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slow-motionlovepotion · 1 year

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𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: boston era! joel miller x f!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.6k

𝒂/𝒏: i woke up at 5am this morning and smashed this out rather than working on any of my other numerous wips ~ no beta (or edit), we die like men - minors do not interact.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ ~ sex work, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), slightly coercive behaviour, dirty talk (joel miller has a filthy mouth), creampie, mentions of drug dealing & murder (joel is a drug dealing murderer but that's canon so it shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone), possessive!joel, kinda mean joel, joel is a tease, degrading language (whore, multiple times), idk i think that's everything

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: pleasure has a price and Joel is willing to pay whatever it takes to have you

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⇢

Joel often heard talk from the other smugglers, of pretty girls that’d sink to their knees for a few ration cards or a couple of pills. He pretends not to, but he listens, acting like he couldn’t care less about their sordid activities.

“What about you Miller? You don’t fancy a visit to one of our girls?” Some ratty 20-something asks one day. Joel just rolled his eyes.

“You really think I’d pay for some whore you’ve all had your dicks in?” His disgust is false, an act. In truth, he’s no better than them, couldn’t care less how many guys a woman has fucked before him.

Besides he’s got Tess.

Except now he doesn’t. Doesn’t have a warm body to sink into, to fuck his stress out on. She’d cut him off, rightfully so, when she implied she wanted more and he continued to offer her exactly the same.

So when a comment is made in passing one night: “You hear Danny’s girls got into the whoring business?” His ears perk up.

He knows Danny, knew Danny, before Danny was resting not entirely in peace. If you were to ever leave the QZ and see a guy who looks an awful lot like Danny but, say, had mushrooms for eyes, no you didn’t.

Tess had been the one to deliver the bad news to you while Joel had stood uncomfortably in the hallway, listening to your broken sobs through the door.

Maybe that’s why Joel finds himself knocking at your door, long after curfew, just returned from a run where he’d listened to those arseholes describe in great detail how they’d be paying you a visit, all while Joel kept his back to them, hiding the hardness in his jeans as he’d pictured what he’d do to you himself. He really was no better than them.

“Joel Miller. To what do I owe this pleasure?” You smile but it’s tight and it doesn’t reach your eyes

“Can I come in?” He asks like this is normal behaviour but that’s the Joel you know, always direct and to the point no matter how rude it comes across. Gritting your teeth you step back, allowing him into your apartment.

“Nice place” he surveys your home, bathed in a soft pinkish light from the lamp next to your bed, a book discarded on the messy sheets.

“What do you want Joel?” You try phrasing your question differently to get him to get to the point. You’re tired, it’s been a long day and Joel is not easy company.

“I heard you’ve become a bit of an entrepreneur, started your own business” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you and you want to slink back to the shadows at his confrontation but you don’t, you stand firm, refusing to buckle under his stare.

You’d expected word to travel faster, you’d started working about a month after Danny’s untimely demise, all of a sudden fending for yourself, no longer benefiting from the additional earnings afforded the smugglers. You’d tried to keep away from that business, only taking clients that you knew had no connection with the likes of Danny’s friends and Joel Miller but maybe you hadn’t been as careful as you’d thought.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You challenge. It’s awfully rich of him, coming into your home and giving you his opinion on your job, like his line of work is any better. He’s nothing but a glorified drug dealer and a murderer.

“Of course not. Why’d you think I’m here?" His tone is serious, this is not a social call, it’s business, your business.

“I thought you were with Tess?” You ask, more so to give yourself time to actually take in what he’s saying, not because you have any issues providing your services to men of an entangled nature.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to ask questions” he shoots back

“I don’t, usually. Just looking out for myself, last thing I want is Tess comin’ around here thinking I fucked her man”

Joel sighs, he’s not her man. Though he’s not surprised you would think that, people thought that before they started fucking and apparently still think that even after they’ve stopped.

“You ain’t gotta worry about that darlin’”

“Payment upfront” you concede and Joel nods, pulling a stack of ration cards out of his pocket.

“What’ll this get me?” He places his payment on your kitchen table and you eye the stack, easily enough ration cards to keep you living comfortably for months.

“Whatever you want” you say, you’ve done this for much less. But had you not been enticed by the thick wad of cards, you might’ve reconsidered that offer considering everything you know about Joel.

He thinks it over, dropping heavily into the corner of your sofa, one foot on the floor, the other muddying the already stained fabric.

“C'mere” he commands and when you’re close enough he points to the other end of the sofa “Facin’ me”

You sit, bringing your knees up to your chest, your t-shirt does nothing to cover your modesty but your shins are blocking the view Joel really wants.

“Spread those legs darlin’, show me what I’m payin for” he tilts his head expectantly.

You spread your knees, keeping one leg bent and dropping the other to the floor, your new position almost a mirror of Joel’s. You know he wants more, reaching down you pull the scrap of lace to the side, exposing yourself to his gaze.

He lets out a groan at the sight of you, cunt glistening despite the fact he’s not even touched you yet.

“Pretty girl” he breathes. His eyes flick to his offering on the table “Whatever I want?” He confirms and you nod “Ah-ah, words darlin’. I wanna hear you”

“Yes Joel, whatever you want” his hand flexes on his thigh and you can see the growing hardness in his jeans.

“Take it off” his command gives you some idea of how this is going to go, he’s going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it.

Your hands find the waistband of your underwear and you lift your hips, slipping them down your legs and when you reach your ankles Joel holds his hand out, smirking when you drop the fabric into his waiting hand.

“And the rest darlin’” You pull your t-shirt over your head, revealing yourself to be bare underneath. The t-shirt drops to the floor with a quiet thud as you lean back, returning to your position, legs spread and on show for him.

Your fingers automatically slide between your legs, spreading your wetness up to your clit, circling the bundle gently. Joel doesn’t take his eyes off you, hands quickly working at his belt and jeans, freeing his length with a relieved sigh.

Thick fingers wrap around his even thicker cock and it’s like your own personal fantasy, Joel Miller thrusting into his fist, just for you.

You increase the pressure on your clit but keep your pace slow, teasing. It’s a dangerous game to play, acting without instruction but while Joel is watching you with heavy eyes and he’s not telling you to stop, you continue, dipping your fingers into your cunt, bringing them up to show him the wetness coating your fingers.

He doesn’t stop you when you return your fingers to your clit, doesn’t stop you when you pick up the pace or when your breathing starts getting harder.

In fact he puts on his own show, spitting into his palm and picking up his own pace, twisting his hand over the head, his free hand tracing abstract patterns over his thigh.

You could get off like this, you’re going to get off like this, legs tensing and core tightening. A gasp gets caught in your throat as your orgasm builds, almost there, and then it’s gone.

A growl rumbles in Joel’s chest when his hand grabs your ankle and you’re pulled flat on your back. He’s hovering over you, hand pinning both of yours above your head, your thighs hooked over his.

“Not gonna come on your fingers” he pants by way of explanation, pushing the tip of his cock between your soaked folds, catching your clit and nudging at the entrance to your cunt. “Gonna come on my cock”

Joel buries himself to the hilt inside you with a sharp thrust, the stretch is so satisfying it sends a shudder up your spine that has your back arching and your hips tilting down into his, desperate to feel the ache that comes with being too full.

“Look at that, got my entire cock buried in you and you still want more” Joel taunts you, his arm slipping under the arch in your back as he withdraws and pushes back in again.

“Joel” you gasp as he fucks into you, pulling you down to meet his thrusts. His pace is unrelenting, thick cock dragging against your walls, the slight curve catching just right on that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake and your head go foggy.

“Say it again darlin’” it comes out as a snarl but there’s a hint of a plea in there.

“Fuck Joel, oh yes just like that” you push yourself further into him, his arm tightening to keep you there.

Your shoulders burn and your fingers are going numb with the restricting grip of Joel’s hand around your wrists. It’s intimate, too intimate, Joel’s breath hot on your face and his entire body flush against yours. Joel must think so too because he pulls out, hand around your waist flipping you over so your face is pushed into the cushions and your hips are raised. Before you can even catch your breath he’s forcing himself back into you.

“Fuck, so tight. Especially for a whore” you don’t expect your cunt to clench at that and Joel definitely doesn’t expect it either. He lets out a shocked laugh “You like that? Being called a whore?” He pulls out and slides back in, the action and his question pulling a sinful moan from you.

His pace from this angle isn’t so unrelenting but it’s harder and deeper, his hips and thighs flush against yours as he bottoms out, pulling out so you can just feel him resting at your entrance, so you feel the stretch of every thrust, over and over and over again.

“Such a whore, letting anyone fuck this cunt for a couple ration cards” his hand grabs your hair, tugging so your back is pressed to his chest and his arm wraps around your waist, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple. The hand in your hair pulls, turning you to face towards the table and his payment “My whore now. Those cards should be plenty enough that you don’t need to do this with anyone else”

Like this, his cock nudges that spot inside you again and this time you cry out, ragged moans falling from your lips with every snap of his hips. And his words, god his words, wash over you like a too hot shower burning your skin.

“All mine, just for me. Not gonna let anyone else touch you” You don’t realise that’s a question until you feel a sharp smack to your rear. “Tell me you’re not gonna let anyone else touch you”

“Not gonna” you shake your head as you speak “only you”

“Tha’s my girl” he murmurs and oh you like that, the idea of being Joel’s girl, being the one he spends his nights buried inside.

“Yes, your girl, just for you” His mouth is on your neck and he bites down as you speak, sucking bruises onto your skin.

If it was anyone else you’d tell them to stop, no one wants a whore marked by another man but he owns you now so you let him. Hand reaching up to grab his hair, keeping his mouth on you, giving him permission.

His free hand works its way between your legs, flicking your clit with practised fingers and you’re suddenly right on the edge, release within reach, you just need a little bit more. As if Joel can sense exactly what you need his mouth breaks from your neck and his lips find your ear

“Is my whore gonna come for me?” He teases, pulling a frantic litany of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ from you. “C’mon then”

The waves that had been steadily building crash over you, shaking violently as your cunt tightens and flutters around his cock, pulling him in deeper. Light bursts behind your eyes and your hands claw at his arm keeping you upright, nails biting into his skin. You don’t hear the scream you let out but you feel it burning in your chest and your throat. Your ears are ringing, muffling the sound of Joel talking you through it.

When you finally return to yourself Joel is still thrusting into you, your head resting heavily on his shoulder behind you.

“Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up” that snaps you back to reality

“No. Joel you can’t- can’t do that” you panic slightly, wanting to push him away but he’s too strong, grip too tight.

And really, if you’re being entirely honest, you don’t actually want to push him away, you want to take what he gives you but it’s unrealistic and you can’t let yourself want that.

“Yeah I can, you’re mine now. Or have you forgotten already?” You shake your head, no you haven’t forgotten but no he still can’t come inside you “don’t worry’ll get you the mornin’ after pill”

His words are slurred and his thrusts are losing rhythm and you realise he’s holding back, waiting for you to say yes. His arm around you squeezes in warning and you can feel him tense behind you. This is it, the ultimate trust exercise and it’s now or never. Your hand entangles with his around your waist and you nod.

“Fuck, yeah. Want it, wanna feel you fill me” His fingers tighten under yours and he picks up speed, fucking into you sloppily and panting against your temple.

With a final thrust and a groan you can feel in your own chest Joel spills into you, holding himself so deep it’s painful, ‘Property of Joel Miller’ branded on your walls with every drop of his release.

“So good, so fuckin’ good f’me” he breathes hot into your ear, hips twitching as he comes down from his high. He doesn’t let you go straight away, naked frame held tight against his fully clothed one. You untangle your hand from his when your legs start to ache, knees protesting as they dig into the well worn sofa, slumping forward when Joel finally releases you.

Your body is exhausted, eyes heavy and stinging with the effort of keeping them open. Joel’s up and redressed before you even think about reaching for your t-shirt, uncaring as you lay naked on your sofa, marked body on display for him.

Joel’s calloused fingers trace the blossoming bruises that litter your neck and shoulders, his touch surprisingly tender. His hands find yours and help you up so you’re sitting, holding your t-shirt out to slip into, the marks on your neck are visible above the neckline of your shirt and a dark sense of pride washes over him.

“I meant what I said, enough cards there to keep you comfortable for a while, don’t wanna hear you’ve been whoring yourself out again” His confession takes you by surprise, you honestly hadn’t thought he meant it, men say all sorts of things in the throes of passion, you’d know.

The realisation sends a shiver down your spine, you’re his girl now and you don't mind that one bit, the kept woman of Joel Miller.

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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ro-is-struggling · 1 year

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Touch || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Word count: 4300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with feelings, dry humping, overstimulation, kinda sub!bucky x gentle dom!reader, touch starved bucky, a little angst (it’s bucky duh), fluff

English is not my first language

Notes: This is a continuation of THIS little thing that I posted the other day, but you don't have to read it to understand the story.

Bucky was not someone who enjoyed a lot of physical contact, that was a fact about him that you found out pretty quickly. You just had to see the way he interacted with his friends and the people around him to notice that he didn't really like to be touched, especially by strangers. You'd seen him jump and flinch at the slightest brush of someone's body making their way through the busiest nights at the bar, so you kept that in mind when you had your first date. It didn't really matter to you that he didn't even hold your hand or kiss you at the end of the date, you had such a good time with him that you didn't even think about it.

Besides, that only made things more interesting. Not knowing when he was going to kiss you —or if he was even going to kiss you at all— kept you on your toes, butterflies fluttering in your stomach every time you looked into each other's eyes. The tension only increased with each date and all that build up made your first kiss magical. There were no words to describe how you felt the moment his lips finally met yours. It was a shy, experimental kiss, your lips brushing delicately as you explored this new feeling. Bucky rested his hand on your cheek to draw you closer to him, the touch of his fingers awakening a tingle on your skin. It was almost hard to believe that someone as big and strong as him was capable of such gentleness, but that was what made the moment so special.

There was definitely a spark between you, a connection you had never felt with anyone before. So you didn't care that it had taken Bucky longer than usual to kiss you, you were willing to wait as long as it took to feel that electricity that only he seemed to be able to awaken coursing through your body. Bucky made it all worth it.

You usually let him initiate the physical contact. You didn't want to end up accidentally stepping over his boundaries, so beyond a few kisses and hugs you used to let him decide when he wanted to hold your hand or cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie. You didn't mind the lack of physical contact, it didn't affect your relationship in the slightest. It wasn't like that was the only way to show affection. You didn't have to doubt if Bucky really loved you or if your relationship had a future because he always found other ways to show you how he felt about you.

He may not be very good at expressing his feelings in a physical way, but he had a special talent for expressing in words and beautiful metaphors the love he felt for you, confessions that were immortalized in the love letters he often sent you. The nature of his work required him to spend weeks and sometimes even months away from you, and he would take advantage of those moments alone to reflect on his feelings and pour them out on paper, expressing in neat handwriting the thoughts that were running through his head. You still talked on the phone and texted each other all the time, but there was something so intimate and personal about handwritten love letters that he refused to let them die, forgotten in the past.

Bucky also expressed his love through acts of service, dropping everything he was doing to come to your aid whenever you were in the slightest inconvenience. And he also loved sharing quality time with you, whether it was planning a romantic evening or just staying by your side while the two of you did nothing on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Those were all acts that undoubtedly proved to you that Bucky loved you, so you really didn't mind the lack of physical displays of affection. The love you shared was much purer and more intense than any of your past relationships, so who cared if you weren't holding hands all the time when your chest exploded with love every time you saw him.

You learned very quickly that Bucky Barnes had a different love language than most of the other people you had dated, and you were more than okay with it. You never asked him about it because you honestly didn't think there was a reason behind it. People love in different ways, some are more vocal and physical about it and some are more quiet and reserved, but that doesn't mean they are any more or less valid. All different ways of showing love are valid and you always assumed that Bucky was naturally a person who didn't enjoy excessive physical contact because of the way he sometimes flinched and squirmed when your hands caressed his skin for too long. But your perspective on Bucky's loving ways changed one Sunday afternoon.

You were lying on the couch watching a movie in your apartment. You were comfortably settled on the right end, your arm resting on the armrest and your legs stretched out on the coffee table. You had a pillow in your lap and on it rested Bucky's head, who was lying on his side so he could get a good view of the TV. The sunset light coming through the window illuminated his face in a special way, highlighting every detail you loved about him. The movie faded into the background as you lost yourself in the adorable image of your boyfriend resting on your lap. He looked so peaceful that if it weren't for the soft giggles he let out from time to time you would think he was asleep. It was rare to see him like that, with his features so relaxed, and you loved him.

Bucky's long chestnut hair rested messily on the cushion. A stray strand fell over his face, hiding part of his beautiful features from your eyes. Without realizing what you were doing you reached your hand out to brush it away, tucking the rebellious strand of hair behind his ear so you could admire him better. Bucky closed his eyes for a moment when your fingertips brushed the skin on his temple, but said nothing. So you let your hand wander through his hair a little longer while you lost yourself in his beauty and the love you felt for him. Your fingers stroked his hair gently, your nails lightly scraping his scalp.

Bucky closed his eyes again, only this time he didn't realize he had done so. His body stopped responding to his brain's commands, momentarily losing himself in your gentle touches. He was instantly overwhelmed by the delicate movement of your fingers. It had been so long since he had last been in such an intimate situation that his body did not know how to react. His brain stopped working every time you touched him and this was no exception. When you pulled a strand of his hair with a little more force than usual —accidentally or not, he didn't know—, Bucky let out a pathetic whimper, electricity coursing through his body and awakening a flame inside him that he thought had been extinguished.

But then he came back to his senses. His brain regained control over his body and forced him to jump up and away from you before something went wrong.

"Bucky, I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." you rushed to apologize, fearing you had crossed his boundaries regarding physical contact without realizing it. You should have been more careful, you should have asked him if it didn't bother him before touching him.

It broke Bucky's heart to see the guilt and fear in your eyes, especially knowing that it was all his fault and not yours. You were nothing but loving and patient with him, never pressuring him for anything and creating a safe space where he could relax and let loose without fear. "No, no, it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "It's not you, it's me. I'm the problem, doll."

"No, Bucky, don't say that," you said, moving closer to him. You reached out to touch him, there was nothing you wanted to do more than hold his hand and kiss him until his sad expression changed. But at the last second you realized that wouldn't be a good idea so you dropped it in your lap once more.

"But it's true," he insisted. "You did nothing wrong, it's just that... it's hard for me. I haven't been this close, this intimate, with anyone in a long time and it's kinda overwhelming," he revealed, surprising you. In all this time it never occurred to you that this could be the reason for his problem with physical contact.

"It's okay, Buck. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm more than fine with the way things are right now between us."

"But that's the thing," he sighed, adjusting his posture so he could look you in the eyes. "I like it when you touch me, when you kiss me and you hold me while we watch a movie. It makes me feel good... it makes me feel loved. But then I get overwhelmed and I- I don't know, I just can't do it," he muttered in frustration, not quite sure how to explain to you that he had spent the last few months of his life trying to train his brain to stop associating physical contact with the horrors he had experienced with Hydra.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," you spoke in a soft tone. "I'm happy with our relationship the way it is right now. I love you, Bucky, and I would never pressure you into anything."

"I know, doll. You've been nothing but kind and understanding. I just wish I could give you more."

"We can take things slow. There's no need to rush into anything, baby." you said, moving a little closer to him until your leg brushed his. "I can still hold you and kiss you and touch you... you don't have to run from me, Bucky. We can take our time to test your boundaries and get you used to intimacy again, if you want that, of course."

Bucky would be lying if he said your words didn't sound tempting. There was nothing he loved more than feeling your hands on his body, the taste of your lips on his mouth and the warmth of your skin against his. He avoided physical contact not because he didn't like it but because he enjoyed it too much and his brain was not yet ready to process what your touch made him feel. He was easily overwhelmed by your touch, every little brush of your fingers awakened a tingle inside him and a flame deep in his stomach. He would lose the ability to think coherently when you held him and sometimes he could feel tears forming in his eyes when you held his hand as you walked down the street. The idea of someone loving him without fear or regret was something that filled his chest with joy and frightened him in equal proportions. A part of him still had trouble understanding that someone was capable of loving him like that.

"Do you trust me?" you asked as you read the doubt in his eyes. Bucky nodded, shaking his head slightly without a second thought. "I need you to use your words, baby."

"Yes, doll, I trust you" he assured you firmly, putting a warm smile on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

"Please," Bucky begged and that was all the confirmation you needed to take his face in your hands and press your lips together.

It was a slow kiss, your lips gently caressing his in an attempt to calm his nerves. You felt him relax under your touch, surrendering to the warm tingle that ran through his body each time you kissed him. He let you guide him, his body responding to your movements without protest. When he felt your tongue caress his lips he parted them, granting you permission to attack his mouth.

Everything became a blur after that. He could feel your lips on his, your hands caressing his skin, the warmth of your body enveloping him completely, but it was too much for his poor brain to process. He was limited to feel, to move and act following his most primitive instincts while the flame inside him only grew.

"Is this okay?" you asked him, pulling away from his lips to speak. Only then did Bucky realize that you were now sitting on his lap, trapping his body between your legs.

"Yes," he managed to say between ragged breaths. But you didn't give him much of a break, attacking his lips once more before trailing your kisses down his jaw to his neck.

Bucky closed his eyes instinctively, losing himself in the tingling that the brush of your lips on his skin awakened inside him. His hands traveled to your hips, his fingers clinging to you as a way to keep himself grounded. It was pathetic, utterly ridiculous, that a man his age would melt at the slightest touch of your lips on his body, but he couldn't help it. It had been so long since he had last experienced such intimacy with someone that it was like it was his first time all over again. And in a way it was. The old innocent and confident Bucky had died that cold day falling off that train and for over 70 years he had been forced to live as something else, an entity with no voice or conscience damned to obey orders. He had been changed by that experience and when he was freed from his chains a completely different man from the one he used to be emerged. A man who had to adapt to a different world than the one he was used to and who had to train his brain to stop responding to old patterns. So in a way it was like being born again, at least that's how he had felt the day the trigger words stopped working on him. And that's how he felt with you sitting on his lap, your lips sucking on his neck while your hands explored his body.

Bucky felt like he was in heaven, flying through the clouds as a euphoric feeling filled his insides. He hadn't really realized how much he missed that kind of intimacy until that moment. He was desperate to feel more of you, reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess every time your lips brushed his soft spots or when your hands disappeared into his hair, delicately tugging at the chestnut strands. He let out the most pathetic whimper as your core made contact with his growing erection, your hips rolling sensually as you gently nibbled the skin of his neck. He tightened his grip on your waist, to stop you or to pull you closer to him, he wasn't sure.

The sounds that escaped his lips were like music to your ears, a sweet melody that coursed through your body and made your core throb. It had not been your intention to rub against him in that way, it was a subconscious act of your body, desperate to find some relief from the pressure that was forming in the pit of your stomach. But now that you had done it and Bucky seemed to respond positively to it, you continued to do it, finding a slow, sensual rhythm that would bring you both to the edge of pleasure.

You two were fully clothed, yet there was something so erotic about what you were doing. To have a man like Bucky, so tall, serious and imposing, turned into a moaning, panting mess beneath you ignited a flame in you, a sensation you had never experienced before. You could feel your wetness staining your underwear as you admired the pleasure in Bucky's expression-his eyes closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed and parted lips letting out an endless stream of whimpers. But there was also something in the way he seemed to be giving himself completely to you that filled your heart with joy. He trusted you for this. He trusted you to take care of him. He trusted the safe environment you had created for him. He knew he could let his guard down when he was with you, allow himself to experience that kind of closeness, that kind of intimacy, without fear of rejection or embarrassment. He loved you and that was the most important thing of all.

"Wait!" Bucky suddenly exclaimed between shaky breaths. He tightened his grip on your hips, but this time it was to stop you before it was too late. "I- I don't think I can..." he trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. He didn't want to disappoint you, but he also didn't want to admit out loud that he's had trouble bringing himself to orgasm. It's not like he didn't want to, he was desperate to feel that sweet relief, but he just couldn't. He tried to pleasure himself several times in the past and generally everything went well until his climax started to approach, then the pleasure became too much. His mind is unable to relax, to let go of the sensations, and it all ended abruptly, leaving him tense and frustrated —even more so than usual.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here for you," you said in a soft, sensual voice, your fingers delicately stroking his hair. "Let me help you." You didn't move until you had confirmation that this was what he wanted, leaving it up to him to decide how to proceed. When he nodded his head slightly you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before continuing your movements.

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," you purred against his ear as Bucky began to move beneath you, thrusting his hips upward to match you.

You quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of you, each little brush of your bodies pushing you ever closer to the edge. Bucky's moans were almost uncontrollable as he held you close to his body, his hands never leaving your hips, pressing you against his bulge. It was too much, the heat coursing through his body, the pressure building in his stomach, the racing of his heart... he felt like he was going to explode. And yet, he didn't want the moment to end. He was desperate for relief, but at the same time he would live forever in that moment if he could. Nothing compared to the feeling of having you so close to him, moaning his name as you held him.

“You like that, baby?” you asked after Bucky let out a particularly loud whine. “You like it when I bite your neck?”

“Yes! Yes, f-fuck… please,” he muttered incoherently. He didn't even know why he was begging, the plea escaping his lips before he could stop himself.

“Does it feel good? Yeah?”

“So good, doll… so fucking good.” Bucky was struggling to respond in coherent sentences, his pleasure-clouded brain too distracted to function properly. “You’re so good to me, doll…so, so g-good. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. I won’t." You reassured him between ragged breaths. You increased the pace, seeking your relief as much as his. With one hand you held onto Bucky's shoulder for support while your other hand traveled to his cheek. Your fingers tenderly stroked the soft skin of his face, a delicate action that contrasted with the desperation of the movements of your hips. Bucky accepted the touch gladly, leaning into your hand as he felt the world around him collapse.

"God, you're so pretty like this, all needy and desperate for my touch… my pretty boy." The words left your lips before you realized it. You didn't even know where they had come from, it was the first time you had uttered something like that in such an intimate moment. But it felt natural and Bucky seemed to like it judging by the way his member twitched in his pants. He let out a whimper that sounded almost like a cry and you knew then that he wouldn't last much longer. "Are you close, baby? You gonna cum for me?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes! Please, I'm so close… don't stop… feels so good… please." Bucky was on the verge of tears, the pleasure overwhelming him completely. He felt like he was on fire, his whole body tensing with anticipation. It was too much and yet too little. He wanted to stop, but at the same time he would cry if you took the heat from your center away from him. His brain was fried, pleasure clouding his thoughts completely.

"That's it, baby, cum for me. I wanna feel you coming undone underneath me. I wanna see your pretty face screw up in pleasure when you cum. C'mon baby, let go for me." You encouraged him, lowering your lips to his neck to kiss and nibble on his soft spots. You were close to your orgasm too, your clitoris throbbing desperately and your core clenching around nothing with every thrust of your hips. Your underwear was completely ruined, soaked with the wetness of your arousal. You were pretty sure Bucky could feel it through his thin sweatpants that sported a dark stain where your bodies met, your arousal and Bucky's mingling in the light gray fabric. But even though you were desperate for some relief you were holding back. This was supposed to be about Bucky and you wanted him to cum first.

"Oh f-fuck, I-" he tried to warn you, but his sentence was cut off by the overwhelming force of his orgasm. The knot in his stomach snapped, triggering an electric rush that coursed through his body from head to toe. He pressed your hot center against his erection, holding you in place as rope after rope of cum stained his underwear.

"That's it baby… so good to me, such a good boy," You murmured against his ear as you moved your hips slowly, riding him through his orgasm as you chased yours. He was a mess beneath you, his whole body convulsing from overstimulation. Yet his member was still hard between your legs, throbbing with desperation as if Bucky hadn't just had one of the best orgasms of his life.

"It's… it's too much, f-fuck, I-I can't." Bucky tried to speak, struggling to catch his breath and recover his cognitive abilities. He had never experienced anything similar before. He was still flying high from his first orgasm and could already feel a second forming in the pit of his stomach. He was painfully hard and overstimulated, his cock still dripping cum adding to the sticky mess that was in his boxers. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wondered if his current condition had anything to do with the years he had gone without any kind of sexual activity, or if it was simply the effect you had on him. He guessed it was a little of both.

"Are you gonna cum for me again?" you asked him between moans, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with each brush of your clothed core over his bulge. "Fuck, that's so hot, baby. Cum with me, please. I'm so close, baby. I want to feel you cum with me, please." You begged him, your voice broken with pleasure. You gave him a quick, sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you chased your orgasm. When you broke away you rested your forehead on Bucky's, looking into his eyes as the world around you collapsed, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm overwhelmed your senses.

Seeing your face screwed up in pleasure pushed Bucky over the edge again, his second orgasm leaving him completely ruined and unable to move underneath you. His cock throbbed between his legs as he released rope after rope of cum, creating a bigger mess of sticky fluid in his pants. He had never cum so hard or so intensely before, but he'd be lying if he said that wasn't exactly what he needed.

You collapsed onto Bucky's chest, hiding your face in his neck as you both struggled to catch your breath. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, the sound of the movie playing in the background the only thing you could hear in the room besides your accelerated breathing.

"How do you feel?" you mumbled against the skin of his neck, curious to know if the experience had been as wonderful for him as it had been for you.

"Great. I feel great," he replied, struggling to form a coherent sentence. "That was..." he trailed off, unsure of how to describe what he felt.

"I know," you assured him with a chuckle, placing a sweet kiss on the skin of his neck. Bucky smiled, wrapping his arms around your body to draw you closer to him. He used his flesh hand to caress your back, tracing imaginary shapes with his fingers as he enjoyed the way the warmth of your body enveloped him.

"How do you feel?" he wanted to know.

"Awesome," you smiled. " Although I need a shower," you added, moving to get up from your spot. But before you could pull away, Bucky tightened his grip on you, trapping you between his chest and arms.

"Later," he said. "I want to stay like this for a little while longer." You smiled, settling into his arms as you inhaled the scent of his cologne. Bucky really was the man of your dreams and you would forever be grateful to fate for having crossed your path.

“I love you,” you told him as you traced imaginary figures on his chest with your fingers, losing yourself in the warmth of his body.

“I love you too, doll.”

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Rip and Tear and Throw It All Away (District 7!Cregan Stark x Tribute!reader, Capitol Mentor!Aemond Targaryen x Tribute!reader) - Part 1

AN: I googled which is the northernmost district in Panem because Cregan will always be the wolf of the north :)

For Context: it’s a mix of the mentorship style of TBOSAS (where the mentors are from the capitol) but it’s in modern HG era

-decided to make it 2 parts bc I got more ideas while writing hehehe-

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You had been in love with Cregan since you were 15. He confessed his love to you three days before his last time participating in the reaping. Now, at 18, so close to freedom from the reapings, both of you had plans. Grand plans to start a family and have a home all of your own. Too bad that won’t ever be possible.

Word count: 5,180

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, slight age gap (I made the reader a couple years younger than him for story purposes), p in v s*x, fingering, like a mild housewife kink?, cheating (or at least kinda), degradation/bullying/Aemond being an asshole to reader, (please let me know if I missed any)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

You woke up in Cregan’s arms the morning of your final reaping day. His arms were woven tight around you and his slow breaths fanned over your shoulder as your eyes fluttered open. The sun came softly in through the curtains, old flowery fabric your mother had stitched together from some childhood dresses and put up in your room.

As the sun rose, so did the hope in your heart for the first time in a long time. You remembered the last time you had felt like this, the morning after Cregan had kissed you for the first time. You had felt like the world was in the palm of your hands, that all the restrictions of Panem that made life not worth living were lifted away if even just for a moment.

It had been on the brink of his eighteenth birthday, a week before his final time participating in the reapings. You had been his little shadow for years, and the thought of him leaving school and leaving you behind to go to work, the thought of his name being in the bowl so many times that it was more than likely he would be picked had had you bawling your eyes out in the little alley between your houses where you went to meet. He had wrapped you up in his arms, pressing your face to his chest as you cried and cried and cried until he was hushing you gently, telling you to quiet down because he had something very important to tell you. Your sobs had slowed down to blubbers and then to whimpers before you finally began taking hiccupping breaths and wiped at your eyes to look at him in earnest. Whenever he spoke, you listened like he was a messiah. He told you that he wanted to go into his final reaping with no regrets, that if it just so happened that he was picked then he didn’t want to leave, to die, without you knowing how he felt. You gulped, staring into his eyes and hoping beyond hope that he was saying what you had always wished to hear him say. He said he loved you, that it was ok if you didn’t feel the same, but he wanted you to know, he wanted to kiss you once, even if it would only be once. He had cupped your face, smiling at you sadly when you continued to stare at him, as if your lack of response confirmed your lack of feelings. But then you leaned forward and nuzzled his nose with your own, repeating the words ‘I love you’ until he had finally pressed his lips to your own to silence you.

You had initially planned to stay over at Cregan’s house the night before, a preemptive celebration crossed with a possible final night of love. But your parents had always been firm about the night before reaping day. They didn’t know what would happen when the tribute names were called and if it did somehow happen to be you, they wanted to know their last moments with you weren’t some passing moment over breakfast. You understood. You had seen the families of the tributes fall apart since you were old enough to be aware of the games. The mothers that no longer came out of their houses, the fathers that wasted away between their work and their suddenly empty homes. The brothers and sisters who were either too young to understand why their sibling had gone away, or old enough to feel a guilt that sent them to an early grave as well.

So you stayed home, laughing at silly things over the dinner table, hugging your mother on the couch for hours without saying a word. Then, when both of your parents had finally gone to bed, you snuck to the door and opened it to find Cregan waiting just outside with one hand on the strap of a bag, and the other in his pocket. He looked up when you appeared in front of him, and a small smile pulled on his lips. You ushered him in quietly and led him to your room, gently shutting the plywood door behind you. He pulled you into his arms then, bending down to press his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. He placed gentle kisses against the skin of your neck and you rubbed his back, running your fingertips over the muscles he had gained from starting work.

You remembered the day Cregan had left school and started working with the trees. He had been assigned chopping duty, as almost all others were, and you had sat in his room after school waiting for him to return. He had walked in with his axe, dropping it by the door with a heavy thud. You had startled, staring at him and the weapon. Your father had his own axe at home, so you were used to the sight, but seeing Cregan with it still felt… different. Some of the sweat had dried but he was still glistening with it and you could see little wood chips in his hair. He had stared at you, as if seeing you in his home at the end of a day’s work had somehow made the toiling well worth it. You had blushed from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and a heat had settled in your belly. You had quickly gotten up then, pressing a dainty kiss to his cheek and murmuring something about getting water from the pump for him to wash up.

The night before you had led him to your bed, sitting him down on the edge and caressing his cheeks, his lips, his eyelids. You had helped him out of his shirt, put his boots to the side, and stood in front of him once more.

“I want to remember you,” you whispered, staring at his face in the moonlight that filtered in through the window. “Just in case.” You pressed a light kiss to his mouth, just a little press before pulling away and watching him as he shook his head.

“No, don’t say that, don’t even think about it. We have plans, remember?” He kept shaking his head but you nodded, cupping his cheek and smiling with wet eyes.

“We do, really important plans,” you kissed his lips again, another gentle one that only slightly pushed against his mouth. “We’re gonna get married, and apply for the corner house, the one with vines growing all over it and the two windows that are never fully shut. We’ll have two kids, so they can keep each other company and we’ll always have laughter in the house. And every day you’ll come home, and the first thing you’ll do is kiss me,” Cregan smiled brightly and you giggled, kissing him again and again and again until he was shushing your giggles and rolling you onto the bed and under him.

The entire night was spent whispering to each other, kissing, and making love. Cregan had wanted to wait until the night of your wedding to finally be joined together, but in this world neither of you could promise that you would reach it. You thought it was an appropriate night to finally bare yourselves to each other, to finally become one, because tomorrow held no promises.

He had caved when you had slipped your nightgown off your shoulders and allowed it to slide down to your feet. He had been laying back on your bed, shirt off, and you could see the way his entire body responded to the sight. He had pounced on you, dragging you back to be under him and settling his weight on top of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you clenched them tight, pushing your hips up against his to try and get some friction where you ached the most. Cregan moaned into your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to eat you, nipping at your lips as his hands roamed over your body, squeezing your flesh and rubbing your skin.

“Cregan please, do… something,” you whined, feeling restless to the core. He gripped your breasts in his hands kissed down to them, lapping at your nipples before sucking on each one harshly. You jolted on the bed, but his weight held you down and he continued attacking your skin with his mouth until you were whining that they had become too sensitive. Even just the stray brush of his lips as he moved away from your chest was too much against your nipples. He kissed back up your neck and looked into your eyes as he gently pressed his fingers to your slick folds, slipping the tips of his index and middle finger around in your juices before gently easing one of his fingers inside you. He pushed past your entrance and slowly rubbed the pad of his finger along the gummy flesh of your walls, the squelch and texture of your insides. He pulled the finger in and out of you, listening closely to the sounds you made, the huffs of breath and the muffled moans as the pleasure ebbed and flowed with his movements. When you began rocking your hips up and down with his movements, he eased in the other finger, kissing you as you gasped sharply and gently scissoring his fingers at your entrance.

Though he hadn’t wanted to sleep with you until marriage, he had done this to you before. He had pushed two fingers into your pussy and mouthed at it like a man parched. He had had you hump yourself against his thigh until you drenched his work pants and ride his face until he granted you permission to pull your sore cunt away from his ravenous mouth. But he had never inserted a third finger until now, shushing you and telling you that it was essential if you wanted to fit his cock inside you that night. You just moaned and listened to the squelching, his heavy breathing, the rustling of sheets. You felt each of his fingers inside you, pressing together and against your walls, rubbing your entrance and pressing against it every time they pushed back in. You felt his skin stick to yours, the sheets under you damp and clinging to your skin, his hot breaths on your shoulders and the occasional kiss or bite. Your nipples rubbed against his chest as he continued working you higher and higher, warm waves shooting from your breasts down to your core. He moved faster, you panted harder. He pressed harder, you rolled your hips faster. He pressed your clit with his thumb, rubbing it haphazardly but so perfectly that your orgasm climbed even quicker until it was rumbling through your body, shaking your belly and your legs, tingling in your core and the tips of your fingers. You kept moving your hips against Cregan’s hand and he began to slow his movements, waiting until your hips stood still to pull his fingers from you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, just touching the tip of his nose against your own.

“Yes,” you breathed out, running your hands up his arms and kissing his lips lightly. “Please, Cregan. Neither of us knows what will happen tomorrow. If it is nothing, then I will have still gotten to love you, to share myself with you. If my name is called, then I can leave knowing that I at least got to have this night with you, that we shared a bed together.” You kissed him as tears suddenly welled in your tired eyes.

You didn’t want to think too long about the possibilities, and Cregan granted your wish. He kissed you, mouth open and delved his tongue inside, warm and wet. You moaned as he began spreading your legs, the sticky sound of your lips and thighs peeling apart making you shift in embarrassment. Cregan just kissed you again, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance and hushing you as you began to keen nervously. He pressed fully in, grunting and panting in your ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bit at your ear, pushing his nose into your hair and rubbing his cheek against yours like a desperate wolf. “You feel-you feel so good, ungh!” He couldn’t stop himself from lightly thrusting into you, your pussy clenching onto him like a vice as you tried to get used to the feeling.

You were stretched to the brim, your legs were shaking and your nails dug into his shoulders. He pulled back and thrust into you again, a puff of breath leaving you as your entire pelvis tingled. He did it again, nibbling at your neck. You pushed your hips up, trying to get him to move quicker. You craved the little waves of pleasure that ebbed from your core to every limb when he thrusted in and out. He began moving, smooth pushes and pulls of his hips. The pleasure began to build, heightening with every thrust until your moans had to be muffled with his hand against your mouth. He pressed his mouth to your shoulder as he began to rut into you, thrusts uneven and animalistic.

The release was sudden, one thrust and you were gone over the edge, body spasming and cunt gushing. You clenched and unclenched onto him, digging your nails into his back and thrusting your hips up to match his rhythm. Your entire body was covered in warm, spark-like, waves undulating beneath your skin. You felt him cum inside you, felt the warm spurts touch your insides and the tremble of his body against yours. He had thrust until his hips could handle it no longer then lay on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck as you ran your fingers up and down his spine.

Now here you were, slowly sitting up in bed, stretching your arms and legs and shivering at the unfamiliar soreness that had settled between your legs. Cregan stirred, blinking his eyes open and watching you stand up and head to the little pile of discarded clothes at the end of your bed. You slipped your bra back on, then walked to your little chest of drawers to pull out a pair of panties. He watched you slip them up your legs then find a white cotton dress that you only wore on special occasions. It had lace trimmings and a pretty rounded collar that sat perfectly on your chest. He sat up against the wall behind your bed but didn’t move his eyes from your form as you tied the ribbon around your waist. You turned to look at him and smiled, cheeks pink, not knowing how much he wished he could wake up to this sight every day for the rest of his life.

“You’d better hurry, my parents have already gone to the square for their place at the reaping,” you teased, voice slightly husky. Cregan nodded but didn’t get up for a moment, continuing to watch you as you set your hair in the little mirror then began looking for your shoes.

He slowly stood up, still completely naked from the night before. You blushed as you watched him. He walked over to you and cupped your face in his hands, grip firm. He tilted your chin forward and kissed you, running his thumbs along your cheekbones before pulling away.

“I love you,” he whispered, then moved away to pull his clothes out of his bag. You stood there for a moment, staring after him, cheeks hurting from your smile.

Cregan walked you to the town square. He held your hand the whole way, whispering reassuring words close to your head and kissing your hair every chance he got. When you reached the edge of the square, he kissed your hands, your cheeks, one last time before letting you go to stand with the other possible tributes. You watched him walk away before going to the signup and having your finger pricked. They ushered you away quickly and you found a place right in the middle beside some of the girls you knew from your year.

The guards were quick to shove everyone to their places and the ceremony started quickly. You stared down at the floor as the video played, the words going in one ear and out the other. You had heard it so many times you could probably recite it from memory, and you had become a master at tuning it out. The capitol representative was quick to start the picking, a short and spritely woman wearing more colour than you had probably seen in your entire life.

“Ladies first,” she joked in that shrill voice, as if this were some happy occasion. You held your breath as you listened to the tape unsticking from the paper, and heard her intake of breath before she said “Y/n L/n.”

You didn’t really hear her though. At least you don’t think you did. She didn’t say your name, right? Surely she didn’t say your name. People began murmuring around you, those stood next to you shuffling away slightly. You looked around yourself as if in a trance, the entire world seemed so hazy, not registering until after you had moved your eyes away from whatever you had been looking at.

“Y/n L/n?” The woman repeated, and your hands began to shake. Your eyes began to well, and you forced your feet to move to the path. You couldn’t think about it right now. You couldn’t. You had to get to the stage. That’s all. You just had to get to the stage. There was rustling and yelling behind you, a loud grunt and a scream.

“Y/N! Y/N STOP!” You turned and saw Cregan struggling against the army of peacekeepers holding onto him. “Y/N!” He kept fighting, shoving a few off and beginning to run toward you before he was engulfed once more. They yanked his hands behind his back and pulled him back so he lost his footing and was forced to put all his weight onto the man holding his arms. He screamed and looked at you, eyes burning with rage and fear.

You didn’t know if you should continue to the stage or go toward him. All you wanted was to be in his arms again, for him to tell you that everything was going to be alright and that this was all just a bad dream. You wanted to be back in your room and have him watch you as you dressed. When you began to move toward him, a peacekeeper stepped in front of you and grabbed your arm, turning you around and walking you to the stage. You turned to stare at Cregan as they dragged him away, as he continued to yell your name and try to tear away from them and run to you. When you saw the pain on his face, the way he mouthed your name before he was finally dragged off, you broke. Tears that had begun to well when your name was called spilled freely from your eyes. The sobs you had tried to bite down hiccuped from you, shaking your chest. You felt like your entire body was about to crumple and without the peacekeeper pulling you all the way to the stage and standing you up next to the capitol woman, you would surely have fallen where you stood and never gotten back up again.

You didn’t register the rest of the ceremony, didn’t pay attention to whoever else was picked in the reaping, just stood on the stage and sobbed until your throat hurt and you had no tears left to cry. Just before you were led off the stage, an overarching sense of shame overwhelmed you.

You were going to let your district down. You were going to the capitol just to fail, to die, and bring further shame to your people. For the moment you stood in front of the mic, while the peacekeepers began to open the door, you gently leaned forward and whispered “I’m sorry” as you looked out at the crowd. Everyone stared back up at you with owlish eyes and you turned away, allowing them to guide you to your final moments with your family.

You hadn’t been able to watch your parents cry. You had spent the entire three minutes hugging them and crying into their shoulders. They had whispered encouragement to you, made you promise to try your best and told you how much they believed in you. They forced you to look into their eyes as they told you they believed you could come home, to do what you had to do just as long as you came home. You just barely had the power to nod before the peacekeeper came and pulled them away from you.

You truly broke down when the door opened to Cregan. His grey eyes were limned with red, his entire body shaking as he reached out and pulled you into his arms. He kissed you, long and deep until you had to pull away to breathe. He pressed his forehead to yours and caressed your cheeks as you began to cry once more.

“You can do this,” he said simply, clinging to you tightly, but you just began shaking your head.

“No, no I can’t. Don’t lie to me. I am nothing, no one. I don’t know how to kill, I can’t do it.” You were beginning to become hysterical, sobs heaving out of you.

“Shush,” he pressed his hand to your mouth and forced your chin up so you looked into his eyes. “You can do this, I know you can. You’ll have a mentor, you’ll have access to weapons. You can train, make sure you ask them the right questions. Whatever it takes, ok?” His grip on your head was verging on painful, but you nodded, staring into his eyes like it was the only way you would survive.

“Whatever it takes,” you whispered, but your eyes filled with tears again and you couldn’t believe your own words. Cregan kissed you again, again and again until he heard the doors begin to open. “Here,” he slipped a piece of paper into your hands. “Give this to your mentor,” and then he was pulled out the door before you could even yell a goodbye. You began to panic, you had nothing to give him in return, and you quickly ripped a bit of lace from the hem of your dress and shoved it into his palm.

You stared down at the paper in your hands, a sealed envelope. You didn’t know where he got access to an envelope but it looked old and was beginning to yellow. You were tempted to open it but you didn’t, just slipped it into the pocket hidden in the folds of your dress. You didn’t know what he had for your mentor, but you trusted Cregan.

You slept the whole ride until the capitol. The representative had tried to coax you out of your room, to get you to mingle with the other tribute, but you had just shut the door in her face. The other tribute was a fourteen year old boy named Gendry. You doubted you could get along with him. Even the thought of trying before knowing he would ultimately die, if not at someone else’s hands then your own, made you feel sick and sent you rushing to clamber back into your bed and under the covers.

When the train finally stopped in the capitol, you allowed the representative to lead you off only to find two young people standing by the entrance waiting for you. Both were tall with white hair. The girl’s were formed into neat dreadlocks, some slightly piled on her head while others fell down her back and shoulders. Her brown eyes were warm as she smiled at all of you and you felt your shoulders relax slightly. The boy had long silky hair, brushed to perfection and falling down his back almost like a sheet of water. The front was combed back and tied neatly into the flow off the back of his head and you almost gasped at the eyepatch.

It was made of dark brown leather and wrapped around his head. It completely covered his left eye but you could see a red line of a scar leading to it before disappearing under the patch and reappearing underneath it, ending just a bit higher than the middle of his cheek. He didn’t smile, just watched you and Gendry with a sharp eye and a stoic face, posture straight and hands behind his back.

“Hello,” the girl began warmly, stepping forward and reaching out a hand to shake. You grasped it gently, giving her a rather limp handshake before bringing your hand back to your side. “I’m Rhaena, Rhaena Targaryen, and I will be Gendry’s mentor.” You nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving your lips. You turned to the boy just as she spoke again. “This is my cousin, Aemond Targaryen, he will be your mentor, Y/n,” she smiled but Aemond didn’t. He continued to watch you, as if studying every part of you to see what he would need to work on to get you to succeed in the games. You nodded stiffly in his direction, trying to pull a smile to your lips but failing to do so.

Then you were all standing there in the quiet, shuffling awkwardly for a moment before Rhaena cleared her throat and gestured to the hallway behind her.

“We’ll show you to your rooms, we’ll all be occupying the seventh floor together,” she said, and began to walk toward an elevator.

You were a step behind everyone, and by the time you reached the elevators you realised that Aemond had fallen back to walk beside you. You could tell he was a capitol citizen just by the way he walked. His spine was straight, his hands were clasped behind his back and each step was long and carefully measured. You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye, trying to study anything past the hard and stoic expression on his face, but he turned to you as if he knew you were watching and you quickly looked away, heart in your throat.

You all were taken up to the seventh floor and Rhaena led you into the most lavish place you had ever seen. The wallpaper was made of silk, the carpets were real animal furs of the softest kind, crystal chandeliers and a wall of windows. Tables and chairs of all shapes and sizes covered in fabrics in colours you could only have imagined.

Rhaena showed you to your room, saying you had some time to shower and change before you would all gather for dinner before leading the rest of the group away. Aemond did not follow. He stayed standing in the doorway, watching the group walk away until they were out of sight before turning to look at you. He watched silently as you walked about the room, touching all the baubles, feeling the fabric, and just generally being amazed by the lavish setup of the capitol. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

“You don’t even know how to use an axe, do you?” He sighed, tilting his head as he watched you stop in the middle of the room and whirl on your heel to face him. Your cheeks turned red and you shook your head. “No,” you gulped, a shiver running down your spine at his silky voice, “you were just rich enough not to have to learn survival but too poor to have any access to weapons.” He gently ran a finger across his lower lip as he observed you, humming to himself as he continued to peel away your skin and expose your very bones to his eyes.

“What’s the point of this?” You finally huffed, skin crawling. You turned away from, not wanting his eyes on you any longer. Or at least, not wanting to be able to see them. “You’re supposed to teach me everything I need to know in the arena.”

“I’m supposed to make you worth watching,” he replied, stepping closer to you and smirking. “Most tributes come in with skills that will help them in the arena, whether it be careers from 1 and 2 or the intelligence and expertise from 3 and 5.” His smirk dropped as he stepped closer to you, bending his head down to stare straight into your eyes as his voice became venomous. “This year, all the tributes have some worth, even the tattered corpses that they dragged out from district 12 have meat on their bones and brute force from the mines that they can use to crush your head. Every. Tribute. Has. Worth. Except you.”

Your eyes welled with tears as he grasped your chin in his hand. You stared into his one blue eye, trying to act unfazed but failing miserably as you began to sniffle. He stared at you with so much disdain that you began to tremble, every negative thought you had tried to banish suddenly breaking through the gaps of your mind.

“Just for being a second son, I was given a pathetic tribute who can barely stand on her own two feet. A weakling, the runt of the litter.” He spat every word, and you flinched as he spoke, but his grip was harsh and unrelenting, surely pressing bruises into your face. “So you will heed every word I say, you will do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you, like the good pup you are,” he patted your cheek with a flat hand and you cringed away, “and maybe, just maybe, you won’t be a total disappointment before the games even begin. Are we clear?”

You stared at the cruel set of his mouth, at the remaining eye that was cold and lifeless as a sapphire, and you nodded, a soft tilt down and up of your head. He let you go, smiled broadly, then left the room so swiftly it was as if he had never been there at all. You pressed your fingers to your tender jawline and let the tears fall from your eyes. You had never wished for Cregan’s presence more.

As you cried alone in your bed, across the country Cregan Stark sat at a table in the darkest part of the blackmarket tavern. Pressed into the shadows, three other people leaned forward over the table, discussing the price of guns, and rebellion. In his pocket he clutched a piece of lace, wrapping and unwrapping it from around his finger. Then he leaned in and said he would do whatever it took to take down the capitol. Whatever it took.

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sincerelywhistler · 2 months

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New month, new continuation

✨PART 4✨ of things my husband does that are so violently Asher Coded, I had to compile a written list and turn them into headcanons:

part 1 • part 2 • part 3

• his phone consistently below 20%. Babe has to plug it in every night cause he sure ain’t gonna

• saw the meme image thing on how to break your thumb ligament by flicking your wrist. Sat in quiet contemplation for a few minutes, visibly weighing the pros and cons of conducting this experiment. Moved on with his day without a word (the smart choice)

• “oh, you know you love meeeeeee” when he senses that he’s getting on my nerves, which is all the time /j of course.. mostly

• yoinks our nintendo switch to romance Sebastian in Stardew Valley every single play-through because it’s against his moral code to leave Tsundere characters un-kissed (what does this say about me)

• sends posts of two animals interacting, no matter what they’re doing, and captions it “this is literally us”

• also sends posts of the most scrungliest and disheveled creatures, captioning it “this is you”

• alternating turns of getting one another ‘just because’ flowers. I originally initiated it, so if Babe did the same, Asher would die I think

• does have a thorough skin/hair/hygiene routine, but will wash his face with Dawn dish soap if he’s tired and it’s more convenient

• conks out the second his head hits the pillow like HOW?? Babe lays there awake, wondering what sorts of dark magic he’s really capable of

• makes a questionable decision, and when anyone begins to address it 0.5 seconds after it happens, he’ll jokingly say “it’s in the past now, that was the old me”

• uses the 😳 emoji in the most confusing and unfitting places, so much so it really makes you rethink the original meaning of his texts?? “Can I take your car today? 😳” “Work let us have some of the leftover chicken for dinner😳”

• can and will turn goof mode off at the drop of a hat when needed. It’s actually kinda scary if you get the chance to experience it bc the whole atmosphere of the room changes

• received a uh *noise complaint* and proceeded to bake AND decorate a whole cake to “celebrate the achievement” (photographic evidence exists)

• but that’s not before fully removing the still beeping smoke detector from the ceiling and handing it to me in a panic, asking me to turn it off because he didn’t know how to (photographic evidence also exists)

• can’t cuddle like a normal person, he has to either suffocate you with the weight of his body or you gotta coddle him like he is oh so fragile and the most delicate of waifs— no in between. Great Dane who thinks he’s a lap dog vibes

• gives the BEST advice and pep talks to people. He‘s studying forensic psychology to be a counselor and I think Ash would make a great counselor or advisor of sorts, just in a more lighthearted environment

• knows he has the pretty privilege card, but only uses it for the most unnecessary reasons? Like of course you can have a some of my pasta you freak I literally made you your own bowl, why are you batting your eyelashes and trying to persuade me via brainwave manipulation

#Monthly installments of the shit I put up with for your entertainment #Are these getting annoying yet #People have been tagging me in their own posts assigning their SOs as redacted characters #Please don’t stop bc it brings me joy #What the hell did we hitch our wagons to #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted fandom #redacted asher #redacted headcanons #asher talbot

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starlightandfairies · 1 month

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Helloooo :) i hope you’re having a wonderful day or night! Or just both lol. Anyways, is it okay if I ask for a Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader one-shot? For me, I don’t like where the reader just falls in love with him so quickly, despite everything he has done. I was thinking of something with fluff and he has to work for her love? So basically, reader has been friends with Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline since childhood, but she’s still human. And she hates Klaus for what he has done to her friends and family, but despite everything he has done he hasn’t don’t anything to harm her physically in any way. (Hint hint, cause it means he likes her lol). And because of this, he tries to show he genuinely cares about her. It takes her a long while to eventually warm up to him.

Sorry, this is a lot -_-…uh, and not very detailed lol. I wanted to leave it up to your imagination, but totally fine if you can’t cause writers block and other things. Anyway, an idea: maybe reader gets saved by Klaus and he admits he likes her but she kinda plays hard to get. of course, she can’t help but to be flattered by his accent, his flattery, his looks, etc. And because she is human, being tortured or just kidnapped by supernatural beings is genuinely terrifying and he comforts her? I hope this is all okay! Of course you can change or add whatever you’d like. I love Klaus so much, and I love your writing!

Description: If the great Niklaus Mikaelson wants to become closer to the reader then he would have to push through thick and thin to do so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it! I really tried my best to show this eventual bonding that is more realistic, while also not rambling on for a story length.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1, 915

First Person's POV

Niklaus Mikaelson drove me insane, I do not understand how he thought he could follow me around, begging for my interest like he hasn't done anything wrong to those around him. The great Klaus Mikaelson was many things but he wasn't the type of man I would bend over backwards to show that their past didn't matter. I won't lie, there were times when it was hard to really show my distaste for the Hybrid due to that accent, his looks and his charisma but I do like to pride myself on my stubbornness and the fact that I'm not that easy to charm.

Besides Matt, I was the only other human, sure Bonnie was in a sense human but she had her magic to protect her and I had nothing. I didn't have any of that. I was just a straight-up human who could die at any second or become permanently injured if tossed around too harshly. The girls have grown to somewhat like him and every now and again will remind me of the fact that not once has he ever tried to hurt me, not once has he ever used me as bait or tried threatening me in any way shape or form.

Bonnie, Caroline and Elena have all expressed their hatred for the man and it only fueled mine. I have no clue what it would take for me to show any sign of sympathy for the man or any sense of forgiveness considering what he's done. There were times when I even disliked Damon and Stefan for what they've done. Sure, it might be contractionary of me to like the Salvatores and not hate them like I did Klaus... but still.

It's at least been a good two years of having the Mikaelsons in our lives. Rebekah and Elijah were tolerable. I felt for Rebekah and Elijah seemed true to his word, even if he was sometimes conflicted between his family and his morals. Klaus was

"Hey, Y/n!" I huffed, stopping in my tracks, knowing there was no use in continuing on when he could easily Casper the ghost right in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, not impressed by his persistent attitude.

"What do you want Niklaus?

"Well, love... I was hoping I could treat you to some dinner. Show you some of the best places. Things you couldn't possibly comprehend seeing." I rolled my eyes, shook my head, sucked my lips into a straight line and raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Niklaus? Every time it's been a no. What makes you think this will be a yes?"

"I saw your play last night, I think you are a pretty amazing actress." I didn't believe him, I think that he's making stuff up, trying to show that he's a good guy.

"Prove it, what happened when the actor playing Stanley threw his chair." Klaus chuckled lightly, licking his lips for a moment before he walked closer and leaned in for a moment.

"You tripped over your own feet, fell over... you worked it into your performance, no one in that audience would've known any different. I think skill like that is pretty talented. I have seen many performers across my lifetime and not many could do that." I rocked on my feet, biting my lips and huffing for a moment.

"You came to my performance?" I questioned my tone soft for a moment, surprised that Klaus came. The girls weren't able to due to supernatural issues happening again, I didn't want to show any sign of falling for his charm.

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you sound so surprised..." I shrugged, taking a breath, glancing away for a moment trying to remain as stoic as I could.

"I have to go, goodbye, Klaus." I carried on my way, going back to doing what I originally planned on doing before. Tonight was the closing night of A Streetcar Named Desire the girls were meant to show but once again due to the new big bad in town, they didn't show. I stood in my dressing room, wiping off my makeup before the tears could come. I was just about to open the door before I was stopped by Klaus.

"K-Klaus... what, what are you doing here?" He handed me a bouquet of my F/fs, I took them with a small smile and stepped aside to allow him into the dressing room.

"You got your own dressing room, that's pretty neat..." The Hybrid trailed off, glancing at the desk that was covered in tissues, I moved to clean them up but he moved in front of me before I could.

"Why are you crying...?"

"I'm okay Niklaus." I turned to him hearing his chuckle, I raised an eyebrow in question, how dare he laugh at me!

"I promise, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the fact that when I'm getting closer to breaking down your walls, you call me Klaus but when you realise that you're dropping your walls you go right back to calling me Niklaus." I sat back down, staring at him surprised that he picked up on something that I hadn't actively been aware of doing.

"My friends couldn't come. They promised that they would but because of the new big bad in town... they couldn't and because I'm human-" Realising I was sharing my than I would like to Klaus, I bit my lip trying to remind myself that I couldn't get close to Klaus.

"Let me read you something." He pulled out a newspaper, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, just for once but turned my attention to continuing to remove my makeup.

"Y/n L/n's performance as Blanche DuBois has been spectacular on all nights of the production. In my years as a critic, I have never seen this much dedication and accuracy similar to the vision Tennessee Williams had when picturing Blanche DuBois. I admire Y/n greatly as a performer and know that she is an actress highly dedicated to perfecting her characters' mannerisms and hope that she goes far with her acting journey." I stared at Klaus surprised, I jumped to my feet, staring at Klaus with intrigue and took the paper from his hands.

I read the words, staring at them in shock that this was actually true, the author's name is what shocked me the most. Klaus M

"You wrote this?"

"I did."

"And you mean it?"

"I do." Maybe... maybe if a man who didn't know me could make the time to watch all of my performances... maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Thank you, Klaus... it means a lot."

It took two years, four months and 18 days for Klaus Mikaelson to get me to warm up to him, I think I deserve a trophy for just how long I've made him work to get to know me better. The truth is, I am terrified of getting killed, kidnapped or tortured by the supernatural me, I mean what if someone worse than Klaus comes into town and because I am one of the very few humans left in town I get used as collateral?

I was walking home from the Grill, minding my own business until everything went dark and I finally came to find myself tied up in a chair, blood dripping from my nose, head and stomach. I cried out, looking around terrified of who could be hurting me and what they would do if they didn't get what they wanted.

"Hmm, you're awake again. Try not to pass out this time... the blood loss will really be screwing with your head. I would apologise but I really don't care I just need that damn hybrid to come forward and save your ass-"

"Who are you?" I cried out, trying my best to not show weakness but the pain in my limbs and the fear that was coming in made it impossible to think of anything but my pain.

"Who I am isn't important, I tried to keep your face pretty but you know." The unknown figure shrugs, leaning in closer and grabbing my face in his hands with a glare forming and with a snarl he reveals his fangs. I shake my head, feeling his breath on my skin and whimper feeling his fangs pierce my neck.

It fades away swiftly, the tears cascade down my cheeks, and I stare in shock seeing Klaus standing there and dropping the man's heart onto the floor. Within an instant I was in his arms, I grabbed onto his shirt letting out a sob and whimpering as the pain seemed to increase.

"Shh, love, it's okay... you're gonna be okay. I've got you." Klaus reassured, biting into his wrist, he gestures to his wrist and I slowly suck on his wrist.

"I won't let anything happen to you, love. I am very fond of you, I will not let anything happen before I can tell you just how fond I am of you." I stared in fascination as my body healed instantly, it always surprised me and always made me curious to realise how lucky these supernatural beings were.

"Please, please don't let them hurt me. Don't let them get to me."

"It's okay, love. I've got you."

"I'm so scared, every day, I'm scared that I'm going to be kidnapped or tortured... being human, I know I'm nothing compared-"

"I won't let that happen. Love, I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I swear to you." He hummed lightly, rocking me in his arms and whispered over and over again kind and soothing words. I decided to bring it back to his starting words, once I felt okay and able to move on from what just happened.

"You're fond of me? Nothing new-" I stated, with a shrug, biting back the smile I wanted to show, Klaus chuckled and helped me to my feet. I stared at him, surely making a weird expression as I hid my emotions.

"I am fond of you, I like you, quite a bit and I want you to know, love I will do anything to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for the rest of eternity, I will do what I can to keep you safe." My heart skipped a beat, it made me feel special knowing that someone cared for me that much, I nodded and sucked in a breath gradually letting a smile come through.

"Thank you for saving me... "

"You're welcome, love. Love, I hope you know how gorgeous you are." I blushed, scrunching my face up as his normal charm got to me more than normal.

"Flattery only gets you so far."

"Yet, it got me to becoming closer to you." I shrugged, smirking for a moment and sucked in a deep breath. I grabbed his hand, smiling happily and tried my best to not focus in on the blood on my clothes, his clothes and the floor from the attacker.

"Well, then, perhaps I'll let you in closer."

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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Concept: beck becoming anemic after being fed on for a while and helle being thrown because huh, that had never happened before? Saw it as a side effect in your guide and was like OOH

not terribly long after this

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tw vampire whumper, sickfic i guess, blood transfusion, hospital setting, needles

Tired, tired, tired, always so fucking tired. Beck thought he was going to go mad with this constant, mind-numbing exhaustion. At first, he really assumed it was just the monotonity of his dire situation. He'd heard of people getting used to bad situations, then eventually their bodies shutting down 'out of nowhere'. It was never out of nowhere, of course. Prolonged abuse like that would've taken a toll on anyone's body.

But he tried to push through it, given he had no solution or end in sight. More sleep, as much as he could get away with while working during the day and entertaining a vampire during the night. More coffee, as much as he could drink without his anxiety skyrocketing and sabotaging his work. More fresh air even, something he had been stubbornly disregarding for the first 25 years of his life.

It didn't work. His skin continued to get paler, if that was even possible, his heart continued to act up, which he'd chalked up to the coffee, and he kept getting winded from the three flights of stairs leading up to his apartment. Even Helle's mild annoyance was slowly turning into proper concern.

"You will go to the doctor tomorrow," they announced one night. Beck groaned, but didn't argue.

"Okay."

"And I am not feeding from you tonight."

Well... that was good news, at least. "Do I really look that bad?" Helle sighed, almost exasperated, as though Beck should've known how heavy this had been weighing on their unbeating heart or whatever. Maybe he did look that bad, from the outside. "S-sorry. Thank you for, um... caring," he finished quietly, unsure of the wording.

They scoffed. "I am not condemning myself to drinking from some sick human." They grabbed his phone from the table and shoved it into his hands. "You should actually look up your symptoms. Now."

"Helle, I don't know how to explain this... online medical stuff is not the best source of–"

"That is why you are going to the doctor tomorrow. But until then–" They nodded towards the phone, still looking at him expectantly. "I want to know, too. What I can potentially expect. Is it deadly? Do I need to be looking for a new human? These are important things, you know."

Beck unlocked his phone and started typing in the name of the most trustworthy page in this realm of the internet that he could think of. He wondered whether Helle had ever had to deal with a long-term bloodbag getting a little too sick. Or had they always been a one-off kinda vampire? Surely, they should've been aware that this sort of thing could have severe health complications.

"So?" God, they sounded so impatient.

"Whatever it is, I'm not gonna die from it tonight. I swear."

Helle rolled their eyes and continued pacing. Why were they anxious about this? He should've been the one pacing and fearing for his life! And if he had been able to muster up the energy for it, he would've been.

"Anaemia," he said after a few more minutes. "That's the most likely, and um... it... it would make sense, I suppose. I probably should've thought about that..."

"Anaemia," Helle repeated, lost in thought. They didn't say anything for a long moment, and Beck didn't know whether that was a good or a bad sign. "I am not waiting until tomorrow. Get dressed."

"Wh– what?"

"I said get dressed."

It wasn't often that Helle sounded so serious. Whenever they did, Beck always got this sense of impending doom, like something utterly terrible was going to happen. What else could make an immortal, aloof vampire act so... weird?

He silently got up from the sofa and went to his bedroom, putting on some random clothes and a mask as quickly as he could. Was this thing deadlier than he realised? Had Helle lost many bloodbags to severe anaemia before? He didn't know, he was too afraid to ask, and he chose to believe it was simply an out of touch vampire's buyer's remorse.

"Are we going to a hospital?" he asked timidly as he stepped out of the bedroom, and Helle nodded. "In the middle of the night?"

"Are there no emergency care facilities in the whole of the city?" they snapped, and Beck decided to just let them do whatever they wanted. The worst that could happen to him in an ER was a bit of a scolding for wasting time. The worst Helle could do? Well. He knew which one he was going to choose.

He just hoped Helle wasn't about to threaten any nurses in the name of his... health.

Severe anaemia. Blood transfusion.

Beck stared at the nurse as they brought out the needle to take a sample of his blood, still in a daze when it pierced his skin. If Helle hadn't trained him better, he might've jerked his arm away.

What was going on?

The charmed employees gave no reaction to Helle's little joke about his blood being 'A plus, I mean, positive', just as they gave none to their presence in general. They moved through protocol as though everything was normal, giving Beck a rundown on what was about to take place and how.

"It could take up to four hours, but we might help it along a little. It's a wonder you were walking around like this without... well, dropping dead."

Beck gave a nervous chuckle. "Um, yeah, I guess... I don't know, I thought I was just not getting enough sleep."

The nurse gave him a look. "Of course. I assume the vampire bite scars on your wrist have nothing to do with the anaemia."

Right. He forgot that she could just... see that. "Uh..."

"I'm not here to judge, you're neither the first nor the last victim I treat. But it's good to be honest with healthcare professionals, yeah? I know there's a bit of a stigma around it in certain places, but the emergency room is not one of them."

Beck nodded mutely. He didn't dare look at Helle. Despite them causing the anaemia in the first place, he had to admit that he was grateful to them for forcing him to come in. Who knew how long he would've continued walking around like that? Maybe he would've dropped dead.

Once he was left alone in the room, Helle cleared their throat. "Well..."

"Thank you," he said without much prompting, knowing perfectly well that was what the vampire wanted to hear. It was easier to say now, when he actually felt grateful, as opposed to all the times when they wrung the words from him through sheer terror. "I wouldn't have come in without you. Definitely not to the emergency room, but... not even to my GP."

Helle leaned against the wall with a smile on their face. They seemed pleased. "Oh, do continue. I love praise like that."

"Will you stay? For the... the entirety of the four hours?" He nodded towards the needle, shifting uncomfortably. "I, um... I could use the distraction. Please."

"Are you afraid of needles?"

"Could you sound a little less excited about it?"

Helle shook their head, the amusement never leaving their face. "You do know you will get transfusions a lot, yes? I mean, most likely. Bloodbags and thralls get them a lot."

"Could you not remind me?" he asked, even whinier.

They laughed, then walked over and sat in the other comfortable chair next to his. "Would you still like me to stay?"

"If you're just gonna make it worse, then, then maybe not," he muttered. "No, wait– I changed my mind, I don't care. You can make it worse. I just don't– I don't wanna be alone."

"Oh, I have full permission?" They leaned over and poked the tube a little, and Beck almost yanked his arm away. Again.

"D-don't mess with the needle!" God, he was so trapped. He couldn't just run away with an IV in his arm. "I meant– I don't care what you say, but don't– don't do that! Please!"

"But it looks so tasty. I could rip it out and use it as a straw."

"Okay, maybe I do want you to leave."

Helle grinned, very satisfied with their own performance. "I am quite good at making others uncomfortable, am I not? It is a skill I have perfected over three hundred years."

Beck could only nod, miserable and exhausted. "Can you... not put all that experience to use for just two minutes? Respectfully."

"Two minutes? My darling, darling Beck. You want me to sit here and chat away for four hours." They sighed dramatically. "But yes, I suppose I could dial it back a little. Just for you."

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eijirousbestie · 1 year

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I love love love your bakugou x artist reader trope please we need more of it it’s so wholesome i have read it on repeat since you upload it 💗💗💗

Aahh thank you so much!! Kinda grew attached to it myself so I’m glad to hear y’all love it sm<33 This is definitely a series I plan on continuing🤟🏽 this part is kinda more goofy than anything else but I promise there’s fluff near the end<33

“Fuck around and find out”

he loses his drumsticks

missing rug

using an art supply as a weapon?

nonverbal apology

can’t admit he’s wrong for SHIT

Clay is never easy to work with and you’d be foolish to think it is. It’s messy, dries relatively quickly and dirties up every surface it graces. You swear your sculpting professor is out to get you with these ridiculous projects. From cardboard cutouts to detailed portraits to clay. It’s a madhouse in the art department.

Using your modeling tool, you try to carve into the block of raku clay that cost an arm and a leg to buy from the university’s private art supply store. It was a blessing and a curse to have it so conveniently placed right across the hall from your sculpting class. The clay and tool alone cost you $27 that you’ll never see again. This degree better be worth it. You look at your desk partner and see that she’s going to town on her clay block. She cuts, carves and scoops at it like she’s done it a thousand times over. Clay sculpting is a completely different wheelhouse you’re not used to but you’re always willing to learn. Hopefully fast.

You quickly check your phone, residual dried clay sprinkling onto the screen as you click on it. 7:50 PM. It’s time to wrap it up for the day. Almost in sync, your professor calls time and you all begin to clean up. You clean off your work station diligently and swing your bag over your shoulder, wishing everyone a good night as you leave. The walk to your car is peaceful. The night is quiet and the air is cool and clear. Truth be told, you were opposed to taking a night class at the start, probably afraid you’d get jumped at night or something irrational like that. But now it’s what you look forward to during the week. Being left alone with your own thoughts and decompressing from the day in the evening is just so therapeutic. Finally making it to your car, you get in, closing and locking the door after. Now that your hands are free from dried clay, you go through your missed messages for the evening. As soon as you turn off do not disturb your screen is flooded with missed calls and text notifications. Your eyes widen and confusion floods your mind as you scroll to the very first message.

#1 Hater🏆: yo, lost my drumsticks. you seen em?

delivered 6:15 PM

#1 Hater🏆 missed call

#1 Hater🏆: yeah you totally took em u little shit

delivered 6:30 PM

#1 Hater🏆 missed call (2)

#1 Hater🏆 missed call (4)

#1 Hater🏆: ik damn well you’re not ignoring me rn

#1 Hater🏆: i’ll go in your room rn and throw out that shitty rug. keep playin

delivered 7:05 PM

You laugh at his empty threat of a message and roll your eyes. What he had against your rug, you didn’t know. Buying a rep was cheaper than the real thing. KAWS is not a brand that’s in your tax bracket. And of course you didn’t know where his drumsticks were. He usually keeps all his music equipment locked away somewhere so it’s most likely his fault for losing them. You’re about to turn off your phone when a ping sounds from your device, a new message shining brightly on your screen.

#1 Hater🏆: forgot you were at your night class. probably got me on dnd anyways

#1 Hater🏆: still gonna give you hell for stealing my shit tho

delivered 8:03 PM

You type back a quick reply.

You: don’t have ur sticks. touch my rug and u die. I’ll be back in 5 to kick ur ass for blaming me

You shut your phone off and start your car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to the dorms.

Once you’re back you walk through the living room and make a beeline to your room. You open your door and what you see inside is enough to fuel nightmares. A rather deranged looking Bakugou has his hip leaned up against your windowsill, arms crossed over his chest as a single lamppost from outside your window illuminates one side of his face. He looks at you. Stares even and doesn’t say a single word.

“Is there a reason you’re just sitting in the dark like a weird-ass Disney villain or?” You flick on the light switch next to the door, drenching your room with light. It’s only then that you notice your floor is rather bare. This motherfucker.

He must have seen your reaction judging by the way his eyes follow your gaze to your now exposed wood flooring. A shit eating grin spreads across his face, damn near splitting it in two. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You’d hate to beat his ass over something so trivial but it’s getting harder to restrain yourself. You force yourself to look him in the eyes as you speak very very carefully.

“Kats… you wouldn’t happen to know where my rug is would you?”

He straightens up and walks towards you, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his sweats, a cocky bounce in his stride.

“Dunno. My shit’s missing too. Must be a ghost or somethin’.” Not a lick of remorse escapes his mouth. He’s smug. He’s proud of himself and he even came back to the scene of the crime just to taunt you. Your left eye twitches, patience wearing thin.

“I’ll ask you one more time for the sake of being generous. Where. Is my. Rug.” He shrugs and feigns innocence.

“Fuck around and find out.”

The hell did he just say? Is he really trying to pick a fight right now? Usually you’re the one keeping the peace but this man has now dragged your innocent rug into his thick headed nonsense. You chuckle in disbelief and look at the ground, shaking your head slightly.

“‘Fuck around and find out?’ Huh… aight then.” Bag still slung over your shoulder, you unzip the smallest pocket and pull out the modeling tool you used earlier for your sculpting class. You grip it tightly in your palm, the pointed edge facing outwards. Bakugou’s cocky façade waivers a bit but he doesn’t show it. His left eyebrow quirks up in interest.

“Tryna stab me with an art supply?” You’re not really gonna stab him. Just scare him into giving you your stuff back. Maybe…

“You said fuck around and find out right? So imma fuck you up til I find out where my shit is.” You drop your bag on the ground and rush at him all at once. His once calm demeanor switches to sudden shock and he moves to dodge your swing.

“Dude what the fuck!? Will you chill?” He doesn’t know whether he’s shouting in annoyance or fear, though he’ll never admit the latter. You turn around to where he’s standing behind you, modeling tool still tightly clutched in hand.

“Give me my shit back then!”

“Cmon it’s a shitty knock off. You really gonna stab me over a $30 rug?”

“And you really stole a $30 rug over a $15 pair of drumsticks?”

“Cuz you stole em!”

“I didn’t steal anything. I don’t even know where you keep them Kats! Plus I haven’t been in the dorms since 8 this morning.” His face stills and his brain sorts through what you’d just said. It made sense really. Today was your long day this week. You’d been gone from 8 AM to 8 PM.

He straightens up from his defensive stance and looks away, rubbing the back of his nape. “Okay well even if you didn’t take em, still don’t know where they are. Everyone’s a suspect right now.”

“Then why aren’t everyone else’s things missing?”

He shakes his head and corrects you. “Nah, I took a piece of everyone’s shit too not just you. It’s all stashed til someone fesses up.” You stare at him like he’s grown two heads, face turned up in disapproval and disbelief.

“Aight Kats whatever. You know it’s not me, so can I please have my rug back?” At this point you where drained from classes and just wanted to rest. Not to mention using the last of your energy to attack this idiot.

He walks to your door and opens it, the creak of the door signaling his great escape. “Ask me nicely.” He’s closing the door behind himself now, but you’re quick to yell out.

“Dude are you seriou-”

“Under the bed.” With that, he closes the door and you’re left in silence. You kneel on the ground and look under your bed and just as he said, your rug is there safe and sound. You pull it out from its hiding spot and place it back in its respective spot on the floor. You let out a deep sigh of relief which can be heard by the eavesdropping figure just outside your door. He chuckles to himself and walks to his room. Truth be told he found his drumsticks minutes before you came back to the dorms. He was just too embarrassed to tell you he found them after misplacing them himself and blaming you for it. Plus, it was more fun this way. Minus the potential stabbing part.

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #mha headcanons #mha drabbles #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fic

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"Hold Me." Huskerdust fic - 1218 Words

Honestly, when Charlie announced a guest-wide karaoke night, Husk should've known at least part of what was going to happen.

The two had been dating for over a month, now, talking a long time before then.

But when Husk realized Angel was up and getting ready for a song, he couldn't help but be enthralled.

Sure, he'd heard Angel sing, but it was never really a romantic song.

The intro was a few seconds long, but Angel eventually started singing quietly.

"Finally, a new side of me.." Angel started, eyes closed, concentrating on the song he was singing.

If Husk wasn't already drawn in by Angel getting up in front of a few of the guests sitting around in support, he was most certainly enthralled now.

"Turned a new leaf underneath my tree."

Oh.

Angel's voice sounded like honey.

It was breathtaking.

"I now see life's a beautiful dream. Gives me strength, gives me all in a year. Of disease. I have thrived," he continued. "Lucky me."

A realization hit Husk. He'd known Angel was working on something, scribbling mindlessly on papers while they were lounging around in Angel's room after closing.

He remembered catching glimpses of words closer to the beginning before Angel turned the paper away from him, grinning and saying he'd have to wait to see what it was.

And now he knew what Angel had been working on.

And it was so worth the wait.

"Push me, pull me, write my story. Give me my rhythm, my rhyme."

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting at the bar with Husk, Charlie watching like a giddy school-girl and Vaggie was watching him in (poorly) hidden amazement.

"I break my cycles, endless spirals. I just wanna trust what is mine," Angel sang, opening his eyes and glancing at Husk, catching his eye and smiling.

To Husk, Angel looked like an artist excited to share their first song with an audience, the song being so worth the wait and ensuring the guests were drawn in as if he was a siren.

"If the sun's in the sky. If the day follows the night. If the clock's still keeping the time. Then you're on my mind," Angel sang, closing his eyes again.

Husk felt his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat.

Angel was made to be performing, but not in the way he had been.

This. This is what Angel should have done from the beginning.

Husk could feel his expression softening as he leaned against the bar, arms crossed.

Everyone in the hotel was listening with rapt attention, and where there would have normally been scattered claps and whistles for other participants, everyone was silent.

Even Nifty had taken from chasing a roach with her needle to dropping it all and sitting at the foot of the sofa in the parlor with the other residents.

"The silence that we share. My heart was ill prepared. I oversimplified," Angel continued, opening his eyes again and scanning around at everyone. "When it was do or die."

Angel looked at Husk again, singing as he looked deep into his eyes.

"Kiss me, hold me, that feeling is holy. Nobody's loved me like you." Angel extended an arm out at him and Husk blew him a soft kiss, Angel pretending to catch it and hold it close to his chest. "Ah, life moves too fast, to get stuck in the past. But I do, I do."

Angel's voice was powerful. Yet it was so soft.

Husk didn't know how he'd been living without the soft singing Angel was doing at the moment. He'd love to be able to listen to this for eternity.

Although, that wouldn't be enough time, either.

"I think I take more than I give. Kinda shit but it’s how I live," he sang, the speed getting faster than the slow pace it started with.

Husk felt a pang of sadness run through his chest.

Knowing what he did about Angel, it hurt that Angel thought of himself like that.

"Be stuck 'til my conscience has outgrown me. I'm dumb enough to do the math. 'Cause life comes, life will pass."

If it weren't for Alastor and Lucifer coming back bickering, Husk would have been put in a trance.

But the looks they started receiving from Charlie because of their noise made them stop and pay attention to what was happening.

They quietly found a place to sit down and Husk glared at them before turning his attention back to Angel.

He couldn't help but think of how Angel was a perfect name for the man in front of him.

"So I try not to get attached. Don't know what story I'm supposed to buy, if we see God's face when we look in our eyes." The entire hotel seemed to be still, not a soul in there barely breathing.

"If your life will start in the moment you die, or if it's all worth the tears we cry," Angel continued. He'd closed his eyes again, and he looked like the most beautiful person to grace anywhere in Husk's eyes.

Husk was smiling softly, and he could tell his pupils were probably extremely dilated.

"Still live life like I'm on a mission, every damn day is all about ambition," he sang, face still smiling as he sang but his face visibly sadder, or at least that Husk noticed.

"Scared I'll turn out to be just a normal guy. Wonder why I'm only grateful when I'm high." Husk knew what he meant. Used to, Angel would be high any moment you'd see him, except for when he slept in the early hours of the morning.

They were still finding his old stashes anywhere they looked, but Angel was always surprised when he'd be confronted.

He'd been sober for a long time now, so apparently he'd forgotten all about his older stashes of drugs he'd been taking.

"You make a choice and don't look back. What's strong enough will stay intact. There's more to life than what is fact," he sang, seeming a little less sad, a lot more vibrant than he had been for a bit.

"The things we love can never last, it hurts too much, that's why I laugh, like sand slips through an hourglass."

"I'll hold onto the life I craft, so one day I can give it back," he sang, ending the song as the outro to it played and he stepped away from the microphone as he flashed a smile to the guests.

An uproar of cheer came from the audience as Angel stepped down for the next person to go, and he sat down at the bar across from where Husk was standing.

"So, you enjoy the song?" Angel asked, gratefully accepting the drink Husk made for him without asking.

"It was great, Angel," Husk said, taking a sip from his bottle.

Angel smiles, leaning on his hand.

"Wanna leave? Go lounge around up in one of our rooms for the rest of the night? I've got work, so I can't really stay up much longer," Angel asked, downing the rest of his drink and standing up.

"Yeah, let me close up and I'll be right up," Husk said, smiling as Angel got up and let Charlie know he was going to bed.

#lgbtq #gay #pansexual #huskerdust #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel #husk is pansexual #canon #angel dust is gay #val sucks fr fr #SoundCloud

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voidandabyssal · 3 months

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Swapfell bros meeting you for the first time hc’s!

I’ve been rereading ‘dirty laundry’ by @popatochisssp and I now have a strong urge to talk about my own sf boys!!

Requests are open btw!

Black:

Ngl you two meet in the worst way possible

You are the seventh human to fall down into the Underground and the last human that needs to die for all of Monsterkinds freedom

Suffice to say, it’s not a friendly start to the relationship

As soon as Black hears about a human wandering through Snowdin he drags his brother out to track you down.

Of course, being the honourable monster he is, he offers for you to complete three of his and his brother’s puzzles.

Complete the puzzles and he lets you move on to Waterfall, fail even one! and well, the puzzles aren't exactly child friendly.

You get through each one, shockingly quickly, and without suffering grievous injury.

Black's a little shocked at it. You're even better than some of the guard recruits!

as you're walking out of town, readying yourself for the battle that will be Waterfall. Black challenges you to a battle. He demands to know what you've got in you that lets you finish his most dangerous puzzles in a few minutes!

He drags you back to his home and keeps you locked in his shed, or "TEMPORARY HUMAN PRISON CELL" as he likes to call it.

At least now you're relationship progresses a little further.

He finds you... charming, a curiosity to be sure. Not many people can find ways to sneak into his mind like you can. He enjoys your bantering, even if you're both supposed to be enemies.

He comes in a few times a day, eager to interrogate you. He starts regretting being so eager to call up Alphys and inform her about you

For once in his life, Black is left conflicted. Things had been so easy before he met you, protect his brother, earn his promotions and give everyone a reason to fear the name 'Black'

And now? Well, he protected those he cared for.

After a short conversation, he 'conveniently' forgets to relock the shed door, and 'accidentally' slips up and tells you about an old cabin deep into Snowdin's forest that was totally isolated and far away from any Monsters.

He's happy when he comes back with Alphys a few hours later to find you totally gone, no doubt headed for that dilapidated home.

From there, he manages to find the time to slip past his home and work duties, bringing you food and clothes to keep you fed and alive.

He just hopes another human falls soon. Black doesn't think he could handle seeing you dead in front of the queen, her hand gripping around your soul cruelly.

Mutt:

Mutt was the first one to find you, luckily you'd hidden from all the other Monsters that had wandered up near the ruin doors. Unlucky for you, Mutt is way to perceptive to not see you.

Though he is pretty high, so he kinda just assumes you're not real? or maybe just a weird looking monster. He's not gonna judge!

So you both end up just chilling at his sentry station. You're too tired to keep moving ahead, and Mutt is way to lazy to actually do anything about the potential human sitting next to him

You're harmless anyways! With the way you're shaking he doubts you could even hurt a Whimsum.

Soon he can hear Black, storming off in the distance, his voice echoing against the tall pine trees. He lazily tells you to duck under the sentry stand and wait until Blacks gone.

He disappears with his brother, leaving you to fend for yourself out in the cold night.

He comes back the next day, shocked to find you still there. He'd have thought you'd have run back to Asgore by now.

Hang out continues with you shivering a lot more noticeably.

You know you're growing on him when he lets you borrow his coat.

Black finds out about you soon enough, Mutt never could keep much from his older brother.

oh boy is he pissed his idiot brother had been hanging out with a human for weeks without saying anything!

"YOU'RE A SENTRY, MUTT!" Black curses,

Mutt actually does stand up for you though. It's the first time in a long time that he's ever cared about anything to be so proactive.

It's a lengthy argument but Black relents and agrees to hide you in their home.

You stay in Mutts room and you avoid the windows and you don't do anything that could raises suspicion! Those were blacks rules, which you were more than happy to follow. Anything to escape the cold.

You get a lot closer with Mutt, aside from Undyne (who he really only talks to online) you're basically his only friend, so you end up talking a lot, find you share more in common than you think.

From there things really only improve (well, aside from Blacks opinion on you, but there isn't a lot you could do to change that stubborn old bros mind on you)

#undertale headcanons #sans x reader #voidimagines #undertale au #undertale #papyrus x reader #swapfell #sans undertale #undertale papyrus

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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hypotheticals & distractions

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Summary: You and Magnus are tasked with the unfortunate duty of manning the phones through a Friday night and he decides you should play some games to pass the time.

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even think about it); oral (f receiving); fingering; horn dog Magnus; language (kinda?)

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers

"I suppose things could be worse…"

You looked up from the post-it you were doodling on to glare at Magnus, his tall frame and blonde curls currently a blur as he spun around aimlessly in his chair.

The two of you had drawn the short sticks and were stuck manning the phone for any 911 calls this otherwise fine Friday night. Meanwhile the rest of the team were currently either out enjoying drinks with their friends or going out on date night with their partners. Or sleeping at home.

"Oh yeah? How so, Martinsson?"

He stopped spinning in his chair to face you, his baby blue eyes shining with a hint of playfulness that had you feeling a faint ache in your heart for him. You'd done the cliche rookie move and developed a bit of a crush on the unjustifiably handsome detective, and while it made going to work a touch more fun when you were among your team, being alone with him in the station felt like absolute torture.

"I like looking at the brighter side of things, Y/N." Your pulse stuttered at the sound of your name coming from his lips. "I may be stuck here on a Friday night, but at least I'm stuck here on a Friday night with the prettiest woman in Ystad."

You threw a stress ball his way, aiming at his head. "You bloody goof." It was such an overused line and you knew it was, but it didn't stop the fluttering in your stomach at the notion of him calling you pretty. And he made it even worse by wheeling his chair over to you and crowding your space.

When he made it over to you, he flopped his head on your shoulder, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "You're on death row--"

"Excuse me?"

"We're playing Hypotheticals. Indulge me, please, darling?" You huffed and waved your hand in the air, giving him a signal to continue. "You're on death row and the prison guards are taking your order for your final meal. What are you getting?"

You thought it over for a few moments before answering, "A double cheeseburger with extra pickles, a chocolate milkshake, chili cheese fries--"

"What a discerning palate you have," he chuckled.

"Shut up it's my last meal, I don't give two fucks about hoity toity bullshittery. And then for dessert…an Oreo ice cream cake, a brewed coffee, and tiramisu gelato from Italy."

"Sounds like you're trying to die by sugar."

"Better than dying by execution. And besides, it's not like the calories would have a chance to even count considering I'm going to die in a matter of hours." He broke out chuckling at your answer, looking as if he was grading your answer somehow. "Alright then, since we're playing Hypotheticals, what're you going to want to eat before you get thrown out the land of the living?"

A devilish smile stretched across his face before he answered, "Pussy."

"Blech," you let out an amused sound of feigned disgust. "Magnus."

"Yours."

"MAGNUS!" You reached over to grab your stress ball from his hand and bopped it against his forehead repeatedly. The actions made him lift his head from your shoulder blocking his face from the stress ball.

"Alright, alright, I surrender!" the detective only a few months your senior said with his hands up, letting out a low giggle. "Next question--"

"Are you honestly not going to answer the first one?" You eyed him with incredulity lacing your every word.

"I already did," he shot back with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You threw the stress ball his way again. "Horn dog." You rolled your eyes at him catching the ball effortlessly and sending a cheeky little wink your way. "Fine. Next question."

He stood up and walked toward the security camera at the corner of the station, curiosity flooding you as he stood on a chair to reach over and unplug the cord from the back of the recording device. "You're stranded on a deserted island with only three things to keep you company until rescue comes and finds you. What're those three things?"

You briefly contemplated taking a page out of his book and giving a raunchy horn dog answer, but ultimately decided against it. "A Kindle to keep me from going mad. A water filtration system so I could actually drink the abundant water supply around me. And…a knife. To cut open coconuts, kill wildlife. I can't live on water alone."

"The Kindle would run out of battery," he called out from the area of the coffee vending machine, getting what would probably be his sixth cup since the team had left.

"Well then hypothetically speaking, this Kindle has unlimited battery." Your heart caught in your throat as he came back into view, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he walked back toward your desk, placing one of the two cups he was holding in front of you. "I'm almost afraid to ask but what're your three items?"

He sat at the edge of your desk, sipping his coffee, before answering. "Condoms--"

"You're alone on a desert island what the fuck would you need those for?" you asked, breaking out into a fit of laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"I'm getting there. Next would be…a communication device that we could use to contact any ships or planes that would pass our way."

"We--?"

He placed a finger over your mouth. "And lastly…a beautiful, brilliant woman equipped with a knife, a water filtration system, and a Kindle with unlimited battery." He moved his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb stroking across your cheekbone.

"Magnus…" you cautioned, your heart stuttering and your brain struggling to find words. "Hypothetically speaking, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

The only sound to come out of you was a squeak as you watched him lick his lips before leaning across your desk and placing a tender kiss on your lips. You did your best to bite back the whimper that threatened to leave you when he pulled away all too soon. "What if I told you, hypothetically speaking of course, that I've been thinking about doing that since you walked in to the station six months ago?"

"Then hypothetically I would tell you that for the last six months I've been hoping that you weren't mucking about whenever you seemed to be flirting."

"I was flirting." Something in you soared at his admission, as if a weight had been lifted off you that your crush was not unreturned.

"Hypothetically?"

He shook his head at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "We're done playing that game, sweet girl."

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss you again, the phone rang, breaking you both out of the moment. He instead leaned his forehead against you, groaning as he took one of the coins from the little container on your desk and tossed it in the air.

"Heads I take it," he called out as the coin landed in his palm and showed it to you. Tails.

With a sigh, you picked up the receiver. "Ystad police station."

"My husband tripped going down the stairs and we need an ambulance," a frantic elderly woman said from the other end. "I think his leg is broken."

Before you could respond, you felt his hand on your shoulder, moving aside the strap of your tank top and tilting your head to the side, his free hand working loose the bun in your hair to thread his fingers through the strands. "I'll patch you through to the Emergency Room so they can send an ambulance your way. Could you give me your address, please?"

You struggled to scribble down the address as the woman dictated it to you, finding it near impossible to focus the moment Magnus began to press his lips along the column of your neck. "How soon will the ambulance get here?"

"Consider them dispatched as soon as we end this call, ma'am," you responded, hearing the line go dead. You quickly dialed the emergency room and instructed them to dispatch an ambulance to the woman's location, struggling to get the words out as Magnus found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and focused his attentions there, pressing open mouthed kisses and lightly sucking on the spot. "What're you doing?" you gasped out after you placed the receiver back in its cradle.

"New game," he murmured against your skin. "Whenever that phone rings, we flip a coin. Whoever has to answer has to maintain their composure. While the other one distracts them."

Fucking hell, there's no way I'd win this, you hissed at yourself. "Is that why you unplugged the security cameras?"

He tucked his fingers under your chin, turning your head so that he could capture your lips in a deceptively lazy kiss, as if you'd been doing this for years rather than mere minutes. "Ja,Käraste."

"And how does one win this game, exactly?" You tried to not let it show that his words had such a jarring effect on you. Most Beloved. That was what he'd just called you.

"If we play it right, we both win." Before you could respond, the phone rang once again, making a visibly irritated look color his face before he tossed the coin in the air. "Heads you take it." You glared at him once he showed you the coin as he caught it in his palm. Heads.

"Next time I flip the ruddy coin," you grumbled as you picked up the receiver once again. "Ystad police station."

"I'm seeing smoke coming out of my neighbor's apartment and I think they're asleep!"

You had to suppress the gasp that wanted to escape you as you felt Magnus nudging your knees apart and hiking your skirt up your legs and tracing his lips in a trail up your inner thigh. 'What are you doing??' you mouthed to him frantically, only to receive a cheeky wink in response as he kept on kissing his way up the inside of your thigh.

"I can call the fire department and have a truck dispatched to your location to have it checked out." You bit your fist to keep from moaning as you felt Magnus move your panties to the side and run his tongue along the length of your slit before closing his lips on your clit. You took a sharp inhale through your nose before managing to choke out, "May I have your current location?"

How you managed to write down the address legibly while there was currently a curly-haired blond detective on his knees in front of you, your thigh propped on his shoulder while he continued to alternate between licking into your entrance and sucking at your clit, you'd never know. But he seemed determined to get you to crack once you'd phoned the fire department and gave out the address, increasing his pace and moaning against your skin as your labored breathing threatened to give you away.

"You're a menace," you whimpered as you placed the receiver back in the cradle, throwing your head back to let out an obscene moan of his name that echoed all around the empty station.

"Do you want me to stop?" You snapped your head forward to look at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he held your gaze while he placed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to the throbbing bud above your entrance.

"Don't you dare," you rasped, earning a smirk from him as he placed his mouth on you again, increasing his pace as you felt two sinfully long fingers enter you curling up and stroking against a spot inside of you that no previous lover had ever found. You were half-convinced you were born unfortunate to not even have that in you.

His free arm draped over your lower stomach, pinning you to your seat has he inched you closer and closer to your release. "Come, min kärlek," he groaned against you. "Now."

You weren't sure if it was his command or the way that his growling of the word against your skin sent the most delicious tremors throughout your body that pushed you over the edge, your hips bucking against his hold on you. You could feel him smirking against you as he withdrew his fingers from you and lapped at your release with abandon, holding your hips still and making you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

The next few moments were spent hoping that that phone wouldn't ring as you tried to catch your breath, your mind foggy and your throat scratched from screaming Magnus' name without a care if it would have awoken the entirety of Ystad in the process. From the back of your mind you were vaguely aware of him pressing kisses down your leg as he covered your legs with the bunched up fabric of your skirt before standing and hovering over you to press his lips to your cheek in a tender kiss.

"When they return and relieve us of this shift, I'm bringing you home and finishing what we started here tonight," he murmured into your ear before pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. He began to work his lips toward your neck when the phone rang again, causing him to let out a frustrated sound before he wrapped his arm around you before standing to his feet and pulling you up with him.

You tossed the coin from your desk into the air. "Tails I take it," you called out as the coin landed in your hand, a delighted smile stretching across your face as you saw the side on which it landed. Heads.

He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to your temple before picking up the receiver. "Ystad police station."

A lascivious grin stretched across your face as you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him to sit down on the chair, making quick work to position yourself on his lap, straddling his hips. You stifled a giggle when you could hear his voice wavering as he spoke to the person on the other end, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw before tracing the shell of his ear with your tongue and whispering, "My turn."

A/N: Welcome to the first Magnus story in this collection 😏😏 I had a hell of a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it as well. As always, thank you all so much for all the love you've given to this collection so far, especially to the authors who have put out stories and joined in on this project of mine 🥹

'everything' taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @devilsadvocactus @lokiprompts @sititran @ladyjames78 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @kats72 @creationsbyme @coldnique @athalialaufeyson @simplyholl @tallseaweed @sarahscribbles @unlucky-number-13 @ozymdias @maple-seed @ladyofthestayingpower @wolfsmom1 @km-ffluv @psychospore @loopsisloops @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovelysizzlingbluebird @peaches1958

#14 days of valentines collection #magnus martinsson x reader #magnus martinsson x female reader #magnus martinsson smut #magnus martinsson imagine #wallander fanfiction #wallander #muddyorbs writes

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da3dm · 10 months

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In the deep blue sea, there isn't a place for me

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Yeah I got that title from the same thing sloth sent brick...but I changed it a bit! Here's the result of that mystery poll from before—Sloth kinda half helped with editing this...this is a oneshot with two parts to it bc it'll be super long otherwise and then brick would never read it

It feels rushed to me but maybe not to you guys! Also my askbox is always open

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do , @i-am-beckyu , @justarandomsloth , @awkwardgtace , @rosewriting-ao3 (and look rose, gentle giant!!)

If you want tagged you gotta tell me or I can't

TW: Unintentional fearplay, character believing they'll die, begging to die (won't die), blood, mild cursing there's like one curse word bc Irza is Irza, character thinking they might be eaten, mention of suicide. (If there's more please tell me)

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Part 1/2

Well, this was by far not how he expected his day to go, but...he never did like boring things. But maybe even this was a little too far a stretch to be seen as boredom relief. His time would've been better spent not getting in this situation. Honestly, the last thing he remembered was the pod of mer he lived with outcasting him by using a prank. He was brought out to the middle of nowhere and ditched. With that sort of result he didn't even bother trying to return…he'd had enough and been planning to leave soon anyway. Seeing as he didn't have any possessions, he simply swam away.

Then everything had started to darken. It hadn't been too concerning because looking around…there really wasn't anything there. No predators. So he continued on his way to the shore, hoping to travel through the shallows to find a new home rather than the open ocean. Only a pod could somewhat safely be in the open like this, not a lone mer. It hadn't been too long after until he discovered the water was shoving him around strangely. Lightly, at first. Then it quickly started to increase and his panic rose rapidly. If only he'd noticed that the oncoming darkness was the omen of a storm.

It swept him away helplessly, flailing through the water like a loose piece of kelp. He could faintly recall that it pushed him roughly in the direction of shore, yet another thing only making the water's abuse even worse. It was fully expected that the water's torrent would smash his rather frail body into the rocks lining the edges. Leave him stranded in a tidepool where he'd be picked at by predators. Maybe bury him in the sand where he'd have no hope of escape. It was at that point he'd crashed into something big and smooth, with a lot of clattering sounds all around him. Then it had gone black, the impact too much to withstand.

And that brings him to now. The sun was hot on his exposed skin, the water level steadily getting lower, and hotter. It felt like he was being boiled alive. He was trapped inside something. Something clear, that shifted and crinkled when he moved, and was rather uncomfortable. Sure, it had probably saved him from outright dying, but now he was too far from the water to even attempt tipping the thing over to escape. This was a rather precarious situation to find himself in. After waking up in here it had looked to be sunrise and the container was half full…but now the sun was directly above him, beating down on his vulnerable form while the water was so low he couldn't even fully submerge.

While half his body was in the water, he shifted around to try and rearrange a few more times and only got the same results each time. It was hopeless, so he worked on keeping his tail in the water as much as possible, refusing to believe he'd simply die here. There had to be a way out, even if that meant waiting for night to fall, when the tide would be higher. He might be out of water by then, but…it was likely his only chance of survival. Being out on the sand in the hot sun would both cook him and let his predators see he was there. That would be his end right then and there with how far he was. He may want out, but he wasn't suicidal.

Trying to think of what to do, more time was passing and the water was getting lower. It was maybe an hour or two later of him attempting to figure out freedom when there was a change. He was noticing that it was a little cooler, sparing him of losing all of the water, but that wasn't all. There was a new tremor motion the water reacted to. He blinked at the tiny, extra ripples his body wasn't causing. The ripples stayed that way but soon he realized they were getting bigger. Not long after, it came to his attention that he could feel a vibration traveling from the ground through the rest of his body. A rising dread filled him and he scrambled to try and see, holding himself up.

He couldn't see anything. Well…to be fair it looked like he was in a ditch, it'd be hard to see anywhere from this angle. The vibration stopped and he held his breath. Nothing. Was it gone? In his distraction however, he failed to notice that all his movement had drawn something after him. All of a sudden something crashed into his prison and he barely avoided calling out, biting his tongue and flailing for balance. He looked up in a hurry to face his attacker and froze. A bird. What even was this thing?? It was white but he didn't recognize it from the usual pelicans he'd seen where he used to live. Still, it was eyeing him like a new meal.

Stopping to wonder what it was might not have been his brightest idea as it was now sticking its beak inside the small opening, wings flapping wildly. The webbed feet pushed at the clear walls as he hurriedly pushed himself down, away from the threatening beak. He bared his teeth uselessly, but it made him feel a lot better. Truthfully all the motion was sickening and too chaotic to make right from left. It even made a loud, overbearing sound that made his head ring painfully. The noise echoed in this small space way too much and he slapped his hands over his ears reflexively. This was too much for him. He hadn't even started to escape yet…and he was being attacked.

Then the vibration from earlier came to his attention, much heavier than before. It made him bounce in place and even the bird reacted, looking at the cause and calling out again. Before much else happened, a new sound came to him, sounding like words, but way too loud to be words. It made the space around him shudder and the bird had left. He had to breathe for a moment before he even dared look up, bracing himself against the slick walls and gazing up just as a new shadow fell right before his clear cage. In some ways he'd wished he'd never looked up.

The owner of the massive shadow was just as huge, towering over him in a way he'd never seen before. His mind immediately supplied the word human. He'd been told about them, seen them from a distance…he knew they were bigger, but not like this. Why would he get stuck on the beach and run into one of them?! Did the world really hate him that much?! Unfair! Not to mention, humans were supposed to stay away from the area he'd been heading for. Had he really been swept so far off his intended path?? Anything was possible at his size in a storm that nasty, but going from stormy waters, to a bird, to a human, wasn't even bad luck. That's like an outright curse.

His thoughts were cut short when the giant being took a step closer to him, shaking the entire space and making him scramble to prevent faceplanting. It was coming closer. His dread didn't have time to build up before a hand came rushing towards his trap, one way too big for what seemed natural. Though he clawed at the smooth surface surrounding him, it was hopeless, the hand closing around it. He shuddered at the realization the hand went all the way around the bottle…he could see the fingers nearly connect. That was to say…he forgot what would happen when it's being grabbed.

Not even a second later, he was hoisted off the ground, making his stomach do a wild flip while he forced himself to stay calm. What if it wanted him to be scared? But when the space was tilted and the water began to flow away from him, he gave an involuntary yelp of surprise and looked around frantically. The tilt suddenly stopped and it went back to how it had been before, the water returning. This time when looking at the human, he found bright green, huge eyes that were both locked right on him. He fought back a shiver, meeting that, admittedly, intimidating gaze. The eyes widened and he froze up.

Way too dizzying fast, he was racing skyward, stopping only once level with the way too big face. Out of pure instinct he bared his teeth with a growl, pushing himself back against the opposite side. He pointedly ignored that the hand was on that side of it and that he could feel the warmth it gave off from inside. Except when he growled, he noticed a responding movement from above and his eyes snapped to it, only to go stiff and regret showing aggression. Those weren't the right ears. They were like triangles and kept swiveling around. Listening, he thought. He suppressed another shudder, instead choosing to glare at this giant and those horribly observant eyes.

He knew he was being stared at, his every move kept track of, but he was trying to wrack his brain for why those ears and unnerving eyes were familiar to him. There wasn't much time to think as that loud sound came at him again—the voice. Definitely a voice. He ignored the words. They were too distorted and loud to understand while stuck inside this thing anyway. Besides, he didn't want to hear the taunts or what it might be planning to do to him. He'd rather seem boring and be tossed back to the ground and ignored.

Except those eyes changed and almost looked…worried? He scowled at it, but the voice returned and everything was turning sideways at an agonizingly slow pace. His slow slide felt like torture, especially with how fast the water was already pouring past him, tugging him along faster than it was tipping. At this point all he could do was weakly scratch at it, feeling like he was being played with on his way towards the only opening. The last thing he tried was spreading his arms too wide to fit while trying to turn to keep his tail inside. If it fell out, the weight would just drag him down.

When he hit the opening he stuck, just as intended. A grim, victory smile plastered on his face as he fought to keep himself in this same position while looking to the side at the human. What he found was a look of surprise, but nothing happened. It was held in the same position, not moving even slightly. He thought he'd be shaken or something, but it never came. Instead, the voice came again, still not understandable from his position. It got quiet and motionless, as if the human was just waiting for him to change his mind or something. Not happening! That was when he noticed he was slipping. The giant jerk was waiting him out.

He growled in real anger at being treated this way, noticing those creepy ears moving as he made the sound. All he could see in those big eyes, was patience. A steady, calm, patience. Like this human already knew they'd win this. And they would, which only upset him even more. The problem was that he was still slipping, and steadily feeling like he needed to catch himself. Was he just going to fall to his death or what? Was the human dumping him out of the way? It was hard to say, but he was about to find out for himself. There wasn't even a shred of hope in his mind of holding on for longer than the human could wait…the surface and angle were simply too much and only half his body could be used to prevent it.

With one last squirm in an attempt to stay inside, he finally couldn't stay splayed anymore and fell headfirst out of the thing. His eyes screwed shut, certain he would plummet to his death…only for the result to be much less dramatic. The impact was muted, interrupted maybe only a second later by something soft that smelled heavily of herbs. For a moment all he could do was breathe, his heart racing painfully as his chest heaved from the scare. He didn't waste much time and after only a few breaths, he moved to figure out what exactly happened. Seeing it made him freeze up, his eyes landing on the tan colored, patterned floor beneath him. Skin.

Looking up while already know what would be there, his almost weary gaze trailed up the length of an arm all the way to the human's face. He was in the damn thing's hand. He inwardly groaned and pushed himself up while taking a deep breath, glancing at the fingers towering over him. A threat. It was mostly behind him and he let his head hang so he could simply see past his arms without it knowing where he was looking. It was hard to know what would happen if he was caught staring, and honestly? He'd rather be ended because he fought back, not for looking at something. That would be even worse than having been abandoned by his own pod using a prank. So he held his breath and looked up at that face again.

Then he immediately bit the hand beneath him. Hard. His aim was to draw blood at the very least, and he needed to do it before the human could stop him. The only response he seemed to get was a quiet whine of pain and a harsh flinch that nearly sent him off the hand. What stopped such a fate were the fingers, curling up over him. Without delay, since the other bite was already bleeding, he whipped around and sunk his teeth into one of those massive digits instead, his arms wrapping around it so his claws could dig in as well. He was fully aware that he couldn't win this, but that didn't stop him from trying.

What did make him pause was that finger separating itself from the rest slowly, followed by that much too loud voice ringing out above him. "Uhm…will you please let go…? That…it kinda hurts?" The voice was still too loud for him, but he could for the first time understand the words being spoken, even even what sounded like hesitation in the tone. Of course, his response to this comment was to bite even harder and snarl while he did, moving his head a little to trying twisting and make it worse. The human winced in pain, those ears drawing back as it instead muttered, "Yeah, okay, that's fair." He wanted the human to feel pain, why was it saying this was fair?!

His anger was boiling over and he grabbed onto it, using it to bury all the fear as he snapped his head to the side with an angry hiss, clawing at the finger he'd been biting before it bending forced him to let go. He fell back onto the palm, not really able to support himself with his tail. Wait. The human had a tail too. He narrowed his eyes while keeping his teeth bared as a few things clicked into place. He remembered an animal that had those ears, eyes, and tail. It was also very sharp in his mind that he'd seen it swiping fish out if the water and chasing any mer that got close. He didn't know the name, but this human looked like they were part animal. That animal. That eats fish. And probably mer too.

A very brief look of terror flashed through his eyes and he dug his claws into the palm a whole lot more to hurriedly turn it into anger. He looked this giant in the eye with as much Hate and rage as he could muster, his mind simmering as he ignored how the sun was slowly making his skin itch as it dried him out. With one deep breath, he practically screamed out, "THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO?! STOP STARING AND JUST DO SOMETHING DAMNIT! YOU'RE TOO LOUD AND TOYING WITH ME! IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO ME, JUST DO IT!" His sudden volume was plenty loud enough to make those freaky animal ears go down and it felt like his own personal victory.

Until the hand finally moved. He was going up, being brought right to that face. It was impossible to fully get rid of a shudder as his eyes widened. Was he going to die now? His mouth did usually get everyone mad at him. He'd actually asked for this one though, but…he looked at the closed mouth of the face he was rapidly approaching. Was the giant going to eat him like that animal did that fish? He turned his head away to hide his face while not wanting to see what would happen to him. It was over. He'd purposely yelled at the human and said to get it over with. It was only a moment later that he felt the huge digits behind him start to close in on him. He didn't even flinch.

He was expecting to die somehow, but the human decided to speak again. "What?? You…do you think I want to hurt you? I'm sorry I was too loud…did I really scare you that badly? I wasn't trying really hard not to—" Why was this stupid giant prolonging his death? But they just continued their ramble. "—but I…I messed up? What did I do? How do I fix it? Is there something you want?" The voice was growing increasingly higher pitched and they were talking way too fast. He growled inwardly, despising that he had to listen to such idiotic lies after begging to die. Did it really thing he was that stupid? That he wasn't just some fun creature to toy with and leave to die? Lies.

He raised his head back up to stare his likely killer in the eyes, only to find out they were right in front of him. He had soared past the mouth and even the nose, being held so perfectly level with the eyes that he couldn't avoid noticing their emotions. With a shiver he didn't even try to contain, he scrambled backwards only to realize those fingers were holding him in place. His eyes were rounded at this revelation, merely glad to see his tail was at least still against the palm and not just hanging. If relieved was the right thing to feel, rather, when he was terrified. What else could he feel when staring into eyes each bigger than his head. Happiness??

Finally though, the hand moving snapped him out of it right as the human softly asked, "Hey, are you okay? Can't you speak?" Alright, so now he was going to be seen as some stupid animal that didn't even have intelligence? Like he'd allow that.

With yet another ferocious snarl, he growled, "Get the fuck away from me." His voice felt despairingly weak and he swallowed hard. Having to meet these eyes like this was…so uncomfortable. It frayed his nerves and played with his mind. The eyes looked too guilty. He leaned away. "Just…just leave me alone or kill me already. I don't want to play these games anymore." He was scared, but his tone still came out full of rage.

The huge eyes only got bigger as they widened, full of what looked to borderline horror. "Kill you?! I'm not going to kill you!" The human shouldn't be sounding so scared of his words. They should be getting mad, yelling at him, hurting him. But nothing was happening. Instead, he rapidly found himself tumbling back down into the hand, which now became two, simply cupped together. It wasn't right to be held like he was breakable. He glared at the human. They just wouldn't stop trying to mess with him.

Without thinking it through, he snapped, "Why not?! You're bigger than me, you're a predator, I shouldn't even still be alive except to be a handy little plaything for your own entertainment!" Nothing was said in response, everything going quiet. The human was…silenced? By his worthless and weak voice? This game was getting absurd and the look of pity he was receiving only served to make him retaliate with anger. He bit the hand again, trying as hard as he possibly could to be dropped or finally killed or something.

A wince of pain, but then nothing. He growled and twisted his head, eliciting a gasp and a following whine from right beside him. "Please don't do that…" Not long after, the other hand stopped being a floor for him and tilted up to cover him from above. He stopped and bit a different spot, feeling his eyes burn from tears he refused to allow free. This was it. The human was finally going to end it, by…crushing him. He finally got what he wanted…why did it make him want to escape from it? To never have asked for this? But no pain came. It was darkened, but stopped there, the other hand harmlessly held over him, making it almost reminiscent of a cave…if the walls were made of tanned flesh that kept moving around him. A muffled voice came to him next with, "I'll just put you back in the ocean…"

A spike of fear at the thought of returning, and yet he could already feel the human moving, making him roll slightly while struggling to stay in place. He stopped biting, now more intent on keeping himself still and not being given back to the ocean. Sure he'd been planning to escape there, but if he was for some reason getting free transport he wanted something else. A river or stream, something to make his boring life have some sort of meaning to it. This felt more like he'd be discarded this way than freed into it. He wasn't going to say or do anything, but his racing heart won. "WAIT WAIT WAIT!"

Everything immediately stilled and he had to cling to the skin under him to not go rolling away. He wanted to relax and maybe try to figure out why he'd said to wait, but the human of course had to butt in on it. "Don't you live there? I'll put you back, are you sure?" He inhaled sharply, thinking about being in the exposed shallows with the sheer number of those strange birds from earlier hanging around. He'd seen how many there were already. If he was put back in, not only would he be back in the place he'd grown to hate, he'd become food. Dying by the hand of a giant sounded much better than temporary, fake freedom, followed by being eaten.

He moved a bit, wincing silently at how dry his tail was feeling. "...I don't want to be in the ocean. Do whatever you want with me, just get rid of me already, but not the ocean…" He should've been asking for the ocean, not to stay away from it. This was stupid. Why would the human even listen? All he did was give it a new way to hurt—

"Okay, I won't." He stiffened greatly. Won't what? The voice sounded almost resigned with those words, making his already raised guard bristle with discomfort. Before he could demand an answer though, they spoke again, "I'll just…take you home. You're probably needing some water about now and my skin can't be helping that, not to mention it's really hot out today, huh? And it's not like there's any other water sources around…I don't even know what else you want if you don't want the ocean. Maybe you'll tell me once you're not so dried up?" He blinked at the half darkness as he listened to the disembodied voice from beyond the walls of hand.

The human was…just going to keep him? Probably to be able to toy with him better. Tools and other gadgets at their home to make his fate even worse. With an air of defeat over knowing he couldn't possibly claw his way out of the prison of hands, he hung his head. "...fine." His voice was quiet but with those ears? No doubt the human heard him. Fine. He'd accept this fate, but he'd go down fighting. He could already feel this giant moving again. For now however, he let his eyes drift shut, exhausted from his struggle and not sure if he'd even wake up later. Not without digging his claws in for good measure, smiling in grim satisfaction at the pained response he got.

Words rang out above him, "Alright, then let's go! I'll take and get a good look at you to make sure you're not injured and try to find a good place for you to stay!" That cheery voice was going to be the death of him, in more ways than one. Yet, that was the last thing he heard before his mind shut itself off. Oh well. Time to leave his fate to the mercy of this strange, giant being…even if it meant he'd die.

Maybe he wouldn't.

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Part 2 (unwritten)

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jessi4fanfics · 21 days

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Excerpt From: The Plague (A Trolls Fanfiction)

Okay, this is a crazy story idea. I think Imma write about the trolls getting a sickness kinda like Covid but it's only through like poison in their water (someone put it in there BUT I WON'T TELL WHO-) and so the whole story is gonna be Poppy trying to solve who did it and why while having a new friend (Fern🌿) help her find out what the antidote is.

BUT THROUGHOUT ALL OF THIS Branchifer gets what they call "The Plague."

So this excerpt is just what happened after they found out that Branch has it, and he's already been in the hospital, he's good, he's fine, all he has is sudden dizziness and is kinda confused at times, but other than that he's good. Poppy visits him every day and one day she finds out that he has enter PHASE 3 of THE PLAGUE

pls tell me what you think of this. I WANNA KNOW IF THIS BOOK WOULD BE WORTH WRITING. Very dramatic but it was fun to write so far. If I do publish this it would be both

btw, this is in the middle of the book. I'll tell you more deets later if you guys like this small part.😉

Poppy walked into the doctor’s office and walked up to the front desk.

The troll behind the desk seemed surprised to see her there. “Oh, uh– can I help you?”

Poppy frowned. “Um, I’m here to sign-in to visit Branch– like usual.”

“Oh.” The trolls looked a bit embarrassed. She fiddled with her glasses. “I’m sorry, Queen Poppy, but no one is permitted to see him right now.”

Poppy gaped. “What? Why? I always see him at this time of day without fail! He’ll be worried if I don’t!”

The trolls finally sighed and said, “Poppy– Branch has completely lost consciousness.”

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Poppy didn’t remember her bewildered daze once the troll told her the news.

She didn’t remember her screaming Branch’s name as she burst through the door into the hallway searching for his room.

She didn’t remember any of the nurses trying to tell her to stop, trying to reach for her, as she ran into his room.

She didn’t even hear Dr. MoonBloom’s comforting, “I’m sorry, Poppy,” or feel her gentle touch on her shoulder.

All she remembered was seeing Branch lying on his hospital bed, his eyes closed, his body limp, his chest barely moving up and down, almost as if he was asleep.

All she remembered was hearing the machines “beep beep beep” slowly, but surely.

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He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead. He isn’t dead. How many times they had to repeat it to Poppy before she believed them.

When she sat down on the chair beside his bed and reached for his hand, it was cold.

It was never cold.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t complain. She just bit her lip and gave a tuneless hum, trying to block out the sound of all of the “What ifs?” pounding into her brain at the moment.

She wished the stupid world would just swallow her up and leave her out in space where she wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

Branch was gonna die. And it was all her fault.

“Queen Poppy.”

Poppy finally looked up at the doctor, who’s violet eyes were looking gently at her.

“Queen Poppy, this is not your fault. He has just entered Phase 3 of the plague. The first phase, you remember, was just fevers and sleepiness. The second, as you also probably remember, was sudden dizziness and confusion. Now, Phase 3, he’s just– unconscious. His body is fighting back. It needs all of his inner strength. It was expected.”

Now the tears began to fall. Poppy knew what Phase 4 was– the slowing of the heart. That usually only took a day, from what the doctors said. Then Phase 5 was–

“We’re working on the antidote too, Poppy. We want Branch to get well too,” Dr. MoonBloom continued. “We probably have a few weeks before we should really worry. He’s basically just in a coma right now.”

That wasn’t helping. Not even a little bit.

“How long has he been like this?” Poppy managed to gulp out. Couldn’t have been longer than a day, she only saw him just yesterday afternoon.

He had been perfectly fine. Dizzy, but fine.

“He lost consciousness last night– around nine or ten. About 15 hours ago.”

Poppy bit her lip even harder. If they didn’t find an antidote within a few weeks– she wouldn’t even be able to say goodbye.

“We’ll keep him on his medicine just in case he wakes up.” The doctor said this as if she didn’t believe one bit that this would happen. “Until then, Fern is helping us figure out the antidote.”

“Okay.” Poppy sighed. “Can I just– have some time…alone with him? Or would that be stupid?”

Dr. MoonBloom immediately got up. “No, of course! Take your time!” She set a hand on her shoulder again. “He’ll be alright, Poppy. I promise.”

Don’t make promises you can’t be sure you’ll keep, Poppy thought.

Poppy sat down on the chair for a little while, just holding Branch’s cold hand. His breathing was ragged, his face expressionless. Even when he slept he had more expression.

The stupid plague. Whoever put them in this terrible situation had better feel sorry. Poppy still had no clue who had put that poison in the water, but she was going to find out. It was hard enough that Branch was diagnosed with it, but to have him be– like this?

“Branch, I promise,” Poppy whispered gently, leaning over closer to her boyfriend, “whatever I do, I’m going to put this troll to rights, and this whole situation. And– I’ll do anything I can” oh darn here came those stupid tears again “to save you. I promise. I promise.”

She kept whispering those words to herself over and over as if they’d make a difference. She thought of all the times Branch had been there for her.

He deserved everything she had and more. He didn’t deserve this.

“I promise.” Poppy said it one last time before kissing his hand, gently setting it back on his bed, and getting up and leaving the room.

Btw, the rest of BroZone finds out about Branch being in this phase later in the story. THANKS FOR READING LOVE YA -@jessi4fanfics

#branch trolls #broppy #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls band together #wattpad fanfiction #trolls fanfic #dreamworks trolls #trolls poppy

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medea10 · 3 months

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My Review of The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You

Well, I got a couple of open slots for the Fall 2023 anime season. I’ll choose this random series without looking into what it is and why it is. How bad could it possibly be?

#FamousLastWords

Between the time he was eight months old and the time he graduated from middle school, Rentaro Aijou has been turned down by “girls he likes” a grand total of 100 times. The night following his middle school graduation, Rentaro went to a shrine and prayed that when he enters high school, he will get a girlfriend. That’s when he meets God himself.

As one does in this occasion.

God tells Rentaro that he will not only get a girlfriend that is destined to be his true soulmate, he will have 100 girlfriends destined to be his true soulmate. Unless you are Genghis Khan or a main character on Tenchi Muyo, I call bullshit. God explains that the day Rentaro was born, he kinda dropped the ball while filling out paperwork. He accidentally wrote 100 soulmates instead of 1. To make things worse, if he turns down any of these soulmates, they’ll die suddenly. So, this is a matter of life and death for 100 girls.

On the very first day of high school, Rentaro bumps into two of these soulmates, Hakari Hanazono and Karane Inda. A pink-haired girl with big tits and a blonde tsundere. Of course, they are! All three are struck by cupid’s drunken, polygamist arrow. Them being a couple is kinda like with Girlfriend Girlfriend with the exception of them all not living together. Heads up, this is under the comedy genre. So, expect a lot of clumsy slapstick here! Well, Rentaro has met 2 of his soulmates. Throughout the series, he meets three other soulmates. A girl named Shizuka who communicates through lines from her favorite novel. Then there’s Kusuri who is a bit of an absent-minded scientist who occasionally transforms from curvy beauty to a Lolita. And then there’s Nano Eiai (pronounced A.I.) who is as monotone as it gets. If you name your kid that, what the hell do you expect?

Before I continue, I’m going to take a couple of shots in the dark here. I’m guessing that this series will only be 11-13 episodes long. Rentaro will only meet 5-13 girls in this span. And the chances of a sequel will be 15% chance.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: No lie, these were the words when it was announced this anime was getting an English dub. “This flaming garbage is getting an English dub?” Hmm, if Brina Palencia is allowed to do Crunchyroll dubs, I say she’s going to play Eiai. Only by the mere fact that she has a reputation for playing monotone girls. But that was something I used to see happen 15 years ago, I doubt it’s still true that Palencia plays nothing but monotone characters anymore. I gotta get with the times as Eiai is played by someone completely different. As for the sub, a mix of newer and well-known seiyuus. This is Wataru Katou’s second main role and seems to be relatively new. I thought he did a really good job as Rentaro. Okay, here’s the cast.

JAPANESE CAST: *Rentaro is played by Wataru Katou

*Hakari is played by Kaede Hondo (known for Iono on Pokemon Horizons, Sakura on Zombieland Saga, and Haruka on Love Live Nijigasaki)

*Karane is played by Miyu Tomita (known for Riko on Made in Abyss, Crim on Interspecies Reviewers, Miko on Kaguya-sama, and Ebisu on Dorohedoro)

*Shizuka is played by Maria Naganawa (known for Kanna on Miss Kobayashi, Plateletts on Cells at Work, and Komekko on Konosuba)

*Eiai is played by Asami Seto (known for Raphtalia on Shield Hero, Mai on Bunny Girl Senpai, CZ on Overlord, Miyoko on Food Wars, and Mado on Tokyo Ghoul)

*Kusuri is played by Ayaka Asai (known for Lisa on Fire Force)

ENGLISH CAST: *Rentaro is played by Travis Mullenix

*Hakari is played by Sarah Wiedenheft (known for Tohru on Miss Kobayashi, Power on Chainsaw Man, Lily on Zombieland Saga, Ruby on Love Live Sunshine, Ariel on Mushoku Tensei II, and Charmy on Black Clover)

*Karane is played by Ariel Graham (known for Tia on Overlord and Leivinia on Index III)

*Shizuka is played by Sara Ragsdale (known for Saikawa on Miss Kobayashi, Young Dabi on My Hero Academia, Saya on Dagashi Kashi)

*Eiai is played by Cassie Ewulu

*Kusuri is played by Lindsay Sheppard (known for Aria on Pokemon XY and Mia on Love Live Nijigasaki)

SHIPPING: After viewing the first episode, I just see Rentaro as one of those harmless anime perverts. He’s like Brock from Pokemon, he’s just going to ask the girl out and anything that happens afterwards, whatever. And for a while throughout the series, I’m inclined to agree with the same sentiment. I don’t recall seeing him get giddy about fondling Hakari’s breasts or anything dirty like that.

In fact, he tries to be chivalrous to the girls. Rentaro loves someone like Karane despite being the textbook definition of a tsundere. Rentaro helped Shizuka out of her shell and then-some. He showed Eiai that there’s more to life than just numbers. And Kusuri is no longer alone now that Rentaro is in her life. Although, things do get a little raunchy and go beyond holding hands. Rentaro doesn’t play favorites like the other modern harems, he loves all of his girlfriends the same and for some reason, the girlfriends just go along with Rentaro adding more girlfriends.

In short, every girl is best girl to him. But we have to admit that Hakari’s family has the upper-hand due to a couple of firsts. Hakari is the first girlfriend and the first to be a “bride”. And then Mama Hahari…um…Yeah, it’s best to assume that Hakari and Hahari got the upper-hand here.

WTF MOMENT: French-kissing Vice Principal.

That’s right. In an anime where Hakari has sick fantasies and we have a girl like Kusuri, who wears diapers and is an 18-year-old in the body of an 8-year-old, the Vice-Principal tainted everything.

That’s it. That’s what made my soul died.

ENDING: In harem animes, there’s bound to be any number of objections from friends and family members. Mostly family! Would your parents agree to you being in a polygamist relationship? Hakari is told by her mother to end it. Under normal circumstances, yes, that would be the case. But in this anime, Hakari would die. But of course, only Rentaro knows that factoid. If Hakari does die due to break-up, at least she went out in style. She was able to compete in a bouquet toss event that resulted in her and Rentaro dressed in wedding gear and having their pictures taken.

Hakari’s mother Hahari shuts her daughter up in her room in supreme lockdown. It’s a big house filled with security personnel, a guard dog, trip-laser security, and a cat. The cat’s there doing what cats do. Rentaro and the other girlfriends break in to try and save Hakari. With the help of everyone, Rentaro was able to make it to Hakari’s room. But all in vain as Hakari’s room was also attached to the security system and Rentaro was caught. We then learn about Hahari and why she’s being overprotective of her daughter. Hahari fell in love with a terminally-sick boy at age 13. Hahari decides to have his baby. She gives birth to Hakari and later the boy dies. Hahari later regrets the decision she made and doesn’t want Hakari to make a big mistake with a boy like she did.

And then Mama Hahari and Rentaro got the spark and AW SHIT, SHE’S ONE OF THE 100 GIRLFRIENDS!

Hahari shook it off and continued to test both Rentaro and Karane on this unordinary relationship with a lie detector. It showed that despite Karane’s severe tsundere attitude, she loves Rentaro. Rentaro is shown to love all of his girlfriends. And that Karane is somewhere in the A-cup range. But the silliness comes to a grinding halt when Hakari is on the ledge of her second-story bedroom window ready to end it all. Rentaro ends up saving her by falling off the ledge with her into the fountain. At least they’re not dead. Hahari gives up her grasp on Hakari and all seems to be forgiven with a hot bath, pajama party, and Rentaro possibly losing his virginity. Oh come on, I doubt that this anime would go so far as to…

OH, HOLY FUCK! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED! RENTARO FUCKED HIS FIRST GIRLFRIEND’S MOTHER! HE’S A LITERAL MOTHER FUCKER!

And we go along with the final episode as if we did not see him fucking her brains out. The slumber party went along with usual and unusual moments including: playing cards, spying on Rentaro as he bathes, random acts of lesbianism, a spooky ghost in the window, and other silly shenanigans. We get more serious moments when we’ve got Hahari feel guilty as it feels like she’s betraying her first love (Hakari’s dead father). Rentaro being pure of heart accepts all of her baggage and seals it with a kiss. And then the ghost of Hahari’s first love (Hakari’s dead father) appears before Rentaro.

As one does! While he was quite defiant about Rentaro dating this guy’s first love and daughter, he sees Rentaro is a pure…wrong words to use about a guy who just lost his virginity to this guy’s baby-mama. Pure enough. Ghost dad approves and passes on. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Rentaro’s first 5 girlfriends are easy to see as they all go to the same school as him. How is Rentaro going to see his sixth, Mama Hahari? Simple. Hahari buys the school. Yeah, the episode ends with her announcing she bought the school. We also see four girls that Rentaro passes by that could possibly be girlfriends #7-11. Pfft. I’ve seen that happen before in season finales. Keijo had an ending like that where we saw all these new characters for one second and then the series never came back.

Okay, let’s see if what I said at the beginning of this review still stands.

*This series was 12 episodes long. I was correct that it was only going to last between 11 and 13. *By series end, Rentaro has officially gotten 6 girlfriends. Even if we add the 5 girls we saw at the end of episode 12, that would equal 11 girls. So, I was right about the number of girlfriends. *My 15% chance of a sequel guess was proven wrong immediately as this got the green light for a second season when the season one finale aired.

Shit, this series was something else. I can honestly say there were a lot of moments in 100 Girlfriends I would have never expected to happen. In a normal harem anime, there’d be a lot of fighting between the girls, the first girl might get a kiss, and the anime would end there so you would have to go to the manga to know what happens next. Or, wait nearly 30 years to see proof of a harem like with Tenchi Muyo. But we all must remember that we are in the 2020’s. If this fucking Goddamn decade has taught me anything, anime has gone above and beyond the norm here. We’re in the decade of Interspecies Reviewers and Redo of Healer!

This anime blew away everything that you’ve seen when it comes to harems. Rentaro has kissed every girl. He is loyal to all of his girlfriends and thensome. And unlike a lot of other harems, he lost his virginity by the season’s end and not to the first girl. I gotta give credit where credit is due in this department. And by the looks of the manga, Rentaro is still loved and quadrupled girl intake. Last I saw, he has over 20 girlfriends. The creator and artists are determined to make the 100 girlfriends thing happen whether the anime continues or not. I gotta respect that kind of tenacity. I am beyond curious to see how Rentaro can possibly handle over 20 girlfriends. So, I am definitely looking forward to a second season for this anime.

And if you want to see a harem done right for the 2020’s, get your ass to Crunchyroll and watch this series.

FINAL THOUGHT: If Rentaro never existed, this anime would be a Yuri anime starring these two. Prove me wrong.

#the 100 girlfriends who really really really really really love you #rentaro aijo #nano eiai #Kimi no Koto ga Daidaidaidaidaisuki na 100-nin no Kanojo #hakari hanazono #hahari hanazono #karane inda #kusuri yakuzen #shizuka yoshimoto

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Hello! Same anon who requested Jun han with a fitness model! I loved it a lot!

I was wondering if I could request some headcanons (maybe with a small scenario aswell) with Jun han where the reader is kinda this super underground singer who really doesn't take care of themselves. Like kinda grungy, big eye bags, messy unkept hair, partakes in some activities that do not need to be disclosed but Jun han understands what's going on?

And reader has a huge crush on Jun han and is trying to get in order so that Jun han can like them back? Reader is also like, super mean to everyone but soooo sweet to Jun han :))

Sorry if this is long😭 I'm just so in love with this man

Thank you!

Hello. I'm glad you loved your other request I hope you love this one too :)

Han Hyeongjun

Summary: You’re an underground singer with a lot of bad habits, but Hyeongjun still sticks around despite all your flaws.

WC:~1.4k

Warning:grammar, one cuss word

photo not mine credits to owner.

The bright light seeping into your room through your curtains only made your head pound harder. Suddenly you felt bile burn its way up your throat. You quickly ran into your bathroom. Mid puke you felt gentle hands gathering your hair to hold it away from your face. Then you felt a gentle rubbing on your back.

You know that it’s Hyeongjun and it kind of makes you feel worse. He always sees you in your worst state, yet for some reason he never leaves. Even though he knows all of the bad things you do. You no where near deserve him, but you can’t lie and say that you don’t have feelings for him. He took care of you, cared for you. Even though you don’t necessarily care about yourself. Anyone who looked at you could tell that. Your unkempt hair, dark eyebags, untidy clothes. You looked very grunge in a non-aesthetic way.

You slumped against the bathroom floor after emptying whatever contents were in your stomach. Hyeongjun wipes your mouth with a tissue and discards it into the trash before helping you up. He guides you over to your small couch, sitting you down. He then goes to your kitchen getting you a bottle of water and pain relievers. He comes back over to where you sat and gives them to you.

“I didn’t do anything too stupid last night did I?” you asked after taking the two small pills. You remember hardly anything about last night after you finished your set at a bar. Hyeongjun shook his head, taking a seat next to you.

“Just called me drunk, so I picked you up.” That’s good. You were no stranger to starting a bar fight or two, so at least you only made one mistake that night. You should be better, you want to be better. Be a person that deserves Hyeongjun. It’s just that everytime you tried you always ended up falling right back into your bad habits. That saying really is true, old habits do die hard. You felt pathetic and sick of yourself. You really did need to change. Maybe you should start with finding your hairbrush.

“Didn’t really expect you to show up today,” your co-worker at your part time job tells you. You turned towards them to give them a look. “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” he asked.

“Not really,” you mized, going back to stalking items on the shelf.

“Let’s just say you were pretty gone. Not surprised you don’t remember running into me,” he continues to talk to you.

“Look, can you just do your job? My head hurts,” you bite. He raises his hands in defense and walks away from you. You continued working until your shift ended.

Once you got back from work you actually cleaned your apartment. For the first time in you don’t know how long. You discovered that your little laundry did have a floor hiding beneath all the layers of discarded clothing. The dirty clothes now sit in the designated basket that you’ll get to another day. Baby steps, you tell yourself.

Later that evening you headed out to do some busking. A nice way of making a few extra dollars.

“Hey y/n.” One of your busking…acquaintances (you weren’t really one for friends. Other than Hyeongjun) came up to you as you were putting away your things.

“Hey,” you meekly replied.

“Me and some others are gonna go have some fun. You wanna come?” She invited you. Yes you want to, but you know you shouldn’t. It won’t end well. Your life will continue to be pathetic if you go. A life where you don’t deserve Hyeongjun.

“No, I’ll pass,” you say.

“Oh come on! Let’s let loose tonight,” she tests you.

“You let loose every night,” you scoffed.

“I don’t know why I try to be nice to you. You really are just a bitch.” With that she walks away. You gathered your things and went home. It felt weird, you were never home this early. You were usually out doing things you know you shouldn’t be into late hours of the night or early morning.

You sat on your couch bored. What did normal people do at this time of night? It wasn’t even 9:30 yet. Going out for a little bit couldn’t hurt right? You stood up about to head for your door. No, don’t do it. You know how it’ll end. You kept standing up and sitting down, battling yourself. Maybe you should just go to bed.

You can’t sleep. You're not used to sleeping this early. Tossing and turning from one side to another. Pulling the blanket up higher, throwing it off you. Having it half on half off. Then your phone lights up. You picked it up, it was text. “Heard you were staying in tonight?” it read. “Piss off” you responded. Before putting your phone back you found yourself calling Hyeongjun.

“Hello.” He picked up right away.

“..Hey,” you said. This felt a little weird. You don’t really remember the last time you called him sober.

“Are you ok?” Of course that’s the first question he asks. You don’t really know how to answer.

“Uh- yeah. I’m actually home right now,” you tell him. Hyeongjun was admittedly surprised to hear that. “Can you come over? I know it’s late, but…” You don’t trust yourself, but if Hyeongjun is with you then you know you won’t do anything bad.

“I’ll be right over,” he says.

He meant right over, no more than fifteen minutes you were letting Hyeongjun inside of your apartment.

“You cleaned,” he noted.

“Yeah. My laundry room has a floor,” you chuckled. The two of you walked over to your little couch. You anxiously picked at your nails with shaky hands. Hyeongjun quickly notices and places his warm, gentle ones over your own.

“Are you ok y/n?” The caring look in his eyes makes you break.

“Why do you care?” Tears glazed over your eyes.

“What?” He holds your hands tighter.

“Why are you still here? Why do you stay? How come you haven’t left me? I’m a terrible person Hyeongjun,” you sobbed. “I have way too many bad habits. You know all the things I do. All the things I’ve done. I’m mean to everyone who’s not you. I’m really pathetic and I want to change. I want to be a better person, but it’s hard. It’s so tempting to just go back to how I originally am. I can’t even trust myself to stay in for one night!” You shouted, but it was at yourself. You’re so angry with yourself for letting you get to such a low point. Hyeongjun hugs you. One of his hands cradles your head and the other rubs your back. Just as gently as he did this morning.

“It’s ok. You’ll be ok. I’m right here,” he soothes you. Your hands clutched his shirt so tightly like you were scared he would disappear.

“Why?” Now your voice was no higher than a whisper.

“Because I love you.” He said it so easily. You made a confused sound, thinking you must’ve heard wrong. “I love you y/n,” he repeated.

“I don’t deserve it,” you voiced pulling away. “I want to deserve it. I want to be a person who deserves your love, but I know right now I’m not.” You looked down at your lap. Hyeongjun once again grabs your hands. You look up at him.

“That’s for me to decide. I get to decide who I love, who deserves my love and I love you.” You want to confess your love for him back, but at the same time you don’t feel like you’re a good enough person to. You’ll wait until you're good enough.

“Thank you.” Is how you respond. Hyeongjun hugs you again.

It took a very long time for you to clean up your act. There were triumphs and setbacks, but you did it. Sometimes you still had thoughts about going back to your old bad habits, but now you were strong enough to not listen to them. Hyeongjun stayed by your side the entire time. Now you have no problem saying.

“Hyeongjun I love you.”

“I love you too y/n.” He has no problem saying it either, not like he ever did, but now you feel like you deserve it. You became a person who was good enough for Hyeongjun. Although he thought you were good enough the entire time. He never saw you as your flaws, he only saw you as you.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh junhan #xh hyeongjun #junhan x reader #hyeongjun x reader #han hyeongjun x reader #han hyeongjun #hyeongjun #junhan

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Unfair (Part 1??)

Characters: Literally just Albert Wesker + Reader

OK LOOK I just have to say I've never written a fic before so please go easy on me :sob: this is just a dumb thing that my mind invented one day and is hugely unfinished like it will continue but only if you guys like it (if anyone sees this)

Warnings: SFW (FOR NOW) UNLESS YOU LIKE WANT IT TO BE NOT SFW!!!, Wesker kinda uh hypnotises you, Kinda wrote this for myself :flushed: , Gender Neutral, Dub con?? Wesker kinda forces you at first but then you don't mind so much??? Guess that's how brainwashing works??? VERY slowburn :/ I write too much. Wesker is a LOT softer cuz i dont like meanies, I'M NEW TO RE so idek when this is set I'll leave that for you to fantasize about

You knew exactly who he was: Albert Wesker, an infamous scientist working under the Umbrella Corporation. Known for his hard work and devotion to his cause, he was a force to be reckoned with. That was, at least, how the world saw him. You, however, knew more… And that was something he was very aware of. Whilst to others, you were another researcher and scientist employed by Umbrella, to Wesker, you were the plague. You may as well have been a private investigator, sent to be a thorn in his side thanking your persistence in gathering information about him.

You knew his secret. You knew that Wesker was not quite as human as he'd let on. You even knew about his experiments with what he'd dubbed "The Ultimate Lifeform" and "Uroboros". For you, it was only a matter of time before he came for you, perhaps murdering you in cold blood to protect his name. For him, however, you were a ticking time bomb, ready to expose him, his work and his weaknesses.

Of course, some semblance of his ego kept him from worrying too much about your pitiful richeous endeavor. The man was a God, an absolute unit. There was no way you'd come after him. Your secret would die with you. And that was why he was entirely gobsmacked to turn at the sound of a closing door to see you before him in his own laboratory.

"Y/N…", Wesker's snarl is constricted by a tight upwards pulling at the corners of his mouth. Perhaps if he kept on good terms with you, you'd forget everything and things would become easy for him once more… He didn't care to indulge the thought any further. "To what do I owe this pleasure? So late at night, too." He faces the clock to his right, motioning to it, but through his dark shades you could only guess where his eyes really came to rest. The time on the clock had passed 11. Really, you were hoping he wouldn't be there. Unlucky you.

"Wesker, Sir… ", your voice trails off. He was still your superior, and you'd be lying if you were to say his dark, menacing aura did not phase you. You felt especially shaken now as you'd been caught on your way to some serious midnight snooping. Your brain is scrambled, desperately searching for some form of escape, "What are you doing up so late at night? I saw you were still clocked in so I came to check on you. Is everything OK?", you lie through your teeth, hoping he might buy it. Wesker's smile fades as he does his best to hide his true joy. He has you surrounded. Both physically and mentally, you are in his domain now.

"How considerate", Wesker purrs, feeling he has the upper hand as he begins to walk past you slowly, keeping his face towards you as he situates himself between you and the door. Wesker had crooked morals but really didn't want to kill you. Not yet at least. There'd be paperwork to fill in, and as your Superior, he'd have to admit you were very skilled and never late with an assignment. On any other day, he'd probably boast about how trustworthy and helpful you are, and how he's proud to have you below him among his men. That was, however, when you weren't spying on him. "I've just been thinking a bit… Just a little."

"What about? Can I help with any-", you watch as he circles you, entrapping you. Was he doing this intentionally? Did he want you to fear him? Lord, did he plan on claiming your life now? Your thoughts and words were cut off by his steely, cold voice.

"What do you intend to do with the information you have on me, hmm?", Wesker didn't actually intend to ask this but his nerves and ego got the better of him. He smirked at the way you froze up, adjusting his glasses to better cover and hide his burning eyes. If only you could see the way they bored into you, he thought, then you'd know true fear. The mere idea made his smile widen.

"I - I'm not sure what you're talking about. What do you mean?"

"You know a lot about me… There's no use in lying, I've done a bit of my own snooping", he muses, sly and proud. "You know about my Uroboros, and about my research into Bio Weapons. You've even aided in my experiments on new, more powerful species. You know I can control people.", Wesker punctuates each item on his list with a stride toward you, so thorough and controlled as if rehearsed.

Each time he reminded you of what you knew, you made a stoic effort to show no sign of acknowledgement. You wanted to pretend you had no idea. For a second, Wesker almost bought into your act. For a second.

As you heard his final claim, however, your lips twitched in confusion. You'd done it now, you think as his eyebrows furrow with curiosity. Or did you not know? He thought to himself, leaning towards you. You felt so trapped. Wesker had this hellish aura, and If your mind hadn't been drowning within a tsunami of anxiety and regret for even showing tonight, you might have predicted what would come next.

Within seconds, you were pressed up against the wall behind you, breathing heavily as Albert scanned you, his smirk cemented upon his lips. "I've always admired your desire to learn", a rough hand clasps your chin, forcing your gaze to remain on his face as his other hand finds the side of his shades. "Let me reveal to you my latest weapon."

Terror claims your body, creeping up your shaking legs like a mutated vine, corrupting your muscles' loyalty to your ability to stand, and replacing your comfort with a spasming pins and needles like sensation. The worst you'd pictured happening to you tonight was facing Wesker or a trap he may have laid and winding up dead. The sensation sickened you, just how foolish and naïve you'd been. Now, a much worse threat stood before you. It loomed over you, in fact. What did that even mean? What was he going to do to you and how? If anything, he was painfully right about your desire to understand and learn. Even as your will was about to be plucked from your very body, you couldn't but wonder help what reality - what sensations awaited you on the other side~

Uhh... TBC?

THANKS FOR READING!!! :sob:

Ok so I have a PLAN and my PLAN is eventually he falls for u so if you wanna kinda read that and you like it please lmk and if you wanna request uhhh other stuff or criticise PLEASE DO

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #re wesker #albert wesker imagine #slow burn #enemies to lovers #hypnotic

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