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joelsgreys · 3 months

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captive

Raider! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You find yourself missing your captor while he’s out on an early morning hunt with the rest of the group.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. RAIDER ERA. DARK!JOEL. DUBCON. IMPLIED PREVIOUS NONCON. UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 50). READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. mentions of Joel’s group murdering reader’s group, it’s implied her family members were also killed, Joel pretty much kidnaps reader and keeps her as his own, stockholm syndrome, reader deals with a lot of very distressing and conflicting feelings, Joel isn’t too creepy or extremely dark, but he is still not a good person, mentions of Tommy. VERY BRIEF SMUT in the form of cockwarming, daddy kink but i didn’t go overboard this time, pet names (honey, baby, babygirl, sweetheart) if i missed anything, you can POLITELY let me know because if i missed anything, it was purely accidental. minimal editing.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS.

if this isn’t your thing, that’s fine, just scroll on by.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i might actually throw up idk. i’ve had this itch to try dark joel and seeing as i have major writer’s block with all my other wips i decided to just scratch the itch. this is a little out of my comfort zone but i actually ended up feeling pleased with what i wrote. this is my personal take on dark/raider joel, i’m sure it is very out of character but it’s fanfiction so…yeah. here it is.

It’s the rain that rouses you from your sleep.

It beats down heavily on the remote cabin’s tin roof.

Loud. Much too loud.

You roll over, settling yourself on your side.

The mattress is old, worn, rotting beneath the sheets.

You can’t complain, though. At least you have a bed.

Everybody else is forced to sleep on the hard floor.

He always gets the room with the bed.

As his special girl, that means you always get the room with the bed too.

It’s not quite as flattering as one would believe.

He only ever wants the bedroom for one reason—to keep you behind a locked door so you can’t run.

You sigh softly and stare out the window. He’d secured that too, made certain that it couldn’t be opened from the inside.

Closing your eyes, you try and go back to sleep.

Sleep doesn’t come.

His absence is starting to bother you.

You’ve been with him for an entire season now.

You’re getting used to him.

The sound of his voice.

The warmth of his body.

The taste of his lips.

You can’t even sleep without him next to you.

“Fuck,” you whisper, clutching the stale sheets, balling them in your fists out of frustration.

How was it possible? How could you be missing him?

He had taken everything from you.

Your family.

Your home.

Your innocence.

He was holding you captive. He was a monster.

But a monster doesn’t keep you safe.

Doesn’t clothe you.

Doesn’t feed you.

Doesn’t protect you.

He did all of those things and more.

Is that why you feel so empty without him beside you?

Is that why you’re no longer so certain you would run if you were given the chance to escape him?

You fucking hated him for what he’d done.

Yet here you are, aching for him to come back to you.

It’s another hour before you hear the lock clicking.

Joel pushes through the door, quietly closing it behind him.

“Y’awake?” he asks, slipping his pack off his shoulders.

“Mhm,” you answer with your back to him. “I am.”

You hear the sound of his pack hitting the floor.

His worn leather boots being kicked off.

His rifle being set down, propped against the wall.

“How was the hunt?”

You can feel him freeze as he’s taking off his jacket.

Getting you to willingly speak to him had always been a lot like pulling teeth. Difficult, almost impossible.

When he doesn’t respond, you roll over to face him.

There’s a swoop in your tummy.

Joel is drenched from head to toe. His blue denim shirt clings to his broad frame and his dark, graying curls are slicked back away from his face.

He’s got such a handsome face.

Monsters aren’t supposed to have handsome faces.

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re really askin’ me how the hunt went?” Suspicion laces his tone. “Why? Y’worried you won’t eat tonight?”

Of course you weren’t.

Joel Miller doesn’t let you go hungry.

When food is scarce, he makes sure you eat first. If he notices you rubbing your tummy because your portion wasn’t enough, he’ll give you his own portion.

He takes care of you.

“No.” You pause and sit up. The sheets you two share fall away from your body, leaving your soft, supple breasts on full display for him. “Just wanted to know how your morning went. That’s all.”

It’s not your tits that make his cock twitch against the zipper of his jeans—it’s the sincerity that flashes across your features, the sound of it in the tone of your voice.

You’re being sweet to him.

He clears his throat lightly.

“Went real good. Brought down a deer. Female, ‘bout a hundred pounds or so. Enough to keep all of us well fed for the next couple of weeks,” he says with a nod. “Was pissin’ rain the entire time but it was worth it. Tommy’s in the shed out back right now dressin’ it so we can get a stew started.” He pauses. “You’re gonna get a proper meal tonight, babygirl. Belly’s gonna be nice and full.”

He’s not just talking about food and you know it.

You make an effort to meet his gaze, but you can’t. You can’t bring yourself to do it, not when you remembered how he’d taken you away from your family—how he had carried you over his shoulder, kicking and screaming as his people raided your camp and slaughtered every last member of your group because that’s what Joel Miller had ordered them to do.

Looking him in the eye might be the one thing you will never, ever be able to do.

“It’s cold,” you murmur after a minute. “You should get out of those wet clothes before you get sick.”

With a subtle nod, Joel turns around and starts peeling off his clothes until he’s completely naked. He uses an old rag to dry himself off as best as he can, although it doesn’t do much for him.

You can’t help yourself and stare—your gaze drags over the strong muscles of his back and shoulders, how they flex and ripple beneath his skin with every single one of his movements. Arousal pools between your thighs and all you can do is fucking hate yourself for wanting it, for wanting him.

“S’pretty early still,” he states, his back still to you as he runs the rag through his hair. “Y’should try to get some more sleep.”

The confession tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think about stopping it.

“I couldn’t sleep while you were gone.”

Surprised, he turns around.

Almost immediately, your eyes fall to his cock.

Even when he isn’t fully hard, he’s still so fucking big.

“Is that so?” Joel asks, sounding rather pleased.

“Yes,” you say, softly. “I—I missed you.”

His lips turn upwards into a subtle, faint grin.

“Yeah?” he coos. “My sweet little girl missed me while I was gone? Hm?” Slowly, he approaches the bed. It dips slightly and the frame creaks as he plants a knee on the mattress and leans over towards you. Gently, Joel takes your chin between his index finger and thumb. “Y’need Daddy by your side so you can sleep, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you whisper, warm tears glazing over your eyes.

It’s bad enough your body welcomed him so easily.

Now your heart was starting to do the same.

And then there was your mind.

What if that stopped fighting him too?

Part of you is afraid it already has.

Joel climbs into bed, joining you under the sheets.

“M’here, my pretty girl. C’mere, honey.” He coaxes you to lay on your side and pulls you back against his chest. His skin is still damp, frigid from having been out in the elements, but somehow he’s still warm. “That better?”

“Need you closer,” you mumble, wiggling against him.

Joel groans, his thick cock hard and throbbing against the small of your back. He nips at your bare shoulder as his hand drags down the length of your body and slips between your thighs. “Christ, babygirl. Pussy’s soakin’ wet for me. Looks like she missed me while I was gone too, didn’t she, sweetheart?”

He runs his finger along your slick, silky folds.

“Daddy,” you whimper, bucking into his hand.

“Don’t worry, honey. Daddy knows what you need.”

Joel pulls his hand from between your legs.

You almost cry—you’re so fucking desperate for him.

And you shouldn’t be.

He reaches in between your bodies, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. Without warning, he slips it into your tight, aching cunt, sheathing himself in your warm, wet heat in one smooth stroke.

You choke out a sob.

It’s always overwhelming, that initial stretch.

That fullness, the feeling of him being in your belly.

“S’alright, sweetheart. S’alright. I know you can take it,” he soothes you. “You’re such a good girl for me. Always take my cock so fuckin’ well. So good for me, baby. You feel better now that Daddy’s cock is buried inside your pretty little pussy?”

He drapes an arm around you, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Yes,” you breathe, placing your hand on top of his.

Joel feathers a kiss onto your neck.

“Go to sleep, babygirl. M’here. Ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he promises you.

That shouldn’t be a comfort to you. But it is.

You close your eyes, your fingers subconsciously lacing together with his as you start to drift.

Cunt full of his cock, you fall asleep in your captor’s arms.

divider credit to @saradika🤍

#tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw noncon #raider joel #raider! joel #dark!fic #dark! joel miller #dark joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller drabble #joel miller fanfiction #tw daddy kink #dark!joel x reader #fic: captive

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ornithorynquerouge · 2 months

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Vika Levina by David Bellemere

#vika levina #cute chick #lovely breasts #captivating beauty #irresistible goddess #david bellemere #female gaze #amazing body #seductive girl #charming babe #nudity #hot stuff #dream girl #naughty model #so hot and sexy

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winters-dream · 2 months

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“You don't have to do this.”

Villain paused mid-speech—mid-stride—and glanced at the hero. Tied up in the corner of Villain’s lair, Hero watched as Villain had gone on a rather long and boastful speech about their plans for the city. Now that they had Hero captured, nothing stood in Villain’s way. They could set the city on fire if they so wished. Hero would be helpless.

They stood in front of the hero, a smirk wearing at their lips as they stared them down. “Of course I do. I want to run this city and now I can.”

Hero shook their head. “No. I meant this,” they said, gesturing towards themself as best as they could with their hands tied behind their back. “These grand gestures, the holding me hostage, the big talk. I can tell it’s mostly just big talk.”

Villain’s smirk faltered slightly. “It’s not just big talk.”

“But it is,” countered Hero. “I’ve been at this a long time. I know a tough facade when I see one. You’re trying to be impressive. To impress me.”

Villain scoffed and turned their head away, shame bubbling deep within their chest. They’d be lying if they said a great bit of this was theatrics to come off as impressive. They did want to be spoken of in high regard. But that didn’t have anything to do with the hero . . .

Or at least that’s what they told themself.

“You think you have it all figured out?” asked Villain as they struggled to fight the blush that threatened to color their face and neck. The hero’s giggle made Villian look back at them. They expected mockery for being so painfully obvious, ridiculed for catching feelings for the enemy and wanting to impress them. Shame began to kick in tenfold, unwilling to look their nemesis in the eye.

But what they saw was the opposite. They were greeted with warmth and admiration instead.

“I do,” Hero stated simply. “I’ve noticed the way you glance at me when you think I’m not looking, Like you’re searching for my admiration.”

Villain’s mouth went dry as they let out an audible gulp.

“But you don't have to do all of this,” Hero continued. “I already think you're amazing.”

“You do,” Villain asked mutely. It came out as more of a statement.

Hero nodded. “Of course. I’ve been watching you through our years of being enemies. And I’ve grown fond of the person you’ve become.”

Villain had to look away from the hero; they couldn’t stand the look in their eyes. The same big adoring eyes they gazed at Villain with so many times now. They remembered the first time they noticed that look. The first time Hero and Villain set their work aside and held a real conversation together. Villain had allowed Hero to perceive them as a human being instead of the villain persona they usually wore around them. And vice versa.

Villain liked to think that’s when their initial crush on Hero had solidified.

“Villain, come here,” beckoned Hero. And Villain listened without a second thought, kneeling before Hero so they were eye to eye. Villain had their eyes cast down to the ground, Hero’s sweet gaze too intimidating to face.

“You don’t love me,” Villain blurted. “You love the idea of me. How smart I am with a computer. My powers, how you could probably use them to overthrow SuperVillain if I switched sides or something. Or how—”

Something landing on his wrist interrupted his speech; Hero’s hand. Hero had managed to undo their own binds. Villain finally met Hero’s eyes, finding that same affection now mixed with a somberness Villain couldn’t quite place.

“Stop measuring your value based on the things you can do for other people,” said Hero. “You’re more than that, and I see it. You don’t need to convince me to love you.”

Villain let out a long breath, tension leaving their shoulders as well. They almost allowed themself to feel relief, a small hint of a smile making way to their lips.

“You love me,” they said.

They received a nod in response, and Villain leaned forward. Their forehead found purchase on Hero’s shoulder as Hero held them tightly yet gently. Their hold radiated a warmth that filled a piece of Villain they never knew was missing until now. They allowed themself to relax in Hero’s embrace and feel for the first time, the warmth of real love.

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0l-unreliable · 21 hours

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be the change you want to see in the world

#all for the game #female andrew minyard #female neil josten #fem!andreil #Nellie is CAPTIVATED #i juss be havin fun ....umu

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artthatgivesmefeelings · 6 months

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Erastus Dow Palmer (American, 1817-1904) The White Captive, ca.1857-59 The Metropolitan Museum of Art

#Erastus Dow Palmer #American #sculpture #the white captive #1800s #western civilization #classical art #fine art #fine arts #art #arts #female nude

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dresden-syndrome · 3 months

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I'm back comrades👌

I've always drawn suffering state enemy boys before but I'm in a big lady whump mood now... So here's a sneak peek into my all-female AU (basically EESU being ruled and opposed by girls) - more precisely, my favorite ladies out there😂

Class 4 counter-revolutionary political offender SB-7067 (Radmila Štušková) and Minister of State Security Elfriede Wilhelmina Günther. There they are.

Sorry for such a long break! I really needed some motivation to continue working. Don't worry comrades, EESU isn't going anywhere :)

Art tag: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump @whumpedydump @whumpthefifth @monarchthefirst (please let me know if you wanna be added too!)

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #historical whump #military whump #totalitarian whump #pet whump #lady whumpee #lady whump #female whumper #female whumpee #whump art #whumpee #whumper #whump oc #whump ideas #captive whumpee #whump stuff

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barksbog · 11 months

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i just found out how short chameleons live and i´m so normal about it. i´m not having a little breakdown and gonna start crying

#males life 5-7 years in captivity #females only 2-3 #in the wild they only make it 1-2 years tho #i´m not normal about this #i love them so much #lives so small and short ):

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pcktknife · 1 year

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which pokemon is most likely to be gay in ur personal opinion (not the same anon)

the original gay pokemon ask made me read thru the most of the gay animal wiki and check this out

sheep is gay

#theres quite a few animals who participate in some gay activity #giraffes bats lots of domestic animals (cattle.dogs.sheep.cats.etc) penguins lions(female ones more in captivity)#some black swans mate (2m + 1f i think?) and then get rid of the female n raise the kid #bonobos got alot goin on too #idk what pokemon is closest to that tho it is a monkey(ape) but im not pullin the first ape pokemon off the top of my head #asks #anon

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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His Savior

Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not.

Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI

A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.

You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour.

“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?”

Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.

“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back.

Reminding you of a time when you used to be free.

“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.

Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched.

Studied.

Committed to memory.

You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place.

Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop.

You’d wanted to help him, fix him.

At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.

Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you.

But you’d been wrong.

After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.

He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence.

But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.

Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend.

He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good.

And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished.

And he would never let you go.

“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”

“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."

A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.

And you hate yourself for it.

“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”

A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”

You shouldn’t fucking want this.

You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.

“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness.

“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”

“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.

“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.

The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.

“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”

He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.

“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants.

One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?

“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.

You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.

A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you.

You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.

Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow.

His version of a brand.

Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch.

Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.

That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.

And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.

Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.

“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”

“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw.

“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”

“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.”

“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”

“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process.

Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight.

And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…

Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too.

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lilacevans · 1 year

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— dreaming about being lloyds little captive 🤍

#lloyd hansen #lila’s mini moodboards #tw kidnapping #tw captive kink #tw captivity #tw kidnap mention #chris evans #cevans #lloyd hansen moodboard #chris evans moodboard #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x female reader #tw gun image

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bilightningwhumper · 5 days

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Stuck on a thing. I know I only have a few of the Mangst one-shots out right now. But writers block has me stuck on being able to finish the next few (ideas there; execution, not so much), plus this cold isn't helping.

Anyway, working on more worldbuilding while my brain clears up. Putting the poll first, context underneath. (Mild spoilers for New Eden Institution)

*seclusion not fully 100% for reasons below

So, I have Leslie (Rapunzel OC) and Rosalin (Odette OC). They're both in a similar boat.

Kidnapped young. Forced to look like pretty dolls for their captors. Find love (*love interest gets past the seclusion barrier) before being forced into the Institution because of their captors' jealousy. Kind of like the og fairy tales.

Now, either Leslie's first partner (one of two, in my version) either finds her in the big gated garden owned by Mama (real name Gaia/Mother Gothel OC) or they met in high school because Mama wants her to gain more skills to be "a perfect bride" (ie, Regency standards).

Then Rosalin, she's held in the same house as Teddie (full name Theodora/Odile OC) and Rudolf (Rothbart OC). So, being fully secluded from Teddie doesn't work, though Rudolf keeps her locked in a room when he isn't there and with him when he is. If she does go to high school, it's because Teddie convinced him to let her go.

Third option is they both go to a high school as a start to the New Eden pipeline. Either because of the love interests or they do have summer vacations, so authorities don't get suspicious and see said love interests in those time periods.

I might figure it out as the poll gets results, but it helps to ask to get unstuck, you know? And besides, if I don't go with what the poll wins, I can always do the idea with other characters in the New Eden universe. It's not like there's a lack of fairy tales out there.

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winters-dream · 8 months

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Human!hero x Vampire!villain

The cell was cold, chilling Hero to the bone as they pushed the heavy door open. Its hinges groaned loudly as it swung open, revealing a dark room still of any life. Dead silence filled the small cell, Hero’s own breathing rang loudly in their ears. A flicker of doubt ran through their head, wondering if they had broken into the wrong cell until they made out an odd shape tucked into the corner’s shadows. A shape that looked suspiciously like Villain.

They took a few tentative steps forward, their eyes slowly adjusting to the dark as they took in the scene in front of them. Villain sat propped up against the wall, scars shining brightly against their paled skin, obviously caused by silver since they have yet to heal. Their own blood stained their skin, streaks of it painting the floor in various directions. An alarming amount of blood, enough for Villain to die if they were human.

Their chest heaved up and down feverishly despite not needing to breathe. Their eyes stayed shut as the hero approached them. Hero didn’t know if that was a good sign.

“Back again?” croaked the villain. Their voice was light despite the obvious pain laced within it. Their whole demeanor screamed calmed and laid back despite the absolute horror scene that has been made of them. “Didn’t break me enough to your liking the last time?”

Hero stood frozen. They didn’t know what to say or how to approach the villain. Their carefree facade did little to convince Hero they were okay. They could see the tension in their jawline, the caution of every breath they took, the grimace that wanted to creep onto their face. They could have fooled anyone else, but Hero knew them too well.

“The silent treatment, huh?” said the villain. “That’s okay, the sound of your voice makes my ears bleed. I can go without the headache.”

“Villain,” Hero called.

Villain’s eyes shot open at the sound of their voice, a mixture of shock and relief danced over their features.

“Hero,” they breathed. “What are you doing here?”

Hero stepped forward, crouching down in front of the villain, their hands finding the shackles that kept Villain chained to the ground. They were thick and heavy, each link the size of Hero’s wrists. They dug dangerously into the villain’s own wrists, threatening to cut into the skin.

“I’m breaking you out of here,” said Hero. They gave the chains an experimental tug, letting go with a wince at the pained hiss that left Villain’s mouth.

“My knight in shining armor?” asked Villain. “That’s sweet.”

They noticed the light blush that dusted over the Hero’s cheeks, visible to them even in the dark. A groan slipped past their lips as the hero continued to feel around the chains. “But it’ll be safer for you if you leave. You know better than I do how unpredictable your precious Superhero is.”

Hero tightened their grip on the chains, opting for trying to pull them out of the floor. “That’s all the more reason why I need to get you out of here before you die.”

“Awe, you care,” cooed Villain, a small smirk made its way to their face. They let out a series of fleeting gasps as Hero pulled on the chains once again.

They gripped onto Hero’s arm, to prevent them from pulling again. Their soft skin, warm to the touch and thrumming with life. Their pulse beating rapidly below Villain’s thumb, their blood running through their veins. Their sweet scent filtering through their nose. Villain bit their lip, aching for a bite.

"When's the last time you fed? How long?" asked Hero. And Villain didn't know the answer, couldn't even tell Hero how long Superhero has had them here. The days, weeks, months, all blurred together in an endless cycle with no clear beginning or end.

Hero huffed a sigh, displeased with the lack of response. They shuffled closer to Villain, hands tugging at the collar of their own shirt which earned a light chuckle from Villain.

“What are you doing?” they asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Come here and drink my blood.”

Hero shuffled closer, a leg tossed over one of the villain’s. The scene almost looked strangely intimate, if it weren’t for the blood that surrounded them and the deathly look on the Villain’s face. Hero wasn’t sure how long Villain had left to live, but they were certain that they were the criminal’s only hope right now.

“Hero, I’m starving,” said Villain. “If you let me drink your blood, I’ll likely kill you.”

Despite their words, they pulled Hero closer, their chains rattling loudly against the floor. They inhaled deeply, the hero’s intoxicating scent flooding their senses. It was heavenly, Villain’s favorite scent.

Hero couldn’t help the small scoff that climbed up their throat. “Since when did you care whether I live or die? Given your reputation of hunting heroes, I expected you to kill me years ago.”

Villain tilted their head to the side, their signature smirk returning to their face. “You’re an unexpected exception. But don’t worry, your last breath won’t be today. I’ll be gentle when I drink from you.”

Their hands traveled down Hero’s back, slowly making their way to their butt, but Hero was quick to divert. They pulled their hands away and pushed them against the ground with a shake of their head.

“I’m only offering you my blood.”

Villain never lost their smirk as they shook their head as well. “Of course.”

They leaned forward, wasting no time to find the hero’s pulse and sink their fangs into their neck. They heard the hero’s pained gasp, but made no move to let up. Hero’s blood was warm, fresh, heavenly on Villain’s tongue. It sated a hunger so deep within the villain, they never knew a sweeter relief. It took every little ounce of inner strength the villain had left within them to not drain Hero dry right now. They took gulp after gulp, finally taking one last drag of the hero’s blood before letting go with guttural sigh.

They slumped back against the wall of their cell, a smile spread over their lips as they felt the blood do its work and heal what was wrong with them. Their energy renewed, their wounds closing up, their mind clearing and senses more acute. They were forever grateful to the hero and their delicious blood they graciously offered them.

Their chains rattled, a weak tug at their wrists. They opened their eyes to find the hero weakly pulling at the chains keeping Villain glued to the floor. Their efforts made Villain laugh as they replaced the crime fighter's hands with their own, breaking the shackles off their wrists with ease. They let out a relieved hiss, rubbing their wrists as feeling slowly returned to their hands. They glanced at Hero once more, giving the side of their face a light pat and stood up.

“You did well, Hero.”

Hero could only nod as the villain pulled them along into a stand, their footing uneasy as they swayed. “Let’s get out of here.”

“And just where do you think that is?”

Hero whipped their head around, Superhero standing in the open doorway with their arms crossed over their chest. Hero stood still, like a deer caught the headlights. They’ve been caught. Freeing the enemy. Superhero met them with a disappointed look.

“Hero, what are you doing?”

The sound of Superhero’s voice snapped Hero into action as they quickly moved to stand in front of the villain to shield them. A huge wave of dizziness ran over them, their vision coming in and out of focus as they moved. But they stayed their ground, refusing to leave Villain’s side. They noticed the superhero’s eyes dancing over their body, focusing on their labored breathing, their tired eyes, the obvious puncture wounds on the side of their neck, the blood drying around the edges.

“Hero, are you out of your mind?” demanded Superhero. “Feeding that demon? Giving it your blood?”

“They were starving,” defended the hero. “You locked them up and waited for them to die from starvation. That violates our code of conduct, I should report you—”

“Report me? I’m doing the world a favor, keeping that thing locked up.” Superhero placed their hands on their hips, fingers brushing over the stake they had tucked into their belt. They gave Villain a look filled with a mixture of disgust and fear before scolding the hero once more.

“It’s a demon, a bloodsucking parasite who will stop at nothing to drink away the entire world’s population,” they said. “Demons like this one are always hungry. And you willingly gave it your blood. It knows what you taste like now and will cling to you like a leech. It won’t stop until it’s taken every last drop of blood from your body.”

“If you want to survive at all, you need to kill it now.” Superhero tossed their stake at Hero, Hero catching it clumsily as the large amount of blood Villain took from them delayed their reaction time. They simply looked at the silver weapon before meeting Superhero’s eyes.

“I’m not killing Villain,” they said. “I’m not like you, I don’t kill people.”

Superhero scoffed, loudly and dramatically. “Listen to you, that demon has you wrapped around its finger. Its charming words and pretty face has you throwing away the very core of your beliefs. It’s not human, it’s not people. Killing it is what’s good for the world.”

Hero’s chest was heavy with disgust at their superior’s constant insistence of calling Villain an ‘it’. They were talking circles around each other. It almost felt like Superhero was a parent scolding a stubborn child, Hero refused to let Superhero win this argument.

“I’m not killing them.”

“You make a poor excuse of a vampire hunter then,” said Superhero. “If you’re so quick to defend the very reason we even need heroes in the first place. Need I remind you, this monster has killed countless humans. Countless heroes. You shouldn't feel sympathy for them, and definitely shouldn't spare their life.”

Hero simply shook their head, reiterating that they don’t kill people and call it heroism. Superhero’s face slowly morphed from one of disappointment to fear the more they stared each other down.

“Hero, you’re making a mistake,” they said. Their voice wavered as they spoke, their eyes locked onto the villain with a fearful gaze. “Villain is not someone you should be protecting.”

Superhero took a step forward, their arm outstretched for the hero. But Villain was faster. At a speed higher than Hero could follow with their eyes, Villain had moved to stand between the two heroes with Hero’s stake in their hand. A blink of an eye was all it took and Superhero was on the ground, Hero’s stake plunged deep into their neck.

Hero, too stunned to speak, stared at Villain as they turned back to face them, a wicked grin plastered on the criminal’s face. They pulled Hero close to them with ease, securing their arms tightly around their waist.

“I really must thank you, Hero,” said the villain. “Superhero was no easy feat. They’ve been on my list for years now.”

It began to click together. “This was all just a plan to kill Superhero?” asked Hero.

“Of course,” Villain’s hand came up to lightly caress Hero’s face, a shock going down their spine from the tender touch. “And you played your part out perfectly.”

“Played my part?” Hero asked. Villain nodded, their face so close to Hero’s, their breath fanned over their face. “You knew I would come save you.”

“Was counting on it. We make a pretty good team, you and I.” Something in Villain’s eyes changed, an idea coming to them. A wonderful idea that left Villain feeling almost giddy at the prospect.

“Why don’t we do just that? Become a team. We can reign terror on the world together, kill heroes together. We’ll be the Bonnie and Clyde of the twenty-first century. Only more dangerous. And more powerful.”

Hero glanced between the villain’s hopeful gaze to the dead superhero on the ground. The superhero they inadvertently helped Villain kill. Bile rose at the back of their throat at Villain’s plan, what they were asking. They wanted Hero to turn their back on the very core of their being. Do evil instead of fight it.

They glanced at the villain once more, mouth opened to speak. But before they could usher out a single syllable, they lost consciousness, the exhaustion from blood loss finally catching up to them.

Villain grinned.

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