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j0eyj0rdis0n · 7 months

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Wait hear me out , pls do sm about EJ , like him being a soft dom and some overstimulation with CNC pussy eating and creampie (ik cnc is often written as rough but could you make it more soft , like boyfriend EJ Just not caring about your struggling, instead he just softly pets you and shush's you while he takes advantage of you, lovingly ofc)

ABSOLUTELY!! I always love your requests btw 🖤

SOFT DOM EYELESS JACK

Fandom: Creepypasta

Plot: Jack takes you when he wants, but that doesn’t mean he’s mean about it

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (i honestly can’t really tell so I leave it to you), oral briefly, unprotected sex, creampie

It had been a busy day running around on missions, the last thing you wanted was to get down and dirty with Jack… But when he has his mind made, well… He knows what he wants. And tonight he wanted you. He wasn’t big with words and you knew that. But when you tried to reason him off of you, he wasn’t having it at all.

He worked your pants off, gently pushing you back on his heavily blanketed bed. The only sounds that came from him were soft purrs as he took off your underwear, moving his mask to the side so he could get a taste.

“Jack off! I don’t want this right now…” You groaned, half from annoyance and half from pleasure as his tongue delved its way into you.

Your words still didn’t change his mind and you could see this wasn’t going to go your way. He gently ran his hands down your thighs leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His warm tongue worked magic on your folds, getting you to whine and push him away just like he liked. He loved knowing you were too weak to get away from him even if you put effort behind it. He loved how small your hands were against his shoulders as you push harder, not making him budge one single inch from your sweet core.

He looked up at you with an evil grin, putting his razor teeth on full display for you. “Oh darling, you can’t get away from me. It’s useless trying. Now let me take care of you.” He left gentle kisses up your thighs, giving small nips here and there to mix a little pleasure with pain.

You don’t stop your futile fight as he pulls off his pants, letting his erect cock spring free. “See dear? This will stretch you out just perfectly! Remember last time?” He mumbled against your thigh before standing up so you could see him in his full glory.

Oh you remembered last time… All 8 inches of it… And the worry was evident on your face. You watched as Jacks cock twitched at your expression.

“Don’t be worried darling, I’ll take good care of you~”

He ran the tip of his throbbing dick against your slit, making sure to collect as much of your slick as he possibly could. After all, he doesn’t want to hurt you too bad. Your nervous whimpers brought out the monster in him that he tried so hard to keep at bay. He would ruin you if you kept up those sweet noises. You’re lucky he didn’t tear you apart right now!

“J-Jack please… I don’t wanna hurt…”

He only shushed you with a smile, slowly entering you with a hiss. You were the closest to heaven he’d ever get to and he was feeling it now. He prayed you wouldn’t bleed, oh god would that drive him absolutely feral. Your scent of arousal was already so strong it made his head dizzy, he didn’t know if he could take the scent of your sweet blood. The mix might actually make him sick.

He watched as small tears rolled down your plump cheeks. How delicious. He starts off slow, nice and soft for you. He does care after all. But as your slick begins to build up, your whines grow louder, your hole squeezes his cock in just the right way, he can’t hold himself back. He hits the spots you didn’t even know could be reached. It made your toes curl as you desperately clung to him, panting over and over again how it’s “too much” or you “couldn’t take it”. He didn’t take a single word you said seriously. In one ear and out the other. You weren’t done until he said so.

Jack let out a low growl as he saw the bulge reappear in your core with each loving thrust.

“I want to eat you up so bad. All to myself. All for me.” He hissed desperately, feeling his orgasm building along with yours. He could always tell by the look in your pretty eyes that your orgasm was dangerously close. The pleading look they gave him, the salty tears that he loved to lick up. You were close, oh so close.

With a few circles around your clit with his precise fingers and a couple deep thrusts you came undone. Your pretty pants filling the room along with the sloppy wet sounds that continued as Jack chased after his orgasm. He loved the feeling of filling you up, knowing that you, his mate, could possibly have his babies. His hot seed filled you up with one final thrust. The demon kissed your neck greedily, pulling out slowly, watching the way your hole throbbed around nothing.

“My darling did so well~” he cooed, cleaning you up slowly but surely, making sure to get every drop that could get your pretty self all sticky. “I’m so proud of you love.” He laid next to you, stroking your hair and kissing your tears away, making sure to lick his lips to taste how sweet you are.

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kausstar · 10 months

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LET LOOSE

tyler durden x reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.1k

tyler didn’t take most things seriously, he would always grin from ear to ear when nothing was funny but he took things that came down to you a bit serious.

tags no description of reader besides you being good at pool and having ass! swearing. the narrator is referred to as “jack” because that’s what he calls himself in the movie. the plot is different from the movie. bleeding. fighting. violence. not proofread (it never is lol).

𝓴aus. i rewatched the movie and probably liked over 100 edits on tiktok about this movie so i could write this. i am too underrated for this.

just like every saturday, you, tyler and the brown haired, 30-year-old who couldn’t stop bitching about this “marla” chick, sat in a booth together at your favorite bar. jack on one side while you and tyler sat on the other— you probably resting your legs on his as you listened to jack’s rants.

“almost killed herself last week, fucking drug addiction,” jack says before taking a couple sips of beer, bags under his eyes practically becoming a usual thing to see. “she called you first?” you ask, feeling tyler stretch an arm over your shoulders. “yeah. she always does,” he groans as tyler mindlessly looks down at his watch on his right arm, then looks up at the two of you. “see?” he points at him, making the two of you look his way. “that right there is why you have that problem: she’s relying on you- draining you from the inside-out,” tyler says, gesturing up and down towards jack as he leaned over the table slightly.

“let loose,” tyler said, sitting all the way back in his sit. only the three of you knew what it meant because you promised you wouldn’t speak directly about it out in public. fight club was for people who needed that relief from the week days filled with government controlled jobs, contracts and systems. there is no need for crying and bitching when you were getting punched in the face, tyler believed. jack never understood how the two of you enjoyed watching people bleed from their mouths but tyler knew he would like it all the same, he just needed a little push.

“speaking of “letting loose” how much time do we have left?” you spoke, breaking the silence. tyler looks down at his watch again then looks over to you. “20 minutes.” 20 minutes until the basement of your favorite bar was filled with men who’s fists were itchy to crash into someone’s face. “well, i’m gonna go play pool,” you mumble out quickly before removing your legs from tyler’s, allowing him to get out of the booth so you can stand. once you’re out, he slides himself back into the empty seat.

you look over to jack and give him a provoking look he’s seen time and time again. “think about it,” you lightly smile. 10 minutes after you had left, jack had already started to ramble off again, talking about nonsense that could easily be fixed and that was in his complete control: that’s why tyler didn’t listen. “are you even listening?” jack groans. his groans made the blonde give him a short glance, just for him to look back the way he’d been looking for the past 10 minutes.

“no, and i haven’t for a while so once you’re done wallowing in self-pity…” tyler gives him another short glance but with a grin this time. “you can feast your eyes on something worth living for,” he finished, nudging his head in the direction behind his friend towards to the pool tables. now knowing tyler’s definition of “something worth living for”, he hopes he doesn’t see anything that’ll scar him for life, and fortunately, he doesn’t. it’s just you playing pool with two guys that are giving you the googly eyes of a lifetime. he’s confused so he looks over to tyler but only finds his friend grinning at you. jack looks back over to you, trying to find what was so special.

you stood in the farthest corner of the pool table from the two of them as you watched one of the them hit the white ball. once the loud noise of the balls hitting each other and two going into the holes cleared, the man stands from his leaning position and looks over at you, proudly. you only give him a grin, clearly not too impressed. you say nothing before taking a couple steps over.

the men playing only gave each other a grin (one that you didn’t catch) before looking back over at you who was leaning on the table, ribs touching the rim. tyler could see you perfectly from where he was sitting, arm up on the booth seat behind him, grin cut into his face, and eyes burning holes into the curve of your ass and that pretty face. he made sure to keep an eye an on the guys you were playing with who stood a bit too close to you for his liking but he let it slip his mind, allowing himself to focus on you.

once you lined up your stick, you took the shoot and watch as the 8 ball fell right where you wanted it. you smiled but quickly stopped when you feel a hand slide down the curve of your back to the top of your ass. you’re quick to stand from your leaning position. “what the fuck!?” tyler quickly stands from the booth and walks up from behind you. the guy removes his hand from you and take a couple steps back after spotting him, but tyler is quick to stand in front of you and throw a punch to the guys face.

you could practically hear his nose break under the impact. “what’s your fucking problem?” the guy swears, sharing a glance between tyler and his bloody fingers as he touched his bleeding nose. “we were playing pool,” he growled, finally covering his nose with his hand. “what? you think i didn’t see you getting a feel, dick face?” tyler asks, tilting his head to the side slightly with a grin. the guy says nothing making tyler grab him by his shirt and punch him a couple more time.

the guy was starting to go slightly limp in his grasp as he continued to throw punches. “take that shit downstairs, man!” irvine yells walking through the crowd that had gathered to watch—that you hadn’t seem to notice until then. tyler notices the voice and stops. before he lets him go though, he takes a good look the guy, face bloody, eye black and swollen, and cheeks bruised then turns his ear to you.

“you think that’s enough, baby?” he grins, his slightly leaning position giving you a clear view of the guys face. “perfect,” you grin, and tyler smile even harder. he then loses his grip on the guys shirt and tosses him slightly. him almost falling over as a result but before he can tyler whispers, “i got ya,” to himself before, locking hands with the guy and helps him gain his balance. with no intentions of letting his hand go, tyler gives the crowd a look before turning his attention back to the man and leaning in to whisper. “next time, i’ll make sure it’s both eyes,” he whispers, before pulling back with a grin and a wink.

tyler grabs the guy’s wallet from his pocket picks a couple buck from it, before folding the bucks in half between his fingers and waves it in his face. “payment… you know, for my worries,” he grins before passing it back to you and you take it proudly. he slips the wallet back into his pocket and gives him one last look before punching him dead in his face again, but this time he hits the floor, hard. before irvine could yell out, tyler puts his hands up with a grin. “my hands slipped. sorry.”

irvine only gives the both of you a hard glare as you and him walk around the pool table. tyler checks his watch as he walks, smile beaming. “showtime,” he whispers to himself. “you’re a pain in my ass,” irvine groans as the two of you walk pass him to get to the basement. “love you too,” tyler grins before patting him on his chest. “come on, jack.” you gestured for your friend who stood smiling like most people in the crowd.

 2023 kausstar.

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Loki + Jack The Ripper with a Muerte the Wolf! S/o:

LIKE THE READER HAS THE SAME MANNERISMS AND JUST IS DEATH, NOT A DEATH GOD, THEY JUST ARE DEATH. Also Handsome is used in a gender neutral term here btw!"

Loki:

You always had a certain distaste when it came to Gods. They were, if not just as bad, as humans when it came to appreciating their lives because you knew already that even God's could bleed. When Ragnarok started, you essentially became a janitor as you took the souls of dead mortals to Niflhiem, and were confused when you had to escort two God's souls but it made you slightly proud, knowing that these humans were willing to fight for their entire survival and for their future generations...they may not have been as hopeless as you thought.

"Hello, (tall/small), dark, and handsome!" A voice called out to you.

Unlike some people.

"Loki. Leave me be, I have work to attend too." You brush him off, not bothering to look back at the green-haired God.

However that did not stop him from being as annoying as ever and floating in front of you, his face upside down as he gave you one of his signature creepy little smiles. You scoffed and ducked down under him but he immediately stood upright, his feet landing on the ground.

As of late, the God of Deciet started hanging around you more. You couldn't really fathom as to WHY, maybe because he thought you were interesting or maybe because he knew you wanted to be left alone and just wanted to bother you anyways. Regardless, you've been pestered by him non stop for ages.

"Aw, but you always have work!" He whines, grabbing your cloak and pulling you towards him.

You make no reaction as you fall into his arms and you let out an animalistic growl as he hugs you tightly and nuzzles his cheek with yours.

"If I didn't know any better, (Y/n), it's almost like you don't like me!"

You harshly shove him off of you and try to walk off but he catches up to you rather quickly. He was oddly more determined than usual to get in your way, "So, what did you think of the fight just now? Aren't the humans exciting!?"

You smiled at him, "I'll agree with you on that. I'm gonna be honest, I'm quite proud of them."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes." Then your eyes go from (e/c) to red as you step in front of him with a wolfish grin, "I wonder if they'll finally make you Gods realize that one day, I'll come for you all, too."

Loki blinks but then laughs at your words, causing you to become stone-faced once more seeing how your intimidation didn't work on him, either because he was too arrogant or too out of his mind.

"Believe me, if I could die a thousand deaths just so you would come to me just once, I would," He sighs dreamily, making you roll your eyes and turn away from him, "But, alas, it seems you're too insistent on playing hard to get!"

It feels very noteworthy to mention that you've been playing "hard to get" with him for a good portion of your existence and considering how death was neverending, it has been a very long time. You learned long ago you shouldn't bother to get attached to people because you knew that you couldn't keep them, you'd have to take them and give them up at some point, and this tournament only proved that not even the God of Deceit would be any different if the humans could kill gods. Not that you'd be super upset if he were to die, regardless of how managed to rile up all your emotion, it would still be all the same.

"...Answer me this, God, would you still smile at me the way you do now if I had to escort you to Niflhiem?"

Loki seemed taken aback by your question and tapped his chin, pretending to think about your inquiry before giving you a sly smile.

"Only if you send me off with a kiss~"

You narrow your eyes at him but begin to walk away from him. You should've known better than to ask a serious question to a foolish God.

Jack the Ripper:

Jack wondered if he was able to die a second time in the afterlife, well...he knew he was able too considering he just killed a God, but he wonders what would happen if he just dropped to the ground, laying down and succumbing to the injuries bestowed into him by Hercules and the crowd. Would he go to Niflhiem? Or would he just go to Hell?

He didn't get the chance to find out because once he fell to his knees, he felt another person grab one of his arms and put it around their shoulder. He feels their hand on his back supporting him as they both stood up together and then walked down the hall.

"I truly do believe that you're cursed, Jack." You sigh softly, shaking your head. He looks up at you, you can see him doing so from your peripheral vision and you chuckle to yourself softly, "Honestly, it amazes me how you're capable of such cruelty and yet, you still have such innocent eyes."

You speak to him like you are an old friend to him, in fact, you feel awfully familiar to him. He's certain that he's never met you before in his life, however, he would've remembered someone with such a beautiful color. You...you embodied it, you embodied his favorite color of life fleeting from a person, but there was more to your color than just that. You were a macabre work of art, so if you had met...surely he would've remembered you!

"D...Do I know you?" He asked, trying his best not to cough up blood. You shake your head, "No...but I do know you. After all, we have worked with each other quite a few times in the past. Five times to be exact."

He narrowed his eyes, now he surely felt like he would've remembered you, especially if he met you five times. You chuckle at his furrowed brows as he tries to think about what you were talking about.

"You might not have seen me, but you have felt me." You tease, finding the look on his face quite endearing.

He wonders what on Earth you could've possibly meant by that, thinking long and hard. Yes, you did feel familiar. You felt calm to be around, perhaps slightly bit ominous, but you felt like...like the silence after a tragedy occurs. Solemn, causing slight anxiety to those around you, but then...quiet. Calm yet suspenseful.

Ah, he knows who you are now.

And you can see it in his eyes that he recognizes you.

"(Y/n)." He says, making it your turn to be shocked,

He was supposed to know you, but the fact he calls you...that name instead of your generally well-known one surprises you. He notices your expression change and smiles, "I do apologize if that was improper of me, but something inside me was telling me to call you that."

He was an odd one indeed.

"Don't apologize, I also feel as though we can drop the formalities, Jack." You chuckle.

You bring him the medical wing of the stadium and as you lay him down on the gurney, he grabs your arm before you pull it away.

"Thank you...for being with me all my life, (Y/n)." He grins.

If you had a heart, you were sure it would break from how true his words are. You had followed him along for quite a long time until you caught up to him, and now here you were, this time, he was able to finally see you.

"You truly are a cursed man." You sigh sadly, squeezing his hand reassuringly before standing up and leaving.

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qierxing · 1 year

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okay but what NRC had an exchange program? (and even more dramatic, from RSA?)

Heartslabyul is welcoming to you as the dorm tasked with making sure you are comfortable with them for the duration of the program. And even if it means memorizing the hefty long list of the Queen's rules, you have to say that each day in the dorm is never a boring one. Ace and Deuce challenged you to a duel the second you stepped through the doorway; which you accepted, not because you were actually goaded into it, but rather it was rather cute to see them so worked up about 'showing how they're better than some prissy RSA kid'. They lost, much to their mortification and to their upperclassman's amusement. Cater recorded the whole fight and while Ace is begging for him to delete the video, Trey praises you for your magical ability. It certainly takes getting used to, but gradually Ace doesn't try to rat you out all time to Riddle in hopes of getting you kicked out. Riddle may have been someone who religiously upheld his dorm's rules, but you saw him for what he was: a young prodigy who had been pushed to the limit. Besides, you can't take him seriously when he makes that cute pout! It's a ball everyday with them, whether it be studying together, having a merry Unbirthday party, or playing a casual game of croquet with the flamingos and hedgehogs. Though, as the end of the program draws closer, there's a strange tension in their eyes and when you thank them for the time spent together they frown rather than smile. It's getting to be a little discomforting, but you don't know that they're planning to make your stay permanent.

you had your doubts about Savannaclaw, but after some time passed, Leona warms up to you and somehow the nickname "herbivore" has a fond tinge when he demands you do something for him. Even if Ruggie says otherwise, he's also begun to slip you treats when you're struggling with your homework, saying the sugar helps and he expects help with Leona's laundry later. Jack is a friend you befriend all too easily, his honest and eager personality endearing himself to you well. You have to hold yourself from laughing when his tail wags at your compliments, how could he be so adorable? Lately, though, they've been high strung. It's getting to the point where Leona snaps at Ruggie for taking you from your shared chess game, while Ruggie barks back that he needs someone to help him with the laundry list of chores the prince saddled him with, all while Jack scoffs from the sidelines and herds you off to a private study session. You've heard about pack solidarity being common among beastmen, but this is the first time you're feeling it this strongly, and personally, at that. But it's not comforting at all to see them finally band together under Leona's leadership. not when you're left staring at the poor bloke who's bleeding out from a multitude of lacerations, just for the crime of throwing playground insults at you.

your fellow classmates give you a pitying look when Headmaster Crowley announces that you will be under the care of Octavinelle's dorm. at first, you're not sure why, because Azul greets you with a gentlemanly smile and bow, but as you spend more time with Jade and Floyd in the Mostro Lounge, you see why. although his one track mind on profits is a bit off-putting, you would be lying if you weren't impressed with his work ethic. He's true to his dorm's spirit of benevolence, but you've seen the glint in his eye when he tells you that you're free to ask him for any help...at the correct price. You aren't keen on getting into trouble during your stay so you smile politely and say you'll keep it in mind. It troubles him greatly though: you so easily cover Floyd's shifts without complaining when he goes off on his moods, not because of the possible money earned, but rather just to help him and Floyd out. What an absurd thought. But it comes to dawn on him that you're just naturally helpful, to the point where even Jade has commented he worries for how easily you will drop something to help someone. It's now common to be flanked by the twins, and if not them, then their infamous housewarden is enough to ward off unwanted ruffians. While you're unsure of why you've suddenly become a VIP in Azul's eyes, you're not willing to pry further, not arguing when Floyd cackles and drags you along to do something fun or Jade asks you to taste test his drinks for him. You won't like the constraints put on you, he knows, but you don't know what's good for you. being nice to others has never lent itself to anyone in NRC, and if he has to snare you in his own contract under his care to show you, then he has no qualms doing so.

most likely, you heard of Scarabia before, because Kalim being heir to the Asim clan is already very well known in RSA, and you've heard his cousin talk about him in passing between classes. What you weren't expecting was the very enthusiastic greeting he gives you as his vice housewarden sighs with a weary face that seemed quite used to this scenario. You're a bit overwhelmed, to be honest. Kalim's prepared a whole banquet to welcome you to the dorm, and you're not sure if you can keep up with his unlimited energy in the upcoming weeks. Poor Jamil, you often try to make his side a bit easier, whether it be collecting everyone's dishes for him at the end of the meal or helping tidy the place after the numerous banquets Kalim impulsively holds. That's not to say you dislike Kalim per say, but you cannot deny Jamil's knowing glance when the two of you were struggling to hold Kalim back from his next impulsive move. It's not all bad. You've learned how to cook Scalding Sands cuisine courtesy of Jamil and Kalim is really fun when it comes to show you new kinds of dances at parties. This exchange program has really broadened your horizons just as you hoped when you applied! Then Kalim drops a bomb on you out of nowhere—mentioning something about how he asked for Crowley for permission to get you actually transferred to NRC just like he did. What? Why are you so surprised? You liked spending time with them, right? Then you should just transfer! Kalim's intentions may have been good, but you catch a glimpse of Jamil's smirk behind him, not even changing when he sees your desperate gaze.

same with Pomefiore, as there is no one in Twisted Wonderland who hasn't heard of Vil Schoenheit (unless they've been living under a rock). You're a bit intimidated under his cool gaze, but he beckons you closer and a small breath of relief leaves you when he merely adjusts your uniform and starts showing you around. In time, you learn to live with the big shadow that Vil casts in Pomefiore, now accustomed to seeing the star's face in real life rather than on television. Besides, you've discovered he's rather down to earth more than you expected, often giving you advice on how to treat your skin when it acts up as usual or diets that are tailored to help you. It makes it easier to see Vil for, well, a dorm housewarden and regular third year, rather than Vil, the untouchable star. Epel rolls his eyes when you try to gently defend Vil whenever he complains about his strict routines of deep cleaning the lounge and skincare for the whole dorm. Rook smiles at you mysteriously at his side, proclaiming 'how wonderful that someone from RSA understands the pursuit of beauty!', whatever that meant. Flattered as you are that Vil has now warmed up to you, you don't like how his gaze has become suffocating to be under, always by his side like some accessory piece to his look. Epel helps you escape his eyes several times now, but you're starting to believe that it's no longer as innocent as just helping a fellow student get a breath of air from Vil's unmoving thumb. Besides, there's been a feeling of being watched on these excursions...as if someone was tracking your every movement, and it's unnerving to the point of glancing behind you every so often. Hopefully things will return back to normal now that you're about to head back to RSA. Perhaps you should forgo the farewell dinner and toast that the three offer you before you leave.

you were very confused on who was supposed to be helping you in Ignihyde. Ortho insisted he wasn't the housewarden, but you haven't seen the housewarden for a week now. Are you missing something here? Idia almost screams your ears off when you bump into him in the communal kitchen when you were trying to get water (who the hell makes instant noodles at two in the morning??). Wasn't the most pleasant first meeting, but Ortho tries his best to get his older brother to show himself outside his tablet, and sometimes he succeeds, even if there's mostly awkward silences between you two. He's getting better and you realize when you sit down to play a game with Ortho that more often than not, Idia will come slinking out of his room like a feral cat to join you. You begin to actually exchange more conversations over his inventions, both your technical skills a mutual connection. You're good with your hands and combined with Idia's technological prowess, the two of you come to make some seriously impressive artful masterpieces. He gets very flustered with all the new, genuinely awed attention from the others, and when you tell him it's a good thing, he mutters something under his breath and hides behind his hair. You suppose it takes time, being under the spotlight could be unnerving for someone who has debilitating social anxiety. But it seems like Idia is regressing into old habits that Ortho pushed him out of, staying in his room hours on end, and when you try to see what the problem is, he breaks down and starts going off about ungrateful people and how you deserve someone better than a loser than him. When you end up staying to console, you miss the smirk he hides under your arms as he clicks the door locks shut with a press of a button.

before you even got to process being in Diasomnia, Sebek gave you a whole lecture to "demonstrate proper manners before his master!" before he was held back by Silver and Lilia with several apologies. The so called 'master' doesn't even blink an eye as he observes you before turning around, effectively a full dismissive snub. You're a bit offended, but you don't dare say anything, what with Sebek glaring at you and also Malleus being known for being a powerful mage which you were not willing to test. So you resign yourself to having not so pleasant stay at the dorm, but perhaps you're a bit too harsh. Silver is rather kind and even if he falls asleep over your shared study sessions, he was still much preferable to his adoptive father, who has no idea how to cook something edible. Or his underclassman, who often sneers down at your nose for being human for the weirdest of reasons. Things only start to change ever so slightly when you help Malleus with printing out his homework for Trein's class. Since then, he insists on going to you for tech issues constantly, like some middle aged mother asking her child to fix her phone that has a thousand browser tabs open. Sebek starts to lighten up somewhat when he sees that you're not hostile to his lord and grumpily acknowledges that you've been helpful, but only just a little bit! Don't delude yourself that you were on par with him, an actual retainer! You've begun to realize that this is just how Sebek acts and over time begun to get used to his loud and blunt remarks just as you got used to Silver falling asleep in your study sessions. Lilia, for how esteemed he is hailed as, profoundly changes your perspective when he presents to you a burnt crisp of chicken legs, meant to be a snack for you to thank you for socializing his 'little ducklings'. He merely cackles when you take his dish and tell him that his food tastes absolutely terrible. He just pats your head and floats off to who knows where, leaving you with an indescribable taste in your mouth. You'd think it's just a tasteless prank between students but when you're bedridden from the food and the four of them are the only ones that are taking care of you, it's become a bit unsettling. Silver may have stopped his 'old man' to not feed you his concoctions again, but why is it that you're not getting any better from this food poisoning? Strange...if this keeps up, you won't be able to head back to RSA on time. When you worriedly ask Lilia and Malleus about this, they merely tilt their heads and smile with fanged teeth. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that." is the last thing they leave you with, before you're left alone in your bedroom, too sick to even move.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #my works

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starry-hughes · 1 year

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missed chances and filler dates

nico hischier x reader

summary: nico and you have lived together for years, both pining after one another but filling your lives with crappy dates.

requested: yes!

warnings: angst because i love angst.

You met Nico back when he first moved to New Jersey. You were attending school there and met him at a little coffee shop near the rink. Your friendship had only blossomed from there, and by his second year, the two of you were signing a lease together for an apartment. You were living off a student budget, and he was living off an NHL paycheck. You and Nico compromised, getting a small but nice apartment. Nico was always happy to spend a little bit more money on furniture for you or pay a little bit more in rent since he spent the summer away in Switzerland.

Nico had liked you from the moment he met you, but he never acted on his feelings. After one year of living together, the two of you continued to live with one another. He was stuck being your roommate. You had decided that after a year of living with him, you loved Nico. He was sweet and cared a lot about you. The two of you silently pining after one another. Although Jack felt like he was going in circles, hearing Nico talk about how much he liked you at practice, then hearing you talk about how much you liked Nico whenever Jack and you were alone.

Even though you liked Nico, you were still trying to find a boyfriend that wasn’t him. You didn’t want to cross the uncharted territory that was sleeping with and dating your roommate. Plus, Nico was your longtime friend, and you would hate for that friendship to be tarnished if anything negative happened. So you attempted to distract yourself with Tinder dates or blind dates. But none of them ever worked out.

Nico wasn’t one to go out on many dates, but he was trying out something new. He let Dougie set him up on a date. The boys were always chirping at him for never going out on dates, and Nico was tired of it.

You returned home late from work. You graduated from college a year ago and found work at an office space near the apartment. You found a note on the fridge from Nico, saying he had a date and not to wait up for him if you didn’t want to. It was typical behavior for the two of you to grab dinner together or make something, depending on if there were groceries. You sighed, reading his note, feeling a soft pang in your heart, knowing that he was on a date. Nico is a good guy, you thought. Anyone would be lucky to be on a date with him, you thought. You tried not to let your jealousy bleed into your night as you ordered a pizza for dinner.

The date went okay. Nothing spectacular. It was nothing to write home about, other than the fact that Nico’s date didn’t seem to be a fan of you. When she asked about him and his interests, somehow, his conversation always drifted back to you. He could have spoken about hockey or Switzerland, but he kept on talking about you. “You sure you’re not dating your roommate?” she laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Nico asked softly.

“I’m just saying, you keep on bringing up this other girl. It’s honestly not comforting to hear since me and you are on a date, not you and her.”

Nico was a bit embarrassed after that. Nico dropped her off at her place before returning to the apartment. He was assuming that he would not be seeing his date again. Unlocking the door, Nico smiled, seeing you curled up on the couch with a pizza box on the coffee table.

Nico joined you on the couch, looking at the tv that was playing a random movie. You swung your legs into Nico’s lap, and he chuckled, his hands beginning to massage your legs. “Bad night?” you questioned. “The date didn’t go well. Yeah, she didn’t like how I kept mentioning you,” Nico explained.

You almost whipped your head to look at him. “You kept mentioning me?” you asked Nico. “I mean, yeah, of course. You’re my roommate and my friend. She said that it was like I was on a date with you, not her and me,” he mumbled. Nico and you both watched the movie on the tv before you decided to head off to bed.

“I’ve got work in the morning,” you stated, removing your legs from Nico’s lap, and leaning over to kiss his cheek, “night.”

“Night,” he called after you as you walked down the hall to your bedroom. The conversation about his date was not brought up for the rest of the night under Nico got to practice the other day. He almost charged down Miles in the dressing room. “I need advice.”

After Nico explained to Miles what happened, Miles laughed, “Sounds like you need to go out on a date with (Y/N), Cap.” Nico had then asked Jack and Dawson for advice, and they gave him the same answer as Miles did. Nico was confused about what to do. He had known you for years, yet he had no idea how to tell you about his feelings.

Nico was conflicted, stuck in his thoughts, when he returned home to the apartment at lunchtime. He sat and brewed in his feelings for the whole day. The only thing that pulled him out of his thoughts was the sound of your keys unlocking the door. You had been in a rush leaving work, and your coworker Rachel had surprised you by setting you up on a blind date. You had joked a week ago saying that you would let her set you up on a date, but you thought she had forgotten about the conversation.

That’s why it was such a surprise when she stopped by your desk asking if you were free for the night. When you told her yes, she told you she had set you up on a date. You were rushing to change out of your work clothes when you got home to be able to be on time for this date you barely wanted to go on.

“How was work?” Nico called out after you as you practically ran into your bedroom. You were choosing a random outfit. “Fine!” you shouted as you quickly changed. “I was thinking we could watch that one movie you wanted me to see?” Nico said as he scrolled through his phone to order food. He thought that he would finally be able to tell you how he felt later tonight.

“I would love to watch Pitch Perfect with you, but Rachel, you know my coworker, right? The one with the really blonde hair? She set me up on a date tonight,” you explained before walking back out to the living room, “do I look fine?” you questioned. Nico’s heart fell to his stomach. You were going on a date tonight. “You always look good,” Nico simply said.

You quickly fixed your hair and grabbed your jacket. “I’ll be home later!” you said and quickly kissed his cheek before running out of the apartment. Nico watched sadly as you left the apartment for this date. Guess he could hide his feelings for you a little longer.

#nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nj devils imagine #nico hischier fic #nico hischier blurb #hockey fic

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sakumasmut · 2 years

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Hi! I just read your Mao fic and it was so hot... The way you describe the neediness, the desperation just makes me feel things.

Can I req for dom Ibara and fem reader (in an established relationship) having a little *ahem* game on bed where Ibara would thrust a vibrating dildo in the reader for a certain amount of time while dirty talking her? If she can refrain from cumming before the timer sets off he would reward her by letting her suck his cock and eating his love juices and filling up her pussy real good, but if she "loses" he will tie her up with the vibrating dildo still inside on low mode while watching him jack off and cum on the bedsheets instead?(the outcome of game is for you to decide but personally I would love to get filled up by Ibara *sobs*)

The ready most certainly has a huge breeding kink, and some degradation kink and size kink? And Ibara really enjoys seeing her cry and beg for his dick? I am so sorry if this makes you uncomfy to write about!

tysm! I’m glad a lot of people like the mao fic. this request was honestly sooo good, I couldn’t wait to write it!

Ibara Saegusa x Fem!Reader

tags/warnings: light bondage, sex toys (vibrator/dildo), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, degredation, dirty talk, vaginal sex, overstimulation, size kink, creampie, blowjobs

ao3 link

“You’re quite a whore, aren’t you?”

Ibara smirked as you struggled underneath him, your wrists bound together tightly above your head. One of your legs was lifted high up into the air and held in place by one of his arms, his other hand busy thrusting a vibrating dildo into your needy cunt.

“Look at you, taking cock like a bitch in heat.”

As he spoke, he pushed the toy in, making you feel it pulse inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, but you couldn’t let yourself get lost in it. Your boyfriend had made it clear that to win this game of his, you had to be obedient, so you weren’t allowed to cum until the time was up. But he was so rough in his attacks that you had already lost track of how many minutes had passed, not to mention you didn’t know how much longer you’d last.

“You’re so desperate for cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” You sobbed as your muscles clenched around the dildo, trying not to cum despite how good it felt inside of you. “I need your cock so badly, Ibara!”

“Hmph, do you really? This toy is already enough to satisfy you, isn’t it? You don’t need my dick.”

“N-No!” You whined, hips pushing towards him. “Ibara, I want you! It needs to be you!”

“Then prove it, slut.” He taunted, pushing the dildo in deeper. You bit your lip so hard it was probably going to bleed. The stimulation was too much, but you needed to persevere. It was taking everything you had not to cum right then and there.

“It’s astounding that your tiny body can take such a large toy.” He cooed, pressing the palm of his hand against your cunt. “It’s like you were made to take dick. That’s all you're good for, hm?”

“Y-Yes!” You began to cry, your body shaking in frustration at a lack of release. Ibara wiped away a tear from your cheek, smiling at you.

“I could just leave this inside you for hours while I take care of myself.” He hummed, pulling the toy out slowly and pressing the vibrating tip against your swollen lips. “You’d surely enjoy it, just look at how unravelled you are.”

You couldn’t speak anymore, the only thing coming out of your mouth incoherent sobs and pleas for him to fuck you. Ibara savored how you looked, tears streaming down your face and begging for his dick while he outright refused to give you what you wanted, instead plunging the vibrator into you again and again. You practically screamed in relief when you heard the timer go off on his phone, and he tapped the screen to turn the vibrations off. The dildo inside you stilled, and he pulled the toy out slowly, holding it up to show you how soaked it was.

“Well well, I guess you’re an obedient little slut after all.” He put the toy aside and devoured you with his eyes, moving his hand to pull his boxers down.

“I suppose a good whore should be rewarded.”

Your mouth watered as his erection finally sprung up, his tip leaking pre-cum. Ibara fully pushed your legs apart and didn’t waste a moment to fully sheathe himself inside of you. For being the one to make you wait, it seemed like he wasn’t keen on doing it himself. The dildo had more than prepared you, but your small body was still so tight around him. He couldn’t help but groan at how well you squeezed his member. You wailed as Ibara pounded your insides, the wet sounds filling the air music to his ears. You came almost immediately, walls clenching around his cock as he relentlessly continued thrusting into you.

“Ibara!” You gasped, the way he was rubbing your insides making you build up to your second orgasm already. “T-Too much!”

“You’ll take what I give you, cockwhore.” He growled, going even faster. “I’ll fill you up with my cum until I’m completely empty, then I’ll fuck you some more to make sure it takes.”

The bed creaked as he slammed his cock deeper into you, and your choked up sobs mixed with your moans as you felt a second orgasm already on its way to join the first.

“Beg for it, /name/. Beg for my cock like the fucking whore you are.”

“Please!” You practically screamed, “Breed me, fill me up Ibara!”

His tip pressed against your cervix, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as you came again, walls squeezing tightly around his dick, begging for his seed. He grunted and pushed his cock in as deep as it would go, his thick sperm shooting into your womb. Ibara breathed heavily as he pulled out, his cock completely covered in a mixture of both his seed and your juices. His cum oozed out of your hole, staining the sheets white and filling the air with the smell of sex.

You weren’t done yet, though—far from it. He gripped your hair and brought your face to his twitching member, still hard despite just cumming a moment ago. You opened your mouth obediently and felt him push it past your lips. A muffled moan came from you as you ran your tongue around his length, tasting your own juices as well as his salty spunk. His cock just felt so good in your mouth, you wanted to suck on it until he came again. Ibara pulled your head away before you could get what you wanted though, and you let out a pathetic whine from the loss of contact.

“Now now,” Ibara chuckled, pushing you back down onto the mattress. “As much as I’d love to let you drink it, we can’t let any of my seed go to waste, can we?”

He pressed your legs up higher to your chest, and licked his lips as he watched the way your cum-covered cunt contracted at his words. The night was far from over.

#enstars smut #enstars x reader smut #nsft es!!#ensemble stars smut #ibara saegusa smut #request

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ladylooch · 8 months

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Thinking about our boy Woody and the story he published 🫥 what if he dated a girl from New Jersey who cheers for Devils and “refusas” to cheer for Avalanche, even when he is playing for the team? I thought of something funny, because I feel that Woody is the implicating type, but he can follow the path you prefer

Ahh! I was hoping someone would request Woody!! Thank you 😘

When the Devils and Avs first face off against each other, it’s in Denver in November. You showed up at the game, strutting your stuff in your Devils 44 jersey. You got a few looks from the Avs WAGS, but you smoothed it over by telling them it was all in good fun between you and Miles. They bought it for the most part.

After the game, you made sure to greet Nico and Jack and Dawson with big hugs while Miles watched. He said nothing, just rolled his eyes at your antics. He loves you. But he knows that even though you’re messing around, the trade has been hard for you. Leaving home so fast and suddenly, without a chance to say goodbye to everyone was tough.

Which is exactly why you choose to fly back to New Jersey for Miles’ return to the Prudential Center.

“You gonna cry tonight?” He had asked you during your FaceTime call earlier in the afternoon. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Maybe. And nice try attempting to hide my jersey so I couldn’t pack it.” Before he left, he had stuffed it under his side of the bed. He intentionally left a little bit of the sleeve sticking out so you would catch on to his prank. You’re teasing him about it now, but he sighs a bit heavy at the end of his laugh. Your smile drops into a neutral expression. “Does it bother you?” He shakes his head no.

“I know you’re still my biggest fan. One day you’ll like the team I play for too.” He licks his lip, wincing at the cut he got last game. His bottom lip is fat and angry.

“Don’t go fighting anyone tonight.” You point a finger at him.

“You know I’m hitting Jack hard at least once. He’ll know why too.”

“For the last time, he did not mean to touch my ass that night. It really was an accident.”

“How does a graze, turn into bent fingers?” Miles holds his hands up like he is cupping air. “No. One hit. Then we'll be even.” There is no point in arguing with him. Best of luck to Jack.

Miles purchased tickets for all your friends and family. Some of his family came down from Massachusetts as well. The group is dressed in a blend of Avs and Devils apparel as you go down to ice level to watch him warm up. You’re wearing your Devils jersey, waiting for him to see you. He skates a few laps, looking as chaotic and amped as you’ve ever seen him. When he goes to lean against the bench for some water, he looks for you. His sexy grin melts you when it spreads at the sight of you. He’s so happy, but he shakes his head at your Devils jersey. You reach for the hem, pulling it off to reveal the Avalanche jersey you packed without him knowing. He startles then visibly softens. You walk to the bench so you can chat with him next to the rail, weaving your way by several “welcome back Woody” signs.

“Baby. You look so good.” He compliments you, puckering his lips between the posts. You kiss him, ignoring the metal pressing into your cheeks.

“Only you could make me give up the Devils red.”

“So we are going to pretend you don’t have a Hischier shirt on under there?” He traces the outline of the horns above your breast bleeding through the white jersey.

“Yeah.”

“Fine with me.” He chuckles, kissing you one more time.

“Good luck, babe. Skate your ass off.” You murmur to him, taking a chance to stroke a brown curl off his forehead.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Let’s go!” He shouts, then darts back onto the ice, leaving behind an electric giggle in his wake.

#M. Wood blurb #hockey writing #hockey fan fiction #NHL blurb

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gothghostiie · 1 year

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König NSFW Alphabet

no one asked for this, enjoy

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

- super super cuddly, will snuggle up to you no matter what

- makes sure you’re okay, asking if you need anything (especially if he was dominant)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

- for himself it’s his hands and thighs. He knows both is incredibly strong and he takes a lot of pride in that

- about their partner: literally everything. He admires his partner all over, no matter what they look like, he literally worships the ground they walk on

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

- definitely likes cumming inside you

- he is happy with anything tho, but if not inside he likes to cum on your stomach

- over your hands if you’re topping

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- he likes being bitten hard; hard as in he’s bleeding hard

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

- doesn’t seem super experienced but absolutely knows what he’s doing, will adapt to what you enjoy too, he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

- When he’s topping, missionary

- when you’re topping cowgirl

- in general 69 with you on top, he loves the feeling of you collapsing onto him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

- a good mix of both

- smiling a lot, especially when you’re topping

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- a little bit of hair, well trimmed and clean tho

- carpet is a bit lighter. I just know it

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

- lots of pet names

- gentle touches

- hand holding while pinning you down >>>

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

- does it only when he’s really needy

- OR together with you/in front of you

- moans his partners name while masturbating

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- getting edged is HUGE

- loves begging, no matter who tops

- again, cumming inside and staying inside after he came

- overstimulating his partner gets him WILD

- soft bondage makes his heart flutter too

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

- definitely the bed

- or tied to a chair

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

- his partner cumming makes him incredibly horny

- praise, my man has a praise kink you can’t tell me otherwise

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- tbh he would do almost anything for his partner, as long as it doesn’t make him feel uneasy, insists on talking it through very detailed tho

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- a literal god at giving head

- eating you out, blowjobs, anything you can name; he’s great

- prefers giving over receiving but absolutely doesn’t mind receiving

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

- fully depends on his mood tbh, sometimes he just wants to fuck his brain out, sometimes its just about being close to his partner

-always a little sloppy when he’s close

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- prefers to have more time with his partner

- doesn’t mind a good quickie sometimes tho

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

- absolutely ready to try stuff, even if he’s unsure he’ll enjoy it

- might get flustered when you guys talk about trying something new

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

- very high stamina when topping, can easily go for a second and maybe even third round

- could give head for hours

- when being topped he cums rather fast, and gets all flustered and embarrassed about it

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- has toys but hides them

- enjoys using them on his partner and will shamelessly do it (toys are teammates, not enemies)

- also enjoys them being used on him but is too shy to bring it up mostly

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

- unknowingly teases by giving you looks, the way he touches you etc

- does it on purpose sometimes tho

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- loud af

- whines so much it’s insane

- will whisper a lot, no matter if it’s begging or complimenting you

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

- likes to act tough and dominant but is definitely more of a sub

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- black boxers.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

- not that high, pretty average

- can be easily made horny tho

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

- depends on how exhausted he is

- will definitely fall asleep while cuddling

#könig #konig #cod #call of duty #könig mw2 #könig headcanons #könig call of duty #konig call of duty #konig cod #nsft #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #gothghostiie

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zaungwrites · 5 months

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I wrote a thing

Was trying to just stretch my writing muscles after months of not. Inspired by Nora dipping back into Exy, and poked at a fic I was trying to write set at Edgar Allen. It took me a couple goes, but I'm p happy with the tone and characterisation of Link.

On the way home to and from college, Link has to walk by Castle Evermore. He holds his breath for the time it takes to move past it and is ever so careful to keep his eyes averted. Every time, he wonders why his aunt chose to live so close to the exy court when they both know of her mostly ambivalence, sometimes hatred of the game and the place. Why she chooses to work for an institution that tried its best to bleed her dry.

Then again, he supposes she probably wonders why he would choose to study in a place that reveres a game that had equally ruined his childhood. They are a little similar that way, like to pick at cuts and press on bruises. Reminders that they remain in one piece despite everything.

"Hey! Link!"

His head jerks up and for a moment his heart is racing. He is still unused to too loud noises and his name being yelled brings memories he would rather burn to ashes. His therapist tells him he might never be rid of his body's response which seems pretty pessimistic for a therapist but what does he know.

His eyes register that it's only Jack, one of his few friends in college, but his heart takes a little longer to catch up. Breathing slow and deep like his therapist taught him, Link summons a smile. "Hey, didn't see you there."

Jack jogs up to him and slings an arm around his shoulder with a wide grin. Link has trained his body's reaction to stop flinching to touches but it never fails to make his freeze or fawn response flair up. He makes his smile wider and makes his mouth say, "What's up? You're looking way too happy for first day of class."

"We won the Kariya lottery, dude. Everyone's hyped."

"The what?"

Jack lets out a theatrical sigh. "One day I'll make an exy fan out of you. Benjamin Kariya, this generation's exy jesus chose Edgar Allen as his college of choice. There was literally thousands of money betting on where he'd go. Everyone thought he'd go to the Trojans or somewhere with, you know, a fucking chance. But for some fucking reason, and like I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, he's chosen here. Everyone's going nuts."

"Oh," says Link, unsure of what else to say.

Jack doesn't notice his reticence. He's a good friend, but not the most observant. Probably why Link likes him actually, it's nice to talk to someone who thinks his fucked up maladaptive responses to things is just him being quirky.

"The whole fucking summer that's all people were talking about. News literally came out last night. Shit, it's gonna be so fucking surreal to see him around campus."

Link makes a noise that he hopes conveys agreement. The name is familiar, he probably heard about the guy in passing back when he used to care about exy. Now all he can think is this probably means exy will become more of a fucking thing than it was before. And it was a pretty big thing even with Edgar Allen regularly placing last in the division for the past five years.

"Well," Link says with a trace of irony, "Maybe the team might become known for more than possible mobster connections."

"Hey, that was never proven."

"Yeah, okay," Link says with a shrug. Sure, never proven. That's why his aunt got a squirelly look the one and only time Link asked her about it. Whatever, not like it's going to affect Link's life.

He's spent two years so far avoiding exy and exy avoiding him, he just has to keep his head down and get through the next two. Then he could go be a fucked up adult somewhere else.

Easy.

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Who wants to guess that it won't be that easy and that Benjamin might make more of an appearance in Link's life? I actually have another snippet that I'm pretty happy with that I might post later? Dunno. As always credit to Nora for creating this world.

#Exy #nora sakavic #my writing #Fucked up bois and their fucked up emotions #aftg #all for the game

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cowboynewsie · 1 year

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Whatcha Gonna Do When the Chips are Down, Now that the Chips Are Down?

Jack was in shock, shaking as the Delancey brother practically dragged him along. He'd lost everything again, all in one violent go as he and his friends, his brothers, were dragged from their beds by deathly cold hands that were too strong to wriggle away from. All the same, he tried; he tried to break away to get to his brothers, to comfort and protect them as he could, but he made little headway, and had the swollen, blackened eye and bloody nose and lip to prove it. As he struggled along, his wrists raw and bleeding from the rope that had been tied too tightly around them, not knowing where they were headed, there were never ending whispered threats in his ears, often mixed with cruel laughs and cold noises of agreement.

"Now you'll finally get whatcha deserve, Cowboy... Ya'll finally have to learn your place in tha world an' realize jus' how unimportant you actually are."

Laughter. Agreement.

"An' of course, Crutchie'll be waitin' up fer us when we get back tonight... She always did look like such a lil bite ta eat..."

A cringeworthy, anticipatory moan as if the girl was a delicacy being served on a silver platter.

"An' her fear smelled so... delicious, too... 'specially when we cut off alla that hair of hers..." Jack tried to struggle, to whimper some retort, but his brain felt frozen. "Wonder how long she'll last, Mo... Any bets?" Laughter again, colder and crueler than the last.

"Betcha she won't last long..." Morris leaned in closer until the words tickled the newsie's ear. "She sure is small... an' we sure are hungry..."

The sound of lips being licked and more laughter.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut and bit his busted lip, trying to contain the whimper that still forced itself out. What good was he if he couldn't protect the others? That's what he was good for, right? He did his best to block out everything else the vampires said. He already felt miserable enough.

Soon enough after he let his shock take over so he didn't have to listen anymore, they seemed to arrive, walking through a tall, wrought iron gate that he paid no attention to, and soon enough they were inside a massive house, his new Refuge...

He felt lightheaded, but he didn't fight against being forced down onto his knees in front of an even richer, more powerful man than any of the ones who had stormed the lodging house. Someone knotted their fingers in his hair and pulled his head back to make him look at the man... Pulitzer. He came over and used a solid, painful grip to hold the boy's chin as he turned his head from side to side, inspecting him as the Delancey's talked on. Another squirm earned him a hard kick to the ribs that winded him, but the old man just gave a smile and gave one of the brothers a handful of coins.

Jack did everything he could to let himself remained dazed, to not hear a word any of them said, to just be numb, but there was only so much he could do. Soon enough, he was painfully dragged back onto his feet and a bag was pulled over his head, as if he had been able to think about even looking for escape routes in the midst of his confusion and terror, and he was dragged out of the room. The Delanceys continued their dark crooning in his ear, but he didn't hear them... He wouldn't. Another door opened after more walking, and he was pushed in and shoved to the ground. More words that he didn't listen to as he knelt there, before having the bag pulled from over his eyes to see a woman, seemingly around his age. One last kick, a wad of Crutchie's hair shoved roughly into his still tied hands with a laugh, a joke about Jack finally having found a girl who'd have him, and then he and this girl were alone, and he didn't know what to do... so he knelt there, shaking but holding himself up, sniffling and whimpering as quietly as he could as he waited to find out what would become of him.

@orchestrahearts

#katherine #katherine pul plumber #katherine pulitzer #orchestrahearts #sucked the life right outta me: vampire au #bloodslave

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squidproquoclarice · 2 years

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Yeehawgust Day 11: Blood Moon

November 1926

Fortune’s Favor, New Caledonia

The thing was, Buck Jones knew this was one of those moments upon which a life turned. Things could never be the same again. Trouble was that he was busy trying to not spill that life out into the dust of the desert, strength ebbing from him by the moment.

He looked up, seeing the red haze over the moon. Blood moon. Guess Frenchy called it true. Blood got spilled all right. He just hadn’t expected it to be his. How had it all happened like this? Things had changed so fast, like a viper’s strike, and it felt like one minute they’d been making a plan for the Wells Fargo payroll stage, preparing for a big score. Then suddenly Harry was yelling about him being a traitor, and guns got drawn, and now here he was, where they’d left him. Not even a backwards glance from any of them, after all these years, just curses and contempt as they passed him by, heading for the horses. They hadn’t even killed him clean, just left him here to bleed out.

He’d been with Frenchy DuBois since he’d been thirteen years old. Robbed his first bank by his mentor’s side at twenty-one. He’d never expected to make it to thirty as he had. Way things were going, though, seeing thirty-one might be a marvel.

Gritting his teeth, holding back a bark of pain, he forced himself to roll over, panting with the effort, hand jammed against his side in an effort to keep what blood he had left where it belonged…

“Jack!”

Pulled suddenly from the world of woe that Buck Jones found himself in, Jack looked up at the sound of his father’s husky voice. “Yeah, Pa?” He glanced at the clock, saw it was after two already, and swore. “Shit. I lost track of time.”

John shook his head. “Some things never change,” he said wryly, fondly. “You with your nose buried in a book? That’s one of them. Don’t much matter whether you’re reading it or writing it.”

“All right, all right,” he muttered. Elijah “Buck” Jones might have been betrayed and on the verge of dying at thirty, but John “Jack” Roberts Jr. proved that thirty wasn’t too old to feel as flustered as he’d ever been as a kid. “Uncle Arthur and Aunt Sadie on their way?”

“Yeah, they’ll be here soon. Uncle Charles and Aunt Karen ain’t too far behind. Just be downstairs in about twenty minutes, yeah?”

“Sure.”

As he turned right back to the plight of an outlaw at the crossroads of his life, Ruthie poked her head into Jack’s room as well. “Momma says she needs more firewood.”

“Ruthie, I’m trying to work...I’ve got a deadline.” Never mind that he was most definitely not working on any news article to do with the happenings in Queensbury. He loved his family, and Thanksgiving together would be a pleasure, but seriously, he did need to get some work done. Trouble was the story seemed to be pushing its way forward, elbowing the news articles right out of the way.

“It’s Ruth, not Ruthie,” she insisted, blue eyes snapping with temper. Fourteen and a half, because she insisted on the half being noted. At that age of wanting so much to be a grownup, and leaping at every scrap of dignity and gravitas possible, wanting to leave any vestige of childhood behind.

When he was fourteen, he’d been working on a farm too, albeit a much poorer one than this. He didn’t like to think much about the hard realities of what his father or Uncle Arthur had been doing at fourteen. Let alone his mother.

He’d only had a couple years here up in Canada before heading off to college, but they’d done a lot to help assuage the uncertainty and turmoil of the years that had come before. The years where his books, and the stories in his head, had been his comfort and shield against far too many things.

He looked at her, calming himself down. He saw too much of a kindred spirit in his little sister. She was a quiet one, thoughtful, worlds existing within her own mind. So different from little Gracie, who’d been all sunshine and smiles, until the day she was gone. Took a lot of the sunshine and smiles out of the Marstons with her. Ruthie–Ruth–would at least get to grow up. “OK, Ruth. Sorry. You grow up so much these days.” Even in just the few weeks or so between his visits back to the farm. Even if in his mind he could so easily still see her as a little girl with two braids and a scraped knee that he’d helped bandage, giving her a cookie and assuring her it would be all right.

Both of their tempers backed down now, she said, “So, can you help me with the firewood?”

He sighed, smiling at her, and pushed up from his chair. “Sure.” Buck Jones’ recovery and redemption could wait. Right now, there was a reality of Thanksgiving with a large and sometimes loud and loving extended clan, and that felt like what he needed.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2022 #rdr2 #jack marston #john marston #that softer au where rdr1 ending we don't know her #sunrise compliant as well #jack becoming a writer just suits too well

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magdaclaire · 2 years

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call me whenever you’d like

a continuation of this, as ellenmissouri is still eating my frontal lobe

There's a lot of reasons to hate the hunter community, all said. So many lives lost that Ellen couldn't count them all if she tried, names she doesn't even remember anymore that have passed through the doors of The Roadhouse since her daddy opened it all that time ago. It's dangerous work, and a callous memory to be lost to, a cause with no great end. It can wear a person right through.

Any reason to hate it, at least the Campbells still let her know when Mary passes away.

The idea of not knowing is something that could have kept her up at night for years, waiting for Mary's one more phone call, waiting to know if she was okay, if she was even alive (she isn't, she isn't, Mary's dead, and Ellen can barely feel her hands), she's glad Mary's brother took care of things. Body already burnt like any hunter, at least Mary got a gravestone. God above, Mary's boys. What'll happen to Mary's boys? Sure enough, Mary's husband- John, Noah, something biblical- would take care of them, raise them how Mary would've, but no one could do anything quite like Mary could.

Even dead, Ellen can't let her be anything less than perfect in her head. A girl made of fireflies. A mother in flames.

Ellen's chest hurts, feels fit to burst, but there's more to be done than just grieve. There always is. She grabs the phone off the hook and twists her fingers in the chord, dialing a number so familiar she doesn't even look at where it's carved into the wall above the phone anymore. Well, that's almost true. Something nervous in her always checks the last two digits, doesn't trust her head more than her eyes however that may be, but she punches it in accurate and accepts the long distance cost.

"Hello Ellen Joleen," Missouri says as soon as she picks up the phone. Ellen smiles for the first time all day. Missouri never checks before she leaps right in.

"Hey Miz," she says, the familiarity smoothing in a little levity despite it all. Despite the occasion. She climbs onto the counter beside the phone jack and leans her head back against the cabinet.

"Hey sweetheart. How you holding up?"

"Not that well, as it happens. I've... got something to tell you," she says, her lips pressed together like an envelope closing up her sentence, the tension across her shoulders enough to make her clench her teeth.

"I- I know, Ellen," Missouri says, and Ellen's eyebrows crease. Oh no, not...

"Oh, Miz." There are times when she hates the lot that Missouri was served in life, even as much as Missouri has told her that she wouldn't rather it go to somebody else. She closes her eyes, bites her lip. Readies herself. She isn't ready.

"She was wearing a nightgown, El- our Mary! A nightgown! And she was trying to protect her baby, El, she didn't have any weapons on her or anything, Mary," Missouri rambles, her voice slowing out to accommodate the pace of her tears. Mary Campbell, known to have at least two guns and two knives besides, holy water coming off of her by the gallon, their Mary, died empty handed. Died protecting her child without anything to protect him with. A demon death nearly a decade after she had gotten out. Ellen catches her temple on the door handle of the cabinet, but strange enough, it doesn't feel like it matters much. And Missouri had to see that.

"Oh honey." Ellen means to say more, but Missouri. But Missouri.

"And there was no one to tell! Couldn't warn her civilian husband, couldn't call you, have you stuck in the same vicious waiting period I always am, just telling people that horrible things are going to happen and never being able to stop what I see. I saw her, Ellen. On that ceiling. On fire. Bleeding." Missouri's voice is thin, reedy, makes Ellen want to hold her fingers between her own, feel Missouri's heartbeat in her palms. Make sure she felt her there too.

"And you were alone with it. And I never want you to be again, alright? Missouri Rose, you call me if you see something you don't need to bear alone. You shouldn't have had to hold that by yourself, now. I'm here. Lean on me, darlin'," she requests, her face unconsciously tilted up, her socked feet knocking slightly against the wooden base of the counter. They don't have Mary any longer, so much as they even had Mary in the last few years at all. What she knows is that she's going to do whatever she can to make things easier for Missouri. Whatever Missouri will let her.

"And what? Call you every time I see something? Bother you every day with my most innocuous visions of what might happen, even if it's not important? I could waste a lot of your time like that," Missouri says, the purse of her mouth clear as day through the sound of her voice, and Ellen loves knowing someone so well. A few more phone calls from Missouri Moseley certainly wouldn't run amiss around here.

"If that's what it takes? Missouri, you can call me whenever you'd like. Day, night, in the small gray hours of the morning, doesn't matter much to me. I'm never gonna turn you away, okay? I'll always believe you. You know that, right?" she asks, making her voice a little harsher, rougher, her meanness coming out a little through her nose. It always gets her when they do this. Try to take everything on by themselves. Missouri and Mary used to do it both. Just because she doesn't get active in the hunting scene much anymore since her knee got blown out doesn't mean she can't do the work.

"I- Of course, El. Of course I know that. Believing me doesn't always mean you wanna hear every single vision, though, does it?" There's a sarcastic lilt to her voice, as if Ellen is doing something terribly naive again. She doesn't care. What's naivety in a world like this?

"Maybe I just think you deserve to be heard. To talk about it. I can help, Miz. Let me help," she requests, throwing it out as her last ditch effort into coaxing Missouri into allowing Ellen to help to carry some of the load. Missouri gives her a disapproving tut, only a little bit tinged by her sadness.

"Now, you're not playing fair, Ellen Joleen," she says, sniffling just a bit. What Ellen wouldn't give to hold her. To see her. They've only met in person twice, but Ellen doesn't think there's anything she wouldn't do for this girl. It's the least she deserves.

"Life hasn't been fair to you, Miz. I'm setting out on evening scores," Ellen says, her voice barely more than a whisper, the receiver pressed so hard against her jaw that it'll hurt if she keeps leaving it like this. Her good leg is pulled up on the counter with her, her bum knee left extended so it can get a little rest. There's hair coming out of her ponytail. She's not paying any mind to any of it.

"Eventually, I will see something that hurts you again," Missouri reminds her, her voice harder again. She's building her resolve to argue her way out of this again. Ellen frowns.

"And I won't blame you then, either, sweetheart, what are you worried about? What are you afraid of?"

"All of it, Ellen! I'm afraid of seeing more people die and I'm afraid of telling you about it. I'm afraid that I'll see so much death that one day it will suck every modicum of life out of me, and I'm afraid that one day, you'll notice that it's doing that too. I'm afraid that I will have this, I will have you, and then I won't, El. What if this is what makes you tired of the future? Tired of-"

"Tired of you?" Ellen asks, not wanting to let Missouri work herself to any more of a fit than she was already.

"Tired of me," Missouri confirms, steady and hollow. Scared, but sure.

"And what if I don't, Miz?"

"What if you don't?"

"What if I never get tired of you? What if I want you to share everything that fucks you up? What if I don't want you to be alone? What if I want to be the one that's with you? What if I never want us to stop calling each other and talking? What if I wanna know it all?"

"Then one day, I'll lose you too. You'll die, Ellen. And I'll see it. And I won't be able to stop it."

"So you never want to have me at all? Five, ten, twenty, hell, maybe thirty years of this, of us, we could have that, and you're willing to miss out because you don't wanna lose me? Miz, I'll die either way, baby. You'll die either way. You decide when the grief hits. We've already lost Mary," she says, and the wound is somewhere deep within her that might never heal, but different, maybe, then it wouldn't have been if they had been close in the years before Mary's death. Mary had called her every now and again, of course, but not nearly so often as Missouri has in the last years. There's a metallic sound on the other side of the line.

"You're not pulling any punches today, my dear," Missouri says, and Ellen can hear her pull on a cigarette. Missouri smokes inside often enough Ellen could recognize the sound anywhere. She hits her head back against the cabinet again.

"I'm trying to convince you to let me help take care of you. In what world would this be the battle I chose to begin pulling my punches during, babe?" she asks, wishing a little bit that she had a cigarette of her own, but she's trying not to smoke inside anymore. At least not in the kitchen. Makes the food taste weird.

"I am ill equipped for logic right now, Ellen, dear. Perhaps try again next time." Ellen raises a brow.

"So you will be calling next time then?" she drills in, unable to let it go when she knows that her friend, her Missouri, is hurting. She can't let her keep thinking it's alright that she does it alone.

"Well, I would hate to disappoint, wouldn't I?" Missouri teases, sounding all buttoned back up and presentable, and sharp edged Missouri Rose Moseley, perfect and pressed and nothing less than impressive. Ellen smiles despite it all.

"And so you would. You gonna be okay, sweetheart?" she asks, just one last time. Never can be too sure. Missouri chuckles.

"I always am, dear. I'll call you soon?" she asks. Ellen nods, even if Missouri can't see it.

"I'll pick up."

#again according to 4thewords less than 45 minutes so. kindest eyes and largest grains of salt please #ellen harvelle #missouri moseley #ellenmissouri #hinted marymissouri #hinted ellenmary #death cw #can you tell i think about seers a lot bc i think about being a seer a lot #the cassandra of it all the friends who believed you first the horrified part of you that has to bear witness to it all #mine

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imagaintnerdwhosbored · 9 months

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Nightwing x Oc

I don't know how long I spent in what we would call 'housing' Month's years, I had no sense of time except when the alarms went off for lights out, and when I had to wake up. It was the same thing every day, woke up from that god awful alarm, went to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Lila, Owen, Jack, and Po, played at the toy room, had classes, and then came lunch, and then dinner. Everyone at 'housing' knew everyone else, at least a little, I knew everyone's names and talked to some of my dorm mates a little, but never a full-blown conversation. I had sat down at the table I always sat at with everyone else, in the morning. Are group had assigned jobs. Jack would grab the food, and black mailed the staff into giving us the extra cookies from yesterday's dessert. Thats what he was good at he knew everyone and almost everything. Po would grab orange juice with Owen, Po was the mother figure made sure Lila and Owen, always ate their vegetables and fruit. Patching us up so we didn't need to go to the medic. No one liked the medic, he was creepy, no kid that ever went in their remembered what the room or the doctor looked like. No one trusted him so we would use tape and some tissues as band aids, made sure none of the staff spotted us bleeding. And absolutely under no circumstances sneeze or cough in front of the staff stay. These are rules to survive housing, befriend a small number of people (only the people that you recognize the most,) staff always said that we all came in together and that how we know each other so well, never question anything no matter how long you have been their (The staff will always rat you out) you will be sent to the medic, Do not befriend staff (it means they're going to get thrown out and you're going to get punished) and for god's sake don't look for an exit (Even if there is one there is security cameras every were.)

Back to the thing, my job was to make sure Lila didn't do anything stupid. She had a bad habit of trying to befriend everyone she meets. I was sitting talking to her when there was screaming.

'NOO, PLEASE I'LL NEVER ASK AGAIN PLEA-' I had sighed sadly every so often someone was taken to the medic, Thia time it had seemed the kid asked to many questions. All staff knew what scared and antagonized us the most, they used it as a way of discipline, here you were never safe, I recognized the kid too, he was in one of my class's.

Everyone stopped everything as soon as the door slammed shut, taking a moment of silence for the kid. No one knew how long someone would be in there for sometimes it was an hour, sometimes it would be a housing 'day' sometimes it would be '2 days' sometimes more.

When everyone started walking back to their seats after getting the food, there was still a lot of tension. It was awkward, dark, and the air could be cut with a knife. People started eating but I just stared at the plate of food I was given. Before Po nudged me,

'He'll be fine I promise' I looked up at her, I always had a stone-cold gaze, as long as I could remember even in those dreams, before I was in housing. I liked Po, so much because of the light in her eyes, same thing with Lila, they enjoyed everything they did, no matter how sad things got she always had a soft smile and life like eyes, like with Jack and Owen. I didn't' I never felt sympathy for someone really, I just feed off of others' emotions. I was so envious of that, to be able to sleep peacefully, to be able to play games, and learn about history and wars, and not think of how or why we were learning about it, to be layed back and calm, to not wonder why were enclosed in those walls and what's outside to begin with, to never wonder why we were there in the first place.

I wasn't like that I couldn't get sleep because of those dreams, always waking up with a start, my senses were always on flight when I was outside my dorm room. I never felt safe except for when I was under Po's gaze, she calmed me like a mother would her daughter, and I cherished her for that.

#angst #fluff #nightwing x oc #nightwing x reader

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undisclosedstories · 10 months

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5 more days…

Another cigarette dying, another being put out on his hand. Both a wince and a grin appear on his face, the pain means nothing if he can feel something. Looking back outward, he pushes down the smile that barely existed on his face while Deadbolt finely observes the terrain. Deadbolt shuffled around, feet finely placed on the ground in seemingly predetermined locations. Deadbolt takes a deep breath, as he fights himself over taking out another cigarette, lucky for him someone else came to assist in that. “Sup, fucker” Maverick steps out of the building, looking toward Dennis with fake hope in his eyes. Dennis nods silently, cursing to himself over how Maverick can get away with being so relaxed, but he has to be perfect. Maverick was one of the most trusted workers there, so maybe it makes a little sense that the jacked moth can get away with being so mellow. Maverick walked over getting very acquainted with the guards' personal space. “A little butterfly told me that you’ve been struggling with your job.”

“What gave you that idea?” Deadbolt tries to stand up for himself, but that is a major mistake. A few others of Aphid's personal squadron round the corner, seemingly with a bone to pick with Dennis. It starts to make sense to Deadbolt now, this was an order. An order from the butterfly above them to rough him up. At least, that’s what they called it in the military, what Dennis knew it as, is human suffering. Maverick grabs Dennis by the collar of his shirt, throwing him into the grassy terrain with a hard thud. The muscular moth then puts his spiky boot on Dennis’ head, intending to inflict as much pain as he could. “Learn your place, Dennis, you figure it out, or you die trying.” Maverick moves his foot off his head, leaving corduroy lines across his face. As Dennis tries to stand, a swift kick is sent to his guts, and as fast as he got up, he buckles to his knees once again.

“Damn, he just doesn’t know when to give up does he?”

“Stop trying, you’re just going to hurt yourself more”

“Stay on the ground, shitbag. We won’t hurt you as much if you listen.”

Surrounded by harsh voices and violence, and time and time again, he rises. Deadbolt’s body screams in pain and he rises still. Maverick and his posse can only attack him for so long, and until then, he’ll keep trying. The beratement continues until one of the steps out of the crowd. The green-horned lithard moves over to Dennis, bending down and grabbing him by the hair on his head. With a single groan, Louis pulls the bloodied security guard up to his height. Louis smirks sadistically as he whispers into Dennis’ ear “Wish your parents were around to help you hmm?” He extends Dennis’ body away from his own and drops him to the floor, looking around at Maverick and the group. “Come on, let’s give the failure some space.” The group walks off, leaving the battered Deadbolt on the grassy floor. Deadbolt sighs exhaustedly as he stands up again, holding his stomach in pain from all the blood that may be coming out. He looks to the clock nearby, checking to see how long he’ll have to remain like this. “5 more days…” 5 more days of staying out from dusk to dawn, 5 more days of standing and staring off into the greater world, 5 more days before they can even choose to give him medical attention.

4 more days…

The horizon is boring as shit, at least according to Deadbolt, staring at it for over 3 weeks without rest would make him believe that. He’s been able to stop himself from bleeding for now, though the pain is still ever present in his stomach like spears impaling his side. On the good side, Deadbolt is being provided food, three meals a day. Who is he kidding no it’s not good enough, if you have no sleep, the body requires energy elsewhere, and only three meals are not good enough in the many eyes of the mutant. He’s gotten so hungry that the mouths across his torso have become unresponsive and catatonic, conserving energy to stay diligent and watchful.

“Keeping watch I see. Great to see you’re doing something helpful for us Dennis.” A wasp-like individual passes by Dennis and he grimaces. He wants to say something but considering Jacket is one of his superiors… he’s not allowed to. Any bad-mouthing would surely result in him being beaten up even further. He shakes slightly, hoping that Jacket wouldn’t catch on, except he was very wrong. “Aww… you still afraid of bees Dennis? Can't help but remember what happened to you back then?” Jacket snickers as the thoughts grow louder, begging to escape the prison of his mind. “Le-leave me to my job Jacket.” Deadbolt murmurs as the tall insectoid looks out to the horizon and grumbles. “You aren’t looking at anything interesting… what’s the point of working?” Jacket looks down at Dennis pitifully, his wing rustling with the small gusts passing by the headquarters. “I don’t know why Boss has you doing this… you’re expendable but no… he decides you're worth our resources.”

Jacket begins to walk off in a muted huff “what makes you better than your parents?” The final thought is what makes him snap, Deadbolt jumps up and socks Jacket across the face in a blind rage. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU KILLED THEM!” He starts punching Jacket repeatedly, and Jacket can only struggle to pull the enraged mutant off him.

“You insolent prick.” Aphid’s cold voice can be heard from nearby, as 2 large humanoids rip Dennis off the wasp. With assistance from their boss, Jacket stands up, he looks back at the restrained Dennis and scoffs. “You damn brat.” With his spiked boot, Jacket shoves it into his stomach, making Dennis cough out blood. Dennis’ body heaves as his breath fights to keep him alive, despite his fighting, Dennis can’t escape the arms of the security guards.

Aphid seems to think about what to do with him now. “Give him another week out here and don’t feed him. If he lives or dies is no longer worth caring over. Maybe then he’ll learn to treat people with respect.” They toss him into the wall, hitting it with a thud

10 more days…

#someone help him #i try to write #writeblr #writing #original character

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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safe and sound [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x reader

requested by anon: Hi! I love your Criminal Minds fics and was wondering if I could make a request? Where JJ and reader are dating and it’s set during the season 7 finale where reader is the one who shot the robber and is the one who was taken instead of Will. JJ and reader reunite with a fluffy ending.

*not my gif*

Kings and Queens. Jacks and Jokers.

Sound familiar, right? When you hear that you think of the playing cards, not some bank robbers who have been robbing internationally.

It was a bank robbery. Something that you have been reported to at least five times throughout your career, but this time it was different. The robbers known as the “Face Cards” have been robbing banks all over the DC area, only this time were you called onto the scene.

You and your partner Will were driving around on patrol when your police radio went off, “All units in the vicinity of Penn and Southeast, robbery in progress at Colonial Liberty Bank. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired at the Colonial Liberty Bank. All units.”

Will and you looked at each other as you grabbed the radio, turning the steering wheel to make a U-turn, “426 responding,”

Will flicked on the sirens as you started to pick up speed. The two of you finally parked on the side of the bank to prevent them from escaping through the side doors, “Better pull back and see if they respond-” Will was about to go on went a shot rang out and a bullet narrowly missed his head.

“Shit! Cover!” you yelled.

The two of you took behind the car as you fired at the man who tried shooting Will. The bullet ripping through the man’s shirt and through his shoulder. You watched as the other man began pulling him away from the door and back inside.

You called for backup and not too long after JJ came running towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Will over here got pretty lucky,” you said with a smile on your face, patting his back.

JJ scanned your face, her hands never leaving your cheeks. You grabbed a hold of her hands, pressing a kiss to the palm of them, “I’m okay, let’s just try catching these guys okay?” you whispered and she nodded letting out a sigh.

Most of the day was spent talking to Chris as you all watched Oliver die. The only goal was to get the hostages out of there without anyone getting hurt, “No more feds. I want the cop who killed my brother,” you let out a sigh, placing your head in your hands.

You, Morgan, JJ, and Hotch all stood there in the van, “Well, I gotta go out there, don’t I?”

“No, absolutely not!” JJ exclaimed.

You looked at your girlfriend with a sad smile, “What other choice do we have?”

“Something! Anything else! They will shoot you the second you walk in, is that not running through your brain?!” she basically yelled.

Hotch and Morgan met your eyes and they took your face to give the two of you some space. Once they left, you looked at JJ and placed your hands on her waist.

She finally leaned in to your touch and placed her hands softly along your neck. You placed your forehead on hers as she sighed. You pressed your lips on hers, kissing her intensely. You wanted to show her how much you love her and care for her even if you’re about to run into a bank full of robbers who probably want you dead.

Once you pulled away, she noticed the determined look in your eyes, “No, no, no! You can’t do this! What about us? What about Henry?”

“Four people are dead because I killed his brother,” I whispered.

You pulled away from your short embrace, walking backwards towards the door of the van, “No please! Please don’t leave me!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face as she slid her back against the wall.

You wanted nothing more than to run up and hold her, but you knew that this needed to be done. So no one else could die for your mistakes. “I don’t have a choice baby,” you whispered again, “I love you and I love Henry. Remember that, always,”

Hotch already knew what you were gonna choose, SWAT members hid behind the cop cars, already pointing their guns inside. You took a deep breath as you started to walk towards the bank.

You could hear JJ’s screams as you slowly walked towards the bank, “Morgan! Let go of me! Y/N! Y/N stop!”

You raised your hands up immediately, walking into the bank, “C’mon Chris, you got what you wanted. I’m here. Now please, let them go,”

“You go,” Chris said, forcing a mom and her children out of there, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him.

There was no response from him as he just shot you twice. The bullets firing echoing throughout the entire building and outside. JJ scrambled in Morgan’s arms, her bright blue eyes widening, “No!”

The team sat there in the van with JJ. All eyeing her like she was about to just explode. One wrong word would just cause her to go crazy, “Where were they shot?” she asked. Garcia just stared at her unsure of what to say, “Where were they shot?!”

“I don’t know,” Garcia muttered.

JJ picked up the stack of papers that were lying next to her and threw them at the wall of the van. Smacking her hands down onto the cool metal. Everyone just stared in shock, unsure of whether you’re alive or dead.

Luckily, he didn’t go for the kill shot.

You laid there as you could feel your body going cold. Your shoulder was bleeding out and the hostages who were helping you started to get a little blurry.

All you could think about was JJ and Henry. The way Henry would run up to you when you’d go over to their house and hug you tightly.

Or the nights where both you and JJ were off, Henry would lie in the middle of you as a movie played. Eventually, Henry would fall asleep cuddled up next you. Then JJ’s lazy arm would wrap the both of you. Once you made sure they were both sleeping soundly, you’d wrap your arms around both of them safely and securely.

“I need to cause a distraction while you guys get out of here,” you told the man, who was applying pressure to your wound, “But I need you to tell my girlfriend Jennifer and her son Henry that I love them so much and I’m sorry,”

The rest of the time you spent at the bank was a little fuzzy. You were more focused on trying to get Chris to turn on the woman and trying not to pass out from blood loss, than anything else.

Before you knew it there was an explosion and you were just getting pushed into a car. The whole car ride, you focused your breathing, trying your hardest to stay awake.

The only thing keeping you going were JJ and Henry. What you would do just to hold them one last time.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when you arrived at a fire station. The fireman helped patched you up much to Izzy’s choice. You watched as she shot him multiple times before sneaking into the firehouse to grab you a change of clothes.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” you muttered.

“He was a witness, he needed to go,” she shot back without an ounce of remorse.

Then the next thing you know you were transported back to the car. Everything was going fine or well okay for being a hostage to two psychopaths. Until Izzy just started opening fire on Chris.

“Well Detective Y/L/N, take Chris out of the car and get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a little drive,” she told you, the gun pointed straight at you, “Stop here,” she muttered after a little bit.

The backdoor opened to reveal the Joker himself. He was the former Marine who helped keep pressure on your wound. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before ultimately remaining your composure.

“Hey Y/N!” he patted your wounded shoulder and you tried your absolute hardest not to wince, “Sorry, forgot about that,”

“Drive,” she said again.

“Where?”

“Take me to see your son,” Izzy said and you shook your head. Henry wasn’t your sign biologically, but the longer you and JJ dated the longer it felt like he was. Like your entire life he was actually yours, “I said, drive!”

You took a deep breath in before driving towards JJ’s house. The drive was tense as your knuckled turned white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. You just hoped and prayed to whatever type of God there was that they could keep Henry safe.

JJ would be able to get over the loss of you, but the loss of Henry. That’s a different kind of loss she’ll never be able to survive.

You finally parked across the street. You smiled softly at the sight of Henry playing in the front with Miss Kate and her daughter.

“He’s a cutie,” Izzy told you and your smile quickly faded, “Looks a lot like Jennifer. Where’s the hospitality Y/N? Come on introduce me!”

You got out of the car slowly walking up to the house, “Y/N!” Henry yelled, running towards you as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

You crouched down so his tiny arms can wrap around your neck. You held him tight and close, sucking in a deep breath. Just for a moment, you were transported back to one of your favorite parts of the week. Just for a moment, he was safe in your arms.

Until he wasn’t.

You told Miss Kate that it was okay to go as Izzy followed you into JJ’s home. Once Henry ran off to grab some toys, you turned your head and looked straight at her, “You touch my kid and I will kill you!” you said with teeth gritted.

Izzy clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, making a tsk noise, “Now do you remember the deal Y/N? You touch me and both you and Jennifer die. Who’s gonna take care of Henry then?”

“Y/N! Come play with me!” he exclaimed, running back in.

You crouched down again, ruffling his blonde hair, “I would love to, but I can’t right now buddy. You see, I have to go back to fighting bad guys, okay? Izzy over here is gonna take care of you until mommy comes home,” you could feel the tears start stinging your eyes as you tried to stop them from falling.

“So you’re gonna be a good boy for Izzy, okay? Listen to everything she says, okay?” you ask him

“Okay,” he replies innocently.

“One more thing bud,” you pull him close to you as you hug him tightly, “I know I am not your mom or dad, but I love you so much. Did you know that?”

He nods and you smile softly, “I will never let anything hurt you. Everything is going to be okay,”

“Everything will be okay,” he mumbled back, “I love you Y/N,”

You sniffled, “I love you too buddy,”

You take a deep breath and back away from him. Before you walked out of the house, you looked Izzy dead in the eye, pushing your shoulder against hers on the way out.

You sung open the car door before slamming it shut, “What the fuck do you want?!” you asked.

“Woah, easy tiger,” Matthew told you, “You’re going to listen to everything I say. If you as dare mutter the two lettered word, your boy is as good as gone. Or should I say Jennifer’s boy is as good as gone because he’s not yours. He will never be your own kid,”

Matthew made you drive to the train station where he strapped a bunch of bombs to your chest and chained you up like you’re some random zoo animal. Then he ran, like the coward he is, he ran.

You thought you were as good as gone. But that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was that Henry was safe. He was stuck with the psychopath that is the quote on quote “Queen”.

Just when all hope was lost Prentiss came running in, “I found Y/N!”

She ripped the duct tape off your mouth, “Izzy’s got Henry. Forget about me! Make sure Henry’s safe, please!”

“JJ’s there right now. She’s gonna keep him safe,” Emily tried calming you down, “I’m not leaving your side, I’m gonna get you out of here so you can be with your family,”

Emily was panicking as she tried to find a way to keep you from blowing up into bits. She punched in one passcode and it beeped, showing that she only had two tries left.

You shook your head, knowing that in a minute you’ll be gone, and Emily could not be here to be included in the damage.

“Emily, just go. Get everyone out of here,” you pleaded.

She shook her head, “No, I told you you’ll get to be with your family and that’s what’s going to happen. I’m not going to leave you,”

When she finally unlocked the code, another box opened. 30 seconds flashing and taunting you. This is how long you have left live.

“Emily, tell JJ that I love her and that I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Now leave please! There’s still a chance that you could save yourself so go!” you screamed.

She sat there looking at the wires before out of nowhere without speaking she just cut one, “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, shutting your eyes close.

After a couple seconds, nothing happened. You opened one eye and looked down at the timer. It stopped. You let out a breath and an empty laugh, leaning your head against the pole.

“Emily, I love you and I love that you’re JJ’s best friend. But let me just say, I did not think we’d get this close to where I trust you with my life...literally!” you joked and she let out a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get you to your family,” she told you.

As soon as the bomb squad came to disarm you, you wrapped your arms around Emily, pulling her into a tight hug, “Thank you,”

“Of course,”

You were finally discharged from the hospital after a couple hours. Rossi reassured JJ that she could stay home with Henry and that he’ll drive you to the house. She was hesitant at first, but Rossi basically forced her to stay home.

Rossi parked in front of JJ’s patting your shoulder softly, “Enjoy your time off,” he joked.

“Oh trust me, I will,” you fired back and the two of you let out a hearty laugh.

You walked into the house slowly. Henry’s little voice echoing throughout the foyer was like music to your ears, “Y/N! You’re back!” he yelled.

You kneeled down as he made a bee line towards your arms with your arm that wasn’t in a sling, you hugged him tight. Even with one arm you could tell that he was struggling to breathe at how tight you were hugging him.

“I am! Did you pick out a movie tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows up at him.

“Yup!”

“Which one did you pick?” you asked and he showed you the DVD case of Shrek 2, “Nice choice bud!”

You looked up to the sound of footsteps to see JJ walking towards the two of you, “How about you brush your teeth and change into your PJ’s and me and your mom we’ll get the bed and movie all set up? How does that sound?”

“Great!” he replied with a big smile.

“Great!” you responded, ruffling his hair, pulling him into another hug, “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“I love you too,” he told you before running off.

You stood back up to face JJ. At first she looked angry before her anger turned to sadness. You took her into your arm as she buried her face into your neck, “It’s okay,” you whispered, “Everyone’s safe. I’m safe, Henry’s safe, you’re safe. We’re okay,”

JJ took your face into her hands, running circles on your cheekbones, “I know Henry’s not biologically mine, but he means the world to me Jay. I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to him,”

“You’re just as much as a parent as I am,” she whispered.

“But he’s not mine,” you told her.

“Then let’s change that, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me. We’ll get married in front of all of our friends and family. Henry will be your son, blood or not. And I will be your wife,” JJ whispered.

You smiled at her softly, “You know, I always wanted a wife and son,” you whispered to her.

“So is that a yes?” she asked.

“In every single language,” you murmured, pressing your lips upon hers.

You and JJ stood there for a minute, just relishing in each other’s embrace. Your lips moving in sync. When all of a sudden you hear a little, “Ewwwww,”

The two of you pulled apart and you saw Henry all dressed up in his Captain America pajamas, “Who are you ‘eww-ing’ Mr?” you asked him and he giggled as he ran away from you.

You immediately ran after him, JJ yelling after you, “Y/N! Be careful of your arm!”

Henry squealed as you picked him up with your one healthy arm, spinning him around the bedroom before dropping him onto the bed. You crashed in your usual spot next to him as JJ put on the movie.

You felt Henry’s little arm wrap around your body and once his grip loosened you knew he was asleep. Your eyes glanced over to JJ who was sleeping safe and soundly, her chin resting on top of Henry’s blonde head of hair.

You sighed contently, as you turned on your side, wrapping your arms around the two of them. Henry’s head close to your chest as your forehead rested on top of JJ’s.

Just for a moment, everything was right where it needed to be.

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