#Can't wait to have him as a companion soon. I still need to do a few things though.

[ruby-static]

I've finally been playing a little more New Vegas lately!

And guess what!

FOUND YOU, FUCKER-

[alyrasturnz]

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❐ summary » matt refused to let a mere sickness stand in the way of what was meant to be your special night. with a resolve as steadfast as the mountains, he cast aside any thoughts of weakness, determined that no ailment would tarnish the moments you had both eagerly anticipated. his spirit was a beacon of unwavering determination, illuminating the path forward despite the shadows of illness.

❐ pairings » bf!matt x sick!reader

❐ warnings » pet names

❐ a/n && w/c » i'm literally sick rn • 1.60k

"hey babe! we still on for that dinner tonight?" matt asked, his voice ringing through the speaker. he leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern on the edge of the table as he waited for a response, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, counting the seconds in a mix of anticipation and mild anxiety.

your head was pounding, each throb resonating like a drumbeat echoing through your skull, and you felt horrible, an overwhelming wave of discomfort washing over you. you sniffled a little bit, the sound barely audible yet a stark reminder of your congestion, and you shook your head slowly, as if attempting to dislodge the fog of malaise that clouded your thoughts.

"m'sorry matt... i forgot about that," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. "i'm sick... i can't go. i’m really sorry, i know you’ve been looking forward to this."

matt had been planning this date for weeks, meticulously arranging every detail with a level of care and anticipation that spoke volumes of his excitement. guilt consumed your entirety at the thought of his disappointed face, the mental image of his crestfallen expression gnawing at your conscience.

each imagined look of letdown seemed to pierce your heart with an almost tangible ache, amplifying the weight of your regret and the sorrow you felt for having to let him down.

but instead of disappointment lacing his voice, you only heard concern, a warm undercurrent of worry that softened his words. "are you okay? is it serious? do you need anything? meds? a massage?" he rambled, his questions tumbling out in a rush of genuine care. before you could respond, he continued, his tone resolute. "wait—y’know what, i’ll just come over. bye, i'll see you in a bit," he said, his voice filled with determination, before hanging up abruptly.

"wait—" you began, your voice trailing off into the silence that followed. it was too late; the call had already ended, leaving you with the echo of his concern and the dial tone as your only companions.

you slowly rose to your feet, each movement sending shivers cascading through your body like ripples on a still pond. a hearty cough escaped your lips, reverberating through the quiet room and leaving an aftertaste of lingering discomfort.

your head was pounding with a relentless rhythm, each throb echoing like a distant drum. you attempted to fully rise, but your strength failed you, and you collapsed back onto your mattress with a low, defeated groan, the sound a testament to your exhaustion and frustration.

but soon enough, matt opened the door to your bedroom, his arms laden with bags, the rustling of paper and plastic heralding his arrival.

"hi," he greeted with a warm smile. "i brought some meds in case you didn't have any, and a few snacks—your favorites," he added, closing the door behind him with a soft click as he approached you, his presence a comforting balm to your weary soul.

"oh matt," you murmured softly, a gentle smile gracing your lips as your weak hands reached out to take the bags from him. "thank you so much. that's incredibly sweet of you."

"no problem," he responded with a sheepish smile, leaning in to plant a soft, tender kiss on your lips.

"no matt! you'll get sick," you exclaimed, your voice tinged with concern as you instinctively backed away a little, trying to shield him from your ailment.

"yeah? i will?" he inquired, raising his eyebrows in curiosity as you nodded solemnly, your expression a mixture of worry and insistence.

"mhm," you hummed softly, your eyes closing briefly as his smirk widened with playful intent. He leaned in closer, his lips tracing a path of tender kisses across your forehead, cheeks, and nose, each touch leaving a trail of warmth. "matt, stoppp," you giggled, your laughter bubbling up as you playfully tried to fend off his affectionate assault, your heart fluttering with each gentle kiss.

he then paused, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, before leaning in to plant one final, lingering kiss on your lips. "have you eaten yet?" he asked, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern.

"uhhhh," you drew out, your voice trailing off as you slowly shook your head, a slight hesitation evident in your eyes.

matt let out a low chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "c’mon, let's get you something to eat," he said, his voice warm and inviting as he gently took your hand, guiding you towards the kitchen.

"but i don't want to," you whined, your voice tinged with a hint of petulance. matt raised his eyebrows, a look of playful exasperation crossing his face as he regarded you.

"baby, you have to," he said, his voice a blend of concern and determination as he gently took your hand in his, his fingers brushing against your skin with a reassuring warmth. "that's the only way you'll get better," he continued, his eyes locking onto yours, conveying a depth of understanding and a plea for you to trust him.

"but i'm on the brink of throwing up," you said, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. his eyes widened ever so slightly, reflecting a mix of concern and urgency as he tried to process your words.

"okay... we can just watch a movie?" he suggested, his tone softening as he searched your eyes for agreement. you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you welcomed the compromise.

he crawled into bed next to you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. you instinctively scooched a little away from him, creating a small but noticeable gap between your bodies.

"hey," he said, his voice low and inviting as he turned to face you. "c'mere," he added, extending his hand toward you, his eyes softening with a mixture of warmth and anticipation.

"you're going to get sick," you said, your voice laced with concern, as you watched him with a furrowed brow, the weight of your worry evident in your eyes.

matt let out a rich, hearty laugh. "i've just peppered your face with kisses. i'm in way too deep," he said, his voice filled with playful affection. "just come here and cuddle with me," he added, extending his arm toward you, creating a welcoming space for you to nestle into his embrace.

you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, as you watched matt meticulously scroll through the myriad of movies on netflix, his fingers dancing across the remote with an almost mesmerizing rhythm.

soon, he selected a movie, and as it began to play in the background, the soft glow of the screen casting gentle shadows, you found yourself slowly drifting into a peaceful slumber.

»--•--«

you awoke to find matt no longer by your side, the warmth of his presence replaced by an empty space. confusion knitted your brows together as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep, your mind slowly coming to terms with his sudden absence.

your gaze fell upon the television screen, which was paused in a moment of stillness. you then shifted your eyes to the clock on the wall, its hands pointing resolutely to 7pm, marking the passage of time with an unwavering precision.

"matt," you called out, your voice breaking the stillness of the room. soon enough, matt appeared, walking in with a tray delicately balanced in his hands, each step measured and careful as he approached.

your mouth fell agape in astonishment. upon the tray rested a steaming bowl of soup, a glass of water glistening with condensation, your favorite can of soda, and your medications neatly arranged, each item placed with thoughtful precision.

"matt—did you do all this for me?" you asked, your voice tinged with a blend of slight disbelief and pure affection, as you sat up. he nodded proudly, a warm smile spreading across his face, his eyes reflecting the depth of his care and dedication.

"not to stroke my own ego... but yeah, i did," he said with a laugh, gently placing the tray onto your lap. you jutted your bottom lip out, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. as you looked up at him, a single tear broke free, tracing a delicate path down your cheek, capturing the depth of your gratitude and the overwhelming emotion of the moment.

"aw," he chuckled softly, bringing his thumb to your cheek to gently wipe away the tear. "no tears, baby," he murmured with a tender smile, his eyes locking onto yours, radiating warmth and reassurance.

"this is so sweet," your voice cracked, laden with emotion, as he let out a soft, comforting chuckle. "i love you," you whispered, your words carrying the weight of your heartfelt sincerity.

"i love you too, y/n," he chuckled softly, his voice a soothing balm to your soul, as he leaned in to plant a tender kiss upon your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering like a gentle promise.

you let out a soft giggle, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "i swear, you're gonna get so sick after this," you teased, the playful lilt in your voice contrasting with the concern that flickered in your gaze.

"you're gonna look after me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and vulnerability. you nodded, your expression softening as you silently promised to be his unwavering support.

"oh yeah, for sure i am," you smiled, a reassuring warmth in your eyes as you lifted your spoon and took a thoughtful bite of the steaming soup, savoring the comforting flavors that mirrored your promise.

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[astaroth1357]

Flipping the Script: Leviathan Meet-Cute (Human World AU)

So what if you met the demon boys in the human world instead? You’re not magic. You’re not special. You’re an average little human that came crashing into some demons one day. Good luck!

Contents: Pretty new format for me, second person (you), forgive any wonkiness

Part One (You are here), Part Two, Part Three (Coming Soon...)

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You’re a hardcore otaku influencer with a niche in creating and sharing cosplay. You’ve befriended a lot of other enthusiasts pursuing your passions, but there was one guy that you met at a recent convention that stood out from all of the rest.

The Seven Lords was just having yet another milestone anniversary, so several friends in your circle all decided to get together and do a group cosplay for the fans, you all were even offered space for a panel and locations for meet-and-greets! Your whole fanbase was ecstatic, and so were you, but there was just one problem…

The friend that agreed to be your Third Lord backed out at the last minute! His baggage was totally lost on the flight there and suddenly your whole group was without a member to complete the set. Though you knew it wasn’t a huge deal, you hated to disappoint your fans who were looking for a full group photo-op…

But then you saw this guy waiting around your hotel lobby-

“I can't believe Wess had to cancel on us…!” You thought to yourself while tapping your foot furiously against the hotel's linoleum floor. You were waiting for check-in last night when your collaborator sent his text to everyone, and your team still hadn’t found a suitable replacement… How could you guys have a TSL photo event without a Lord of Shadows?? Especially when you're the one dressed as Henry! What self-respecting group TSL cosplay doesn’t have those two together?? They're the closest pair in the show! The Sun and Shadow shippers were going to start a riot…

You were all still double-checking your gear and supplies down in the lobby. Months of work had gone into planning and prepping for this event… Your friends were trying to calm you down as best as they could, but your nerves weren’t on your side… You hated letting down your fans, even if it was entirely out of your control. But without a replacement, what exactly could you do? Just as you were about to throw in the towel and get dressed, a bunch of shouting from the hallway entrance caught your attention.

“Why the hell am I stuck carryin’ all your crap, huh Levi?! Ya got two working hands!”

“Because this outfit is heavy, Mam-er-Malcom! I need help, or else I'll get sweaty and gross!”

“You're already gross, so what's it matter?”

“Shut up, scumbag!!”

'Yeesh, what a loud pair...' You turned to look their way with a visible frown to show your annoyance only for your jaw hit the floor. Two men walked out of the hall and into the lobby, one being a dark-skinned male with the whitest hair you'd ever seen, and the other… Sweet kami-sama above, the other guy…!!

He. Was. Perfect!! The dark, shadowy armor, constructed fron what you could only guess was EVA foam and faux furs, combined with his violet hair made him look like the spitting image of the Third Lord! It was almost like the character himself had climbed off the page!! You had to cover your mouth to contain an audible gasp of shock while glancing at the others in your team. Only a few of your friends had noticed the man's arrival, but those who had all shot you back the same kind of look, “Go get that guy. NOW!” Who were you to refuse?

The god-tier Third Lord cosplayer was still arguing with his companion when you first made your approach, allowing you to sneak up pretty close without getting noticed. By the time you were in speaking distance, you were already marveling at the craftsmanship of his cosplay up close. The foam pieces looked flawlessly metallic and there were no patches of hot glue mishaps, frayed stitching, or painting mistakes. It was truly something else!

“Hey, what'cha gawkin’ at??”

The white-haired male caught you red-handed, leading the cosplayer in his company to turn in your direction. Though, amusingly, the moment your eyes met he seemed just as star struck as you were. You wasted no time thrusting your hand out towards him with your most “camera-winning” smile.

“Hi! Uhm, I’m Y/n L/n and I'm-"

“-the most popular cosplay model on Instagram, three-time champion of the WCS competitions, and the host of the ‘TSL Today’ fan podcast-!”

You froze from surprise as the cosplayer slapped his mouth shut with his own hand in a bid to stop rambling. His cheeks instantly tinged pink as he must have realized that he was spitting your own resume at you in excitement. It was hard not to feel a bit flattered at the sudden eruption of joy, so you smiled back more genuinely.

“That’s right! You've heard of me?”

You waited for his response with a patient, maybe even endeared, gaze. Seeing that you weren’t immediately weirded out by his hyped babbling, he uncovered his mouth to respond shyly.

“Y-yeah, of course I do…! I uh… came here to see your meet-and-greet today…”

He winced, face getting hotter, and looked like he wanted to double over from embarrassment, but honestly, you couldn’t have been happier. A creator of THIS caliber was one of YOUR fans?? Talk about a “diamond in the rough” moment!

“Really? That’s awesome!! Because I couldn’t help but notice that cosplay you're wearing… Did you make it yourself?”

How his face recalibrated from flustered to ecstatic in just a few seconds could have made your heart melt. After he confirmed that his cosplay was his own handiwork you began to gush about the design, asking rapid-fire questions about the materials he bought, what patterns he found, and his different sewing techniques. You both were so caught up in each other's passion that you hardly even registered the other guy standing next to him until he finally cleared his throat insistently.

“Yo Levi… This crap’s gettin’ heavy. Are we going or what?”

The cosplayer, who you guessed was Levi, turned to the man reluctantly, which sent a surge of panic through you as you still hadn’t asked him to stay.

“Wait!!”

Both men flinched a bit at your sudden exclamation, making your cheeks flush with color, but you pressed on regardless,

“Um, Levi right? My team and I could use your help… Our Third Lord just dropped out on us today because of baggage troubles and we really need a replacement for the shoot. Your outfit is fantastic! Do you think that you could step into the role for us? I have early access badges to the vendors room, so we can take a look together if that uh… if that…? Um. Levi...?”

The man in front of you looked like he was moments away from breaking down in tears, but somehow holding them back through sheer force of will… and his closed eyelids making a decent dam.

“H-hold on… I think I need to pinch myself because this can’t be happening. Is this actually happening?”

His voice wobbled while the man next to him, Malcolm(?), rolled his eyes behind his gold-tinted glasses.

“Hey, that doesn’t answer their questions, ya know?” He elbowed Levi while looking at you with a serious expression, “Are ya willin’ to take him AND his stuff with ya?”

“Of course! It’s important to have everything while yo-”

“Great. You can have’em.”

You were taken aback just a bit by the speed of his response, but not as much as Levi because he quickly leapt back into the conscious world in a panic!

“Wha-wh-Whaah?? You can’t just answer for me!!”

Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, letting several bags he had on slide to the ground but cushioning the fall a bit with his foot.

“Why not? It’s clear ya wanna go with them. Unless you wanna leave them hangin'…”

“N-No!! I mean, yes! No-er UGH!”

You watched Levi cover his face in frustration feeling a twinge of sympathy. Does he get tongue-tied like this often? After a few seconds to compose himself, he finally straightened up to give his true response.

“Y-yes, I want to go with you…! Being able to help one of your online idols is like a dream come true for any fan! What can I do to help?”

You could feel your smile grow twice as wide from the combination of relief and gratitude. Maybe the shoot would go alright after all…

“Give me your hand.”

Levi stuttered watching you reach your hand out towards his, using your other one to pull out a black marker that you always kept on your person for fans. His skin was soft, but strangely cold, when he rested his knuckles into your upturned palm. The icy jolt even made you jump a bit. Holy crap, was he cold-blooded or something?? When he flashed you a concerned glance, you quickly recovered uncapped the marker between your fingers. With years of built up practice, you ran the black ink over his pale skin, but instead of a signature, you left one of your burner numbers that you used for interacting with collaborators.

“Here. We still need a bit of time to get ready, but that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the con. Text me your name and I'll send you back where to meet up once we're ready to go.”

Levi was staring at the black marks on his hand like you'd just handed him a key item in a video game when one of your team shouted back from behind you.

“Y/n! Why aren’t you dressed yet?? We gotta go!”

“Shit, I’m coming!” You turned to head back, but you spared just a second to smile at Levi over your shoulder. “Thank you so much, Levi, you're going to be a huge help! Don't forget to text.”

“I won’t!”

Levi's promise made you grin lift even higher. With a wink and a wave, you made your way back to the others with a brand new pep in your step. Mission, saved!!

Meanwhile…

“… Did ya seriously just score a number in that getup?”

“I swear, I’ll never wash this hand again...!!”

“Fuck's sake, Levi, stop being so gross! At least put it in your phone before your sweaty palms wipe it off!”

“Gah, you're right!!”

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

I personally headcaon that demon have advanced smell but only towards specific things, they can’t smell if it’s like gonna rain or something like humans do so imagine the brothers about to go out to like a restaurant all together and MC takes a couple of steps outside, stops, sniffs the air for a little while and goes back inside to grab an umbrella and the bros are like “What’s that for?” And MC’s like “it’s gonna rain I can smell it.” but they don’t believe them so after they’re done eating at the restaurant they’re about to get ready to go and when they open the door it’s POURING and MC is the only with an umbrella so they just walk out and go back to the HOL leaving everyone else behind. Please I need some headcaons on this. 🤣🤣🤣

As someone who is especially good at feeling when the weather's about to turn, this speaks to me.

As always I'm so grateful for the ask and I hope you like the headcannons!

These got pretty long so let me know if you want a part 2 and I'd be happy to add too it!

'Rain?! Idiot human, no way!'

Mammon laughed at the human as though they'd spouted the dumbest notion ever. The evening was so mild and the sky had been clear all day, no way would it rain!

Besides, the air doesn't smell any different to him!

Still, MC tucks the umbrella under their arm and shrugs off his teasing.

He'll later regret being such an ass when he opens the door out of the restaurant and feels the distinctive humidity of rain.

The rogue drops splash his white shoes as soon as he steps beyond the threshold. It's not just raining, it's pourring.

The human beside him does no more than smirk calmly, opening their umbrella, and stepping out into the downpour.

'Hope you enjoy the dry cleaning bill for those overpriced clothes of yours.' MC hummed. They're not known for being petty, but Mammon has a way of pushing their buttons, besides, he cares too much about his clothes for a guy who looks good in absolutely everything.

'H-hey wait! Ya can't just leave me here!'

'I think you'll find I can, idiot demon.'

'You can...smell, rain?'

Belphegor pulled a face as the human packed the umbrella away safely in their bag.

'Yeah, you can't?'

The demon shook his head, and shrugged it off as more MC weirdness. He's already established that they're no ordinary human, maybe this is just them pulling a prank on him, seeing as they dragged him out of bed to go out for dinner.

They made it to the restaurant dry, but as they rounded a corner about to walk through the door, MC paused, and sniffed the air.

'Here it comes...' They muttered.

Belphie rolled his eyes, ready to make a joke out of it, but stopped when he felt an icy drop smack right on to the crown of his head, cold water weaving down to his sensitive scalp.

He looked up, stepped out from under the awning, and felt a second drop hit his cheek. Before he knew it, they had to take shelter as the heavens opened and down came hell's own torrential rain.

He didn't need to look to know the human was grinning smugly, readjusting their bag, carrying the only umbrella.

'You're gonna share, right?'

MC shrugged, grinning like a cheshire cat. 'Maybe.'

'Darling, the forecast was clear, I made sure! Why are you bringing an umbrella?'

Asmodeus frowned curiously at MC, who went to far as to lay a waterproof jacket over their rucksack.

'Forecasts are only a suggestion, nature doesn't care what the satellites say! Besides, the nose knows.' The human declared boldly.

Asmodeus smiled fondly at his quirky human companion. Human senses seem so dull compared to a demon, surely there's nothing they can smell that he can't.

Still, MC's explanation continued to be that they could smell rain coming, and were thus prepared for it.

Imagine his horror when he stepped out of a boutique and directly into the downpour, gasping at the shock of cold water ruining his perfect hair and makeup.

MC had to dive for their umbrella before he got completely soaked, they couldn't bring themselves to leave him in it, knowing the tantrum he was already going to throw over the half-dozen drops that have already dared to land on him.

His pout was championship worthy, arms folded and shivering all the way home, only growing grumpier when his human laughed while attempting to comfort him, loving mirth in their eyes as they promised to "tell him more seriously" next time.

Bonus undateables:

Solomon and MC stepped out of Purgatory Hall ahead of the angels, locked deep in conversation until they both suddenly stopped, forcing Luke to crash into MC's back.

'Hey! What's that about?!' The small angel objected mightily to his sore nose.

The humans shared a knowing look as MC pointedly sniffed the air.

'You smell that?' The younger human asked.

'I'll get the umbrellas.' Solomon replied, turning on his heel back into Purgatory Hall.

'Umbrellas?' Simeon and Luke echoed incredulously, the older angel continuing. 'It's not due to rain until next week.'

MC frowned at him curiously, head tilted like an incredulous feline. 'You don't smell that?'

Solomon re-joined them, MC's odd question left hanging in the air as the ashen haired sorcerer handed Simeon an umbrella.

'No, they don't. Shall we go?' Solomon offered MC his arm, flashing Simeon a wink as his fellow human slid their arm through his and started for the Demon Lord's Castle. 'We shouldn't keep Lord Diavolo waiting.'

The angels shared a look, or would have, if Luke hadn't immediately started berating Solomon for acting all suspicious over MC.

Simeon stared at the umbrella he'd been provided suspiciously, trailing the group, until halfway to the castle, the heavens suddenly opened.

'The forecast said it was clear!' Luke cried incredulously as Solomon popped open an umbrella and held it over he and MC's heads.

Simeon soon ushered Luke under his own umbrella, laughing as the human flashed them smug looks. 'How did you two know?'

'We could smell it on the air.' MC clarified. 'I didn't realise angels and demons couldn't!'

Luke huffed petulantly. 'That's...probably quite useful.'

They four of them reached the castle, where Barbatos greeted them with a pleased smile.

'I'm glad to see you all came prepared for such an unexpected downpour.'

'We wouldn't have been if these two weren't with us.' Luke replied, explaining to the lord and his butler that humans can apparently, smell incoming rain.

Diavolo was delighted with the revelation. 'Haha! How incredible! And I thought demons had a refined sense of smell.'

'Only for things that matter to them, apparently.' MC chuckled. 'Beel can smell a burger to a hundred paces, downwind.'

'And this has nothing to do with magic at all?'

'Nah, just smells a certain way, oh, and my right knee feels funny when the temperature drops.'

'Huh, fascinating. How very odd you humans are!'

'Indeed.'

[theinheriteddutchess]

Dream Of A Girl

Part 4

Chapter summary: You try to move on after breaking things off with Lee, but things are different now. He's not going to let you go without a word.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: about 3500

Warning: shenanigans, insecurities, neurodivergent reader, alpha/Omega, some technically non-con (but it's not unwanted), still no cats🥲, minors DNI.

Notes: my heart is broken! This is the end. When I wrote it, everything was amazing, and now I feel a little sad😕. It was great experiencing this with all of you, and I'm so happy with all of the comments and reactions you have given me. Words can't express. Let me know what you thought of this. I feed off of it 😂. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!💕

Masterlist * Series masterlist

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3

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Life went on. This is what you were used to. This was safe. You worked, you came home. You read a book, you ate with your parents. You slept, you woke up. It was simple. You did miss Lee. You missed his scent and his lips and how he called you good, like there wasn't something wrong with you. But you needed to be apart. You would hate to find out he started being disappointed in you. Ashamed to be seen with you. He needed to find someone better. Someone acceptable. 

You walked home again. You still greeted every animal you saw on the way. It was comforting. Maybe one day you could get a pet. A companion. Animals didn't judge the way people did. You would ask your parents again soon. 

After a few days you started having this feeling creep up on you. Something was different. You felt on edge, looking over your shoulder, paying attention to your surroundings. It took a while to spot him. His car. He was watching you. You ducked your head and continued your way. 

You started noticing it more and more. Every day, his car was parked near your work. Everyday, he followed you. 

You became nervous. What was he doing? What was he thinking? He never approached you. Was he still angry?

One day you were supposed to pick up some new fabric for your mother. A beautiful red and yellow colored pattern she was going to use for a new dress for herself, maybe a new headband for you too, or a bolero, if there was enough fabric left. 

Once you stepped out of the store he was right there. Towering over you. His eyes set on you and you couldn't look away. His nostrils flared as he leaned in, smelling you. You trembled, forcing the package against your chest like it was armor you could hide behind. His eyes seemed darker, was he angry?

“I was thinking,” he started. “You did a lot of talking last time, and I didn't have any time to gather my thoughts. Now I have, it makes no sense. You wouldn't let me touch you the way I did, if you didn't like me. You practically melted as soon as I scented you. You couldn't fake that. A girl like you don't lie. So something else is going on. And you're going to tell me.”

You shook your head. “There's nothing…I need to go, Lee.. Sheriff.. My mother's waiting for me.”

“She can wait!” He growled and your knees buckled. His hands shot out to steady you, and didn't leave your arms. 

“You and I need to talk.”

You watched the pavement but his finger lifted your chin so you'd look at him. “You and I were good, right?” He softened his tone. “You felt so right in my arms, and smelled so good. You reacted so well to me, honey.”

You shivered. Being so close to him, smelling him again, hearing sweet words being spoken to you, it had an effect. And you weren't sure you were hiding it very well. 

His face was getting closer, and then he breathed deeply, a satisfied hum followed. “See how good you smell to me? Do you know what you do to me?”

You bit your lip, shook your head, looked away, looked around. Could anyone see you? Could anyone stop him? You needed to leave. You took one step and his hands tightened on you again, he even pulled you closer.

“And what I was thinking about was how you let me in your panties, sweetheart, let me feel you real good. Remember that? You were trembling like a little leaf in the wind. So pretty to me. And the way you scented me. You can't fake that. Just how you can't fake how you're looking at me right now. Eyes so big, mouth trembling, and you know what I noticed these last days, sweetheart?”

He waited ‘till you shook your head again, then lowered his face until it was basically pressed against your ear. “You've never looked sadder than once you broke up with me.”

Then you felt his mouth kiss the gland in your neck and you collapsed against him. His arms tightened around you. And you didn't care if anyone could see you, because it didn't feel like you could move. His scent was around you, as well as his arms, and his mouth on your gland was making you feel…almost…

He pulled back, and sucked his lips, like he wanted to taste every part that lingered on them.

“See, I had you almost coming, right here and now.”

You couldn't say anything, you pressed your face in his chest, sucking deep breaths of his scent in your lungs. He never smelled better. It was like you couldn't get enough. Were these few days apart enough to make you desperate for it? You felt so different. 

“Oh shit, honey.” He pulled you back and you looked at him dazedly. He checked you up and down, frowned and then realization hit. “Are you-”

“Sheriff? Is anything wrong?”

Mrs. Glover walked out of her shop, with a worried glance at you.

“No I- everything's fine,” he started, a little too fast, but the woman already came towards you. 

“Oh dear, is she..?” She glanced at him and seemed to confirm what she was thinking.  She pulled her arm around you and effectively cut off his embrace. Pushing you towards her shop, she told Lee over her shoulder, “Thank you sheriff, I will make sure her parents pick her up and bring her safely home. To be honest, I didn't know she could…, well, nevermind.” Embarrassed, she continued walking you away from him,  to the safety of her shop, where she sat you in the back and gave you a glass of cold water. 

“Your mother will soon be here, dear, don't worry. You just sit here and try to.. Calm down, yes? I need to help some customers, but you'll be safe here.”

With another look she walked away. Leaving you alone to look at the wall dazedly. 

-

This was the worst heat you had ever had. It was torture.

Once your parents picked you up,  you stayed in your room and tried to get through it, but it felt awful. You had never liked them, found them a waste. No one was going to claim you anyway, so why did they keep showing up? You were early though. Maybe the stress had caused it to speed up. You didn't know. But you wished you could make it stop. Laying in your bed, whining and sweating, and thinking of blue eyes and pouty lips.

It was the second day after it had abruptly started after Lee had smelled you and kissed your spot, when suddenly your mother knocked on your door. 

“Dear? We just got a call that we needed to be somewhere, we won't be long, but it was urgent they said. Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing, we just need to give a bit of information. We'll be back soon, alright? Do you need anything before we go?”

You shook your head, you wanted them to stay, but what could they do? It was simply something you needed to go through until it passed. She kissed your forehead softly. 

“We’ll pick up something sweet from the bakery, you deserve a treat.” She smiled fondly at you.

“Can I have a cat?” You whimpered pathetically. 

She smiled at that. “We’ll see. You've been through a lot, but that's a big decision…we'll think it over later, okay?”

You nodded. You tried. Suddenly you wished she'd just say yes, cats would be such a comfort. But you knew she wouldn't be easily swayed, not even at a time like this, when you were suffering. 

The house was quiet when they were gone, and you tried to sleep, but more than napping didn't happen. Tossing and pushing your hair away from your face and neck, irritated with the sensation, you were sighing and slightly sobbing with self-pity, until there was a knock on the door. 

You ignored it, but it started again, firmer. Then again, louder. You dragged yourself out of bed, put on a robe to cover yourself, since you weren't decent enough to greet anyone. Then you made your way downstairs to the front door. 

When you opened it, you were hit with an overwhelming scent and you clung to the door, nearly collapsing as you closed your eyes and scented deeply. The best scent. A hand touched your face softly. 

“You got it real bad, don't ya?”

Your favorite voice. You opened your eyes until they were slits and saw the outline of him in front of you. Tall, slightly wide, a flash of a smile.

He opened the door further, his hands on your waist pushing you inside as he stepped inside. God he smelled amazing!

“That's it sweetheart, smell me, feels good, doesn't it? Your Alpha is right here.”

You whined. Because it did, but it wasn't enough. You pressed against him.

“I'm going to take care of you, don't worry. I'm going to give you everything you need.”

You shivered, his scent was all around you, his hands were softly stroking your waist, moving up, one of them brushing your chest, something hard was pressing against you, near your belly. It all felt too much and not enough.

“You've been waiting for me, haven't you?” He asked. “Been wanting to give yourself to me.”

“Lee!”

“I'm here. I'm here, sweetheart. You were just a little lost, weren't you? I bet you didn't mean to hurt me.”

You laid your head against his soft chest. “ No, I, …no.”

“That's right. You were just a little confused. Maybe a bit scared. Because you don't know nothing about loving on someone, so you tried to run. But I wasn't going to let you run very far, was I? No, because I love you. And you take care of the ones you love.”

You squashed yourself into him, your mouth pressed against his shirt, like you wanted to press your love on him.

His hands lifted your face, very tenderly, and then he was kissing you. And it took a second until he let out a groan and deepened it. It was everything. At this very moment, it was water and air and everything your body needed to survive. 

“Why did you leave me?”

He used his Voice, and without thinking you answered. “They said you would be ashamed of me.”

“Who?”

You answered again easily, your mouth searching his, which he allowed for a short moment. 

“You love me?”

 You nodded desperately. “Yes.”

He seemed to relax, a small sigh leaving his body like he cast off a burden. “It will be alright, sweetheart. I know now. And I won't let them come between us again, you understand that right?”

He could have told you he planted the Eiffel Tower in your backyard and you would've understood. Right now, all that mattered was him. You nodded anyway.

“I'm going to make you feel real good, honey, so good you'll never think about leaving ever again. Not going to let you go, this is it for me. I'm going to make sure you can never part from me again. You want that, don't you?”

You nodded firmly. Yes, anything he wanted. 

His hands opened the belt of your robe, fingers pulling away the sides to expose you. 

“Oh honey, look at you.”

He seemed in awe. You weren't naked underneath, a white nightgown covering you properly, but still, no man had ever seen you in this state of undress. 

“You're so sweet. So beautiful. This is all for me, isn't it?” He mumbled, seemingly to you, mostly to himself. His fingers stroked over your breasts through the fabric, your body lurching forward, but he caught you easily. His eyes firmly set on your chest and he softly touched you.

“Fuck!” He swore, like he wasn't even aware of it. 

“I can't wait.” He bit his lip, he took the robe off of you completely, took another look at you in your nightgown before he grabbed the fabric and slowly lifted it. His eyes were dark as they followed every inch of exposed skin, until it reached your chest and with one rip he took it off of you. 

You were completely exposed and, unsure, you tried to cover yourself. A sense that you should. That this wasn't how you were supposed to do this. He grabbed your hands though, held them in his as he assured you. 

“No, don't hide yourself from me, I want to see everything. It's okay. You're so pretty. You make me so happy you're letting me see you, honey. You have no idea what you're doing to me.”

He pulled your hands to his.. To his.. You didn't even finish the thought, but you felt his hardness in your palm as he pressed it against it. It felt a little weird, but it seemed like your body went into overdrive. 

“See, sweetheart, that's for you. That was made for you.” He mumbled, eyeing your expression. The way he looked made you feel crazy. He looked like he had taken too much candy and was now crashing from the sugar rush, his eyes heavy lidded, his mouth red from biting his lips, pouty and full. His other hand that touched your chest so expertly.

You moaned and his hips bucked into you hard.

“Okay, okay, enough,” he pulled your hands away from him, and you felt strangely empty. “I need to..” he looked around, to the open door. He marched over and slammed it closed, locking it, before turning to you. 

“Don't worry, it'll take a while before your parents come home. I let deputy Simmons call them away for something, they'll be busy for a bit.” He smiled, but it looked weird, the way he seemed so strung out and tense, as he stared down at you and wrapped his arms around you again to pull you against him.

You blinked at him, not knowing what to do. You'd never experienced anything like this, and reading your books never really explained what was going to happen either. Just that two bodies would come together. And that was supposed to feel good. 

Well, Lee already made you feel good. 

But then he kissed you again and you stopped thinking completely. Everything was warm and achy, and his hands seemed to know what to do to make you feel good. 

“Yeah, you feel good, sweetheart? I can tell. I'll get that if I do this, you'll -” he bit your gland just hard enough to feel, and you saw white. Shuddering, you felt him lower you to the ground, his hips, pressing into you, moving against you like he couldn't help himself. 

He was making noise too. Grunting and growling, his hands firm on you and moving you the way he wanted. His fingers stroking you in your private parts and lifting you higher again….

And you could only feel.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, as you melted with every word he spoke to you. “Look at you, so good to me.”

You whined. 

“Yeah, you want me to make you feel good, don't you? You want to make me feel good too?”

You nodded and grabbed his arms to pull him even nearer. 

“Good, real good, baby, so good to me. I'm going to make you feel so good, you're going to be round of me after. Waiting to show everyone you're mine.” He pressed himself further against you, hips moving, as he groaned. “Going to give you some little ones, maybe 4 or 5…going to show everyone what a good girl you are, a good mate. Best wife in town. They're going to be so jealous of you. But they can't have me, I'll be all yours. You want that?”

Yes, yes! Right now you did.

“I'm done waiting,” he hissed. Removing his fingers from inside you, he flipped you over and pressed himself against you. You heard him rustling and moving, and then, then he felt so soft and warm against you. Naked, you realized. Your hips pushed backwards until you touched. Oh. Your body wanted this. So much. You couldn't think properly. 

“God, yeah, it's alright, it's good, you're going to be good, yeah? Just feel me. Feel me sweetheart...”

 Oh. 

The pressure as he pushed inside you was a lot. And it became even more. You wanted to instinctively move away, away from this weird pressure you didn't know, but he grabbed your hips firmly and pulled you back, at the same time he pushed forward, and he slipped inside you in one go. 

You whined, getting slightly uncomfortable, but also weirdly right. And he felt so big, while your body tried to adjust, but also wanted to move. How was it both too much and not enough?

And then he pulled back a little, and slid back in again. You were trembling and making noises you couldn't even name. 

He was covering you and moving smoothly now, sounds of your skin only adding to your pleasure. It felt right. He felt good. It was so good! 

He moved and you could only take it. And then his fingers found your secret spot again and moved against you and you soon shuddered again.

“Yeah good, good Omega, feeling good, sweetheart? It's not over, you can go again. I'm going to make sure you're going to think of nothing but me. Nothing but this!” As he thrusted a little harder, you keened.

He made you come again.

“Lee!”

“Yeah, yeah I'm here.”

“You feel good, you feel good! I love you.”

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm gonna…!” he pushed forward so hard you nearly toppled over.

You felt it expand.

“Oh..oh!” You exclaimed, the sensation too overwhelming to feel anything else. 

His front was pressed so tightly to your back, and he just kept talking to you. 

“That's it, take it. I know you were a good Omega, look at you, taking me so well. This is what you were made for, weren't you? All for me. I waited so long for you. I deserve this. Every. Last. Bit.” He spoke as he thrusted to the rhythm of his words. 

You keened and panted. Sweat beads gliding down your body. You were so warm. Inside and out. It was like he consumed you. And he was. He was taking every little thing about you. You knew it was coming. He was making noises between a growl and a purr and his face was moving up your spine towards your neck. 

Nuzzling and smelling you, with an appreciative hum, his tongue flicked out to taste your gland. Your arms failed to keep you up and you collapsed.

He chuckled and held you up enough so he could access you. “It's okay baby, I know it's overwhelming. And you've been so alone for so long, never thought you were going to find your Alpha did you? But I'm going to show you what you missed, and you will never have to worry about anything ever again. Just let me take care of you.”

In the back of your mind you thought you hadn’t been feeling alone. You didn't need an Alpha, you hadn't been looking. Not for a while now, ever since you let go of the idea of anyone wanting someone different like you. But you couldn't word it, the only sounds you made were gasps and little whines, and you couldn't help your body craving something. You felt his mouth close around your gland and your orgasm hit you so hard you saw white. 

You barely felt him bite down. And he locked in completely as his teeth held you down, his knot stretched you to the max, warmth shooting through you and he was growling. He was pleased though. You felt it. 

You felt him. 

He had bonded you, claimed you. You were forever tied to him. 

He kept coming, you felt it inside. What a weird sensation. 

His pleasure was yours and you came again as well. Couldn't help it. Too exhausted to protest. All that mattered at this time was that he was pleased with you. That he wanted you this way. Nothing else mattered. Not your dreams, not your wants. Just please your Alpha, just be good. 

You laid there on the ground, panting. You didn't know for how long. Eventually he pulled out, turned you over. You didn't react. You were too overwhelmed to. He lifted you up carefully, carrying you. 

“It's okay, sweetheart, you did well. You can rest. I'll keep you safe. Sleep.” He murmured. The last thing you saw was his wide smirk as he looked down upon you. 

You wondered what your parents would say once they found out. The sheriff. Of all people.

[bloody-cupcakes]

i loved your platonic tenth doctor fic sm 💞 would you ever consider doing a pt.2? maybe with the reader sort of figuring out what’s up and trying to get back on their own

I would love to do a part two, I'm so happy to hear you liked it! (Part one is here for anyone who wants to read it first)

Platonic! yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x teen reader; you discover he's purposely keeping you from leaving

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the Doctor has possessive tendencies due to seeing the reader as his child, not technically kidnapping but the Doctor goes to great lengths to make sure the reader won't/can't leave so there's that

After your conversation with the Doctor about returning home to earth, you went to your room on the TARDIS and began packing. Part of you felt bad for possibly hurting his feelings (after all, you were currently his only companion, and while you didn't get the whole story you knew he had others before you that met less than ideal fates) but you couldn't just stay with him forever. You knew you had to go back home eventually.

The next day when you found him, he was fiddling with the control panel and humming cheerfully to himself. It was as if you'd never even spoken about leaving the day before.

"Um, Doctor?"

He looked up immediately when he heard your voice, a bright smile covering his face. "Ah, there you are! I was just waiting for you before I put the coordinates in for our next adventure. Are you ready to go?"

You made a visible face of confusion at his words. Next adventure? What was that supposed to mean?

"No, Doctor, I'm not. I already told you, I have to go home now."

His right eye twitched slightly with irritation as you mentioned that word again- "home". It wasn't fair that you kept talking about it as if your time with him didn't matter. I mean, he didn't even have a home to go back to, and he was perfectly fine. He learned how to become a well adjusted Time Lord after some time he assured himself while lying.

"Yeah, yeah. I know that." He waved his hand dismissively as if it was no big deal. "I just figured you'd want to go on one last trip before you had to leave. You know, just to cap off everything."

The exhaustion still in your body was screaming at you to say no, but he looked so hopeful as he stared at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes that you ended up saying yes despite yourself.

"You know what? Sure, why not. One last trip, to commemorate our time together."

The Doctor beamed with joy at your words, estatic that he was able to make you relent so quickly. "Great! Now, let's be off, then. Allonsy!"

It would just be one quick trip, you thought to yourself as the TARDIS started up, prepared to take you wherever you decided to go. It wouldn't take too long, and them he'd take you back home as soon as you were done.

So sure that you were right, you didn't even bother to keep track of the amount of time the two of you spent adventuring that day, which meant the Doctor was able to keep suggesting more and more things for you to do on your "last day" without any fuss. By the time you finally made it back to the TARDIS, you were exhausted, heading straight to bed without any more mentions of returning home for the time being.

The Time Lord was beside himself with delight as he realized his plan on keeping you too busy and tired to even think about leaving was beginning to work. He kept at it day after day, insisting that you just needed one more adventure to top it all off, just one extra trip. And because you didn't want to upset him by declining, you said yes to every single one.

This all came to a head the day he momentarily put his plan on pause due to the TARDIS needing repairs. It had been beeping nonstop at him for the past four days, and he'd finally had enough. He parked the TARDIS and told you to stay put, not that you had the energy to go anywhere.

While he was out for supplies, you finally got the chance to relax somewhat. Deciding to spoil yourself with this newfound free time, you took a long bath and put on your comfiest clothes before settling yourself in one of the several armchairs adorning the TARDIS library. You were just about to pick up something to read when the TARDIS started beeping again.

"I know you need repairs, he'll be back soon, don't worry," you tried to reassure it, but it simply ignored you and continued on.

Letting out a somewhat exasperated sigh, you set down your book and got up, making your way to the control room. "What seems to be the problem here?"

The TARDIS made a chirping sound as it brought up the coordinates that would take you back to the time and place of your home on earth.

You frowned in confusion, your brow furrowing as you studied the screen. The Doctor had been complaining about how it had been malfunctioning lately, so it's possible that what the screen was currently displaying could mean nothing.

In reality it had actually been scolding him for keeping you from your family on earth, but of course he ignored it, meaning it decided to take drastic measures in order to help get you back home.

"Yeah, that's my home. What about it?"

Something that sounded like a huff of annoyance came from the control panel. What its next few beeps meant you couldn't know for sure, but you were almost positive it had called you stupid.

"Hey, I'm doing my best here! I'm not a Time Lord, how would I know what you want?"

You could practically feel the way it was rolling its eyes at you before pulling up all the other places you'd been to recently. The log dated that they'd all been auto-saved on the same day, the day you told the Doctor you wanted to go back home.

A chill went down your spine as you realized he'd planned this out all ahead of time, knowing you'd be far too exhausted to argue if he kept taking you on one trip after another.

"Wait, why are you showing me this? What does this all mean?"

The TARDIS let out a few more beeps as it showed you the coordinates for earth again. It seemed to be trying to tell you something, but it was hard to know what it was exactly.

"Are you... are you trying to say that I should make my way back home, all by myself? Without the Doctor?"

The affirmative chattering of beeps and boops that came next told you the answer was yes. Now that you thought about it, the TARDIS seemed to be working perfectly fine, bringing you to the conclusion it had lied to the Doctor on purpose in order to help you.

"That's great and all, but I don't know how to manage these controls. I'd probably cause us to crash before we ever got there." You rolled your eyes at the noises it made in response. "Yes, I realize the Doctor crashes you all the time, and no, I don't want to take that risk. At least he knows how to fix you afterwards."

Your argument was cut short by a series of anxious beeps, the TARDIS frantically trying to warn you of the Doctor returning. You could hear him cursing from the outside as he tried to get in through the doors, the TARDIS having apparently locked him out.

"I can't fly you. I don't even know how to work all these buttons and knobs on your control panel." The sad and dejected boop it let out made you give it a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to get home some other way."

The doors finally opened, the Doctor nearly falling over as he entered. "Ah, there you are! I was just about to look for you. We should be ready to leave for our next trip once I've fixed whatever's wrong with the controls."

The TARDIS made an offended noise at the implication that there was something wrong with it, which both you and the Doctor ignored.

"Actually, I was wondering when you were going to take me back home."

The grin on his face immediately dropped at you words. "Home? You want to go home now?"

You hesitated briefly, not exactly sure what to think after the recent discoveries you'd made involving him trying to keep you from leaving. Surely he wouldn't do anything to actually hurt you, but you decided to tread carefully regardless.

"Well, yeah. I miss my family, and I'm sure they must be missing me. And I can always come back to travel with you again, you know." You added the last bit in hopes of easing the apparent pain of him losing you.

"But I'm your family now," he insisted in an almost pleading manner, gesturing to the inside of the machine. "This is your home. I don't understand why you'd ever want to leave any of this."

The Doctor shot the control panel a dirty look when it made a noise that sounded like sarcastic muttering. "Besides, I can offer so much more than they can. Can they take you anywhere in time and space? I don't think so."

"I'm not your family, Doctor," you blurted out in a desperate attempt to get him to see reason. "I'm not. I'm not your kid, and this isn't my home. I need to get back to my real home with my real family."

He turned away from you, resting his hands on the control panel so he wouldn't fall over from shock. His hands gripped onto the side of it so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Doctor...?" You questioned gently, starting to feel bad for what you'd said. "Are you alright?"

Shaking his head, he responded in a quiet voice. "No, I'm not." He sighed as he leaned over the controls. "You're right, I'm not your family."

You felt a tiny bit of hope bloom within you despite yourself, hope that maybe, just maybe he was starting to see reason.

"So, does this mean-" You began eagerly before he suddenly cut you off.

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you leave, just like that." He turned back towards you, his face hardened as he gave you a look of determination. "Maybe I'm not your family yet, but I will be. And this will be your home, whether you like it or not."

A shiver of fear went down your spine at his firm declaration, causing you to realize you'd made a severe judgment in error when you decided to tell him you weren't family. It was at this point that you were beginning to wish you'd listened to the TARDIS when it told you to run while you still had the chance.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 40

4150 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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"I hope my new sheets are still intact," Jin comments.

The older man peers at Taehyung over his steaming coffee mug as the panda enters the guest house. His long curs still dripped from the shower

"I'll pay for the replacements," Taehyung smirks.

He joins Jin at the kitchen table and rests his head in his hands, staring at the doctor. He admires the way his slightly crooked fingers curl around the porcelain. He finds himself mesmerized by the pucker of his lips as the mug nears his almost-perfect face. He watches closely as the older man swallows, licking his lips almost subconsciously.

"I know you are technically still a predator, but must you watch me so intensely," Jin quips barely pulling the cup from his lips. 

"It's not my fault. You're the one who goes around looking like you should be my next meal." Tae shrugs.

"Don't you have a fiance you could prey on instead,"

"I do... and I did. She was delicious but now she is busy and you're right here Hyung."

The older man sighs and finishes his coffee in three smooth swigs. He doesn't deign to respond to Taehyung again, busying himself with washing and drying the mug. Only when he is finished completely, does he look at the panda once more. 

"Maybe we should get to know one another better before you begin to proposition me Taehyung-ah, I'm not going to bend to your will quite as easily as some others in this house." 

Taehyung lifts an eyebrow, the challenge intriguing him. 

"I'm positive you will come around to my way. We just don't spend enough time together, one date with me and I bet I'll have you lined up like everyone else."

"I'll take that bet," Jin extends his hand for Taehyung to take. "Obviously if you win you get me, but what do I get..."

"Anything you want, money is no object..." Taehyung clasps Jin's hand in his.

He uses the leverage to pull Jin towards him leaving them a hairwidths apart.

"I don't need money, but if you really have everyone wrapped around your finger then you'll convince them to let me choose the sleeping arrangements for a week."

"You're on." 

Instead of shaking Jin's hand, Taehyung leans forward and kisses the older man's nose, causing Jin to flush pink.

"This is going to be so easy," Taehyung grins, "Tomorrow night, can't wait."

He releases Jin's hand and walks into the garden, for no reason other than to have a grand exit. Jin remains in the kitchen, more than a little dumbstruck as to how he ended up in this situation. 

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You can't help but feel frustrated with yourself. Even after talking it through, after being reassured, you won't be hidden away again, after being comforted. The goddamn twisted feeling remains in your stomach, stubborn and constant. The only difference between now and this morning is you are determined not to let it beat you. 

You wring the water from your hair a little more harshly than necessary and then find your way back to Namjoon's office. This time he actually seems to be working rather than just caressing his new furniture. You try your best not to ruin his flow, kissing his cheek to alert him of your presence before picking a book from his shelf and curling up in the armchair again. Somewhere you are sure is going to become one of your favourite places in the new build. 

Namjoon reaches over and brushes his hand through your damp tresses and then returns both hands to his keyboard. The two of you sit in companionable silence until the room gets dark around you. 

"Jimin and Hoseok should be home soon," Namjon comments. "Wes should head back into the guest house and see if Yoongi wants any help with dinner."

"You and I both know the best way for you to help with cooking is to stay here."

He grumbles under his breath as he shuts down his computer before swivelling his chair to glare at you. You don't even get a chance to put the book down before he is on top of you. His fingers dig into your sides as he tickles you mercilessly, trapped between the back of the chair and his knee. You wriggle futilely as his onslaught continues, your only defense your screams.

"Take it back," He says.

"I won't take back the truth," You attempt to retort, although it comes out in a series of wheezes and coughs.

"Take it back!" He says again.

Still, you refuse. Instead, you attempt to get your arms between you, intending a counter-attack but he only succeeds in pinning you better. Fortunately for you, a tornado blows into the room, taking Namjoon with it in a blur of limbs and dark hair. 

Jungkook has an unprepared Namjoon pinned to the floor within seconds. He retaliates for you, wrestling with Namjoon while you recover from the tickle assault. When you finally have your breath back you pull the rabbit back to give Namjoon a reprieve.  In turn, he twists to attack you, squeezing you tight in his arms. 

"Y/N! Are you okay? I've been so worried you weren't here when we woke up," 

You can feel his pout as he buries his nose against your neck. You stroke his hair, ruffling it around his ears. 

"I'm sorry bunny, I'm okay,"

Namjoon scoops the pair of you into his arms and leans back against his desk, a head on each shoulder. Jungkook traces patterns on your bicep with his forefinger and you both allow yourself to settle into your leader's embrace. 

"Did you come looking for us for a reason Kook?" Namjoon asks.

"I heard Y/N screaming all the way from the guest house... I had to check she was okay" He responds.

Namjoon looks sheepish and apologises for scaring him, earning himself an even clingier Jungkook.

"Oh and Yoongi said dinner is nearly ready and I think I heard Jimin pulling into the driveway on my way up here."

"Then we should probably go down to join them," You say.

None of you make any effort to move though. 

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Hoseok walks in on the image of perfect domestic bliss. Yoongi and Jin seem to have fallen into the kind of rhythm you usually find in a professional kitchen. Jimin and Taehyung cuddled up on the sofa waiting to be called through. He can't help thinking to himself he could get used to this. 

He slips in behind Yoongi, caging the man against the kitchen counters. The jackal turns in his arms and kisses him deeply. 

"Hi," Yoongi breathes as they pull away.

"Hello," Hobi returns with a smile.

"Yes, yes. Hello Hello," Jin grumbles. "We were kind of in a rhythm here,"

"My apologies Jinny, are you feeling left out?" Hoseok flutters his eyelashes.

Without warning Hobi switches around and crowds Jin instead, he lifts slightly on to his tiptoes until his nose is level with Jin's. Before the doctor can even think to stop him, Hoseok closes the gap and nibbles at his bottom lip, Jin does the rest of the work, slipping his tongue between Hoseok's teeth. He takes charge of the kiss, flipping them until Hobi is the one pushed up against the counter. Jin's hands hold Hoseok's hips in place, leading him in grinding against one another. 

"Alright, give it a break, the chicken is starting to burn" Yoongi says pulling on Jin's shoulder. 

The two separate out of breath, Hobi looking much worse for wear than Jin.

"Now that's the kinda show I'd buy tickets for," Taehyung quips, peering into the kitchen. 

Jimin's head rests on his shoulder, hugging Taehyung from behind,

"Will there be a repeat showing?" the red head enquires. 

"Perhaps after dinner, if I Yoongi and I can actually get back to cooking now " Jin shrugs, returning to the stove.

Hobi's ears turn red and if he had a tail it would've definitely been wagging at the thought. He joins Taehyung and Jimin on the other side of the breakfast bar and watches on as the eldest two continue. Soon Namjoon, Jungkook and Y/N walk through the door, and dinner is ready to be eaten. 

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A worrying amount of dinner conversation seems to be filled with details of your upcoming nuptials. No detail is left undiscussed, the dress, the flowers, the venue; they even voted on who will fall into each wedding party (bridesmen: Jin, Jungkook, Hoseok/groomsmen: Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon).  You try to join in enthusiastically but the entire situation leaves you feeling exhausted and more than ready to go straight to sleep after this despite your earlier nap.

Thankfully as long as you make a suggestion every time the topic changes you seem to be involved enough that no one notices your lack of enthusiasm for details. Going forward you vowed to yourself to be better involved. The prospect of planning your own wedding this time was intriguing, seeing as last time it was all planned around you, it just seemed far too quick. You had hoped just a little that it might be a long engagement but it would seem that that may not be the case. 

A thought then occurs to you that might be able to get you out of this conversation just a little longer, at least long enough to get your head around the idea. 

"Taehyung, have you told your parents yet?"

Everyone's gaze falls on Taehyung.

"No... It's barely been a couple hours yet, let me enjoy the feeling of being engaged to someone I love before I involve the people who are trying to force me to do otherwise." He shrugs. 

From there the conversation shifts, less excitement surrounding the wedding when the forced nature of it is brought up. You settle in and enjoy your dinner far more as Jimin regales you with tales from his day, telling you how all the other residents are getting on. Then Hoseok shares about some of the overly enthusiastic singers that made their way through the karaoke hall doors, the afternoon shift always brought in the most intriguing characters. 

Dinner ends pleasantly and you and Jungkook clean up while everyone else heads into the main room to watch tv. The bunny races you to clean the fastest, but you are a little less enthusiastic, allowing him to clean most of the room as you watch his arms ripple and tense.

"It's no fun racing if you don't play too..." He pouts when he catches you staring. 

"Sorry... I was distracted."

"Clearly," He smirks.

He puts down the teatowel he was holding and takes your hands in his. He signals for you to be quiet and the two of you tiptoe out of the kitchen and behind the sofa and into the bedroom. 

"Maybe I can help you focus,"

He walks you backwards until your knees hit the bed 

"Focusing on you wasn't something I really had an issue with..."

"Then let's focus on you."

Something tells you that you'll never be prepared for when confident Jungkook makes an appearance and something tells you that you haven't seen the full extent of it. One hand wraps around the back of your neck and finds a home in the hair at the nape of your neck. He tilts your face up towards him and uses his free hand to support your chin, leaving you little room to escape. His thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling it way from the top lip. 

"Tell me what you want," He says.

"Whatever you want," you murmur.

Your tongue flicks out to catch his thumb but he pulls his hand away before you can capture it. 

"I said we are focusing on you, why are you so bad at this?"

His hand slaps down on your hip making you jump.

"Is that okay?" he whispers. 

You nod with the little slack that he gives you and his hand taps on your hip twice more.

"Then try again, what do you want?" 

"I want you," 

"That's a little better,"

He rewards you with a kiss.

"Now be more specific," He nibbles briefly on your lip 

"I want you to make love to me," 

You wrap your arms around his waist and hold him against you.

"Now that I will absolutely do for you." 

He taps your thigh so you jump into his arms and turns, before falling back onto the bed. He grinds his hips against yours. You can feel him easily through his sweats, straining to be released. You reach to free him from his stifling waistband but he catches you before you get the chance.

"Don't worry about me just yet,"

"But what if that's what I want?"

"I've decided I don't want your opinion anymore. I think I'm going to have to teach you how to focus on yourself before I let you make your own decisions, you aren't experienced enough," 

"And you are? Mr. boys only..." You raise an eyebrow and lower your hips against him. 

"I've been talking to Hobi..." His ears go a little red around the tips. "I think I've got a much better idea now, better than you anyway." 

"Guess you should show me then, you must know better than me."

His hands trail up your thighs, nails dragging along your skin. 

"Lie on the bed for me." 

You climb out of his lap and lay back on the bed. He leans in and licks a long strip against the scent gland on your neck sending shivers throughout your whole body. He bands your legs up to lock himself between them, using them to support his waist as he leaves purpling bruises along your decolletage. He seems to lose himself in his art, creating blooming patterns along your previously unmarred skin. 

"Is this a private party?" A deep voice sounds from the doorway.

Jungkook doesn't even glance up, but you can feel the way his tension changes, a soft whine vibrating against your skin. You meet Namjoon's gaze, a fond smile on his lips and fire in his eyes. When no response comes from Jungkook he makes his way into the room fully, perching on the edge of the bed. Jungkook moves down towards your cleavage but he is a lot gentler now, soothing with his tongue as he goes. 

Namjoon reaches up and places a hand in Jungkook's hair, from your angle, you can't tell what he does, or even if he does anything, but Jungkook suddenly seems to become more drooling mess than man.

"Let me ask again, is this a private affair? Or can I join you?"

Jungkook finally pulls up, looking at you with large puppy eyes.

"I want what you want Kookie," you say.

You reach out to caress his cheek but he turns and bites at you playfully, his previous confidence suddenly making a reappearance so fast it gives you whiplash. 

"Not my choice when it's you being taken care of, Love," He answers. "I think two heads are better than one... but it's up to you."

You look between him and Namjoon and make your decision; an easy decision to make.

"Stay Joonie." You reach out to him.

He takes your hand and kisses it.

"Always," He smiles. "Now Kookie let's see where you were going with this, I want a show."

Jungkook nods eagerly. Then, instead of returning to your cleavage, he helps you wriggle out of your clothes until you are laid bare before both of them. There is something chilling about being naked when your lovers are looking on fully dressed, it seems a satisfying tingle up your spine and you fight to keep yourself from curling in to hide. 

Jungkook folds your legs back to their earlier position, this time keeping them in place with his shoulders as he settles his face firmly in between. His warm breath hits your damp core, his lips less than a whisper away from where you are suddenly aching to have him. Namjoon doesn't move, he just squeezes your hand, watching Jungkook intently.

Junkook's tongue is much more confident in his approach this time, focusing more on your clit than your pussy as a whole. He flicks and sucks in a feverish rhythm that has your legs begging to straighten. One of his hands finds it's way between your legs, two fingers push harshly into your tight heat. You hold tighter on to Namjoon as your pussy clenches against the sudden intrusion. 

"Relax Y/N-ie" Namjoon shushes you.

He releases your hand and crawls to the top of the bed. He pulls you slightly until your head is lying in his lap, his fingers making a home in your hair, massaging you gently as Jungkook continues his assault between your legs. The sweet caress of Namjoon's hand is completely juxtaposed with the relentless pumping on Jungkook's fingers as he teases mercilessly at your g-spot. Whatever Hoseok had told him had been very efficient, you could feel the high rising in your stomach much faster as your back arched away from the mattress. 

Jungkook's chin is dripping with you as he pulls away, allowing you a moment to recover. He kneels up eyes filled with pride when he notices the way your eyes aren't quite ready to focus.

"That looks delicious, can I taste it bunny?" Namjoon asks. 

You brace yourself for them to shift places and the overstimulation to begin, but it never comes. Instead, the weight shifts as Jungkook leans over you, kissing Namjoon while still covered in your orgasm. You force your eyes to readjust and enjoy. Namjoon carefully shifts your head back to the pillow and then draws Jungkook closer to him, grinding against the younger man as he enjoys your taste. 

"Would you like me to leave you two alone?" You joke, propping yourself up on one hand.

"We'll get to you," Namjoon growls.

He dismisses you and pushes Jungkook down on to the bed so his head lands at your feet. Namjoon's kiss gets deeper and more feverish as the bunny melts beneath him, whining loudly. He licks into and around Jungkook's mouth, gathering every ounce of you from Jungkook's mouth until he is satiated.

"Fuck," He pants as he pulls away looking sheepish. 

He extends a hand for Jungkook to take but he doesn't accept, too busy catching his breath.

"Sorry... that was..." Namjoon tries to form a sentence.

"That was hot as fuck," Jungkook supplies.

"I lost control..."

"You should lose control more," You say, fanning yourself dramatically.

"Imagine drinking that taste from the source..." Jungkook suggests, " See how much control you have then,"

He sits up and runs a finger through your slit, gathering as much slick as he can before holding it out for Joonie to take the digit. However, before Namjoon can wrap his lips around it, Jungkook pulls back and pops it into his own mouth, making Namjoon growl again. He looks almost murderous as he glares at Jungkook. 

"Choose now, do you want to fuck her or fuck me? because if you choose her I'm going to be very rough with you," Namjoon demands.

Jungkook squeals in response, a sound you might've thought meant fear if you weren't almost choking on the smell of his arousal. 

"Quickly, bunny, or you're not getting your dick wet at all and you'll just have to sit and watch."

"Y/N said she wanted to make love not fuck..." He manages to point out. 

"Then one of us can make love to her as the other gets brutally fucked, now pick"

"Joonie, I want to fuck Joonie." Jungkook answers.

"Is that okay with you?" Namjoon turns to ask you, a completely different demeanour to the commanding man Jungkook had been faced with. 

His eyes are soft and focused as he waits for your response. You nod, and the alpha smiles back at you before returning to glaring at Jungkook. 

"Clothes off Jeon, and find the condoms first."

Jungkook scurries off the bed in search of the materials he needs to warm Namjoon up for him. In the meantime, Namjoon's attention switches fully to you. He throws his shirt across the room, inadvertently hitting Jungkook, and then leans down over you. 

"Are you sure you're okay with the switch?" He asks

"More than okay... does this mean I get to watch you take Jungkook?"

"Well, technically yes, but that's if you're able to focus on something other than the feeling of me, and if I'm doing my job correctly that shouldn't be the case." He sounds cocky, and you're sure he has every right to. 

The bed dips as Jungkook rejoins you.

"Why are your pants still on Hyung?" You can hear the pout in Jungkook's voice.

"You're so impatient Kook," Namjoon sighs.

But he pulls away from you anyway, giving himself space to undress properly. He then signals for you to shift properly back to the headboard and pulls a pillow to put under your hips. Finally, he takes a condom from Jungkook and rolls it almost effortlessly along his length. He takes up his position between your legs and you watch Jungkook settle in behind him, you can just about see his head appear over Namjoon's broad shoulders. 

Jungkook lets out a giggle when he must realise something

"I'm already prepped," Namjoon shrugs "Gets him excited," He winks at you, "Are you ready,"

You bite your lip and nod, preparing yourself for something similar to Jungkook's previously punishing performance. Namjoon however is a lot gentler, which somehow stimulates you more. You feel each inch as he sinks deeper inside of you. You know Jungkook is holding back, seeing how much of his lower lip has disappeared into his mouth, which makes you think this isn't the first time the pair of them have been in this situation. It makes you wonder whether you are taking Jimin or Yoongi's usual position.

Namjoon thrusts hard and deep a few times to get himself properly situated, listening to the way your breath hitches to get a better idea of what angle you prefer. Only when he is satisfied that he will be pleasuring you does he give Jungkook the go-ahead to line himself up. Namjoon kisses you as Jungkook fills him, allowing you to feel each pulse of his breath as he tries to relax for the other man

As Jungkook pushes in, you can feel the way Namjoon strains to take most of the thrust and not push into you. 

"You can let him fuck you in to me..." you say.

You don't make eye contact, instead, you draw lines along his biceps and follow the lines. 

"That won't exactly be a love-making pace," Namjoon points out.

"Maybe we could make love on a different day..."

"Okay, but you asked for this," You can hear the grin "Jungkook goes as hard as you really want to," Namjoon permits, 

and by god does Jungkook comply.

You cling to Namjoon's arms as the two of you are bounced wildly by Jungkook's thrusts. His hips move erratically as he sets a punishing pace. Namjoon pants over the top of you as he struggles to keep himself afloat on top of you while also feeling the pressure of the other man up against his prostate. 

The younger man shows no sign of relenting, even as Namjoon tenses inside of you trying desperately and futilely to cling on to his orgasm. He cums dramatically, almost collapsing on top of you.

"Do you need me to stop hyung?" Jungkook hesitates.

"Don't you dare," Namjoon grits through his teeth.

The older man's hand reaches between you, circling your clit. His breath is hot in the crook of your neck as Jungkook's movements continue to force him to fuck deeply inside of you. Another orgasm finds it's place in the base of your stomach, and based on the droplet of sweat trailing done Jungkook's face, he isn't far behind. just as you release, Jungkook releases a strangled moan and pulls backwards, his cum filling the condom. 

Not forgetting when Taehyung scolded him last time, Jungkook scurries off as soon as he is able into the ensuite, returning with water glasses and towels. Namjoon praises him and pulls him back on to the bed once the glasses are safely out of the way. Namjoons situates himself against the headboard with his legs apart, Jungkook crawls into the gap that was left for him and then tugs you into his lap. The three of you sit there for some time until your breath comes back and your souls reenter your bodies.

Sometime later a mildly bemused Jin enters the room and forces you all into the shower. By the time you come back he is bundled up in fresh sheets waiting for the three of you to join him for the night. 

Next

Masterlist

sup fam...... soz. It's been a busy new academic year what can I say.... but here are 4000 words if that helps. Also a proper threesome.... Have fun, let me know how it goes can you let me know if there are any duos or trios that you would like to see interact more? Because I know earlier on in the fic I tried to integrate everybody together, but I’ve still missed interactions. For example, like Hobi and Jin don’t interact too much. Would you like for them too or do you think I should just continue with the plot? Because I am adding that into the plot because obviously, they need to be a viable pack structure and not just a load of couples that happen to live together. But I want to know who everybody else wants to see. I think I have about 6- 8 chapters left. Also more smut coming because I can't believe it took me this long to get my bias in on the smut, seems like a crime....

[poetryvampire]

Hark! The yearning is upon me.

Headcanons for your first time with Zevlor

Because I literally can't stop thinking about it.

Zevlor x Afab! non-tiefling reader

✨Nsfw✨ with angst

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● You've been traveling with Zevlor and the tiefling camp for some time now and yet neither of you have been able to break the undeniable tension between you. More and more often you find yourself alone with the paladin, wishing he would make a move or give some sort of confirmation to his feelings.

● Zevlor is such a gentleman it's almost painful. He's going half mad with his yearning for you. If he was to act on his feelings he would need to court you properly. Prove that he was true with his intensions and you weren't some passing fling. But how to do that in such a stressful time and place? Zevlor's a hopeless romantic. He may have yet to act on his feelings but that doesn't mean he hasn't found himself penning poems of your beauty in his journal.

●You're both walking back to camp one afternoon. Your eyes catch and linger far too long. Unable to stand it a moment longer you give him a soft kiss. Before you can pull away, shocked at your own actions Zevlor deepens it, pulling you into his arms. Next thing you know you're being pushed gently against a tree, your hands moving all over each other.

●It's only the sound of your approaching companions that break you apart. You're closer to camp than you thought. Soon everyone will be gathering back for supper. There isn't time yet you're determined not to let this slip away. You tell Zevlor to come to your tent that night. Those flaming eyes study you carefully and he nods.

● When night falls you wait in a tiny slip of a dressing gown trying to keep calm. Perhaps it was a foolish mistake and he would change his mind. But the low cadence of his voice breaks the silence. Ever the gentlemen he's brought you a bouquet of wildflowers.

●The tiefling's almost speechless at the sight of you; He cant quite put words to what you inspire in him. Drawing him into a kiss you feel passion coursing through him in seconds. You're exploring each others mouths and bodies with an impatience clumsiness. Over come, you pull him down to the bedroll and rip away your night dress, instantly in love with being so exposed underneath him.

● Under his infernal gaze you can feel your wetness pooling. You're so ready to be ravished and by the look in those eyes as they rake over you he's sure to pounce any moment. Yet, he doesn't, he even pulls a bit away. By the Gods Zevlor is aching to touch you and take you and make you his. But seeing you like this, you're almost too beautiful. It's confirming that he doesn't deserve you.

●Zevlor's already cursing himself. Already he's fucking up, as always. There's hurt in your eyes, as if he could ever be unpleased with your form. He comes closer, lightly strokes your leg, plants a chaste kiss to your knee but keeps looking away.

● "Zevlor" you plead "Touch me, please. Look at what you do to me" You spread your legs open pulling a hungry moan from him. He's never been so enchanted or afraid. Slowly you kiss the palms of his hands and press them to your flesh. Soon they're moving on their own spreading reverent caresses over every inch of you.

●You're back in your own little heaven feeling Zevlor pressed flush against you. The full bulge in his pants making you desperate for him. His mouth is praising you now, kissing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Automatically you open your legs wider, hoping he continues.

●Oh he does; he can't help himself. Zevlor grips your thighs tight trying to keep you still as he worships you with his mouth. Overwhelmed by how delicious you are and how beautifully you moan his name, he can't help but rut into the bedroll as he pleasures you.

●Before long the heated flicks of his tongue push you over the edge, making your whole body tremble and writhe. Your cries go straight to his cock and before he can stop himself he cums hard in his pants.

● His embarrassment turns to horror as he pulls away from you to see the cuts his claws have left on your thighs. The fears that had driven him away from you for so long were becoming a reality. Somehow he had failed you as a lover by cumming so easily and he had hurt you from lack of care without even having been inside you.

● A cloud of anguish seizes his heart. Zevlor practically bows before you apologizing and affirming his coming here as a mistake he will not let happen against. You beg him stay, telling him you're fine and that he's done nothing wrong. But he's already out the door.

●The emotional whiplash of the night leaves you sobbing into your pillow until sleep takes you. Zevlor needs to let off some steam and goes on a long midnight run. He's furious with himself. The thought of having failed you is almost unbearable. Even worse Zevlor's mind won't stop drifting back to the taste of your lips and the warmth of your breasts. He feels like some kind of untamed brute. How could he ever face you again?

thank you, thank you for reading. This is another one on the list to turn into a proper fic. Haven't decided just how angsty I want to get with it. Any thoughts let me know 🧡

[dyns33]

Only wastelands 4

Annnnnd here's part 4 !! I will be honest, I will need some time to finish this series. I know where I'm going, but I can't find the time or energy to write it.

Tag : @one-of-thewalkingdead @coolrobloxkid28 @thebumbqueen @rachmari @ilyvia @justme12200 @honeybunhottie @savanahc @gobbodoggo @bisasterbisexual @killingboredom @bonafideyapper @i-simp-for-mha-men @pixelatedprofilepic @ultimatreality @chattersstuff @harmfulb1tch @hellolettuce444 @miketastic25 @darkangel4121 @avidreadee123 @kaitttttttt @nullx1ety

It would have been a lie to say that Y/N hadn't prayed that Janey would be a better traveling companion to Lucy. The vaultie was not bad, but far too naive, talkative, not listening to advices.

Maybe she had been heard, or Cooper had been a great father, but the little girl was a true angel.

Obviously very clever for her age, she didn't need long explanations to see that the world had changed, that it was dangerous, and that it was a good idea to follow Y/N without asking too many questions.

Of course Janey still had some questions. This was perfectly normal. But she waited until they were safe, often before sleeping, to look at Y/N with her big, innocent eyes.

“Are we going to see dad soon ?”

"… Yes. He's not far away." the woman said as she checked her pitboy.

If the information was correct, Lucy was only a few days' walk away, and if Coop was still with her, then he would be reunited with his daughter soon. 219 years without seeing her, without any news, no clue on her location, and the almost evaporated hope of finding her still alive.

Of the things Y/N hadn't yet explained to Janey, the time that had passed since her forced separation from her father was one of the most complicated. The child probably thought she would find the man in the picture, smiling and with pink skin.

She nervously repeated that Cooper had been ill, but couldn't elaborate. Each time, Janey responded that her daddy was strong, and that he would get better soon, especially if they helped him.

Impossible to contradict this adorable child.

If she wanted to lie again, Y/N would have said that she wasn't walking as fast as she could because she wasn't sure what would happen when Janey saw her father. That would probably be a shock. Was she going to scream ? Cry ? Be afraid of him ?

It would break Cooper's heart. And she could repeat that she hated him, that she didn't care at all about his fate, Y/N didn't want to hurt him like that. Anyhow, but not like that.

There was also the possibility that he would react badly to seeing her. Vault Tech was so monstrous, they would have been able to clone Janey, or create a robot that looked like her, or even brainwash her at her mother's request.

He could also think that he had become too monstrous to approach such a pure being without harming her.

Maybe he had abandoned Y/N, thinking only of himself, but he would never do that to his own daughter. She couldn't believe it. The problem was that he would want the best for her, and he might think that was keeping his distance.

Y/N had imagined all these possibilities, but in reality, she knew perfectly well that they would just be happy to have each other again. If she was afraid, it was mainly for herself. For them.

She had been running from him for three years. Not that he seemed to be looking for her, but she had promised herself that their paths would never cross again or it would end badly.

She was not thinking of killing him. First because she had no chance against this cowboy, but above all because Y/N may have hated him for what he had done, she still loved him too much to really want his misfortune.

That was probably why everything was still very painful.

When the Pitboy beeped to indicate that they had arrived at their destination, Y/N observed the ruined building, Janey's hand still holding hers, awaiting orders.

Although fear kept one alive in the wastelands, one should never hesitate. Never.

Cautiously, motioning to the little girl not to make any noise, they approached what was obviously Lucy and the Ghoul's hiding place for the night.

With another gesture, Y/N indicated to Janey to stay at the end of the corridor, while she checked the place, until she found what they were looking for. And if necessary, she should flee.

As none of her reactions were normal, the vaultie seemed happy to see her, greeting her with a huge smile.

Sitting in a corner, hand on his rifle, Cooper didn't look so happy. Surprised, yes, nervous too. With a mixture of sadness and anger. Not really open to a reunion.

But he had celebrated their separation, he had no reason to want to see her again.

Y/N stared at his gun, wondering if he was going to shoot. No movement showed he intended to harm her, but he kept his hand on the trigger. Maybe he thought she was going to try something.

Slowly, so as not to rush him, and ignoring Lucy's long tirades about everything that had happened to them in New Vegas where they had not found her father, Y/N made Janey understand that she could come.

The weapon fell to the floor as she walked through the door. The hatred completely disappeared from Cooper Howard's eyes.

He just sat there, petrified by this vision of his past.

The poor kid shook a little, clinging to Y/N, not understanding what they were doing with these people. So Y/N got down on her level.

"This is Lucy, she was in a shelter like you and me. And… Janey. Janey, here's your father." she whispered with an uncertain voice.

The child looked at her, searching for a lie or joke on her face, before turning back to the Ghoul, who still hadn't moved.

It may have been instinct, the call of blood, or the great intelligence of this kid, but then she found her smile again, finally recognizing the man who was standing there.

"Daddy !"

While he had been stuck since their arrival, Cooper didn't hesitate for a second when Janey ran towards him. He opened his arms to welcome her, lifting her to embrace her tenderly, breathing a sigh of relief that he had been hoping for for two centuries.

Lucy didn't understand everything that was happening, but she placed a hand on her heart in front of this scene, knowing that she had to keep quiet for once. Nothing should spoil this moment.

"Janey… My lil cowgirl…" sobbed Cooper. "You're okay. You're here."

"I missed you, dad. Why didn't you come with me in the car ?"

"He… I told you, there was no more room. I was supposed to join you later, but there were problems. I'm sorry, my angel. I wanted to come."

“Mom said you left me.”

"Your mother… Your mother will have had bad information. I would never have left you. I would always come for you."

The sentence echoed in Y/N’s mind. A broken promise. Without really thinking about it, she touched the picture she always kept in her bag. If it had been of value to Cooper, it hadn't been enough for him to come get her.

Now that he had found Janey, that photo was forgotten. It was long forgotten, like Y/N, who no longer had any value.

At least this story would have a nice ending. Their paths had crossed so that she could bring back his little daughter. He had saved her, she had saved them. They were even now.

Still silent, she left the room, then the building, without attracting attention. Lucy was too busy crying, while Coop obviously only had eyes for his child.

By the time they realized she was gone, Y/N would already be far away.

Maybe the vaultie would want to follow her, thinking about using her pitboy, but there was no reason the cowboy would want the same thing. If his daughter wasn't enough, he would continue to search for the old MacLean, for Barbara, all those responsible for the end of the world.

But not Y/N. Even to thank her. He hadn't looked for her in 3 years, he had no reason to start now.

So it was a surprise when something passed around her at lightning speed, stopping her in her tracks as she was about to advance towards the desert.

It had been a long time, but she remembered that damn lasso and the habit of its owner perfectly.

“Leaving so soon, sweetheart ?”

Why wasn't he with Janey ? Why stop her ? Why not be happy to see her go, like last time ? He already had Lucy to annoy him, and even if he loved her, it wouldn't be easy to survive in this world with a child. Why make her suffer like this ? Why make her believe that she was important ?

She could ask him all these questions and finally get real answers, but Y/N was scared.

No sound came out of her mouth as she turned to face Cooper, who had regained his cold gaze. This blur between despair and hatred. As if he had a reason to be angry with her.

“Think we need to talk.” he said in a slow voice. “A real conversation, sugar.”

And from the man who hated idle chatter, long explanations, and really all human interaction, that was something.

[dovithedarklord]

Stucked - Part 4

You're trapped in a game and a new threat is lurking.

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Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Tags: Mentions of death, Mentions of blood and gore, Blood and Violence, Sexual Scenes, Alternate Universe, No use of Y/N, Not Beta Read, AFAB Reader

Trigger Warning: Contains blood and gore, violence, some body horror, and some dubcon (lightly). Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

The story gets more complicated and violent, so be prepared!

I've been watching way too many horror movies again, and I was sick too, so I gathered some firsthand experience for some of the sensations our poor MC has to face. But now I feel much better, can't say the same about her... Well, there's that :D

Have fun! :D

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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The sound of soft laughter fills the walls of the house, painted golden yellow from the fire, and the lingering shadows of your companions loom over the carved wood like nightmarish demons. And with each step, you get closer and closer to the deceptive cheerfulness that unfolds below, which flows like a sick play around the laid table. As if an idyllic moment was snatched from a comedy movie meant for children and families, every minute of which is full of perfectly written laughter and undisturbed joy, but every giggle crawls into your ear canals on the slimy legs of a disgusting maggot, to bury itself in your brain and push you closer to madness with each minute.

You sneak closer to the stairs with careful quietness, unable to take your eyes off the scene unfolding in the middle of the spacious living room, because you're afraid that if you draw attention to yourself sooner than necessary, you won't have a chance to escape. Although the treacherous little voice in your head warns you that all your chances of disappearing from this terrible, artificial world were lost when Simon closed his arms around you.

And you reflexively look for the blond man, and as soon as your strained gaze finds his burly figure sitting at the table, terror envelopes your stomach in an icy grip. Every bit of him is deceptively calm, and he rests next to Johnny in his chair with such careless relaxation as if he always belonged there at the birthday dinner. But you see the waiting danger in his eyes, which makes him look like a wolf killing some time before finally tearing his victim to pieces, who doesn't even know that they willingly laid their neck in his open jaws. And it seems cruel how the two girls engage in a light-hearted conversation with the two men amid wild gesticulations and cozy delight, because you know exactly that each carefree sound that leaves their mouths is a precursor to a painful scream in the dead of the night.

Every member of yours is protesting against going down, and your legs tug you back like leaden weights, as you try to drag your body, heavy with fear, forward. As if with each step, the thread that binds you with weak fingers to the fleeting promise of survival is unraveling a little more. You'll have to go down though. Because if you hide, you risk the wrath of the game. You need information to get a new clue, and if you don't join this miserable charade, you'll lose any chance of finding anything. You have to do it even if every cell of yours screams agonizingly with dread.

The polished wood of the stairs creaks as you slowly descend the steps, and the eyes of the two men fixate on you almost on command, like two hungry vultures before which the delicious meal has finally appeared. And you realize bitterly that it's not so far off  from reality, because you're probably only a few hours away from someone quenching their thirst with your still-warm blood after they've hunted you down like an animal.

NO! Enough! You can't think that! Even though this wretched place wants to make it difficult for you to win, you must not let it get its way, because then you'll wither away in this quicksand of raw flesh and screams, stuck in endless suffering. You must not let it win. You won't let it win.

Your determination eases the trembling that shakes your knees wildly, and as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you straighten your back out, because these two bloodthirsty monsters must not see that they were able to plant the seeds of hopelessness in your mind. Even if this bitter feeling has taken root, you should not allow them to find morbid joy in it. Because that would be equal to your defeat.

"The birthday girl is finally here!" Pam exclaims enthusiastically as she turns back to you to look at you, and for a moment her kindness breaks your heart as you let her spring up and lead you to the empty chair at the head of the table with tender, friendly love. You don't deserve a minute of her attention, even if there's nothing real behind it. A fictional creature, whose empty shell is filled with life by the game, just so that it can take this temporary existence away as painfully as possible. But still, as she pushes you down to the chair with a warm smile and squeezes your shoulder excitedly, your throat tightens painfully with pity. You gave up trying to save them a long time ago, you forgot the compassion you felt for them, yet now your brain, overloaded because of the impossible events, allows you for a moment to feel sympathy for them. "The best place belongs to the celebrated!" She chirps, and when she's certain that you've made yourself comfortable, he strolls back to her seat, with such an unworried spring in her step that you recall quite cruelly how quickly this lightness turns into desperate fear as she runs for her life. And despite this sugary-sweet show, it'll happen soon enough.

And even to you, it's strange how the whole dinner scene begins with such familiar movements, even though Simon has intruded on the well-known story as an uninvited guest. And this might be because he only occasionally interjects a short comment into the smooth flow of events, otherwise not disrupting the dialogue that you have already heard torturously many times. If he does answer, the game bends the threads of its own story so smoothly that, in spite of the new change, you end up in exactly the same place where you have always been. And this fills your soul with such fiery hope that suddenly every cell of yours ignites with the wild desire to act, because if the presence of the masked man doesn't lead the story in a completely new direction, then there is a chance that the clues will still be there where they were before you discovered them... And that makes the doubts clinging to your gut seem to withdraw, and you feel that you can finally breathe for the first time since discovering the book.

"It's so nice of Johnny to put together this dinner, isn't it?" Rebecca chimes in, lifting another bite into her mouth with her fork, carrying her gaze around on the myriad of appetizing dishes displayed on the table with real delight. And you tear yourself out of the continuing web of your thoughts with a startled wince, in which you've been immersed far away, already browsing through the series of clues you've found so far. You run your confused eyes through the group at lightning speed, and when you meet the girl's puzzled expression, you reluctantly turn your attention back to them.

"Yeah... It's very nice of him." You blurt out your scripted, well-rehearsed dialogue, and although your tongue almost goes numb under the weight of the lie, you’re able to force the faint line of an authentic-looking smile on your mouth.

Although everyone seems to calm down, you see sparks of interest in Simon's eyes. And as you carefully look at him and your gaze intertwines with his, you see the unmistakable lines of a smile appearing around his eyes in the warm light. But there is nothing comforting about this gesture, because an almost condescending kindness emanates from his every cell, and this makes him look like no more than a spectator of an unfolding sad comedy. And if he really knows that you're not from here, then all ot this is really nothing more for him than watching a movie up close, the end of which he's perfectly aware of. But you can still surprise him. Because you won't let him think he's in charge. You just have to find a clue…

And you jerk back, almost startled, as Johnny's face swims into your vision, thus hiding the sight of his friend from you, and the change happens so suddenly that you just stare into his cheerful blue eyes, blinking with bewildered surprise.

"It's nothing! I'd dae anythin' for my wee lil' Bunny!" He utters enthusiastically, and although his words don't sound like lies, fear snakes into you along his deep voice. Because this sentence has never appeared anywhere before, and it's so new to your shocked brain that you're unable to register how one of his tanned hands slowly slides onto your fist gripping the fork, wrapping around it like an anaconda on its prey. And even though his touch is light as a feather, you feel as though he's squeezing you in a way that makes all your bones crack, like a couple of dry tree branches. What's this again? Why does the story diverge if it has followed the main storyline so far?

"You're such a lucky girl! I would sell my soul to be treated so well by someone!" Pam sighs longingly, and as she folds her hands in front of her chest with feigned offense, your confusion deepens. Because suddenly this whole horrible interlude takes a turn that is completely unknown to you. Up until now, it's been Pam who has had any sort of romantic streak, because she's the one who gets killed for living out her lustful passion. Thus far, you've never been the center of attention in this way, not even at any level worth mentioning, and the realization that now this is just another complication and death flag cuts into your brain like a knife. And suddenly you feel that the taste of the food turns to ash in your mouth, the dryness of which drags the waves of nausea up your throat.

"Is there something wrong?" Rebecca's worried question cuts through your shock, and as you realize that every pair of eyes is staring at you, you’re filled with the desire to escape. But you don't even dare to move, because you're afraid that every irresponsible action you make will trigger an avalanche that will have harsh consequences.

"I think my stomach is a little upset. Maybe I caught something." You try to explain yourself weakly, and with every nerve you attempt to force authenticity into your features, slowly releasing your hand from Johnny's grip. You have to wait to see what else changes, and to have the slightest chance to search for hints later. Because if you're not careful enough, you lose all hope of even finding a clue.

"Oh, poor lil' Bunny." Johnny grumbles, and although there is some pity in his voice, a hideous undertone lurks behind the sympathetic words that make goosebumps prickle on your skin in an instant. And maybe an outside observer would think that there are indeed wrinkles of kind concern on his face, but you see the joy in his eyes. Like you've just given him something he's been waiting on pins and needles for. "Let me help ye!"

And you soon understand how he wants to help you. Because, as the chair cries out with an ear-splitting scream, when he pulls it uncomfortably close to you, then it's too late for you to escape. The wolf has already found you, and you can do nothing but watch with stunned helplessness as it starts to devour you.

Not a single sound can escape your mouth, as your protest gets stuck under the lump that jumps into your throat, and you freeze in fear as one of Johnny's big hands slides over your back with easy naturalness. And as his warm fingers begin to draw slow, soothing circles on your back, as if he really wants to drive away your growing sickness with his gentle touch, but you go as still as a statue, completely unmoving. You're unable to turn away from the man, whose gaze is fixed on you with such intense attention, as if someone had hypnotized him. But you already know better than that. You see those ice-blue eyes gliding across your face, and you know that he finds his joy in the frightened curve of your eyebrows, the motionless panic of your eyes, and the quivering line of your lips, like a hungry hyena feeding on terror. And as, during his seemingly innocent adventure, one of his fingers almost imperceptibly slips under the clasp of your bra, crumpling the soft material of your t-shirt, that hungry grin appears on his mouth, with which a beast flashes its teeth at its victim. And the scene in the kitchen takes shape in your brain so quickly that you're unable to hold back the frightened whimper that erupts from you.

"There's no need for that... I'd rather rest." You try to oppose meekly, carefully choosing each of your terrified words, and when you pull back from the man's suffocating proximity, his palm spreading over your back prevents you, holding you back as easily as if it wouldn't be more to him then just a minor inconvenience. And you’re probably right, because even though you can see the cords of the sculpted muscles dancing on his arm from the corner of your eye, his whole body still remains in your personal space with unmovable carelessness.

"Dinnae be silly!" Johnny silences your protest, and from the curve of the smile on his lips, the tentacles of anxiety growing inside you cling to every single cell of yours. Because it suddenly becomes painfully clear that you've fallen into a trap and you don't even have a chance to flee. "I'll help ye... ye'll let me, won't ye?" He inquires, but there is something very certain about his question, as if he asked it just for the sake of fun, because he already knows the answer anyway. And why wouldn't he act like that? He slyly lured you into his arms, and now it's time for him to enjoy the fact that you’re exactly where he wanted you all along.

And although your brain is feverishly working on excuses that you can use to escape, like a frightened little rabbit running from wolves, the man gets to work much sooner. His wandering hand on your back crawls up your spine with the deadly slowness of a snake, and as his fingers dance along each small bump, you instinctively get a chill from the condescending tenderness that mixes with his touch. And you feel how the tiny little hairs stand up in the wake of his fingertips, and fear spreads through all your limbs, as if a paralyzing poison had been injected into you. And if resistance had even crossed your mind, then all your stray thoughts disappear immediately, because as soon as he clamps his hand on the back of your neck to lock around it, you freeze as terrified as if you had turned to stone.

You see the cheerful sparks in his eyes as he recognizes how obedient he has made you become, and you helplessly let his free hand, which has been resting on the table until now, come to play on the feeble stage of your body. And although you’re unable to take your eyes off his face, you catch in your periphery as he touches your knee almost teasingly, and you can't suppress the trembling that moves inside of you as his fingers begin to slither toward your thigh. You can feel the heat emanating from him even through the material of your pants, and you swear that the imprint of his palm almost burns into you as he stops to grip the soft flesh.

And like a wild animal about to feast, he flashes all his teeth with the grin that moves to his face, and as he rests his forehead on the crook of your neck, the treacherous warmth in your stomach rises in addition to fear when, following the hoarse laughter that rises from his throat, as his hot breath fans over the sensitive skin.

You turn your eyes to your surroundings in desperation, but all hope is gone when you see the expression on your companions' faces. Because the mouths of both girls are frozen in languid smiles, and they're watching the obscene moment unfolding in front of them as if it were the most natural thing in the world that someone climbs on you in the middle of a birthday dinner. Like they're watching the finale of a romantic movie, not Johnny slowly eating you alive like a starved dog. But it makes you even more upset when you glance at Simon as a result of a thoughtless reflex, because you immediately regret that you dared to look at him at all. The man continues to rest in his chair with undisturbed calm, and as he carelessly throws his hand on the back of the chair and tilts his head to the side, he follows the wet path of Johnny's mouth as his lips travel to the pulsing veins on your neck with such morbid interest, as if it were nothing more to him then some light fun. And you realize with alarm that you can't hope for help, because the game is more than happy to let this whole horrible situation continue, even if it goes against its own rules...

And when you feel the blunt edge of one of Johnny's canines drawing his mark into your skin with almost mocking fondness, that something that has so far locked your body in a paralyzed shackle snap. Because now you know for sure that nothing will happen the same as before, and your only chance to survive is to disappear from here right now. An unknown strength of determination moves into you, and you tear yourself out of his arms so unexpectedly that even he flinches back in surprise for a moment as you spring up from your chair.

"That will be enough! I better rest." You break the stunned silence, and although it's impossible not to hear the fear hidden in your voice, the decisiveness grows much stronger. And despite the fact that you feel that this small rebellion is already disturbing the apparent calm of the game, you don't care. You have to escape, because if you don't get out of their sight, your hours are numbered. And you can no longer allow yourself to die irresponsibly, no matter what lies ahead.

But just as you would take advantage of Johnny's surprise to free yourself from the prison of his thick arms, someone who has been watching this madness as a silent spectator until now finally joins the events. Simon leans forward in his chair with nerve-wracking slowness to look up at you with his elbows on the table, and that's enough for the sinister spasms of panic to close around your stomach in a violent embrace. Because you see the light that dances in those dark eyes... And they tell you that you made a big mistake, and he'll punish you for it with the greatest pleasure. He warned you, didn't he?

"Sit down." The man motions his head towards your chair, and his statement sounds much more like an instruction than a request. You'd be foolish to think he's only making suggestions when you see how menacingly his hoodie stretches over his broad shoulders as he hunches over the festive table. "The party's about to start." He adds, and you don't like the amusement in his tone at all. Like he’s already amused by something, which you have no idea of yet.

"I don't want to." You squeeze it out of yourself, and although you try to put confidence on your face, it doesn't escape the masked man's attention as you force down the stomach acid pushing up into your dry throat with a frightened little swallow. Because you can see his mouth open under the dark textile covering his face, as he follows this small movement, and from the play of the light of the fire, it looks like he's grinning...

But before you can even decipher what kind of storm might be brewing, you're distracted by something completely different. And as you feel Johnny's hot breath penetrating the thin fabric of the t-shirt covering your belly, you turn back to him in fear, but it's too late. You were too irresponsible, and you lost sight of the monster, in whose claws you have been writhing on the fading edge of safety. And now, as his big hands find the round curve of your hips and his fingers playfully grip it, you already know that the fragile chance of your escape is drifting further and further away from you. You're not deceived by the innocence with which the man settles his chin on your stomach, nor by the way those beautiful sky-blue eyes stare up at you, because you feel the certainty with which he hides the escape route with the coverage of his strong body.

"And then what will happen to them?" Johnny asks, and the worry that enters his voice hits you unprepared, and the confusion instinctively takes over your features, as you take in the way the line of his troubled eyebrows meet. And from this tiny little move, his concern seems quite genuine, and it only pushes your mind even deeper into your ever-increasing shock. What the hell is he talking about?

"With whom?" The cautious question breaks out of you, because your brain, which is buzzing with stress, is unable to understand who he could be aiming at. But you don't have to wait long for him to clarify and dispel the doubts from your mind, because as his head finds a comfortable resting place on your belly, as he turns back to the table, smoothing his face against you, you immediately understand who you have forgotten about until now.

"With your friends." He answers easily, removing all the care from his tone, which he has smuggled into it so masterfully so far. There is something stomach-churningly intimate about the way he nuzzles your navel with his nose, and the way he almost burrows into the warmth of your body, which makes every cell of you instinctively scream for help. And as his arms close around you in a slow but deadly sure embrace, even though you don't fully see the horrible expression he's wearing because he's hiding in your clothes, your eyes find his reflection in one of the elegant glasses. And on the delicate surface of the glass, the corrupted, bloodthirsty smile that spreads across his lips is distorted almost like a nightmare.

"What are you talking about?" You hesitate, scared, and your voice comes out of your mouth like a pitiful whisper that it seems quite distant even to your ears. And you're unable to tear your gaze away from the glass, because you see the man's crooked smile widen further and become a twisted snarl on the glass, which suddenly brings back all the memories of when you were on the other side of that grin. With this exact expression, he plunged a knife into your beating heart and watched as the light of life faded from your eyes. And this makes you realize that, even though you waited for a soothing play, the time for bloodshed has long come.

"Dessert is comin' now." Simon joins in, and this simple little sentence sounds deceptively harmless from his mouth. But as he turns to your companions opposite him, who have been sitting in their seats in a happy stupor until now, you realize that you won't be the target now. However, this doesn't calm you down one bit. "Pam." He almost snaps at the girl, in a tone that sounds like he's asking a trained dog to show off the latest trick it's learned. And you're horrified to learn that the analogy couldn't be more accurate, because Pam shoots up with such enthusiastic joy, as if her owner had really dangled a reward in front of her nose.

"Oh, right away!" She gushes cheerfully, and for a split second, you can't understand why she reaches for the huge knife resting next to the cake so suddenly because of the fear sitting on your brain. You just watch, paralyzed, as she places her left hand on the table, and as the warm light glints on the cold metal of the blade, something quite uncomfortable grips your insides. And when the girl turns to you and her gaze sinks into yours, you see nothing but the bottomless emptiness shining in those bright eyes, as if all the life that the game had so graciously instilled in her had disappeared.

But even though she looks like a lifeless puppet, the sound of the knife piercing through bone is very real, as the next moment she cuts off her index finger with one simple and swift movement. The sick crack almost echoes in your ears, as if someone has just started slicing a deliciously fresh carrot, but as blood gushes out of the wound in rich drops and paints the snowy white of the tablecloth crimson, you know that your eyes are not fooled.

"What…. what the hell..." You stutter, and you feel your brain getting short-circuited by the sight. Because Pam just pulls out the knife buried in the wood of the table with unflinching glee, so as if nothing had happened, she raises it again and strikes the next finger with it. Moved by the force of the attack, the severed digit rolls away, plowing a trail of blood in its wake, drawing a grotesque painting among the multitude of bowls resting on the table. This awakes the pulsing nausea in you again, and you clasp your palm over your mouth to try to hold back the rest of your dinner, which starts gnawing up your throat. However, Pam doesn't even seem to perceive the outside world, the wide smile on her face stretches into a grotesque grin, and her teeth are pressed together with such force that you can almost hear them crack.

"Why dinnae ye sit down, hmm?" Johnny's voice breaks through your shock, and you startledly tear your eyes away from the horrible serenity on Pam's face to turn to the man again, because suddenly even this seems like a better idea. But as he glances up at you from under his dark eyelashes, and something quite predatory flashes in his eyes, you know that the dinner slowly soaking in blood would have been a more soothing sight. "If yer gonnae be the dessert, then she can stop..." He offers, and your stomach turns from the sugary kindness that sits in his words.

And when his arms holding you in check slowly let go of their hold, you'd think you finally can catch your breath for a moment, but much sooner the air gets stuck in your lungs, as his fingers grasp your thighs with almost painful force, and you can feel their marks soak into your skin like fresh purple bruises. His face is pressed against your lap, and his tongue sticks out of his mouth to draw a wet path along the small seam running in the middle of your pants, and you can feel the heat emanating from him even through the rough material of your jeans, then you would try to back away in alarm, but you don't get far. His grip locks you in place much more firmly, and the treacherous tingle that awakens in your frozen body pushes you towards dizziness when he finally finds that tiny sensitive bud through the fabric, which makes you tremble and grip his broad shoulders in terror. And a deep, almost animalistic growl erupts from Johnny's throat when he catches this instinctive little movement.

Another tears you out of the paralysis towards which you drift more and more surely, and as Pam, laughing joyfully, sweeps the stump of her ring finger away in the puddle of blood on the tablecloth, you're already glad that Johnny is so willing to let you cling to him. When you catch Simon out of the corner of your eye, you're unable to stop yourself and almost automatically direct your gaze to him. And you would swear that you have never seen a more beautiful man, because the lustful look with which his dark eyes fixate on you, while one hand caresses his stomach lazily, is not entirely of this world. You follow almost in a daze as his fingers dance leisurely along the bulging hardness of his pants, and only another snap brings you back to the present before you allow yourself to be lured into the trap they want to drag you into in such a vile way.

No matter the two men's angelic faces, no matter the sinful power emanating from them, it penetrates your paralyzed consciousness too strongly, as the sea of blood spreading across the table slowly reaches you and begins to drum in heavy drops on the floorboards. Because only monsters are capable of such horror, and it awakens the desire to escape in you enough that your heart rate, which is accelerating in dread, finally pumps out the adrenaline in your body so you can act.

You reach for your glass resting on the table so unexpectedly that you manage to surprise Johnny when you smash it on his head. And you know that it won't do him any serious damage, but the pain lasts just long enough for him to release you in the middle of a tortured hiss, and you can take advantage of this to get out of his arms so nimbly that by the time he comes to his senses, you're a safe distance away. No matter how much a faint sense of guilt awakens in you, when you turn your back on everything and sprint towards the stairs, for leaving your companions at the mercy of the beasts, the survival instinct raging inside you drives this weakness to the hidden corner of your skull much sooner. Because these bastards were trying to use this, and they wanted to take advantage of this to catch you...

Even through the pounding of your heart in your ears, you can hear the laughter that comes from Johnny when you reach the top floor, and you know exactly what that voice promises you. There's nothing in it but cruel amusement, and that just helps enough to speed up your steps towards your room. And as soon as the small abode finally envelopes you, you slam the door behind you with such force that its loud bang almost shakes the house. But for once, you don't care if you make noise, because the chase has already started, and there's no point in being subtle.

You lock the door with trembling hands, but you know that you won't be able to keep them out for long, because you've experienced Johnny's power enough times. That's why you rush to the closet resting next to the wall with lightning speed, and you push against it clenching your teeth, because it might delay them for a minute longer. The furniture sways with a creak, as it slowly obeys the violent urging, and as you shove it with your shoulder again and again with angry desperation, it finally gives in and falls in front of the door with an loud crash, spilling all its contents to the floor. And although a sharp ache shoots through your arm as you step back to examine your makeshift barricade, all pain fades when you hear heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs in the sudden silence. They're coming after you.

And you immediately search for a new way out, and as soon as your gaze settles on the open window, you already know what you have to do. Because even though you know that there are enough dangers out there, the uncertain darkness seems friendlier than waiting here to see what kind of retribution you'll receive for interrupting the two men's fun.

And when the doorknob turns for the first time, you're already outside on the narrow roof, and you only take one last look at the door, which is slowly beginning to shake wildly, before you disappear in the cold night.

And only one thought screams in your head: You have to survive the night.

[monayen]

I love your stories! Perfect for feeding my bedtime delusions ♥️

Can I request something for ratman 3? Him & reader waiting out a threat in a too small hiding spot so they’re pressed against each other. The danger and close proximity make 3 noticeably excited…

Cramped | Ratman 3

➷ Paring - Ratman 3 x GN!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - dry humping, biting, very light description of violence, WHIMPERING

a/n - first ratman with a fic, isn't he special :-] ? sad state of affairs as i recently broke my phone (which i always write on) so i am now confined to my laptop. ignore any mistakes or formatting issues, i kept getting distracted trying to make a ranfren twitter. (i needed a phone number to do it D-:)

“Quiet, okay?” you whisper to the trembling ratman beside you, his forehead damp with fear as you guide him through narrow passageways.

Cramped spaces were second nature to you. Crawling between walls, squeezing through vents—it was how you’d survived since your formation. Open spaces were death traps, especially for vermin trying to get by in the confusing Ivory house.

Ratman 3 nods, his beady eyes darting nervously behind his round glasses as you move together, your bodies pushing through the tight crawl space.

“We need to bring something back this time,” you whisper, voice low and urgent. “I’m so sick of eating drywall.”

Behind you, his shaky voice follows. “I-I think it’s… fine, actually.” He mumbles, barely convincing even himself. You both know the truth. The shared bags of chips, warm beer, and crumbs of crackers disappear far too quickly in the nest. Rationing isn’t exactly an option for a group who can’t count.

Disputes over who should venture out into the Ivory’s pantry have become routine—bickering and rounds of makeshift card games determining the unlucky rat. This time, you and 3 drew the short straws. Though, you’re pretty sure Michael Jr. cheated.

The path weaves through chewn holes in the drywall and vents and pipes you two squeeze through. It'd be borderline claustrophobic for any other person, and it's even worse with how the blonde ratman clings behind you like a meat shield.

You glance back at your companion, his eyes wide and darting, every sound seeming to send a shiver through his scrawny frame. He's following behind, almost pushing against you in the narrow space.

“Keep it together,” you mutter, more to yourself than him. Ratman 3 gulps and shakes his head, “Let's just go back. I think I have a granola bar stashed away somewhere–”

You’re about to reply when heavy footsteps echo from the other side of the wall, cutting off whatever quip was on your tongue.

Ratman 3 freezes, chest heaving, his body trembling as he grabs your arm. You shoot him a warning look, silently pleading for silence. The footsteps are joined by multiple voices.

It’s the brothers that live here. The older one seems to be scolding the younger one, though you can't seem to piece together the context behind his words. You listen carefully as a deeper, gruffer voice says something short. Though it's enough that you both instantly recognize easily who it is, making your blood run cold. 

3 immediately panics, his flight instincts kicking in as he silently urges you two to leave. Your heart beats in your ears, but still you motion for him to stay put. 

The walls feel like they’re closing in, the tight space you're accustomed to suddenly pressing down with suffocating intensity. Claustrophobia creeps in, tightening your chest as the weight of the situation sinks deeper—you’re trapped. Any noise, any creaking movement, and you're sure they’ll hear.

Ratman 3 shifts nervously, pressing his body tightly against your figure as he tries to make himself as small as possible in the cramped space. 

“The catman will leave soon,” you whisper as softly as possible in an attempt to soothe him. But even in the dark between the walls, you can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his chest rising and falling in rapid, panicked breaths.

You feel him shift again behind you, and you almost turn back to whisper for him to quit moving before you two get killed. That's when you notice a poking on your behind, and how shaky 3’s breathing really is against your neck.

“Are you fucking hard right now?” You say too softly, still concerned about being caught to let your baffled thoughts run out your mouth. 

Your words hang in the air as Ratman 3 freezes behind you, his body trembling even more than before. 

"I-I'm sorry!" he whispers, his voice cracking with panic. "I can't help it! It's just... being this close to you, in this tight space... It's..." He trails off, and you can almost sense the mix of embarrassment and excitement radiating off him.

Ratman 3's body tenses as he tries to suppress his arousal, but it's becoming more and more difficult for him to stay still. The confined space, the adrenaline rush from the potential danger, and the proximity all makes your heart beat faster and his dick harder. Both of you need to urgently relax, or you’ll be torn out the walls and have your guts spilled all over the floor.

Ratman 3's breath hitches as he grips your hips, his panting becoming more frantic. You can feel the contagious feverish sensation of his arousal pressing onto you, the friction of his pants rubbing against your own sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"Ah," he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't... I need..." His words trail off into a low moan as he holds up, the tight space tenfolding every sensation.

Pure heat radiates from his body, his breathing growing even more labored as he struggles to maintain any sort of composure. The poking sensation touching your ass is becoming more and more insistent, and you can sense the desperation for any type of relief on his flushed face.

Your own desire is growing, your body responding to the closeness and the danger of the situation. You lean forward, bracing yourself against the wall as you feel Ratman 3's hands sliding under your shirt, his fingers resting the curve of your waist and hips.

"We can't," you breathe, "They'll hear us."

But Ratman 3 seems beyond reason, his body mindlessly continuing to shift. He leans closer, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Please,” his voice a desperate plea. “I’ll be good.”

His small movements grow more frantic, his pelvis grinding slightly for any sense of relief. The tight space amplifies every sensation, his arousal pressing insistently against you. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and you can hear the neediness in his voice as he whispers, "I can't stop, please don't stop me."

“Shh,” you whisper, your voice trembling with tension. You're acutely aware of the muffled sounds from beyond the drywall, and how even the slightest noise could expose you both. Despite the risk, you brace the wall, offering him more leverage, your heart racing as excitement pools in your empty stomach.

He takes up the welcoming position immediately, biting back a groan as his hips begin to roll off of yours. The rub of fabric makes 3 shudder, his head tipping back and almost hitting the wall behind him. His hand slides down to cup your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulls your hips against him. The pressure of his erection is too much to ignore, and you can feel your own arousal dampening between your legs.

You gasp softly as Ratman 3 speeds up against you, the friction getting rougher and rougher as pleasure waves through your body. He moves excitedly, taking in the softness of you cramped in front of him. He bucks his hips shamelessly, desperate and unrhythmic.

“Fuck," you exhale, your voice trembling slightly. You glance back just enough to catch the fog on his glasses, his beady eyes pinched as he nibbles on his lip to bite back too loud of moans. The smallest of whimpers still escape his mouth, his body tensing over and over again as he holds onto you. You press your cheek against the cool wall, trying to muffle the sounds of your own excitement as Ratman 3 continues to rut against you.

Ratman 3's breathing grows heavier, his movements becoming impossibly more erratic as he quickly chases his orgasm. You can feel the warmth of his body pressing against your back, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," he whimpers, his hips thrusting urgently against yours. You're about to shush him, but a touch on your chest surprises you. His clammy hand moves from your hip to under your shirt, groping and squeezing frantically. He leans forward, giving a final rut of his hips against your ass before his teeth sink into your shoulder to suppress any loud moan that was going to spill out of him.

You almost gasp too loudly, but you catch yourself and clench your jaw to choke back the sound. Ratman 3 lets out a strangled whimper against your shoulder, his body tensing as he buries his face into your skin. He quickly comes into his pants, fully pressed onto your ass as his cock twitches and pulses, riding out his orgasm. You purse slightly, feeling the warmth of his release soaking through and staining your clothes.

Ratman 3 slumps against you, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his climax. You can feel his heart racing, matching the pounding of your own as you both struggle to catch your breath.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and the smallest creak of the walls around you. You hold your breath, coming back to the reality of how dangerous of a spot you are right now. 

You listen for any sign of the family, anxiety tugging at your gut as you wait for any sign that both your presences have been discovered. But the voices have moved on, their footsteps fading into the distance as they go down the hall.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief, turning around to face Ratman 3 with the little space you have. Ratman 3 lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours in the darkness. There's a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction in his gaze, and you can't help but smirk at the sight.

He shifts slightly, wincing at the sticky mess in his pants. His eyes dart down to the stain on the fabric, and his face flushes an even deeper shade of crimson.

“I, um... I guess I made a bit of a mess,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your clothes.”

You shrug, trying to downplay the rush of adrenaline in your chest. “Don’t worry; at least we weren’t caught.”

Ratman 3 nods, quickly wiping his brow and smoothing down his rumpled shirt. He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself, then stammers, “S-So… you wanna… uh, share that granola bar?”

[queen0fm0nsterz]

I keep thinking about Otto stating that the Ferryman cannot cross over into the real world. Remembering the comic with the Humpback Girl, where it's shown that he clearly can since I am 100% sure she is NOT a child of the Nowhere, I am wondering if Otto's assumptions are just... wrong.

Otto is learning with us. AND he's not a reliable narrator in the slightest.

When Noone says that the Ferryman "does not belong to their world" I don't think she necessarely means that he can't physically cross over; Noone is not from the Nowhere and she still can vanish into it just fine. I think it's moreso an implication that the Ferryman is not a former child turned Resident: he is from the Nowhere. Period. He might be one of the few characters whom we know for a fact are children of the Nowhere.

More information has also been emerging about the Ferryman's modus operandi when he's targeting a victim:

He seems to prefer going after singular children rather than a group, or even a duo. In the fourth episode, where Noone was in the presence of other teens, he did not show up; he only appeared to be watching her without intervening during episode 1 and 2, where she had a companion. In the Humpback Girl's tale, he only goes to her after the rest of the group is gone, and the Refugee Boy is also alone when he takes the place of his sister for the bet he made with North Wind. This might be to deny children any opportunity to even second guess the idea of following him; if they have no one to discuss the idea with during a dire situation, what else can they really do?

^ It also seems that when he chooses a victim, he sticks to them until he gets them. He had the chance to help Jester when he and Noone got separated (as he picks lone victims), but didn't do anything.

On that note: it might be a coincidence but right now it seems that he doesn't feel the need to save children if the threat they are facing is human/has human shape. Again: he only stepped in to help Noone when she was threatened by the Muscle in episode 3, and he made that famous deal with the North Wind in the comics. All the other monsters who tried to kill Noone were human, and the Ferryman did not do anything to stop them. During the Mirror Man incident, he only shows up in the aftermath when he is already defeated.

^ the only exception of this is Six, whom he takes on the Maw forcibly. The crowd she was in was not hostile to her until he pointed her out: even then, they didn't really attack her. They had noticed her prior, but when he pointed at her, they all followed suit.

^^ On this note... I wonder if the Ferryman has been on Six's trail for longer than we think, and only waited for Mono to be gone before stepping in.

He can indeed teleport. And he can indeed talk, if very little since he struggles getting his voice out through the layers of skin. While we were shown the first in the comics, the second was something that we had no confirmation of up until now. We have not seen his shape-shifting abilities make an appearence as of now but I have a suspicion we will very soon.

So now, knowing that Noone has been vanishing consistently ever since she took the Ferryman's hand in the Mall, I wonder if all that she had to do to be permanently connected with the Nowhere was just that: grab his hand. Accept his help. Once you do that, he will take you to the Maw no matter where you're from.

I am rather certain that this is where things will wrap up. With Noone either being brought on the Maw, or whatever it used to be, or dying in the process. I do not trust Otto.

[darkdemeter]

SERVER UPDATE!

Hey all! I'm excited to bring some info and some screenshots for the Darksiders discord I'm currently working on. This was meant to be posted last night but I was pretty exhausted heh, so apologies for that but now, without further delay, let's jump right into it shall we?

There is still quite a bit to do but I am jam jimming away at it! Though the plan is to get it up and running very soon. I have so much planned for this server and I'm just elated to share with you all what's to come!

There is quite a lot so this update will be a bit extensive just so users know what to expect when joining. I will have have a bit of a guide on my carrd masterlist available when the server goes live for people to join.

The Server

So upon entering, you will arrive at the welcome channel where the rules and basic overview of the server's intent will be discussed.

In order to have access to the server, you will need to complete the welcome. By doing that, you will be given this:

There is a members-log that will update studio members about their progress level ups! These consist of earning keys (not purchased from Vulgrim), and by being awarded ranks!

There is also a server support for anyone who has issues regarding in-server matters, broken aspects or violation of rules. The suggestions channel beneath that is where members can voice their input about what possibly could be added in the future. There will be another log for server announcements/updates for these suggestions and more.

As for Vulgrim's Trade, well yes-- I kind of hired him. And by that he spawned a serpent hole into the server and I can't get rid of him. So yes, he is here to act as the in-server merchant. Just... nobody trade their souls, okay? I don't wanna have to put that in the rules... it might concern new studio members.

"Now wait a second," I hear you ask. "What about roles? What are ranks and keys?"

Ranks and Keys Not Your Regular Roles

Now, there are many keys and ranks to be unlocked. Instead of the usual designation of roles and such, I decided to really tap into the creativity here. Give members a little something extra. These are just teasers (and I'm still contemplating the exacts of the Horsemen Companion) so there are more you're not being shown as of now.

But let's start with keys. So a bit of lore behind this was not only Darksiders from a game pov an inspiration for this, but also from a board game I used to play called Atmosfear that centered a LOT around collecting keys... and I really wanted to weave that into the server.

Keys have their own relative categories being that of "Purchase", "Reward" and "Cameo".

Purchase Keys are able to be bought from Vulgrim.

Reward Keys are earned/won as prizes by competing in games and challenges and by progressing through the server.

Cameo Keys are special and are dedicated to those I consider very good friends of mine I've met through the fandom and I want to commemorate them with their own key as a friend token/cameo nod to them. These keys are given to that respective friend when/if they join. Cameo keys can be earned by studio members from either receiving an invite to the server from that friend/holder of the key and providing that key holder's own and personally made code in the welcome channel.

Or...

If members did not receive an invite and are already part of the server or if that friend is not a member in the server to provide an invite, these keys can be earned as rewards by completing a series of challenges and games.

Keys are overall collectables but there are others that allow you to further access into the server. As an example, this server is a relatively 18+ just to keep it kinda simple. However, I don't want users to be confronted by or bothered by channels that contain nsfw content they have no interest in.

In hopes to counteract this and to allow a bit of customisation for members, there is an 18 Key. This key is a Purchase Key and can be collected from Vulgrim if members want to access nsfw content. But other than that, members can happily go about their business without it, but do note that some channels are by that logic restricted and cannot be viewed.

Moving onto ranks:

Ranks are quite simply level-type roles. Achievements! Shout out to my achievement chasers cause I had ya'll in mind for this also. I want this server to be casual, fun and friendly - but I also wanted to provide a challenge for members who are eager and game for it.

And technically speaking, though the Steed's Headstone is an artefact, it is very much a rank! :D So congrats, you earn your first rank quite easily by simply becoming a studio member!

There are of course your easier to achieve ranks if you want to have a go but not overly commit to grinding out some progress - but beyond that there are ranks to grind my fellow darksiders fans. And the Crucible is one of your friends here in that regard!

I'd like to have some ranks actually grant access to certain parts of the server, but I don't want to feel like it's excluding people, however I - again - want to provide a means of something enjoyable and for members to engage in. This is all meant to be fun in the end.

I want to create as many accessible yet immersive and challenging ranks to get but also leave some on the spare line for future content considering the 250 role limit. Sort of like... dlc content? I don't know. XD

EXTRAS

Just a bit of a sneak peek at the calendar...

Who's excited for Death December? And those of you who know Strife September... Now we've got a calendar where everyone - creators and studio members can come together and post content!

Lookie lookie - to keep it accessible for all, there are regular channels and 18+ channels. and look Jer! War's got two months! (If you know, you know, if you don't... uuuuh- UHHHHHHH 👀)

And let's take a look at the Crucible category, yeah?

So I'd like to incorporate the events system discord has in place to announce upcoming tournaments that are duals and combat related. These can range between powerful and elite enemies against members to even the Horsemen themselves. Compete alone... or with friends of 4.

Mini games are still in the heavy wip stage but they're just little competitions and friendly games to play together.

Challenges are something like what you'd experience in the darksiders games, where you take on waves of enemies, but again, this is in wip mode right now. Not only that however, either in the challenges - or another challenge channel - members can actually initiate creators to compete against one another! Whether that be by writing/art prompts or perhaps to challenge each other/ocs in a dual.

Now the leaderboard does act as a bit of a rank in the Crucible, however it's use is to really keep track of competitor's progress, just so then I can keep track of thing. (As of now, I don't have a bot in place to assign roles, so I'll be having to do that manually).

Prizes! Who doesn't like prizes? Tell me, Vulgrim. Yeaaah, he doesn't wanna admit it but the cute plushies are growing on him. As mentioned above, certain keys can be won/rewarded as prizes after competing and winning in the Crucible. Some other prizes are in the workshop, one of which hehe - I'm making a bit of a tarot/deck of cards that can be won and are also collectables. If these do become a collectable for members, I'm just wondering if I should instead do illustrated ones cause I think that'd be cooler and more unique. Level up my art skill tree!

Here's a sneak peek at that... There are 2 variants: Light and Dark to match the server's themes.

Cards backing

Cards front

Also shout out to @scarletknightreterns for giving me an interactive idea to possibly implement into the server which I am keen to do hehehe! I can't promise that it will be available upon the server's first launch. If it's not, it will be featured in the upcoming updates/announcements for the server! As mentioned, the server will get updates to improve member experience and to build a stronger community.

Phew okay, I think that just about covers all that I wanted to discuss in the update. Thank you to those who are eager to join and sending through those 🐴 I really appreciate it. With any luck the discord will be up soon and the guide as well on my carrd masterlist for a more in depth explanation for those who might be a little confused.

Alrighty, take care all!

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi baby, Im super like not myself lately and my writing has been suffering for it (I haven't touched my laptop since last week 🫠). Just wanted to pop in, say hi, I love you and I'm gonna be lurking and rereading fics on your page tonight for my own personal comfort. Also whenever you feel like it, I've been thinking about black vamp reader and sev going out for their first hunt together, that's all 🥺🥲 Kisses if you want them ladybug 😚

marsssss a million kisses for you baby i'm sorry you're in a funk <3. i love you so so so much i hope you feel better soon! also, yes, lets do it!

disclaimer!! i'm white-- so i'll try to make it an obviously black reader-- but if i make any mistakes just lmk and i'll change it asap!!

men and minors dni

sevika's nervous-- you can tell.

she hasn't let go of your hand since you arrived, and each time someone walks beside your hiding spot-- a dark little alcove in the alley behind a bar-- she gasps.

you squeeze her hand. "relax." you whisper. she huffs.

"can't we just eat more rats for a while?" she asks. you giggle.

"do you want to eat more rats?" you ask. she hums.

it took her a while to adjust to her new life as a vampire. she loves flying-- and even now, a month in to her transformation, she still giggles every time her feet leave the floor.

she's got beef with your little bat friend now that she can understand it-- and the feeling seems to be mutual, since he's always lunging at sevika and making her scream when he comes to visit you. they're both jealous-- possessive of you and your attention. you think it's cute.

when it comes to feeding though, sevika's still a little hesitant.

it's not the killing that puts her off-- hell, she does that anyways.

it's just that sevika became familiar with feeding with you, her acting as the blood bag. she thinks of it as something inherently intimate-- something that's meant to bond two people, something vulnerable.

and while it can be that, most of the time it's much more brutal and much less sexy-- and sevika's had some trouble wrapping her head around it.

but you've gotten tired of draining rats with her-- you miss the full bodied taste of human blood. and she's not really a fan either-- the fur tickles her too much for it to be enjoyable.

which leads you to now.

"what about him?" sevika asks as a drunk man stumbles by your hiding spot. you snort.

"he's not drunk enough." you say. sevika huffs.

"how long do we have to wait?" she whines, tugging your hand in hers. you giggle and press a kiss to her cheek. she relaxes at the press of your lips on her skin.

"as long as it takes, babe." you say. she sighs.

"you didn't tell me being a vampire would be so boring." she groans. you giggle.

"i did, actually." you say. sevika pouts. "c'mon, you don't have any enemies you wanna drain?" you ask. sevika huffs.

"i already told you! i don't have enemies-- at least not for long. i took care of 'em all already." she says, pouting again. you snort.

"so we're stuck here until you make a new one or someone comes stumbling by wasted." you say. she sighs. you kiss her to placate her again, and she hums against your lips. "it's not all bad." you remind her. "i never had a companion with me on my hunts-- this is fun."

"oh, have i been demoted to companion now?" she asks, glaring at you. you giggle.

"well, i don't see a ring on my finger." you say, teasingly wagging your fingers in front of sevika's face. she growls.

"you proposed to me! i don't need to get you a ring!" she cries. you laugh, reaching forward to fiddle with the ring that you pushed on her finger a month ago.

"i'm just saying-- until we say our 'i do's, legally, you're just my roommate."

"you're the one who won't let me take you to the courthouse--"

"they're up top and only open in the daytime! we can't get burnt on our wedding day sev!"

she grumbles, and you lean forward to kiss her again. she sighs against your mouth, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you against her body. you run your hands through her hair and tug, pulling a moan out of her.

just when she starts shoving a thigh between your legs, something down the alleyway clatters. you both look up and watch as a burly man doubles over and vomits behind a dumpster.

"hmm." you say, licking your lips as you examine the man. he's big enough for you to both get a decent drink from him, and drunk enough that he won't remember it in the morning. sevika nudges you.

"him?" she asks. you shrug.

"dunno. it's your first hunt, you tell me." you say.

you watch as sevika's eyes flit up and down the barfing man, her pupils widening and her tongue coming out to lick her lips in hunger.

"he... he's pretty drunk." she says. you nod.

"blacked out, probably." you say. she bites her lip. "can you smell him?" you ask. sevika sniffs the air, and her stomach rumbles. you giggle.

"f-fuck." she whispers.

"better than rats, right?"

"way better." she whispers.

"so?"

"i think it's him." she says, nodding at you. you smile.

"you wanna take the lead or just watch on your first hunt?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"you go first-- i wanna see you in action." she says. you smile, kiss her cheek, then duck out of the alcove.

instinct takes over pretty quick. in a flash, you're in the air and flying over toward the man. you wait for the perfect moment, when he stands back up from vomiting, and then move in a flash.

your hand clamps over his mouth and your limbs wrap around his torso as you sink your teeth into his thoat from behind.

there's a muffled gasp and then a bit of a fight, but in a few seconds, he goes limp and falls to the pavement below him. you take a few big gulps from his artery, then pull off his neck and look over to where your fiance is watching you from her hiding spot.

"c'mere!" you call. she slowly walks over.

"'s a lot more scary when you're not doing it to me." she says. you chuckle.

"yeah, well, i wasn't as gentle and loving with him as i am with you." you say as sevika kneels on the other side of the man between you. you gesture at him. "go ahead." you encourage her.

sevika licks her lips as she looks down at the man beneath her, and then she leans down, lines her teeth up to the puncture wounds you'd left in his throat, and starts drinking.

"fuck." you whisper. she hums and looks up at you from where she's drinking, groaning at the taste. "that's so hot." you say. sevika laughs through her nose.

the blood in your body is filling you with strength and magic, and something warm starts bubbling in your stomach as you watch sevika drink from the holes you'd made in your victims neck.

it's hypnotizing. her throat bobs with each sip, there's a sweet furrow in her brow, and the little hums and grunts she lets out with each sip are incredibly tantalizing.

she's still new to it, and she's incredibly messy as she drinks. blood's covering her chin and cheeks, dripping slowly down her throat, and when she pulls away from him with a gasp, you nearly cum in your pants at the sight of your lover grinning and satisfied and covered in blood.

you launch yourself over the man between the two of you and tackle sevika to the pavement. she grunts as she lands, but quickly starts to laugh as you start licking up the blood covering her skin and grinding down against her thighs.

"fuck." you grunt. "you're so fucking hot." you whine.

"shit, i feel so..."

"warm?"

"yeah." she says, giggling-- a little high from the euphoria of finally drinking human blood. you grin then press your lips against hers. after a minute of making out, sevika pulls away with a gasp. "i want you." she says. you moan.

"you can have me."

sevika pushes you off of her then drags the two of you back into your hiding spot, quickly pushing both of your shirts under your armpits and pulling your pants down to your knees.

it's clumsy and messy and sticky with blood, but neither of you care as you grope and lick and kiss one another anywhere you can reach.

you're both high on blood, giggling and euphoric as you clumsily collide. it's a blur of brown skin on brown skin-- blood on fingertips and spit on lips as you grind and grope each other mindlessly.

you cum together, gasping against each other's mouths and shivering in each other's hands, and when you catch your breath, the first thing you say is "oh, i fucking love you."

sevika huffs and smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"i love you too." she says, laughing. "i'm glad we still fuck after eating-- i was sad to let that go when you turned me." she says. you giggle.

"not regretting it after your first real feed?" you ask, tugging your pants back up over your ass and helping sevika button her own. she scoffs.

"hell no-- that was amazing. does it always taste that good?" she asks. you smirk and nod.

"of course, he's got nothing on your blood-- but i think that was more of a love thing than a taste thing." you say. sevika giggles.

"fuck off-- i taste amazing."

you grin. "yeah, you do." you say, shoving your thigh against her cunt. she gasps, then giggles.

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Keep Thinking About Gale x Single Mom!Tav

A/N: Shout-out to @leighsartworks216 for letting me ramble to them about it. I just need to get all this stuff rattling around in my brain out.

I know, I know, Gale repeatedly says he's not father material, but have you considered that I want him to be a dad anyway and it's cute

So in my brain this single mom is named Gwen (Guinevere); a half-elf, wild magic sorceress

She came from a fairly well to do family, married a handsome and acceptably rich merchant and soon had a child on the way

Problems came when she gave birth to a healthy baby girl, who also happened to be a teifling

Seen as a bad omen, both her family and husband wanted her to give up the child, she refused causing her husband to leave her and her family to reject her

She didn't let that stop her though and soon she found a new home for her and Clara

Over the next eight years she worked hard to build a life for herself and make sure Clara never doubted for a moment she was loved

Gwen knew the world would be hard on her girl, so she made a point to build up her confidence and teach her it's never wrong to fight back when people are treating you unfairly; you can't take that shit lying down

Blunt and a bit intense, Gwen has seen and done plenty of shit and thought she finally had a handle on her life; and then she got kidnapped by illithids

Still haven't played the game, so I can't give a play by play of every interaction, but I do know early game she would be a bit distracted

Obviously her first goal is to figure out if her daughter is okay so it frankly is the only thing on her mind until she gets her hand on a sending scroll or something like it

Only after does she confirm that Clara is safe and with people she trusts can she focus on the task at hand

Takes a liking to Gale basically from the word go; he's respectful, he know hows to cook, he keeps making comments about his tongue, there is only so much a woman can handle

Gods know it has been a while since she's gotten laid

He starts rambling about magic and she can't not fuck him

Gale is hesitant at first because first the orb, second Gwen has made no secret she had a child and Gale doesn't see himself as father material, and three because he does really, really like her and doesn't want to make promises he can't keep

I'd say they're able to meet Clara before they head come to Baldur's Gate so Gale and the rest can meet her earlier; and to give Gwen some peace of mind

Clara is a very curious and headstrong, both of which Gale can appreciate; he can see why Gwen was so determined to get back to her, which only makes him admire her more

Also, quick aside about the rest of the companions; Wyll and Karlach would be ready to baby sit at any given moment, Lae'zel admires the child's fighting spirit and absolutely gifted her a sword, Shadowheart enjoys her more mischievous tendencies, and Astarion is classic wine aunt who hates all kids except Clara (he's been helping her stage of coup of the swing set)

Eventually feelings are confessed between Gale and Gwen leading to a proper relationship (and Gwen actually getting laid)

Gwen is absolutely not having it with him trying to blow himself up or becoming a god

Mystra: You must destroy yourself and the orb. Gale: Alright, let me ask Gwen. Mystra: No, that's not--. Gale: She said no.

Once everything is said and done, I'm going back and forth on if they would settle in Waterdeep

Clara has friends and it would be hard to ask her to leave, but I think Gale could compromise and get a position at a different magical university closer by

Either way, Gale settles into the domestic life rather nicely and dives head first into being the best father to Clara he can be

He absolutely devours every parenting book he can get his hands on, only to throw it all out the window once he's actually in it; Gwen did warn him, but old habits and all that

Probably waits a little longer to actually get married to see how they all function as a family together first; plus he wants to properly ask Clara if she's okay with him marrying her mother

I've got other random thoughts, but that about covers it for now, if you want to know more, feel free to drop an ask! I'm up for anything.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request general hc artorias from dark soul?

I can try, here's what I got, didn't ask for help this time lol!

Yandere! Knight Artorias the Abysswalker Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Corruption, Death, This one is sad, Artorias going insane, Barely yandere but hey it's sad, Angst, His backstory makes me cry, Dubious companionship.

Artorias is a hard one to write for due to the nature and fate of his character.

He was one of Gwyn's four main knights, one accompanied by a wolf companion (Sif).

His mission was to fight against The Abyss, the darkness of humanity.

However, he failed such a task, despite what his legend says.

He was meant to prevent the spread of The Abyss… but that is impossible.

He is a knight devoted to a futile task.

There isn't much about Artorias personality-wise.

However, pulling from cut voice lines and lore videos, this is what I got.

Due to Artorias being a knight of Gwyn, I imagine he'd be stoic and valiant.

He'd be like your traditional knight, one ready to die for his beliefs and king.

He'd die for what he cares about.

You could also assume he takes on a protector role due to this, especially when he is committing to a futile/impossible task.

I'd also assume Artorias would be worried about his obsession being corrupted like him, increasing his possible protective behavior.

I HC that Artorias knows he's corrupted and tries to prevent the same for you.

His mind is torn… but he can't let it win.

He's meant to be a knight who saves the princess from Manus and The Abyss.

Yet… that isn't his fate.

He may try to fight it… but soon he'll be a monster too.

Even then he'd probably still try to defend his obsession, perhaps even having Sif help.

Even in his corrupted state he'd still look after you.

Imagine if the start of his corruption is what made him yandere?

It infects his mind and all he can do is worry about you.

Oh… he just has to keep you safe!

But wait… he can't have anyone else near you.

What if you're corrupted? What if someone takes you?

What if he fails you?

Even when he breaks his arm he'd still fight with such an uncharacteristic amount of ferocity.

You would be able to tell The Abyss has made the once loyal knight feral.

Even towards you he isn't himself… yet he often hesitates.

No, he still can't hurt you.

The darkness may whisper into his head to make him go insane.

The Abyss may slowly eat away at him.

But he cares for you too much to hurt you.

Artorias keeps telling himself he needs to get you out of here, he needs to prevent your corruption.

However, he also considers the idea of locking you away with him.

You could be in so much more danger if he abandons you… no… if you abandon him.

In that case… he should keep you with him.

The Abyss may alter him, but he needs you.

You'll be lost without him, won't you?

So, against his better judgment, he reaches for you.

With The Abyss clawing at him… he takes you in.

You may struggle… but he tells you he's protecting you.

The Abyss corrupts you both.

You are unable to fight as Artorias holds you close.

Sif will live on and remember both of you… but you two will no doubt die together.

His legend says nothing of you… but you were with him.

Artorias cherishes you more than anything.

Even willing to have you corrupted just to be your protector until the end.

Is this what he truly wanted, or did The Abyss corrupt his mind.

No one will know except for him