asking John to teach her to fight. Wouldn’t it be smarter to utilize her already established skills and have the doctor take her under his wing instead? Wouldn’t that be presumptuous and entitled, though?
She watches his back and thinks hard, brows furrowing in thought.
A surprising, temperature neutral finger touches the side of her face.
John is trying to smile up at her. “Hey, honey.”
Thoughts of combat medicine left behind, she squeezes his shoulders in a timid hug and brushes the sticky hair off his forehead. “I thought you were dead.”
“I think I was,” John grimaces.
“No, you were breathing,” she tells him, squeezing his hand, contradicting her anxiety. “I swear.”
“I believe you.” His strength is seeping back inside his bloodstream through sterilized tubes, and, by the second, he can feel the haze of purgatory lift from him.
He opens and closes the fist not gripping her, testing his will.
“How you feeling?” She asks.
“Starting to get hot,” he admits, shifting his thawing toes under crushing blankets.
She takes three off, which still leaves him weighted down. He wants to laugh, imagining her tucking him in thoroughly with pounds of linen that could never compare to the shelter that she gives.
He kisses her fingertips, winces as they graze the superficial cut on his top lip.
“Let me fix that,” she asks, trying to pull away.
“Why‘re you always trying to get away from me,” he mumbles, letting her go.
She wants to ask him the same question, but grabs a wet wash cloth and a basin filled with warm water and starts cleaning his face off.
The doctor is sitting in one of her kitchen chairs that she dragged into her room for him, watching, checking his wrist for the time.
The caked blood fights against warm water. She avoids pressure and instead uses persistence to rub the grime off his face and neck. The water turns tepid and pink while the battle goes on.
The doctor comes over, unclamps John’s vein from one bag, and sticks the other into the port.
John’s teeth chatter while the cool blood pumps through his system.
She rubs his jaw to calm the motion, while her damper hand grabs one of the discarded blankets and puts it back on him.
He’s just now noticing that he’s lying in her bed, calves hanging off the end of the mattress. “How much blood is there?” He asks, afraid to know the answer.
“Inside your body, about 3 liters. Maybe a little less right now.” She eyes the last blood bag. “Outside, probably.. let’s say. A shit ton.” She grins at him.
“I’ll help you clean it,” he offers, apologetic, wide brown eyes enough to get him out of dry cleaning duty.
“Worry about being able to sit up first, tiger,” she says, running the rag over his forehead.
“We should talk, too,” he replies.
“Once again, your functionality is my main priority.”
It feels far too good - being her priority. He lets the idea carry him through otherwise frustrating silence.
“I have some Pink Peroxide,” Doc interrupts. “Will cost extra.”
John nods, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Pink peroxide?” She asks, also looking over her shoulder at him.
“Miracle for stains,” he explains. “Blood stains especially.”
She dabs John’s cheek. “Oh.”
After the bag finishes, Doc takes it down and shoves it into his briefcase. He slips off his vinyl gloves, tucks them into a striped pocket, and hands her a translucent bottle full of blue pills. “Make him take these.”
Another temp check and he’s at 98.8, sweat dampening the layers of blanket. He squirms impatiently, attempts to push some covers off himself.
They don’t notice until he’s got half in a pile around his stomach.
Doc laughs as she scolds John.
“Stop it,” she says, rearranging bedding so that there’s only two blankets covering him. She tucks edges in. “You’re gonna get cold again.”
“Keep me warm,” he tells her, running his thumb over her cheek bone, trying to manually stimulate her lips into a smile.
She can’t help the crescent tilt of her mouth. “I think you gave him too much morphine.”
“Yeah,” Doc agrees, “he owes me extra for that, too.”
It might be the morphine, or it might be the fact that he was closer than he’d like to be to a dark, conscious-less void where he didn’t have her and it made him crave her that much more.
“I’m gonna go get you some water,” she tells John, patting his bicep. “Some toast and butter, too.”
She looks at him, expectantly.
After a minute, he seems confused. “Okay, that’s alright.”
“Uh, you have to let me go,” she says, biting her lip.
“Oh fuck,” he says casually, releasing her hand.
She goes to prepare him some things. The toast and butter, a few fresh strawberries leftover from Michael’s pie baking excursion, a tall glass of ice water. Some orange koolaid for immune boost and blood sugar raising. She grabs the jar of peanut butter and a knife, too, balances it on the plate with the food.
“What time is it, Doc?” John asks, yawning.
“Six PM,” the Doctor replies, glancing at his watch.
John’s eyes widen. “I have work at ten.”
Doc examines the second blood bag. “It will be done by then.”
“I thought they missed my artery.”
She walks in, sets his plate and drinks down. “Here,” she says, prompting a glass straw to his lips. He sucks down water and gets Deja Vu from the first time he met her, remembers how sweet she was to think of his base human needs, forgets about work. Or whatever the conversation was about.
“You thought right, but you bled an unusual amount.” This from Doc.
John asks, “Why?”
“Your blood is thin.” Doc shrugs, matter-of-a-fact. “I would need more tests to figure out why .”
She sits down on the mattress next to him. “You were on an oral anticoagulant - blood thinner - in the infirmary because of strict bed rest. Is that why?” She looks at Doc.
He smiles at her. “Ah, that could be it.”
John grins. Her pride is his. Smart, resourceful little companion. He wants to ruffle her hair.
But then, her head tucks down because she doesn’t know if she’s supposed to be telling everyone that John’s an escaped convict. And then , she starts to feel like even when she’s doing something useful, she’s just fucking everything up more, as demonstrated by the past two days.
John watches curiously as her face contorts, wonders what’s going on in her head and wishes she would tell him so he doesn’t have to guess. Because his guess is something bad.
That should be worrying. The last time he cared enough to be in tune with someone’s feelings, he was trying to gauge how easy it would be to avoid them after putting a bullet in their boss’s head. In fact, the only time he’s trying to read someone, it’s been for business rather than personal reasons.
He scares the thought into a locked cabinet of his brain, reminds his feelings that rational John needs to buy this woman a passport and get her into a witness protection program where he can’t find her - easily find her. Because, eventually, he will, but it might take some time - and time can birth so many unexpected things.
Blood finishes dripping as John sits up to scarf his toast. It’s whole wheat, soggy with butter, delicious. There’s no time for peanut butter.
She places a steady hand on his back for support, rubs gentle fingers into the knobs of his spine.
The blankets fall around his waist, alerting him to his completely bare body.
“Have you eaten today?” He asks her, munching on a strawberry.
“Did I get shot?” She fires back.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I will, I will,” she grumbles, “just let me make sure the injured party is good, first. This is simple video game survival stuff, John.”
“What kind of video games do you play?”
She rolls her eyes and hands him the frosty glass of koolaid. “Sharp-shooter. Just kidding, I don’t. But I haven’t lived in a box.”
The ability to make him chuckle with that dry, sarcastic wit comes with the downfall of jostling his stitches and shooting pain through his arm, into his neck, down his spine. He chokes on a giggle.
“Sorry, sorry,” she says, wanting to punch herself for humor at a time like this. She stabilizes him.
The Doc takes the empty blood bag and puts a pressured dressing on the open area left by the IV.
He points to the pill bottle on the floor. “Three times a day.”
She nods, diligent, so serious. John hides his amused grin around a gulp of water.
“Where are my pants?” John inquires. His eyes catch the shine of his belt just as he finishes the question. He starts to lean, but she stops him.
“That’s the million dollar question,” she jokes, then curses herself for trying to be funny again. “Hold on, I got it.”
She reaches over and drags his heavy trousers off the floor, hands them over.
He pulls three gold coins out of his pocket and hands them to the doctor.
“Saving them for the ferryman?” Doc asks, shoving them into his white coat pocket.
She bristles, the reference not lost on her.
John chews a strawberry, aloof eyebrow raised in response.
“Right,” Doc says, “I’m leaving. Be more careful. I think you’re distracted.” He eyes her for a moment, gaze almost judging - if she’s interpreting the stare right - and then takes his leave.
John rubs her cheek with his knuckles. “Don’t let him get in your head.”
She wretches her eyes from the spot where the doctor once was and looks up at John. “ Are youdistracted?”
He sighs. “Lately? Yeah.”
“Why?” She asks, folding her arms over her chest, looking up at him, pouting, seeming so strange and out of element while covered in his dried blood, and he decides that he’s the biggest asshole on planet earth for going about this in the wrong way despite having numerous chances to make it right.
“You.” Really? That’s what he can come up with? Years of etiquette training and he’s just a kid on the playground asking his crush to check the yes or no box. “I more than like you. I’m serious about it.” Melting into a puddle of biohazard would be better than sitting here burning with shame from the sheer stupidity of his words.
Despite his self-hatred, her eyes seem to glitter like she’s being dazzled and courted with lover’s poetry. “You do?” She whispers.
“I do.” He cups her face. “Which is why you need to get the hell away from me and never look back.”
“No,” she says.
“I thought so.” John licks his teeth.
“Are you disappointed?” She asks, still doubting his feelings despite this being the second time he’s admitted them.
“No.”
“So, what now?”
“I scare you away.”
“Try.” She raises her chin, defiant Pomeranian back in action.
Every time she opens her mouth, it’s a new emotion wrought upon his aching soul. He loves it - not even secretly.
He smiles to demonstrate his fondness for the attitude. “I don’t know how to do this.”
She starts to ask him what he means, but it would be useless because she already shares the sentiment. “God, me too.”
“Ask me something,” he starts.
“Why did you come here to die?”
“I didn’t.” He rethinks. “I did. I wasn’t thinking, I got sloppy, I didn’t know I had lost that much blood. I was dazed, and you’re the person I wanted. It was idiotic. I’m sorry.” He takes a breath, trying to organize his thoughts into words. “If I’m gonna die, I want to be beside you when it happens.”
She opens her mouth, then closes it, warmth filling her up. “Okay, well.” Her voice is quiet. She’s thinking about whether or not to believe him with part of her brain and beating herself with the other part for not trusting an honest man who’s shown her compassion and protection. She chews her lip. “That’s the main part. And now I don’t feel so bad about also being an idiot.” She swivels back. “Not that I think you’re an idiot. I don’t. You’re not an idiot. Actually, you’re one of the smartest people I know. Just that I don’t feel so alone.”
He tilts his head. He’s absolutely an idiot. Letting himself get shot on the first night back, for one, then, for two, letting his unoxygenated brain lead him, desperate, to her doorstep, despite the consequences. The biggest idiot alive. What she did was noble and misplaced, what he did was intentional and inconsiderate. Comparing their faults is what’s idiotic.
“Can’t you just talk?” She asks. “Your long silences and dark stares are killing me, here.”
“I’m bad at it,” he admits.
She gives him a full-fledged smile, finally. Irony is laced into her lips. “Haven’t you ever played show and tell?”
“I excelled at show,” he says, inching toward her face.
She inches back, cheeks fiery. “I can tell.”
He scoots over so that they are nose to nose, startling her with the sudden move. She can’t get the nervous laugh out before he steals it with his mouth.
She wonders how many coppery kisses are in her future, and hopes it’s a lot.
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Hey, what are the Vinsmoke boys like in the Pages au?
Ok so I’m pretty sure that I know who is sending me this but I’m not going to say anything just in case my memory is playing tricks on me
But seeing as how I personally feel about the Vinsmokes, I’m going to do Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji.
Also I’m sorry that it took me so long to get to this as I have to be directly in the mood to write this sort of thing
Anywho let’s get into it, shall we?
!-MINORS DNI-!
!-Trigger Warnings-!
Delusions, Kidnapping, Raiding, the Vinsmoke Boys being the Vinsmoke Boys, S*xual Punishments, Overstimulation, Masturbation, Yandere
!-Trigger Warnings-!
!-MINORS DNI-!
So we all know the Vinsmoke Brothers. They’re big, scary, and tough as nails with little to seemingly no capacity for any kind of emotion so it’s really a wonder that they picked up your books in the first place.
I’m going to say that Yonji was the first one to take a look simply because of the hot girl on the cover who was making a rather sexy looking expression as her love interest loomed over her from behind.
In actuality, that sexy expression was the MC looking somewhat terrified of her new partner but it’s not killing his interest any time soon.
He buys it while probably finishing up some kind of work somewhere or just takes it because it’s likely that he doesn’t care then once he’s finished up with his princely paperwork for the day. He heads to his room and starts reading the story.
The man almost put it down at first as he found himself bored by the mutual pining but then the “third love interest” walks onto the scene, a prince whose described as wearing green, red, and blue. He is instantly more interested especially after the prince nearly forces the MC into a relationship with him after kidnapping her.
He is completely rooting for this prince character so much that he practically shouts in happiness whenever the guy enters into a scene although if Yonji had paid attention then he would realize that the prince is the villain of the story who kidnapped the MC.
But of course, he can’t just spend the entire day reading so eventually he has to get up and take care of things but once he’s done. He is rushing back to his room to continue reading and don’t think that Ichiji and Niji haven’t noticed because they do.
Yonji has no reason to want to keep this for himself at the moment so he shows his brothers what he’s been looking at and practically info dumps to them about the contents of the book. He’s of course describing it in his own distorted way so ”The prince is the guy that the MC is going to marry, he’s the best choice! Because she loves him!”
After a while of info dumping, they start to get a bit curious so they decide to steal Yonji’s copy from him and take a look until the servant that they sent out to get copies for them returns.
It’s safe enough to say that in that amount of time, they’ve wound up completely hooked on the story albeit only to watch as the marine and pirate love interest are absolutely wrecked by the prince so he can have what’s rightfully his.
To say that they’re invested too is an understatement as Niji is commonly speeding through his princely duties to get back to reading the story while Ichiji is just bringing the book everywhere with him to take quick looks at it throughout the day whether it be during meal times, during princely duties, or even while training.
Also I hope that you didn’t write any sort of steamy scene between the prince and the MC because lord knows that Niji is going to shamelessly start rubbing to the thought of it like one hand is turning the pages to continue while the other is stroking his cock.
Ichiji and Yonji would never stoop to that level though... They’ll go to their rooms and masturbate to the idea of the MC being ruthlessly fucked by the prince even if you didn’t write the MC being fucked and it was simply a close call...
Also I’d say that chances are that all three of them during their fun will probably start to imagine themselves in the places of the princes in the stories. Pushing the MC into the mattress and fucking her in all sorts of positions as she screams out their name specifically and covers their cock in her slick.
Niji imagines holding the MC up by her thighs and thrusting up into her, he imagines her crying out his name with tears in his eyes and pleading him to go slower but him grinning to himself and going much faster instead. Probably teasingly asking “This is what you wanted, right? Don’t complain when you wanted this~”
Maybe throw in a few shocks here and there to make her walls spasm a little around him until he finally cums deep inside of her but lord knows that he’s not stopping there as he’s going to keep fucking her until he finally decides that he’s been satisfied.
Ichiji imagines taking the MC to his bed chambers and putting her into a mating press where she would cling to him and leave scratches down his back that would only encourage him to go harder and deeper.
He imagines himself talking about how he wants to fill her and watch her belly swell up with his children only for her to beg him to pull out but he doesn’t listen and instead with one last big thrust, he cums deep inside of her and spends the rest of the night plugging her up with his cock.
Yonji personally imagines saying that he isn’t hungry at dinner time and going to his room where he had tied up the MC, he licks his lips at the sight of her and tells her that he skipped dinner so now she has to feed him. He would eat her out for hours on end making her orgasm over and over again on his tongue until she’s crying from the overstimulation that she’s feeling.
But he isn’t entirely cruel as once he’s had his dinner in the form of eating her out then he plans to give her a proper thank you... A thank you that involves even more overstimulation as he leans over her and fucks into her in the doggy style position...
Yeah, their mid masturbation fantasies are detailed and they have no shame about it at all...
But as nice as the story is, all good things have to come to an end at some point because at the end of the day... The prince was the villain of the story and no delusion can change the source material...
So when the MC is rescued from the wedding just before she can say “I Do”, the three of them feel the anger coursing through their veins but nonetheless they stay hopeful... The prince will come out on top and wreck the Marine and Pirate, right?
Wrong! And now there are three very angry princes who just witnessed the worst possible outcome in the story!
They hope to see the prince again that he would come back at the last second but in all of the books after that, he’s completely disappeared with no signs of ever reappearing and not only that but they find that in the last book, the MC gets with the Pirate/Marine!
It is absolutely safe enough to say that all three of them are absolutely pissed about this…
They can't believe that the MC not only completely abandoned the Prince for those two low life’s but she even had the nerve to act like the Prince never even existed in this first place in the ending!
It was unacceptable, horrible, downright disgusting! And most importantly completely unforgivable as well…
Ichiji thinks about finding the author and forcing you to change the story so the Prince who was clearly the best option would win and his brothers agreed with these terms as they nodded along deciding that this was clearly the best course of action
They looked at your books and found not only your full name on the cover but your mailing address as well on the back of the book, it didn’t tell them exactly where you were but it was good enough as it did tell them what island you were on
All that was left to do was go and find you
Their arrival on the island was met with quite a lot of shock as “Holy shit, it’s Germa 66!” and everyone quickly getting out of their way
They might be here for one thing but I feel that they are impatient so if you’re island has some kind of problem like it has a corrupt ruler, maybe there are pirates, bandits, or whatever then they might deal with that real quick so they can demand you as payment for their help
And if there isn’t then they can always have some soldiers raid the island to look for you and bring you to them or they could just look for you themselves and drag you back to Germa before you even knew what hit you
No matter what they decide to do though, it all remains the same and you’re dragged to Germa and made to stand before the three of them like you’re some criminal who fucked up big time
Your heart is pounding in your chest and you just plead for them to not hurt you and to please let you go home as you don’t know what you did and they say that they’ll allow you to go home if you write a new story for them, one where the Prince wins the MC
Very understandably, you’re incredibly confused but there’s not much that you can do so you agree to it then proceed to be locked inside of a room with little else other than a bed, bathroom, a closet, and a desk with writing supplies
You’re there for weeks with routine visits from the prince’s usually separate with occasionally two of them showing up at once and very rarely all three of them showing up at once
Ichiji typically forcing you to sit in his lap as you write which wouldn’t be that much of a problem if he didn’t somewhat try to cop a feel on you when he did by letting his hands drift to the insides of your thighs then refusing to move them
Niji would usually show up before you woke up as sometimes you would wake up staring at his chest which was sometimes clothed and sometimes not, he sometimes had his arm over you and it always hard to tell if he was actually asleep or not because of his sunglasses
Yonji only really would show up during times when you were brought food as he would want to eat with you, he would sometimes try to talk with you and would get visibly upset if you ignored him especially if he was trying to ask you a question
As the days passed on and the book neared completion, you found that they were starting to become more daring with you like Ichiji attempting to rub at you through your clothing as you sat on his lap or waking up to Niji attempting to slip your clothes off while you slept in preparation for something you didn’t even want to think about or even Yonji completely shamelessly asking to eat food off of your body which usually entailed him licking things off of your private areas
Their visits were starting to become more and more frequent as well so you feared what they might do and attempted to ask the King himself, Judge Vinsmoke to be let go early but he refused and you knew that he had would tell the three of them when they were finished with their Prince duties
You rushed as fast as you could to complete the book but just as you finished writing the “D” on The End, all three of them entered into the room at once clearly having been told what you tried to ask Judge for
To prevent suffering a punishment from them, you attempted to tell them that you had finished the story and you could leave but they didn’t listen as they took one look at the story and pulled you out of your chair
You were thrown onto the bed and bounced a little from the collision, they surrounded you on all sides with Ichiji being at your right, Niji at the left, and Yonji standing at the foot of the bed. You were terrified to say the least
You attempted to stutter out that you had a deal and it was time for them to let you go only for them to laugh at you
“Why would we ever let you go after you tried to back out of the deal early?”
“I think she deserves a bit of a punishment for trying to go behind our backs… What do you think?”
“I think that sounds great but she had better do everything that her princes tell her…”
It was after that is when they pounced on you, clothes were quickly discarded and thrown about the room as you were viciously fucked by all three of them for the entire night
Your body covered in sweat, tears, and cum as they took turns abusing your holes alternating cumming deep inside of you and on you
The overstimulation from them was far too great to the point where you couldn’t even hear them refer to you as the name of the books MC instead of your actual name
You had no clue how long they planned on fucking you for but with you placed onto your hands and knees with Yonji underneath you thrusted into you with his cock while his mouth played with your nipples while Ichiji was leaned over from behind biting at your neck as he thrusted into you as well making it double penetration and Niji sat on his knees in front of you thrusting into your mouth making you give him a blowjob
Even with all of this, you knew without a doubt that you were never getting away from them
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Hi, I have an MX request if you’ll accept it..
So you know how Lord X and MX are canonically best friends. Imagine MX introducing his girlfriend aka the reader who is the total opposite of him to Lord X. Like MX is a vicious, apathetic, ruthless, and manipulative person while Reader is very shy, kind-hearted, empathetic and sweet. So this confuses Lord X because reader seems like the definition of innocence and Lord X definitely finds this relationship weird because of MX’s usual catchphrase. “Innocence doesn't get you FAR...” but it seems like MX likes Reader’s innocent nature. It’s like MX is a whole different person when Reader is around and don’t even get me started on how overprotective this mf is over reader but all in all Lord X is fine with this relationship because he can use reader against MX. (Ex: MX does something Lord X hates. Lord X will be like: “I’ll tell reader what you did.” and MX is just running after Lord X and shouting at him to not tell reader.)
Like their relationship dynamic is literally: Sweet Baby x Literal Demon.
(Also use She/Her pronouns please 😊)
Anyways that’s it.. I hope you’re doing okay and please remember to eat something and drink some water and take breaks from the computer to avoid eyestrain.
Being In A Relationship With MX
Hey there! Thanks for the ask!
I suprisingly had some fun writing this. I find it funny at the thought of MX chasing after Lord X like over Lord X snitching on him. Also it was interesting writing how MX would be in a relationship. Hope you enjoy it. ~J/Blaze
Pronouns: She/Her
Warning: ⚠️Stalking + Possessive Behaviour + Blackmail⚠️
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: MX + Lord X
Proofread: ❌
Credits: Art by Deadtos on DeviantArt + Banner by Kaileyfln on Pinterest
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- Honestly I’m surprised you even managed to get someone like him. MX someone who is considered a beast, feared by many and known for doing anything from being manipulative and straight up being ruthless to anyone or anything in his way and here he was being an absolute sweetheart to you who was the complete opposite compared to him. Many people have questioned how and why you were dating him and you didn’t really know yourself. But he treats you with respect so you do the same in return.
- Sometimes he even questions himself about the irony of this relationship. The fact that one of his iconic catchphrases is ‘Innocences doesn’t get you far’ and yet is dating someone who is the definition of innocence and words related to it. This thought literally hits him at the most random points and even more when the two of you are hanging out. He doesn’t even know why but even though he constantly says this to his victims to which you would assume he doesn’t like innocence, he actually really likes it that you are. He can’t really explain or give a reason except that ‘she’s an exception’ which only confuses the fuck out of people.
- I’m just going to say this here and I don’t care what y’all say but MX is great hugging material, even if he isn’t used to receiving or reciprocating them due to how he is a being. The only reason I think this is because of his large figure, hugging him is like hugging a massive stuffed bear. Although I did say he isn’t used to receiving or reciprocating them that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do them or hate it. He likes it a lot especially when you do it because he believes it shows that you trust him despite his behaviour outside of your guy's relationship.
- Yours and his relationship is basically as said in the request is literally Sweet Baby x Literal Demon. You have literal scary dog privileges when you're around MX. You don’t have to worry about getting into trouble or getting harm when he’s around, people would be too scared to do so and even if they did well he’ll make sure they won’t do it again.
- He’s extremely protective over you, he constantly has to be around you like a massive bodyguard rarely letting you out of his sight for a moment unless you absolutely have to be and even if this situation happens he’s not that far behind you. One time you even found him peeking around the corner just staring at you like he was stalking you. Well he was but shut up that’s not the point. He often treats you like a fragile item, making sure there’s nothing that could harm you. Even being extremely careful himself with his own strength around you making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He’s aware of his strengths and how strong he is compared to you and to him it would be an absolute shame if anyone especially him breaks (to him at least) ‘an antique doll’.
- Even though it took a long time due to his protectiveness over you and in his own way worrying over what might happen to you he figured that he could introduce you to one of his best friends which just so happens to be the well known sadistic hedgehog Lord X. It’s not like he hasn’t told him, he has told him about your existence but not in grave detail. Initially when first hearing about MX having a girl let alone dating said girl he was surprised himself. This mostly resulted in Lord X teasing him through jokes to which MX told him off for it. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t happy for him, of course he was happy it was his best bud we are talking about. In fact when he heard about him wanting to introduce you to him he was over the moon immediately asking a million questions about you and what you can do, assuming that you were someone like him.
+ As soon as he saw his friend arrive he immediately went up to greet him “MX! Welcome back old pal” Lord X said with his iconic smirk on his face to which MX returned the favour with the slightly scared you right by him taking in every detail of the messed up hedgehog “Nice to see you again Lord X” MX tipped his hat down as a way to greet him “so where’s the lucky girl? Will she be here soon?” Lord X immediately asked about his girlfriend, which was you not realising that you were already here “she’s already here.” He said placing a hand on your shoulder which caused Lord X to look oddly confused before looking to where his hand was going and immediately spotted you. “Lord X meet [Name], [Name] meet Lord X.” He introduced the two of you to each other. Lord X took a moment to look at you creating a slight tension for you, worrying about what he was thinking. Before long he slightly chuckled to himself before speaking up “A human? Your Girlfriend is a human? Well this is a surprise” he said which caused MX’s face switch to annoyance “Yeah? You got a problem with it?” He asked in a tone that was slightly threatening towards his friend which caused Lord X to laugh it off “No, No of course not pal. Just a little surprised” he gave him a smile before approaching you “regardless it’s a pleasure to finally meet you [Name].” He offered his hand for you to shake to which you did “yeah…same here”
- Surprisingly the two of you get along, despite you two being opposite personalities just like MX. He likes to joke about your relationship with his friend. Mostly teasing MX but occasionally roping you in as well. Occasionally the teasing/jokes range from how completely different you two are to slightly more suggestive jokes. But regardless he doesn’t mind the relationship. Surprisingly he finds it cute, in his way. The fact he can see his friend instantly go from a murderous beast to a massive teddy bear around you honestly makes him laugh sometimes. Seeing how lovey dovey he is around you he can’t help but tease him.
- He definitely blackmails MX about this. Do you know that video by a YouTuber named Slashest with the video being named ‘Cooper2723 is back…” ? If you’ve watched it then I can basically imagine going somewhere like that. Lord X knows that MX is soft around you and doesn’t want to be separated from you. If MX does something he doesn’t like and wants him to stop, all he has to say is “you know…it would be a shame if [Name] was told you were doing this?” This instantly shuts him up. He doesn’t know why he reacts like this. He’s much more powerful compared to you but the thought of possibly getting trouble by you, it makes him scared. Well scared is a bit of an exaggeration when it comes to him but regardless he starts to feel nervous and doesn’t want to escalate it so he stops.
- Sometimes Lord X actually goes through with it even if MX stops or not. As soon as that sentence leaves his mouth he instantly starts heading to where you are, with an angry yet nervous MX chasing behind him. Surprisingly, begging him to not tell you. Sometimes Lord X has actually succeeded in telling you which creates a sulked MX, arms crossed mumbling apologies for his behaviour to you as you gently pat his back hugging his side as a way of telling him you forgive him or that he doesn’t have to apologise. Lord X and MX behave like two kids with one ready to snitch on the other.
- Overall, yours and his relationship is actually pretty wholesome despite who he is.
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holy shit yes please okay hold on word vomit brace yourself
it's two am i apologise for incoherence
imagine you're new to 141, but you've been in the military for ages, long enough that you're known as this merciless killer, an omen of death. 141 is basically where they fling you because nobody knows where to put you (price taking in strays rhehrhehr gnawing on it) and you meet price and you're instantly smitten but obviously you can't do anything about it because he's your superior and you're like, kind of terrifying so you don't think he'll want anything to do with you but you still r basically guard dog-ing him, being super protective (of the whole 141 because they're price's n you know he wants them safe too?) and he notices, obviously, because you're not very good at being subtle (don't do this often enough for that) and one day he calls you into his office and he's like hey what's up with that and you're like sweating bullets bcuz oh fuck vulnerability
and then you blurt it out because you can *not*, when he's looking at you like that with those stern eyes and his lips twisted into a frown and you admit you just want to be scary for someone :( take care of them :( and it's him, for some reason, even tho he's a very competent man, and he's like awh baby and bam
your desire to take care extends past protection he leans when one day you overhear him complaining to someone (Gaz?? Nik over the phone?) about being stressed and not having time to get laid and then a few days later you're both alone in the common room, he's doing paperwork at the table n ur like. sitting on the armchair reading or smth idfk and he groans n shoves the paper away and ur like can i help, ur so stressed? but it's like a little flirty and he's lookin at you wide eyes a little confused, and then he's like absolutely
and tada you're sitting in that armchair, hands right on the armrests [he said no touching :<] n he's riding you looks so pretty n he's biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet and you're digging your teeth into your bottom lip because it's late at night but just in case someone hears it's the common area and from then on it's just a normal thing really for him to drag you off to his office when he needs stress relief n it always ends with him riding you or you kneeling between his legs while he's in his desk chair and sucking him off until he's nice n relaxed :(
n you're still scary n horrifying to other people but to 141 ur price's boy and price knows you're not so bad because how could a merciless machine be so good to him :(
oh shit sorry got really into it here's a goddamned essay i guess
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Sugar I fakwing love this so much bc listen 🧎🏻♂️
You feeling absolutely purposeless when you join 141, because being a death machine means you have a purpose while your target is alive and when they’re gone so is your purpose and you’re just a soulless creature but price fights tooth and nail to give you a purpose even when you fight against it
When you first joined 141 you’d been very reluctant to have a squad you were used to working on missions alone and now you had 4 other people tagging along
The first mission you had attempted to do on your own and had almost lost your life because you had miscalculated a step in your plan
141 although not happy with your actions were glad you were alive price had scolded you even threatened to kick you out but when you hear those words you freeze up bc in the short time you’ve been with 141 theyve Been nothing but welcoming to you and you rather not loose a team like that
after that scolding you start to see how much price goes out his way to make you feel like part of the team, and slowly but surely you start developing feelings for him price doesn’t even notice it at first until one day he gets hurt and you start acting out of your mind barking and biting at anyone trying to approach the man barley even letting medevac come close and even guarding him through the whole time his injuries heal
And one day someone makes a comment like are you his guard dog or something and you can’t really forget about that comment until price confronts you about it and he’s like don’t listen to them you’re not a dog and you fumble around in an attempt to explain that you want to be his guard dog you want to protect him and care for him and he’s like oh? Before he smiles warmly at you and caresses your cheek “alright then”
What you didn’t expect was how much the words good boy would turn you on but price notices, purposely drops the word until you Squirm in place, while desperately trying to hide your boner doenst take much before you’re pushed up against his office desk, with one of his legs steady on the floor while the other is on the table while working himself up and down your cock, hearing the obscene squelching sound coming from his cunt🧎🏻♂️
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Please talk more about how not fine Dana Scully is, people really tend to underestimate how fucked up she truly is, honestly the way she manages to hold onto her kindness and integrity through so much violation is kind of miraculous
sometimes it makes me a little crazy. like, dana scully was so light in season one. she smiled and laughed a lot, she teased mulder, she loved working on the x files with mulder and it was obvious. even on the days she would get frustrated with mulder for doing something crazy. and i think that's true throughout the show, until the later years where it meant losing mulder, giving up her child, going on the run...
but. for me, a change occurs in beyond the sea. probably more for the audience than scully or mulder.
scully sees her dad's ghost before she even learns he's gone. she had her parents over for dinner and wanted him to be interested in her work, instead of being disappointed with her career choice. he only asks how it's going right before they walk out the door, and then he's gone. part of her wants to believe she really saw him, but it's also really scary. she almost looks for x files with similar happenings but as she finds them, slams the door instead.
she buries herself in the case as soon as the services are over. she believes boggs as mulder nearly begs her not to. when mulder is shot, she loses it on boggs. and in the end, she tells mulder she's afraid to believe.
scully was afraid to believe before she was abducted. after her abduction, believing is more terrifying. she clings to skepticism and focuses on proof. in their line of work, only what you can prove really matters. it's what mulder needs her for, and later on, she clings to it harder even though she can't deny there are certain fantastic things she believes in.
after her abduction, everything is heavier for both mulder and scully. we saw how lost he was in 3, how self punishing & self hating. and when scully comes back, she's determined to get back to work. she won't take any time before heading back because that would mean sitting alone with what happened to her and she can't possibly deal with that. fear of the unknown to the extreme.
scully never believed samantha was taken by aliens. then she was taken like her, returned completely battered an inch from death with no memory of what happened. whether that was the work of whoever (or whatever) took her or her own mind...either thought is terrifying.
in firewalker, mulder is so cautious with scully. he can't bear her disappearing on him again. he tries to keep her safe and it ultimately puts in a dangerous position. but she's quick, and she saves herself while the girl handcuffed to her dies on the other side of the door.
mulder was so gentle with her after her father died, calling her dana for the first time that we see. he does it again in lazarus when jack willis/dupre kidnapped her. he's careful with her feelings whenever she's vulnerable. after her abduction, in firewalker, when he finds her alive, he cups her cheek like he did in beyond the sea. she is so precious to him, they're best friends. and she tells him she's fine over and over again.
in irresistible, the case already disturned scully on a core level. she couldn't comprehend the violence and violation of what donnie pfaster did to the dead, and later his victims. as a pathologist, she can't imagine desecrating a body. what she does, she does because she cares about people and justice. she can't save them when they're already gone, but she can find the truth and honor them.
in season two when they're separated and she's teaching again, she goes on about the man lying dead in front of her.
"what this man imagined...his dreams, who he loved, saw, heard, remembered...what he feared...somehow it's all locked inside this small mass of tissue and fluid."
and her student calls her spooky.
although scully doesn't love people the way mulder does -- untethered, unchecked -- she loves humanity & her country, and she wanted to do something important with her life. she decided in squeeze to be on the victims' side, like mulder. with mulder.
all through irresistible she is so disturbed and trying to be strong and hide her feelings from mulder, so she goes back to d.c. for a therapy session & to get them some leads. and then as soon as she comes back to work the case with mulder, donnie pfaster makes her a victim again. so shortly after her abduction and almost dying in firewalker. karen kosseff tells her how vulnerable she was, and it's like it almost doesn't seem real. because she doesn't remember, she healed, and if it weren't for the missing time & everyone around her having lived those horrible months without her, it would be like it didn't happen.
she fought like hell against pfaster. injured from a car accident, bound & gagged, in a house she didn't know. hallucinating him as other evil men & the devil. she was spiraling and she only had herself to depend on in the moment. hoping that mulder & co would find her in time. but ... the man worked quickly.
she didn't seem too affected after lazarus, but she believed it was her friend and that he was sick. after her abduction, she didn't have anything to cling to. after pfaster, she had mulder and she only leaned on him when she was completely overwhelmed & he wouldn't let her deal with it alone.
she has new fears.
she loses her sister and mulder loses his dad. both murdered by the same people. aliens or the shadow government, when they decide scully is a problem they have her abducted or attempt to have her killed. and she can't really do anything to prevent it when she has no idea what or who she needs to protect herself from.
there are a few moments that really stick out for me, that i just think it's clear she's not okay. scully bottles things up and keeps her pain close. she doesn't unleash it, does her best to hide it & bear it alone.
but in piper maru, skinner tells her they're letting melissa's case go inactive. cold. she's opened her eyes to government conspiracies. and she flat out tells skinner "if i may say so, sir, it has everything to do with interest. just not yours, and not mine."
there's no reason they couldn't solve her sister's murder. they have the weapon, and like scully says, they can catch people with much less. and then she goes down to the basement office where mulder is working on a case. he's going through everything, actually doing some normal pre-investigation things. and he won't ignore what's going on when so many men have suffered and may well die, just because the government is trying to sweep it under the rug.
and scully loves him so much for this.
(side note: i always love when mulder does this. it's like "do you think i'm spooky?" he wants her to think of him as well as he thinks of her. they're best friends. it matters to him what scully thinks of him. a rarity.)
then there's wetwired. scully watches all the tapes they find and very quickly becomes paranoid about mulder, specifically. now, i don't think she really believes it, i think it's a thought that scares her when she's at her lowest. but she was assigned to the x files to debunk his work, he gets neck deep in alien & government conspiracies. she didn't always understand the specific dangers of their particular work. she's so ashamed when she's back to herself, and mulder doesn't blame her at all. and when she starts talking about what she remembers, mulder takes her so seriously. mulder believes she saw something, but like the others, she misinterpreted what she saw because of the heightened paranoia & anxiety. one woman thought she saw her husband cheating with a blonde, and it was her neighbor with his golden retriever. so it's very possible she did see someone having a meeting with the cigarette smoking man outside their motel, or at least someone involved with their case.
scully is always afraid to be taken again, to be murdered. she knows the smoking man has something to do with all of it. she knows she stayed because of mulder. and she will continue to work on the x files with him. because it isn't just about him anymore. she needs answers too.
and then there's the cancer arc. i wrote all about memento mori already, and i think that all says a lot. but then there's gethsemane. kritchsgau told scully the shadow men gave her cancer to make mulder believe. it guts her, it almost kills him, but they know where her cancer came from and they haven't been able to do anything about it. i can't get over the way her voice cracks in redux. mulder is waiting for her in darkened bedroom and tells her that everything goes back to the fbi. her abduction, her cancer. she wasn't ready to face where her cancer came from, and mulder tries to help her. and any time she almost has a grip, another thing makes it come crashing down around her. the men who had her abducted, her sister killed, gave her cancer being part of the same institution she is...that's unbearable.
scully grew up with a father in the navy. they love their country, they trust their government & military & law enforcement. the x files turns everything she's ever known and understood about the world upside down.
and then there's seasons 8-11. i don't have anything to say except: scully is NOT okay. she gave up her son and has never forgiven herself. she thinks about william everyday and prays he's safe, that she did the right thing. as if there even was a right thing. you never see a more raw or vulnerable scully than in the revival. and if mulder wasn't there holding her together and doing what she couldn't...i don't think there would be a scully.
#i can talk more about s8&9 + the revival#but like. scully is just never the same after her abduction#her light becomes something very different#mulder and scully are always the light in dark places#but mostly they're each other's light in their suffocating darkness#dana scully#the x files#txf txt#beyond the sea#lazarus#little green men#piper maru#cancer arc#gethsemane#reduxes#mulder and scully#fox mulder#also i got lazy and did not look for scripts or even transcripts#this is just my brain and i'm so tired l
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