#killed as many of them as he could in one night

[eeboyysworld]

“ Do you think you’ll kill for me one day? “

“Yes, of course i will my darling..”

Gi-hun!X Male!reader X In-ho!

Genre: Smut

Warnings?: Blood(Ofc its squid game), Blindfolds, reader is restrained, Dacryphilia , Degradation, Double penetrating from both ends,sexual voyeurism, ( guard being a pervert ) Bottom reader!

Player 001 and Player 456,Both mysterious in their own ways,you couldn’t tell if they loved each other or hated each other..And somehow, you managed to get yourself in the middle of them..literally.

You couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you the same way they did, and no matter how many times you ignored it, the itch never went away.Their eyes forever stamped onto your skin. It was confusing..did you like it..or did you not?.It didn’t matter, in the end you were always seeking their approval. And they gave you it.

The bathroom you stood in was rather clean, probably because it’s only used once a year and by minimum people.The two men practically dragged you with them, Gi-hun murmuring “need to discuss the next game.” Not finding the need to leave, you let yourself get dragged into, realistically, the best night since you got into this shit-hole.

Understandably you were very awkward, especially in this position. The rope ached your wrists, leaving a red mark behind, the musk of blood and sweat inhabited your senses, a black void covered your sight, leaving you ultimately defenceless.Shivering as a rough hand grabbed your chin, a finger soothing your blood dried cheek.

“Look at you..being so obedient for us.” The mellow voice cooed at sight of you,” If only you could see how desperate you are.”

Biting your lip,as it drew blood, you couldn’t respond even if you wanted to.”-Ah ..stop teasing the poor thing.” Gi-hun, your saviour, the one who picked you up on the first game introduced to you and the many others, you owe him your life.And he knew that, although he didn’t want your life, just your body, and who were you to deny such a person like him.

Warm arms picked you up and perched you onto a lap, tight hands embracing you.Heart pounding with excitement, grounding down into the lap beneath you, his hips shuddering, suddenly he gripped your hips, stopping your movements. Tsking , “ You don’t get to decide when to move.-“Nipping at your neck, leaving kisses,he continues.” Only we get to decide your every step.”

Short breaths left you, red faced as they continue to bather you with dirty words and affection.Confusion was written all over your face, lips stuck in a pout.

Gi-hun’s sharp teeth sank into the crane of your neck, licking over the marks he left.Behind you, In-ho continued to grind into you, moving your hips along with his pace.They’re scents made you dizzy, pleasure and irritation flowed inside you,mewling from the amount of attention you received and the little attention for your own release.

“We have to hurry, before we get caught.” You had gotten used to the torment you got from them ,that it surprised you when a pair of cold hands yanked the green joggers down, a gasp left your chapped lips, the pre-cum stained the boxers you worn, leaving the tip cold.

“Come here baby-“ although your sights were removed from you , you stood up ,legs wobbly clinging onto the man you called your saviour. He kissed with passion and love, completely different from the man behind you, who was shoving his pants off, cock sprung and aching for touch.

Removing you from the other , he spat right onto your hole , sliding a finger up and down before shoving it in you without warning. “Mmgh-“ hiding into the crook of gi-hun’s neck, biting down on the sweater he wore, drool labouring down the fabric

“Already undone by just a finger-“ picking up the pace , “-Pathetic slut.” another was added and it continued until you were ready for him. By the time the prep was done , you were a wreck, back arched and tears stained the cloth, spit connecting with whatever you could latch on to hide the mewls you couldn’t hold in.

Being thrown into the stoic man’s lap yet again , his hands guided you down onto his length, giving a second to adjust before he lifted you up, leaving the tip to almost slip out, and then slammed right down again. Head thrown back as he continued to plung in and out , wet noises engulfed the bathroom, leaving whoever was out there to wonder.

Without time to recover, another hand yanked your head down, mouth gapped open allowed the other man ,who was watching before deciding to give in.” I hope you forgive me after this..” you had no clue what he meant, until a few moments passed before something was shoved into your warm mouth, his nails digging into your [h/c] locks, rocking you back and forth to meet in-ho’s harsh thrusts.

Whatever sense you had left was all gone out the window , you didn’t care if someone were to walk in and catch you guys , your cock needed touch, aching and red,and the two didn’t care for your needs.

Part of you wanted to get mad at them for it, but the other obeyed, leaving your tip over flowing with pre-cum.

Spit dripped down onto the floor , the moans leaving you too fast to comprehend the squeaky entrance door opening slightly.

Slaps echoed the room leaving no trace for anything else to be heard. Frankly, the guard hadn’t had a clue on what was happening, why were you guys taking so long. He wasn’t gonna find out , if it wasn’t for the rectangle head to appear, he wouldn’t have.But he was just a lousy triangle.

After being in there for one second, he knew what was happening in that stall. He should be putting his gun up, telling you guys that wasn’t allowed, atleast make himself known.But no, it was like he was in a trance, probably form the lack of attention he didn’t get lately, this damn job didn’t give him time to get laid .

Sneaking as quiet as he can, peeking through the hole, eyes wide at the sight that he interrupted. He landed on you , all messy hair and cock left unattended,oh how he would love to grant you some sweet release. He didn’t know your name, he might as well call you slut,after all that’s what he sees, just a whore allowing himself to be used like a cock sleeve.

Without batting a breathe , he slipped past his briefs and palmed his hard on, biting his lip to refrain himself.

You three were completely unaware of the audience you received, too lost in the temporary bliss.

They were close, you can tell with the way they became sloppy, clenching down onto the length nestled in you to help him finish. Sucking a little hard and repeatedly swallowing. “ You really know -mmh..know -how to drive a man crazy don’t you sweetheart.”

You could come without anyone touching you with their words, you were about to ,until a hand gripped your base with force. Immediately whining and writhing in their grip. How mean.

Without much warning , besides the shuddering of their hips, gi-hun pulled out before slamming back in before he painted you with his cum.The wet warmness from both men made you shiver. Your gummy walls coated white, marking you as theirs.

One last passionate kiss and lingering touches from the both of them and you guys were out of there, ready to take on whatever came your way (literally).

Only problem was, you didn’t have your release. That had you tossing and turning the whole night.

Maybe the guard from earlier would help you.. afterall you weren’t picky.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

AN: ain’t alor of squid game and male readers 😔 so here you go‼️ sorry if it’s bad 🙏

Ps Let me know if I should make more

[heartandbow]

Midnight Blue

BUCKY BARNES X FEM!READER SMUT

summary: Bucky hated you in many different ways, and tonight was no exception. tw; smut, choking, dom!bucky.

Despite Bucky's reputation of being big, bad, and dangerous, there is yet to be a time he ever scared you. Even now, where he was in the very building somewhere to kill you, you knew his only weakness — he couldn't sneak around.

It's not surprising when you think about it. With his death stare and metallic arms, anybody would spot him coming from a mile away. You just have to make sure you're faster than him, which happened to be your specialty. Being a thief for the last few years taught you everything there is to know about blending in with the shadows.

Which was a shame, you thought, because I look nice today.

You did look nice. You were currently in a gala for some valiant cause or other, hosted by some rich businessman you hadn't bothered to catch the name of. You had on your midnight blue gown, embedded with pearls that reflected off the champagne glasses and Rolex watches.

"Excuse me," one of the attendees said, tapping your shoulder. "Are you Miss Malley?"

"No," you smiled broadly, knowing the guy was about to hit on you any second.

"Oh, my mistake." He had a sheepish grin. "I'm Shane. Can I buy you a drink?"

"The drinks are free," you said, grinning right back.

"I know."

"Aren't you busy trying to find Miss Malley?"

"Who?" The smile hadn't worn off.

This particularly uninteresting conversation was cut short by sudden silence at the gala. The foolish sack of a man had diverted your attention just enough that you saw a metallic death stare at the end of the gala — a stare that seemed just for your particular demise.

Don't panic, you thought, staring right back. He wouldn't dare hurt you with this many people present. Even then, he was making his way towards you. You moved away, silent as a ghost.

With each turn of crowd, you realized you might quite possibly be stuck. Bucky had brought in reinforcement ranging from Natasha Romanoff to Captain America, all of them in regal formal attire and in different corners. No one except Bucky had spotted you, possibly because he was the only person who actually had a personal vendetta against you.

Get out, your brain said clearly. Get out before they bring you to Stark. You had enough beef with that man to last for a lifetime.

You grimaced, then looked for the exit. Not the one that the attendees use, no, that would be too easy. You headed for the staff exit, the one behind the kitchen.

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Half an hour later, you were walking through the dark alley, your heels clinking against the pavement. You were exhausted from all the walk, but you were used to this dance by now. Move until the target is off your back. That's how it's always been.

You wondered if you'd ever get tired of the steps.

Someone whistled. You turned to see a man around his late 40s, clearly drunk out of his mind.

"How much for the night, sweetie?"

You squinted. He looked harmless enough. You kept on walking, ignoring his continuous calls behind your back.

"Don't be like that! What, I'm not young enough for you? I thought your kind took money from anyone with a dick!"

You had half a mind to punch him in the face with the hidden knife.

No, walk on. Last thing you need is a corpse on the street.

A second passed, then two. The man's immediate silence ticked off your senses. You turned around to see him on the floor, unconscious. Somehow, it did not look like it was the alcohol that took him out.

You were almost impressed when a knife appeared at your throat from behind.

"You're getting better at sneaking around," you said proudly. "You didn't have to knock him out though. Chap was not laying a hand on me."

"Shut the fuck up." Bucky's raspy voice sent a jolt of adrenaline down your spine. His anger was controlled, but you still could hear it.

"Your wish." You stepped on his shoes. He let out a pang of hurt, not expecting your heels to feel that sharp.

One moment of distraction, that's what cost him. You whipped your gun and faced him, smile on your face.

"How did you find me?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"That hardly matters." He put his hand out, grabbing the gun, or trying to anyways. You stepped out of the way just in time and he grunted.

"You need to loosen up. Like the night we did the Catherbury mission, remember?"

That only seemed to rile him up more. You didn't think he even cared that much about the fact that you were in Avengers a good deal of time before you sneaked into Stark's office, got his card, stole a great deal of gadgets and sold them off the black market. You didn't think he even cared you were the biggest thief in the city, one that fooled even the avengers.

His vendatta against you was personal, because he considered you his friend. The cold, cruel Bucky was duped for the world to see.

"I really think we should sit down and talk," you said, the gun still held high. "Everything I did was business Bucky, stop taking it so personally."

Bucky's face showed just a tinge of hurt, but then he hurled — no weapons, no hesitation. Just full-on pounced on you, and your back hit the wall.

"If everything wasn't so fucking personal, shoot me," he practically spat out those words.

You realized you hadn't even thought of using the gun that lay hanging lifeless from your hands. You tried to grip it, but Bucky pushed his hand on top of it, bending the metal seamlessly in a way it was upside down. You let it go and tried to move.

Bucky clapped his hands on the wall on either side of your head. His eyes were smeared with charcoal and he smelt like musky cologne.

"Where's your disappearing act now?" he whispered, making you feel all sorts of things.

"Let me go," you said, gritting your teeth. God, he was standing too close.

He bent his head down and brought his lips near your ears.

"You've no clue how long I wanted to have you like this," he said, making your heart skip a beat. "Unescapable, vulnerable, scared."

"I'm not scared."

"You should be." He put his hand — the non-metallic one — over your throat. His touch was gentle, but the message was clear; he could kill you in a touch.

Though it didn't help that you liked it a little too much.

"How did you find me?" you asked again, calmly.

"Shane is my friend. He put a GPS tracker on you. I knew you'd run so all I had to do was wait."

You were impressed yet again.

"How did Shane find me? I was blending in the crowd well."

Bucky's eyes shone brighter. "You weren't going to blend in with a dress that beautiful," he stopped, removing his hand. It was as if he just realized how close he actually was to you. His eyes slid down to your lips just a second. His hands started lowering from the wall to your waist.

Then his lips were on yours, and you could have sworn he put all his anger into it. One kiss and he was prying your lips open, making out with you in that dark alley with a knocked out man five feet away.

"James," you whined between kisses, pulling him closer. The moans did things to his brain. He slid his hands through the slit of your dress, grabbing your thigh with a force that had you unnerved.

"Can I—"

"Yes."

He closed your mouth with his other hand. "No, listen to me first. I want you to mean it. Completely. Because I don't know the things I'll do to you when you say yes."

In response, you took his hand from your thighs and slid them higher, right into your panties. You pressed your body against his and you could feel him being hard.

"I hate you," he said curtly, then picked you up with effortless strength. Two minutes and you were in a secluded part of the alley, and he was setting you down on an old bench. He bent down, keeping eye contact with you all the while.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. You moaned, but didn't move. He dragged your lips from your collarbones to the edge of your neckline, and pulled the dress down.

Without waiting a beat, he took off your bra and kissed your nipples.

"Bucky," you whined, and all he did was bite down harder. He let his hand drag down and pushed two fingers right into your pussy. The pain was immediate and pleasurable. His pace was slow and you started grinding on his fingers for more friction.

"Shush," he said, taking off his fingers and setting you up straight. "Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?"

"Yes," you said, moving in for a kiss. He turned his head away.

"Beg."

"Fuck me Bucky, please." You moved your hand to his pants, and he looked like he might lose all control. A few seconds of unbuckling and he took you in his arms, pressing you down to the bench and spread your legs wide.

You were wet already, and the sight of his big, hard cock hadn't helped. You were dripping down your panties.

"Beg," he said again, taking off your panties and throwing them away.

"Please fuck me, James, fuck—" you gasped when he thrust his dick in you. A moment of holding onto his hand and he was fucking you like you were his. He leaned over and bit down on your neck. A kiss and a few sucking and you knew that was going to leave a mark.

You didn't care. You were being dicked out of your soul and you were taking every second of it.

Then it stopped. He pulled away from you, his dick still hard. You were confused to see that big smile on his face, even more so when he started zipping his pants.

"You left me three months ago," he said, straightening his hair. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Next time you think of me, I want you to think of me fucking you like you're my bitch. How having my hands on your throat was enough to make you wet."

Revenge. That's what it was?

"You wanted to fuck me to make me regret lying to you?" you asked breathlessly, feeling ashamed that it already worked.

Bucky smiled. "I wanted to fuck you for a whole lot reasons Y/N, but I also want you to knock on my door and apologize, preferably on your knees and begging. On all fours. I'd sacrifice the rest of the night to see that."

He pulled you up and put the dress on tidily. "Goodbye. And, you really do look beautiful."

Motherfucker, you thought to yourself as he left.

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[ablobwhowrites]

I had this y/n idea as I was watching the justice league series.

Like a y/n who is a vampire but maybe lives with the Wayne's cause bat family and stuff or something else I'll think of later but as people think vampires are mysterious and powerful but y/n isn't any of those things yet. They are more like a big sweetheart to people. They sometimes wish to be a regular human so they are able to fit in, seeing people out in the sun enjoying its warm that y/n wishes to bath in a well as everyone else but they also enjoy the moon and stars but man made and made by nature. They always regret having to drink blood to survive but has mostly been trying to survive on human food but does have to force themselves to get blood but not enough to kill someone but to sustain themselves but Everytime they try, they always back down and try to find another source.

Being found by Batman when they where basically starving to death without any human blood was somewhat of a blessing and a curse as they kinda stay in the bat cave for a while as Bruce was trying to find out what y/n was until he found out that bascially y/n was on the brink of death but after helping them. They kinda owe Bruce their life as in vampire code (also not wanting to sleep in a cold abandoned wearhouse again) plus meeting the bat family was alright just kinda weird at first because y/n was kinda a stranger that was found by Bruce but now has a stronger relationship with the family as Damian, Jason, Tim and Dick see y/n as their sibling and Bruce seeing y/n as his child who can turn into a bat. But they do keep y/n away from the windows when the curtains aren't closed. also thinking of y/n having the classic long pretty hair but they sometimes hate it cause they have to wear a hair ties a lot because it always gets in their face. Also one hundred percent believe that y/n has those weird reflective eyes that animals have when light is shined on them or something like that so when Damian was up getting a late night snack he just saw y/n in the dark making something and paused when getting caught by Damian (they had to share their late night snack with Damian) also think that they got a bed with those bed canopy's but when Alfred checks on y/n in the morning finds them either in their bat or human form hanging upside down asleep.

Y/n doesn't smile or try to laugh showing their teeth much as many times it has scared people who see them. So they don't like their teeth than much so always tries to do a close mouth smile or when they laugh try to cover their mouth or look away. Also I think y/n never knew their biological parents and think they might never find who they are, as they image they could have been born human than they would have so many friends and maybe even get to explore the world without fearing the sun would burn them or to killed because they are seen as a monster.

I imagine they meet superman by accident as they snuck out for a bit to spread their wings and fly a bit before heading back and somehow bump into superman because to superman seeing a person on the edge of a tall building would be concerning but y/n got scared seeing superman flying at them and fell off their ledge but transformed into a bat and got away. And superman bringing it up to Batman at the justice league headquarters and Batman is all like 'y/n is going to be in big trouble when I get home'

(that's all I got RN but if you guys like it. Please don't be shy and request your ideas for this y/n or any kind but for now I'll see y'all later and please stay safe and drink water!)

[nemesis-writer]

Five Minutes (Chapter 1)

Masterlist No choice TW: Neglect, mentions of blood, mental illness

10 days later...

"So who is she?", Duke asks.

"She's a criminal now." Tim replies, he gets up just to drink a beer.

"No she isn't" Jason retorts.

"Then what is she?" Duke asks.

"She's a child, or should I say was a child", Jason interjects.

"She's just being temperamental and probably just throwing a tantrum." Damian jibes.

"She killed all yakuza leaders with a katana," Jason retorts.

"She's definitely not Bruce's child, because there's no way that Bruce could do that." Duke jokes.

"She is. I took a paternity test." Bruce replies.

"She's getting smarter and better. She was supposed to be in the fortress where we keep the people who are too mentally insane to go to Arkham." Cassandra adds.

"I checked the security cameras of all the places she's been in and she has the ability to manipulate a person in to doing her malicious acts. Must be why she's able to escape every time by using someone else for her bidding. " Tim reveals.

Asylum, 10/11/2017,

"Hello, my name is chief Lawson, FBI. I'm here to ask you where you hid the bodies."

"Rotting apples with wasps feasting. Brown bananas with flies retreating. A fox in the night is ripping black bin bags open. Cats are eating a chicken casket after Sunday dinner. A white owl is gobbling a slaughtered mouse, happy, sitting on the evening fence. The brown rat is running for the bushes after stealing bread. A giant cow jawbone is found in the dirty ground. The tired young man died on the motorway bridge and was found. Zombied humans are eating out of plastic bins. Death is everywhere! Take a look inside – don’t be ignorant about what you find." She sings but keeps her back faced to the FBI.

"You're not really helping here lady." Lawson said.

"It's in the song, but if you don't listen then I can't help you." Eurus said.

She starts to stand up and go towards the glass.

"Step forward and touch the glass officer." Eurus feints.

"No, you give me answers lady."

"Or what? You'll shoot me? This is bullet-proof glass sweetheart." Eurus replies, "I'll touch it if you want."

The officer steps forward and touches the glass on for her to grab his neck and choke him to death.

End of recording...

"Lawson was supposed to be one of the best FBI detectives." Bruce says.

"He was. She's evolving and the longer we let her evolve, the more people will die." Stephanie adds.

"Why would she do this?" Bruce wonders

10 years ago...

Love can come from many forms and languages. It follows the same rules with hate, negligence, toxicity, and jealousy. It may not be shown all in one go, so it will gradually grow until it could eat you alive whole. Let's list what each has demonstrated.

Unintentional negligence: Bruce proves as a simple embodiment of this action. He found you to be insignificant and mediocre. When really your true colours were just about to shine.

Negligence based on superiority: Dick has quite the experience in that area. He always thought that people would look up to him and he would be the role model of the family. He never meant for his negligence to go as far.

Love relying on sufferings: Jason truly knew how broken you were and wanted to fix it. It took him too long to realise that you may be able to fix and broken mirror, but it would never be as it was.

Hate relying on significance: Tim is the obvious answer since he never truly cared for you. Until now. He hated the fact on how you were so 'naive' and 'helpless', that you don't deserve to live like them.

Hate and jealousy based on blood: Since you were the child of a common whore, Damian thinks of you as a whore and never a Wayne. He has a perfect assassin of a mother and a rich vigilante for a father to add up. You on the other hand, have nothing, and are nothing to him.

Toxic and fake interest: All the girls, Cassandra, Barbara, and Stephanie has a bond with you. They pretend to be interested and all ears when they really plan to hurt you and shut you up. They'd do anything just for you to back off. It was never true with them.

Love of a sibling and of keen interest: Duke has always wanted a sister who was normal. So far he assumes that you're the closest thing to normal that wasn't as fake as Cassandra, talkative as Steph, or as busy as Barbara. He understands your pain and wants to be the sibling you never had.

Present...

Each had their own description of their 'bond' with you. But things have changed, they changed. Why wouldn't you wanna go home for them?

Don't you see how much they treasure you now?

Come home little robin.

A/N: I kinda like this chapter because I'm basing it off from the BBC Sherlock Holmes Series and I hope you'd like it!

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[noxiwrites]

I have a request. if you’re taking it.

You know the body suits that have the little snap contract like a baby onesie?

I can’t stop thinking about either rafe or drew or both if you could write. if not then just pick which one you’d write. getting all hot and steamy with him and when it gets to him ripping your shirt off he can’t and it frustrates him and he tries to work the little buttons off but it’s confusing and he’s just like wtf is this and it’s cute how he’s trying to work your shirt off. I feel like rafe would rip it off and say he’d find you a knew one but Drew would try to be careful and not ruin your shirt.

Thank you!!! I love your writing and I know you have so many projects already so if you can’t write this it’s okay. Love you ✨

Patience

Note ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

Just a little short one based on the ask above to keep you guys spurred on till part six of forbidden ! (It’s coming I promise) love ya xx

Warnings ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

Slight smut, Rafe getting angry, flustered Rafe, little bit of a breeding kink if you squint, minimal proofreading

Word count ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

600

“Cm’ere, been waiting to get my hands on you all night,” rafe groans into your ear, hands gripping your waist as he kicks your bedroom door shut behind him. You’re not sure why, the house is completely empty at the moment.

You giggle, hands reaching up behind you to slide up his chin, pulling away to walk to the bed. You craw ontop of the sheets, making sure to give him a little wiggle of your ass before turning around and relaxing into the pillows.

“Come and get me then, baby,” rafe grins, tongue poking the inside of his mouth as his eyes dart up and down your body. He moves himself over to the bed, hands wrapping around your ankles, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

You squeal as he’s straight on his knees at the end of the bed, hands pulling at the button on your jeans and practically ragging them down your legs. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy,” he murmurs.

Your jeans are thrown somewhere in the room very quickly and you watch him raise an eyebrow at your body suit. His eyes find your own, halting his hands.

“You need some help, handsome?” You know his pride won’t let him admit he doesn’t know what he’s looking at and he shakes his head, observing the tight material keeping you from him. His fingers face up to the straps on your shoulders and you tut, stopping him.

His eyebrow raises and his hands slip back down, grazing your nipples through the fabric purposely. It’s cute, watching him struggle to figure out how to get it off you. You’ve worn this one before, and taken it off in front of him, but it’s obvious he’s never truly paid attention.

He grunts, fingers pulling the material around your pussy, almost eye level with it as he tries to find access to you. When his fingers dip into your folds behind the material, you hiss, leaning back on your elbows.

This was killing you both. You can see Rafe getting angrier by the minute, not being able to have you the way he wants you, hands toying with the body suit in any way possible. You bring your bottom line between your teeth, giggling as he finally finds the snap buttons that open and close the entire suit.

Still, he can’t figure it out. “Fuck me, is this a chastity belt?” He grips the material between both hands and pulls. The buttons pop, and you hear some of them clatter to the floor. He’s pushing the excess material up your stomach, grinning as you glare down at him.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he waves you off, happy again as his mouth attaches straight to what he wants the most.

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Can I request for Illumi, Pakunoda, Kurapika, Feitan, Pokkle from HXH and Aki and Makima from CSM with a tragic darling? Who was cursed to have a miserable and devastating existence? Who is forced to go through horrifying tragedies over and over again? And is destined to die a horrific and miserable death either by outside force, or the yandere themselves killing them and has no way to stop it?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, overprotective behavior, paranoia, isolation, abduction, violence, mentions of darling's death, suicidal behavior

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59 @hyakki-yosai

S/o is cursed with a miserable life

Kurapika Kurta

⛓️​It is your curse that has bought you into the clutches of Kurapika but even as you are stuck with him, your life doesn't end up being safer or more peaceful. Tragedies and accidents haunt you no matter where you hide or run to and the curse bestowed upon your life pushes Kurapika's mind quickly over the edge. His own sanity deteriorates at a rate he would have never expected as he fails over and over again to protect you from the fate that is inevitable for you. He doesn't believe your words, doesn't believe that an early death is the only outcome for your life. His eyes glow a scarlet red whenever you even utter those words as he blames you for having given up far too easily. His hunt of the Phantom Troupe is joined by a desperate pursuit for an exorcise who can remove the curse that has been cast upon you yet he is plunged into dark despair whenever they fail to shatter the fate that gets closer every day. The paranoia festers into an untamable beast as his hold on you tightens, his fear growing that one day you will slip through his fingers and he will lose you forever. Hatred, desperation and fear burn his eyes red, a colour that will forever stay with them the moment your fate catches up with you.

Pokkle

🏹​It is obsession that ties Pokkle forever to you yet he has been hurt more times than he has experienced the bliss that he once daydreamed about would come with a life with just the two of you. Your fate is one of suffering and heartbreak, your time on this earth limited. Pokkle has been witness to so many horrifying accidents and tragedies you have gone through and has never left any of them without bruises and scars all because he always shields you with his body to ensure that nothing happens to you. Mentally and physically he is shot. His hair is tousled, heavy eyebags rest under his eyes and he is constantly covered in bruises and wounds all because he is more than just desperate to protect you. At night he is too terrified to even sleep, dreads that you will pass away if he allows himself even a minute of rest. His emotions are all over the place, his sleep-deprived brain unable to function. In one moment he is sobbing in your arms that you can't leave him, in the next he's chaining you up with a hysterical look in his eyes. The moment everything happens as you have always known, he will fall into a deep depression where he will neglect himself until his weak body gives up on him.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎​Illumi is someone who believes himself to be in the right to own you and control you. It is the very curse of your existence that threatens this claim that he believes himself to have. You are kept separated from the rest of the clan much like Alluka as tragedies of yours should not befall the rest of the family. Only the butlers are there to protect you from yourself and only Illumi is the one who is allowed to converse with you at all. He denies you even the freedom of speaking that everything will be useless in the end as there is on force on earth that could save you, punishes you for speaking those words. He searches everywhere for an exorcist who will be able to release you of the curse you are in yet one after the other lets him down, their constant failures only being paid with their death in return as their existence is from that moment on of no worth for Illumi. Unable to control your life like he normally always does with his needles, Illumi finds himself filled with emotions that have his focus wavering, something that has never happened before. The moment you are no more he will move on with his life yet the memory of yours will be from that day on the curse haunting him.

Feitan Portor

☠️​There nothing to be gained from keeping you yet it is your defeated mindset that agitates him more than anything. It is clear that you have already given up and resigned yourself to your fate yet for Feitan this won't do. You are not allowed to wallow in self-pity whilst putting him through so much trouble. He will make you suffer somehow and if it is the last thing that he will do. Feitan refuses to give you over to your cursed fate, rebells against it as he hunts down everyone who may be able to break you free from the life that you are otherwise doomed to live. His patience is of no saint though as all threads snap whenever a failure happens and he lets out his growing frustration on those who failed his expectations. You are his. You are not allowed to die an early death that he has no control over. You aren't supposed to die already. The agitation, the helplessness, that he is put through as he slowly has to understand that there is indeed seemingly nothing he can do is guaranteed to drive him mad. Perhaps ending your life through his own hands is the only way for him to exhibit a semblance of control over your existence. It will not bring him any joy though. Only a memory to forever torment him.

Pakunoda

💘​Denial will not bring you very far nor will it bring Pakunoda very far. She is quick to understand that there is nothing she is able to do after trying and failing to figure out a way or to find a person who could ensure your survival. Even with all the connections and information that she has with her own Nen abilities as well as the Phantom Troupe there is nothing that she can do nor is there anyone else out there who could do anything to help you to lead a normal life. It is this knowledge that breaks her heart. The moment she accepts that though she decides that there is no reason for her to hold back with her own obsession. Time is ticking for you after all and it is ticking fast which leaves her with no time to take everything slow with you. Your own cursed fate leads Pakunoda to the decision to not hold anything back at all and to indulge in you as long as there is still time. She will not be denied the fleeting time that you have left on this earth. She herself comes to the conclusion that she will end your life at the end herself, giving you perhaps the most merciful death that you could have gotten. She will never be able to move on nor will she allow herself to do so though.

Hayakawa Aki

💙​Perhaps it is his own cursed fate that has led him to find you and has also guided him to fall in love with you. Aki's own life is marked with nothing but tragedies and failure so your fading existence seems to be the cherry on top of everything. What was he thinking, believing that he could do something right with the only person he has ever loved as intensely? Your past, your present and your future all shatter him as the facade he tries to put on so desperately around you shatters. Deep down Aki is after all still a boy who has never gotten over the pain of losing his entire family in one flashing moment. No words could describe what he is feeling as he sheds tears of frustration and fear, unable to breathe properly as he clings to you. Is this really it? Is this how your life is going to end? Is this how his life is going to end? Without a single memory that can be just happy without the stain of death and sorrow? Aki comes to genuinely hate his existence and curse whatever gods exist up there for putting him through so much, for the fact that they will even take you from him. The only thing he can do though is focus on his revenge after you are gone until he too will die full of misery and regret.

Makima

⛓️​What an anomaly you are. Makima is the Control Devil, the entire premise of her very existence is that she is the conductor who manipulates everyone. Yet she cannot control you. Your life is slipping right through her hands like sand as she can't hold on to it as you are cursed to die live and die in misery. In a way you are the very embodiment of everything she wants to get rid of as a world without pain, curses and death would be the ideal world for you. As of now she still hasn't achieved that goal of hers though and your time is ticking away. Still, she expresses no visible sorrow or grief even though she knows all about your fate. She doesn't know what it feels like after all, unable to react emotionally. Instead she searches for ways to keep you alive even if she has to use nonorthodox methods that might destroy the very core of your humanity. You will dangle within her chains one way or another and she doesn't care what methods and sorcery she has to resort to. She almost revels in the sensations she feels once you pass away though her goals aren still the same. She preserves your body, keeps it as she waits for a chance to bring you back. She will not tolerate her loss of control over you.

[starlightandfairies]

Sleepy

Description: Reader returns from work at the farm and curls up with Joel in bed

Warnings: she/her pronouns, swearing,

(View whichever Joel you want, show or game. I don't have any in mind. Regardless of what the gif is)

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

Word Count: 1,007

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First person's POV

Out of all possible responsibilities in the Jackson community, farm duty was possibly one of the better ones, I hated going beyond the gates. I have no fucking idea how I survived for the first twenty years this shit-show has been going on for. So, now that I have a safe place, I don't want to ever leave it. Working on the farm, while yucky at times, was super nice, I got to play with the lambs, collect eggs from the chickens and milk the cows. Honestly, got no clue how we even got these animals but you know, food is food and survive, survive, survive. 

I made my way to the house Joel and I shared. It was around 8pm, I had gotten all the animals into the barn and locked it up to prevent any incidents like last spring. Joel spent the day around the community, today, normally he goes out for runs out of the community to deal with the infected but he wasn't called in for anything like that today, he got to chill at home or try and do something productive because the poor man doesn't know how to not do anything. 

Joel always has to be doing something, can't just lie around or chill. Always working about, especially during the days. Nights were normally easier, he would play his guitar and he would read too. It was how I found him in bed tonight, after kicking off my boots by the front door and tossed my jacket on the couch and began making my way to the bedroom. 

Joel placed his book down across his chest, welcoming me with a warm smile, I groaned as I crawled onto the bed, moving under the blankets and nuzzled into Joel's side. I kissed his cheek, smiling as he snaked one arm around me to pull me closer into his side. 

"How was your day?" Joel murmured, resting a kiss on my forehead, his thumb stroking up and down my arm. 

"I helped one of the sheep give birth. It was gross but you know, kinda cool." He let out a warm chuckle, it was comforting and music to my ears. It always was. 

"You've killed so many infected and that grosses you out?" I shoved him lightly, grinning at the deep chuckle that left his lips. It rumbled in his chest and gave me tingles due to having my cheek pressed against his chest. 

"They creep me out too! How could they not? Besides, I ain't ever watched farm animals give birth before, not even before the outbreak in any kind of movie. Besides, those stalkers, always giving me a fucking heart-attack. I have every reason to be grossed out by both." Joel smirked at my remark, rubbing my arm again and rested another kiss on my forehead. 

"Yeah, I don't like them either. Don't know they're there until I'm caught in a damn grapple." Joel murmured, moving his arm as I rolled away, I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed what's close enough to a pair of pyjamas and crept into the bathroom, I did what I had to do and then made my way back out to bed to find Joel reading again. I hopped back into bed, placing my head on his shoulder to read the pages with him, once again he wrapped an arm back around me, trapping me within his hold, stuck between him and the book. Joel adjusted his hold on the book so I could read the words better. 

"What's this one about?" I whispered, quickly skimming over the pages he had opened, trying to see if I could guess what it was. Sometimes, before I decided to settle into the community and never leave the walls again, whenever, I went on a run, I'd always try and find intact books. It always made me happy whenever Joel, picked one up that I specifically chose for him. 

"The Shining by-" 

"Oh, by Stephen King? Hmm, I remember that Simpsons episode where they take off it. When the... I think it was Willie and he goes 'The Shinning!' Gosh, I miss tv." That was one of my favourite Halloween episodes that show did. Joel returned his attention to the book, at first I could read the pages fine, but with the silence and Joel's gentle touch along my arm, the words started becoming like hieroglyphics and my head started hurting from trying to understand what the fuck was going on. Nothing was translating and I knew I should close my eyes at this point but I wanted to stay in Joel's company awake. 

Joel's POV

I had been reading for a good twenty minutes, lingering on each page for a little while so y/n could catch up if she fell behind. However, she became very still, her breathing slow and steady. I finished the page, using the bookmark y/n made for me after one too many times of being berated (teasingly) for doggy-earing the pages and demanding that I use a bookmark for the foreseeable future. 

I placed the book on the bedside table, slowly removing my arm from underneath her, before rolling out of bed and ensuring she was lying comfortably, I froze as she nuzzled into her pillow the action and her quiet murmurs startling me into thinking she was waking up. Y/n really deserved to be sleeping more than she was, lately it had been nothing but work, sleep and getting up early. I just wanted her to rest up and not be pushing herself as badly as I normally did to myself. 

"Night, darlin' sleep well." I whispered and rested a kiss on her forehead. I wasn't tired myself just yet, so I turned out the light and made my way downstairs to sit on the porch with my guitar and enjoy the brisk air and the silence of the community. 

[orionchildofhades]

i wonder about viktor's childhood. about him growing up in the fissures. about him breathing in poisonous gases and starting coughing, falling because his leg wouldn't let him stay upright while he caught his breath. i think about the first time he built something. not even meaningful, or close to useful, finding loose screws and cogs on the ground and tightening them together in the shadows. i think about viktor after he met singed, when he came back and took care of a dying salamander, petting her, feeding her, listening to singed explain the basic of science to him, things he could not do with his hands but his mind, math, hard calculation. do you think singed taught him to read? and then he came back with the flowers to find the salamander dead. gone. keening in pain, attached to so many tubes, so many liquid, and wondering just for a second about his own fate. his lungs, his leg, his back. if he, too, was dying and would end like this. i think about viktor and wonder how he ended up in piltover, how he ended up as heimerdinger's assistant. no title, no name, no patron. i think about his own research before jayce and his arcane dream. do you think he was like sky? working on his research in a corner, trying to figure out how to bring it to heimerdinger? do you think about how he grew more confident, more sure of himself. he was alone, he could rely only on this fact, he brought himself in the academy, to where he stood then. how many people he had to fight for it, how many hours spent proving himself.

i also think about him riding on the dream that was hextech. seeing how his ideas could change the world, how his actions could have a positive impact. but it was not really his own but jayce's. they managed together, worked together, lost hours of sleep, dreamless nights of torturous hope for a breakthrough, days spent in pain hunched over a desk or running around to experiment with his leg and back killing him, but in the end, the hexgate was named as a project under jayce talis, jayce was the golden boy, the man of progress, he was heimerdinger's pupil, and the kirammans' protégé.

i think about viktor coughing the first drops of blood, realising his fate, seeing the salamander and knowing how she ended. he knows it's catching up with him now, he knows the clock ticking above his head started speeding up. and he rushes. he no longer cares if things could be dangerous. a decade of careful research and testing? he's lucky if he sees another full year, he cannot wait, cannot break. he goes to singed, he carves his skin, he wants to save the world but gods does he want to save himself too.

and he dies, but comes back, hating what he is but knowing it's his last chance. the rune, the hexcore, it tells through him, to him, but it's still a little bit of him inside. the way he feels, sees, knows, it's all changed but he's more himself than he will be later. he refuses to let singed use warwick, somewhere in him he likes what he managed to built, the people he could save. somewhere inside of him, he allows in a way he never could in piltover. he reaches inside vander and there is a new softness he never knew before, a wonder for feelings and memories that are not his, a care for what the world could be. there is also something of hunger in him, something between his and the arcane's, the control he likes to have, the knowledge nad security he has in his position, in knowing what he can or could do now. it's in the way he knows he cannot go back to what was before but cannot give it up either, its rolling a small cog in his hands when he can, rebuilding elements of his past life around his new one, bargaining with his visitors (no weapons, conditions) it's refusing to take the next step, leaving in the liminal space between viktor and the arcane, wandering the palace of vander's mind and resting with it while refusing to acknowledge jayce's pain in the lab. but the hexcore could not survive in his weakened body and therefore he needed to evolve.

and i think about the end of arcane and viktor's name being forgotten after all he did to make it stay, all he sacrificed, all he gave up. being told that he had to work for another decade for his project to see the light of day but feeling the clock ticking, the breath leaving his lungs, knowing that the next time blood rushed out of his airways could be the last he would break at all. i think about viktor who did not save a single soul, of his dream of helping the undercity, of him saving jayce on that first night after the council meeting, of sky, joyful and hopeful sky, vanishing in a heap of violent ash, of all the shimmer user dropping like flies once viktor fell, of jayce's face full of fear when he closed his fist around viktor's own. everything he was, could have been, would have been. the brightest flame burns the fastest indeed.

[unistaryo]

Hey I read recently one of your works and I really enjoy your style of writing and I find the way you write really comforting!!🙃☺️ I was going to ask if you could do headcannons on Alucard as a dad with another vampire. (I know canonically it wouldn’t happen ever but i was just curious lol)

Alucard as a dad with a vampire child (headcanons)

//I don't know how, but I somehow got extremely sick💀. So I'm sorry if this is ooc

I feel like you will most likely adopt a child who was turned into a vampire during a mission, immediately taking the role of a caretaker and forcing Alucard to do the same

The first couple of days or months he wouldn't really accept the role of the father figure

It would take a lot of convincing from your side for him to even stop trying to get you to stop parenting the child

He sees himself as someone who failed as a human, who willingly became a monster and he is very aware of his nature, Alucard can't comprehend how you can even think about him in such a positive way

But he will eventually comply in his own twisted way, maybe after your child has proven that while they can be a creature of the night, they still have some sort of humanity in them

maybe the child drank blood from an animal but is still compassionate to other people

Alucard loves and hates the child's innocence at the same time

He sometimes teaches your child how to control their vampiric powers, but it will mainly remain your responsibility (he's afraid the child will take too much after him)

He will definitely tease you a lot about your parental tendencies like "Where are you going? You know, you can barely handle one"

Despite this, his love and respect for you increased even more than before, again because he seems to value determination, will and courage

Alucard will definitely bring the child on a mission, maybe on one who isn't so bloody as usual. If you aren't on board with this he will do it in secret, unless you talk to Integra

Integra will command him to stop until the child has grown

The vampire does have his dad moments, trust me

He melts every time he sees you and his kid having a moment

If somebody other than a few range of specific people dares to comment about you two in a bad way, that person will either be traumatized for life to straight up killed

Alucard will play a lot with your child, he isn't far from teaching him how to transform and many more

Those two will prank soldiers in the most unhinged way

The child will love horror and adventure movies with extreme violence in the future, trust me

But, given how Alucard is one of their main caretakers, they will also become violent and mess with people on purpose (Alucard will either be entertained or curse himself because of this)

If something happens to the child, BLOOD WILL BE SHATTERED

He will have no mercy on whoever even looks at his kid in a weird way

(in Ultimate) Seras and Pip would be more than happy to help with babysitting, and the overall process of taking care of the child, more Seras actually, but Pip finds a good opportunity to get closer to the vampire

In the end, both of them will become extremely attached to your kid

Integra will remain distant, but it is clear she also cares a lot about the child, often forgetting they are a vampire

Walter will provide with the necessities but won't be extremely involved. But he will babysit from time to time, and even train them in small ways

(in 2001) Seras will help like her ultimate counterpart, but I feel like she will take them out more, even showing them her old home

Here, Integra will be a lot more distant, letting comments slip more often regarding the situation, but still cares immensely about them, even if she doesn't show it

I don't know why, but I feel that this version of Walter is more fatherly, so I think he will be more involved in the child's life, maybe even letting them accompany him in the mansion when he doesn't have an important task

Peter Fargason will sometimes entertain the child in small ways, only if the others aren't looking, but will mostly keep his distance

[jessjad]

Rightfully deceived

Epilogue

Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1079

Warnings: none really.

A/N: I hope you all had wonderful holidays and a good start into the new year! 😁 And here is the end of my story. All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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One year later...

It was late November again, a bitterly cold wind was blowing across the country and the first snow had already fallen. A sight that always made Y/N wistful. She looked out the window across the white fields and icy trees to the horizon, behind which the sun had now almost disappeared. The orange-red light made the snow sparkle. Her mom had loved winter, which made the memories of her death bittersweet.

A lot had happened in the last year and Y/N had often wished she could exchange a few words with her mom, ask her for advice or just hug her. She had been the good soul of her clan and had cared for everyone. A trait that the young woman hoped she had inherited. But there was no way to talk to her anymore and so Y/N had to do a lot of things alone for the first time.

It had often been difficult or even frightening, but Millie had always been by her side and supported her from woman to woman. But not just her. Dean hadn't left her alone anymore either. Although it wasn't always that easy for him too. But each situation had strengthened their relationship more and more.

When Y/N thought of her husband, she couldn't help but smile. She had loved him for so long and her heart almost burst with happiness because Dean had also loved her before. Even if it took him a long time to realize it. And he had tried to explain it to her over and over again. The Alex incident had been followed by many long nights of conversation. Honest, open hours full of feelings and affection. There had been days when she no longer believed that this was even possible.

The door behind her opened and Dean walked in, carrying some firewood under his arm. As soon as he saw his wife standing at the window turning to him with a loving smile, he had to smile too. What kind of year had it been? It had had its ups and downs and often wasn't easy, but they had persevered through everything together.

It had shocked his clan when Dean had shot Alex. Many people didn't understand it at first, but there were enough witnesses on the tower who could confirm the necessity. But it probably hit Cassie the most. In the days that followed, she seemed completely different. She had withdrawn and appeared thoughtful. After about four days, she had sincerely apologized to Y/N and Dean for her behavior and told them that she couldn't stay here any longer.

Y/N had reacted to this with mixed feelings. After all, Cassie hadn't tried to drive her away or kill her. And even though she was offended by her behavior, his wife had shown compassion. In the end, she could understand what it was like to be in love with someone for a long time without those feelings being reciprocated. But Cassie couldn't stay any longer and so they let her go.

"You okay there, my love?" asked Dean as he put more firewood on the fire.

"Yes, yes. It's just this time of year and the snow." Y/N answered and turned back to the window.

Dean stood up again and came over to her. He put his arms around her from behind and looked out into the wintry world with her for a while. He knew that it made her a little melancholy, but that also passed.

"I just prefer summer." she turned around in Dean's arms. "Especially when you're on the high seas."

He had to chuckle at that and hugged his wife a little tighter.

Y/N had accompanied him on many business trips and in May Dean had extended the business trip by three weeks and had taken her to France. Also so that he could show her the stars on the open sea on clear early summer nights.

"We can do that again next year." he replied, which earned him a beaming smile from his wife.

"But you know it won't be as easy as this year, right? After all, we're not alone anymore."

Dean smiled now. "Which probably makes it even nicer." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and let go of Y/N to go to the second door in the bedroom, which was open a crack and gave a small glimpse into the room behind it.

They had had to switch bedrooms three months ago and had now moved into a larger room because they simply needed the extra space. And they were also closer to Sam and Millie, who had finally gotten married in July and were now overjoyed themselves.

"How is he doing?"

"No! Stop, Dean! You're gonna wake Connor up!" Y/N whispered loudly with a chuckle as she saw how Dean attempted to open the door a little further.

"He'll be fine." He replied, but hesitated for a second before he opened the door a little more.

Y/N came over to him and both looked to the small bed in which their son lied and slept peacefully. Dean

Dean pulled Y/N to his side and she hugged him back. He placed a kiss on her hairline, enjoying the warmth she gave off. The last year had so many firsts for them and sometimes he couldn't believe how happy he was now. Dean looked at Y/N and knew that she was a big part of this and he would do anything to not lose her again.

"He has your eyes." The woman said lovingly.

"And he has your nose." Dean countered with a smile.

"Come on. We should let him sleep as long as he does so calmly and peacefully." Y/N said and turned away from the door again.

Dean did the same. "You're probably right." But his wife couldn't go far before he took her back into his arms. "Actually, I was thinking about something." Dean grinned.

"And what is that?" although Y/N already had an idea.

"I'm sure Connor would like to have a little sister." he wiggled his eyebrows and Y/N laughed. She pressed herself a little tighter against him and looked at him lovingly.

"I'm not sure if it will work that quickly, but we can practice anytime if you want." Now she wiggled her eyebrows and Dean laughed.

"That's sounds like a solid plan to me, sweetheart." Dean agreed and begann to kiss her with all his heart.

A/N: And now we're truly at the end here. I'm a little sad now, tbh. 🥹

It has been such a ride and I wanna thank all of you who have joined me on this. And I want to thank everyone who left me feedback or reblogged my story. I was so overwhelmed with the responses and I felt so blessed. I appreciate you all so much! 💜 And I hope we see us again in february to my new story. 😁

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[sociopathicartist]

Redamancy - The act of loving in return

(PART 3 OF THE SERIES APRICITY)

DUST/MURDER SANS X READER

Dust would never tell anyone, but sometimes whenever he laughed with you and watched as the corners of your eyes crinkled and your soft lips curled into the smile he loved, he felt sad.

Why did he feel sad? There were many tragedies about his life, but you smiling was not one of them.

He would watch as you looked for him every time you entered a room, and he saw your face light up whenever you noticed him lurking.

Why did he feel almost… Guilty?

Maybe the times when your hands gently traced around his shoulders as you fixed the hood to his jacket gave him a weird remembrance of a time when he was loved.

He used to be someone. Something.

Or maybe it was how you trusted him so openly despite knowing every horrible thing he’s done. Maybe that made him feel sad. He didn’t want to hurt you, to use you. He wasn’t, but some part of him was scared that he would end up doing so.

It was hard to be able to trust himself on these things. There was a time when he would never even be able to fathom killing his brother, let alone the entire underground population, but here he was now, a murderer.

A monster.

Despite everything, the horrible flashbacks he had, the weird sad feeling he had whenever he saw you, despite it all, some part of him told him that it would be okay. At least it would be okay in the moments where he got to trace his phalanges through your hair while you sat in front of him, happily watching the movie that you’d put on the TV.

Fuck, it would be over for both of you if anyone figured out how many kisses you’d stolen from each other in secret. If anyone found out how deeply he longed to be entangled with you as you whispered to him that it was alright, that nothing bad had happened to him yet and he would wake up tomorrow and it would all be okay.

Whenever he was loved.

Whenever he was someone’s brother. Whenever his home felt like home.

He didn’t have enough time with you. Maybe the guilty and sad feeling came from knowing that he couldn’t do this forever with you. You would die. Or he would die. Or you two would fight so bad that everything you’d both worked for would be over like that- gone and as the two of you had never held each other.

One day it would happen. One day one of you will end up alone- whatever the circumstances are.

Was it selfish of him to wish that if anything happened, he was the one who died? That the memory of him in your mind stayed warm and fond, and that he didn’t have to go on living without you?

Whenever it happens one day, his scattered dust will still have visions of you. In the impossible world where he has become beyond living, and he is now gone into another life, his soul will still call for your name every night. Your beautiful face will still be housed in every corner of his mind, and as his life dissipates into the void, he knows that the sick, gross, and humiliating feeling of pure want and need for you will never go away as long as the multiverse still has your hands in it.

Whenever he wandered along Snowdin, broken, dusty, and despised.

Maybe it was how you hugged him tightly as you cried, wanting to get out of the castle and wanting a better life for the both of you. Maybe that’s what gave him the sad feeling.

Amongst the many other things he would never tell you- one of them was how scared he was. He got along so well with you and it was horrifying. Everything he had come to know with you could be ripped from his life. All of the nights you spent with him laughing and talking about another life together, or talking about your day- or just anything. All of the times he had brushed your hair for you when you felt too weak and you were too demotivated to even bring yourself to view your face in the mirror. All the times he had convinced Nightmare to let you come along with him and the other two skeletons on a mission- just so that you could have fun in the city and stay in the cozy hotel beds while he went out with Horror and Killer on a life-threatening mission.

It could be ripped from him in a moment.

And one day- it would be.

But sometimes on the nights when he didn’t get to sneak across the castle so that he could lay with you for just a few moments longer, he’d find himself in the garden looking up at the stars and wondering about another world where the two of you could be together fully.

He dreamed of being able to take you out on dates like he wanted and getting to watch you as you got ready for the day. He wanted so bad- so inhumanely, disgustingly, painfully bad to be able to wake up with you in the mornings and brush some hair out of your face as he admired you.

You were just breathtaking- fucking- he couldn’t even put the right words on it. His expansive vocabulary was suddenly drained as his mind went numb with nothing but the mere thought of you. Did you know that he watched you as you laughed and that he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen? Did he ever tell you that?

It was so easy for him to think about the times when he would lay on the floor at night in his room while Papyrus slept soundly, wondering why his life had turned out like this and why he had no motivation to do anything anymore. You knew he was a horrible person, and he had told you of the awful things he’d done, and yet you loved him still.

Did he ever tell you that there was a time when he laughed with his friends, and nothing had changed yet? Had he told you about the good parts of his life that made what he had to do so much worse?

Will there ever be a time when you are no longer such a large part of him? It was insane to think that there was once a time when he didn’t even know you existed- and worse- a time when he didn’t even care if you were dead. Will he ever be able to take the stuffed animal off his bed that he only likes because you got it for him?

Whenever he had nothing.

He prayed to nonexistent gods throughout the multiverse that there would be a time when he doesn’t feel like the best thing he can do for you is stay away from you for the rest of your life. All he’s doing is making it harder for you whenever he dies.

Obviously, he will die. Come on, there’s no way he can keep doing this for the next five hundred years. He keeps waiting for the day that someone will nick him just right despite all of his fighting, and he will be gone for good this time.

He hoped that once he’s gone, you’re able to laugh with someone else as you laugh with him. That you can watch the same movies with someone else that you’ve watched with him. That you still love him, but you’re at peace without him, and you’re happy.

Is it selfish of him to want to listen to your heartbeat every night as he falls asleep?

Will there be a day when you no longer wake up with things to tell him? Whenever he’s dead and gone, will you be able to wake up in the mornings and not wish that he was there?

When he’s gone, will you notice?

Some selfish part of him hopes that he’ll always have a place in your heart.

Maybe he gets sad whenever he watches you struggle in his favorite video game that he’s trying to teach you how to play. You keep messing up on the same level, and you’re grinning at him as you’re asking how in the world he’s able to beat it.

You’re his best friend. His lover. He hopes that you never learn how to beat his favorite game so that he can keep teaching you how to play it forever.

Maybe the sad feeling comes from the little warm feeling in his ribcage that he gets whenever he watches you walk away, and he’s already missing you.

Maybe it’s because as he listens to you talk with him, and time slows while he stares at you and takes in everything about you, he realizes that he’s viewing every moment with you like it’s already happened. There will be a time when he won't get to experience this again, and he won't get to feel your soft hands cup his face and be told that you love him no matter what.

Whenever he was loved.

Whenever he was someone’s brother. Someone’s friend.

Whenever he looked at home and smiled.

Whenever the life that he had known started to become cruel, his world crumbled.

Whenever he wandered along Snowdin dusty, broken, and despised.

Whenever he had nothing.

Whenever he was nothing.

Can some part of him still believe that despite everything, your hands will reach out to him, hold him, and remind him of a time when he was loved?

[rvlse]

Greetings and happy new year! 🎉

Could I request an one-shot with TFOne Sentinel Prime, please? Write any scenario you want. I'm so thirsty to read about him 🥲

(It's okay if you don't want to take this request)

HII! Happy new year, I'd be more than happy to take this request <3 I hope you enjoy it!

Tbh I hope nobody already did this yet lol I've had this idea in my head for a few weeks..

ALSO for everyone who sent me asks, I'm working on them all!

(SENTINEL TFO X GN! READER)

WARNINGS: not too bad, does get a little suggestive tho 😉

Oh, you were going to kill Orion. What had he been thinking? Joining the Iacon 5000? What was wrong with him?

You, Orion, and D-16 had absolutely embarrassed yourselves out in the race. There was a reason miners weren’t allowed to participate, and of course Orion needed to find out why. 

“I just wanna know what your thought process was. I mean, seriously?” You scolded the red and blue bot, who was finding the floor extremely interesting. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, Dee, but I just wanted to-” 

“You always want to do everything! You can’t ever just stay in your place!” You interrupted him. You were absolutely fuming. Shocker that no one could see the smoke coming out of your audials right now.

Orion didn’t reply, so you just crossed your arms and looked the other way. Dee hadn’t said anything, either.

Just as you were about to open your intake to spit a bunch of curses at Pax (again), four thin black cybertronian legs appeared in the doorway of the medbay, followed by heavy footsteps.

It was pretty obvious who was about to appear. Arachnid, the four legged cybertronian bodyguard, was the only hint you needed. Sentinel Prime. Wonderful. You could only hope he wouldn’t demote you for the stunt the three of you- Orion had pulled… or worse.

Arachnid’s many optics deep scanned you and your friends’ frames, giving all three of you a suspicious glare up and down.

“All clear,” she finally spoke, backing up as the one and only Sentinel Prime stomped into the room to take her place. You wouldn’t lie, he was quite the sight. Blue and gold was a gorgeous color combination, and he wore it perfectly. But… he was pissed. 

His optic ridges were furrowed together, his lips pulled taught, and the glare he held in his optics would offline bots if it could.

“D-16, Orion Pax,” he started, bringing his servos to his shiny hips as he gave your friends a firm once over.

“Y/N…” his dominating gaze narrowed on you. You suddenly felt a bit tense, straightening your backstrut and holding your helm up a bit more. 

Sentinel’s curious optics scanned your frame from your helm to your pedes, and then slowly… too slowly, back up to your optics. Your digits fidgeted with themselves as you tried to make sense of the situation. 

“What you three did today was one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen,” he started off, servos still on his hips.

Orion Pax got up off the medical berth and opened his intake, “sir, this was all my idea and we’re so sorry-” 

“I loved it!” Sentinel interrupted, his servos going up into the air. The three of you gave him a blank, confused stare. 

“You did?” Orion questioned, not believing the Prime’s words.

“How could anyone not love it? You gave my best racers a real run for their money,” Sentinel continued, getting down on one knee to be optic level with the three of you. 

You weren’t too certain of the mech in front of you. He seemed… too animated. Too excited. Too friendly. 

“So… we’re not getting demoted?” Dee spoke up, his voice soft and hopeful.

“Demoted?” the Prime repeated, shocked at his suggestion. Then, Sentinel let out a thick, hearty laugh, the type of laugh that just screamed arrogance.

Uncomfortably, Dee and Orion tried to laugh along, unsure of what the joke was. You just sat there on the medical berth with your arms crossed. You weren’t buying whatever show Sentinel was putting on.

After another few awkward moments of chatter, Arachnid finally let the Prime know his time was up and that he had places to be.

“I’m sorry, my friends, we’re preparing our next trip to the surface,” Sentinel told the three of you, his apologizing gaze travelling over your frames. But then, for the second time today, the Prime’s optics fell on you, his optics half lidded and dark.

“But in the meantime, I’ve got a treat for you,” he continued, letting his vision trail across your body.

“Arachnid, have someone escort these heroes-” he turned to his assistant and gestured to your friends, Orion and Dee, “-to my personal service facilities. The best care in Iacon,” the Prime congratulated the two mechs.

And then he turned his helm to you, and raised his servo. Confused, you opened your intake to ask questions, but Sentinel’s digits touched the bottom of your jaw, and closed your intake for you.

“As for them,” the blue mech addressed you, moving his thumb up so it was just barely grazing your lips, pushing your helm up as if he was inspecting you.

“Take them to my quarters. I want a word with them,” he finished, letting go of your face and standing up to his full height. It was worth mentioning that he absolutely towered over all three of you.

Arachnid didn’t ask questions, just nodded and called someone up on her comm link as Sentinel Prime gave you one last look before he turned and left the medbay. 

What the frag just happened? 

Your helm turned, bewildered, to your friends.

“What was that? Why was he so touchy-feely? Why am I going somewhere else?” you panicked, your servos in the air as you interrogated the two miner bots, faceplates burning hot.

Dee raised his own servos to try and calm you down. 

“Woah, woah, I’m sure it’s fine! He’s a Prime, he wouldn’t hurt anybody. You’re fine,” Dee tried to comfort you, smiling. Orion nodded enthusiastically behind him.

“Yeah, Y/N, you’ll be okay. I’m sure whatever he has planned, it’s go-” Pax tried to say.

“URGH… MINERS!” Darkwing bellowed from the hallway, clearly infuriated. 

“Well. That’s unfortunate,” you stated upon seeing him, raising an optic ridge. 

And just like that, Orion and D-16 were taken away, and you didn’t think they were getting the ‘best care in Iacon’ anymore.

Another pair of footsteps sounded in the hallway, this time lighter and more friendly seeming. Prepared for whatever it was that was about to appear, you sat stoically on the med berth.

Closer, and closer… 

“Hi!” the mystery figure spoke, popping out from behind the wall. 

“I was instructed to bring you to Sentinel’s quarters… so c’mon!” the pink and white bot exclaimed, grabbing your arm and dragging you off the berth. 

“Uhm.. okay,” you complied, not wanting to get in any more trouble than you might already be in. 

About five minutes later, you stood outside of two humongous gold doors. The cheery bot that had brought you here knocked three times on them, and then retreated behind you, putting their servos on your shoulders. 

You swallowed nervously when you heard the same heavy footsteps as you did earlier, and after another second, those golden gates flung open, revealing Sentinel’s daunting frame. 

The pink and white bot shoved you rather harshly forward, gave you a pat on your back, and then turned and left. Great. So it was just you and the Prime. 

“Please, come in…” Sentinel started, a cunning, attractive smile on his features. You gave him an untrusting glare, and hesitantly, warily, stepped inside his abode. 

“What do you want?” you questioned him the second you entered his quarters, turning around to face him. Bad idea, that height difference really was extreme. 

“Oho, straight to the point, are you?” he chuckled, putting his servos behind his back as he took a couple steps closer to you. His optics were doing that stupid attractive stare again. Frag. It would be bad if you were actually getting horny right now. Which you were. Frag again. 

You didn’t answer him, just clenched your servos into fists and glared defiantly up at him. 

“Okay, then. I can play that way, too…” he murmured.

“I saw you out there. In the race. You’re… frag, you’re gorgeous,” he scoffed, laughed, as if it were obvious why he had called you here.

Your optics narrowed, your glare only getting harsher. 

“So, I decided I just had to have you, princess,” he confessed, bending his upper half down so that he could see you optic to optic. Which, his were still half lidded and his gaze was extremely intense. 

At his pet name, you reeled back, the density of your situation finally weighing on you. Ohhh slag. The Sentinel Prime wanted you. YOU. 

You swallowed again, your optics going wide. 

“Pshh- you’re kidding, right?” you fake laughed, heat rising to your face.

The Prime’s cursingly hot smile only widened, and that only made you hornier.

His torturously tall frame took one, two, three steps closer to you, close enough so that his face was inches from yours. 

“Of course not. Why would I go through the trouble of calling you up here?” he chuckled again, closing his optics for a second.

“Listen… I’m giving you two options,” Sentinel’s smile suddenly fell, and his optics narrowed to glare down at you.

“Since you like it straight forward, I’ll keep it short,” his tone was low. Honestly, it scared you. Whatever he was about to say, it wasn’t about to be good.

“Either I get to bend you over that desk right there-” he gestured to what you could only assume was his work desk, as papers and data pads were strewn everywhere on its surface, “-and frag you until you start to see stars…” he spoke carefully, tentatively, as if he was spelling something out for you.

“Or, you become my sparkmate, and I get to screw you anyway,” he finished sourly, searching your expression.

Well, wasn’t this a turn of events. Clearly, he wasn’t giving you much of a choice right now. No matter what you did, he would get what he wanted. You couldn’t run, there were way too many guards who would offline you without a second thought. And you didn’t even want to think about fighting. 

Now, if you really thought about it, he wasn’t giving you bad options. You thought about the first one. You wouldn’t mind getting fragged senseless by him, in all truths. The question, though, was what he would do with you after he was finished with you. 

You didn’t want to know.

Being his sparkmate would be quite the honor. For slag’s sake, he was a Prime, and you just a miner bot. He must really like you… 

“I’ll be your sparkmate,” you told him slowly, carefully, your tone low, matching his. 

Sentinel’s lips curled up into another one of his cunning, unnecessarily attractive smiles. 

“Good girl.”

SOOOOO... I realized this was getting a little long for a one shot.

Anybody up for a part two where they get freaky?

Have an amazing day/night!

[kenziebluex]

Griffin

Hawks(Keigo Takami) x Reader

Story Description: 

Your lungs were constrained as you fled as fast as your legs could take you. You bulldozed your way into the forest while empty tree branches dug at whatever’s left of your clothes.

A screech tore into the air and your body stood frozen. He’s already found you. 

Finally posting Hawks for late kinktober... (18+) Dub-con

‘Just one more night…..’

Hawks mused while settling on his perch. A fine nest for a full grown griffin and his mate that he spent nearly eons fixing up. He snapped another branch in half and scattered the debris to make his resting spot more comfortable. He needed something…anything… to keep his mind busy while the knot in his groin swelled with each passing day. 

-The week before-

It was one night he was out for a hunt in lands forbidden for humans to enter. He chased a mountain lion to a waterfall that streamed down into a lake. He paused when he saw a human, you,  who trespassed on his lands and bathed within his water. He remembered that the humans made it a rule to not intrude on his grounds and he even marked his scent within a three-mile radius so animals wouldn’t dare cross it. 

Typically, Hawks would have killed you without a moment’s thought. However, he was hesitant because you weren’t the same as any human he encountered before. Many of the humans and even human leaders Hawks had seen were at most plain to the eye, fragile, simple and untrusting of creatures different from them. The only thing he respected about them was that they cowered to the powerful. 

Many of the other griffins had either left or died out with the presence of humans but only Hawks remained. Humans had often mistaken him for an deity because he was able to shift into a human-like body while his talons and red wings remained. A false idol; the human clan decided to treat him to sacrifices and in return, Hawks would serve as their protector…or protect a promise to not eat them. The sacrifices, as unremarkable as the humans that served them, would either die of fright or succumb to Hawks’ talons before they could let out a scream. This was their role in the food chain and he was their predator.

Other humans understood that, why didn’t you? The mountain lion was long gone as Hawks rested himself on a thick tree branch far enough from the bank of the lake but close enough for him to see you clearly. His crimson feathered wings bowed into him as he crouched. His chest tightened when his animalistic sight scanned the back of your naked body. He let out a low grumble. 

“Mine” he muttered haphazardly. He blinked twice. He wasn’t sure why he said that. He was even more confused as to why he felt no hunger in his stomach and instead, in his cock. This puzzled him. He’s never felt remotely attracted to a human before, not even when they mated near him. He never thought it was possible. He felt his knot bulging within him and tried to push it down with his hand. He concluded that he was probably feeling lonely while at the age where he should be looking to mate. 

‘I can’t mate.’ He thought. There are no more griffins left. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. A sharp gust of wind blew his hair back and your scent tickled his nose. His fangs emerged and a long moan escaped his lips.

“Ohhh….fuck…..” A shaky groan dripped from his lips. He allowed his aching cock to stand tall. Your scent tattooing itself in his mind and electrifying his senses. He took in a deep breath of the sweet and yet familiar scent. He purred. 

‘This changes the game…’ Hawks licked his fangs and examined your bare back with more intent. He gripped his cock with a newfound need to spill. A need to mark. Desperate pants escaped his lips as he slowly stroked his cock. Silent cries ripped from his lips as he mentally pleaded for you to turn around. He needed you to watch him, touch him, to take him.

Hawks imagined himself drinking the droplets of water that fell from your skin. He jerked harder, spine shuddering and thrusted his hips forward. A whine tore from his throat as he watched you, expecting you to save him from this torment. He had a whiff of your scent and now he was greedy for it. Precum budded at the top of his dick and he threw his head back while gasping for air. Suddenly, you rose from the water. Hawks’ eyes went wide as he took in the globes of your ass. He bit into his free arm to deafen his heated groan and his fangs drew blood. 

His mind went blank, hand yanking at his straining cock like a mindless beast. His breath heaved and he bowed forward. Images of you rapidly flashed into his mind of the talons on his hands piercing into your hips and his cock stretching you beyond your limits. He imagined filling your cunt to capacity with his seed and painting the rest on your back, marking you inside and out. His ear twitched as he listened for the sound that made him lose control. 

“Dammit! They found me!” You cried to yourself. 

The sound of your voice is what made him erupt. His mouth released his arm so he could grapple onto a branch next to him, breaking it. He spilled all over the thick tree branch he rested on. His head fell back against the tree trunk as he bit into his tongue to control his moans. Hawks’ hips twitched and shunted forwards as creamy seed flowed down his cock and coated his legs. His eyes were hazy and a satisfied smile coated his lips. When he looked for you again, you were gone. He didn’t worry because he knew as long as he had your scent, you could never escape him. He then wondered if the humans had decided on their next sacrifice and if not, he was going to change that. 

~~~~~~~

Your clan was due to serve another sacrifice to  him in the coming week. As fate would have it, the clan decided that it would be you as punishment for your family’s debts. They tell you that you should be grateful and any one would be glad to sacrifice themselves to the ‘oh so great’ protector of the lands. 

They can fool themselves into thinking the griffin that holds their town hostage is some kind of savior, but you knew better. You begged the clan leaders to allow you to work instead and offered yourself to free labor around the town. However, the elders claimed that there were too many mouths to feed and too little time to do anything about it as the colder months approached. 

You knew the real excuse for using you as a sacrifice was because you and your family were outcasts. Your family sought asylum in the clan while escaping the terrors of monsters that destroyed your homeland. The clan was reluctant but allowed your family to stay. The clan worked your family members into their deaths and you assumed using you as a sacrifice was their way of finishing the job. But you refused to become a suckling pig on the dinner table of a demon. So you ran. 

This wasn’t your first time running. When you were a child, you hated the clan and wanted to go back to your homeland and on your trek through the forest, you encountered a waterfall. It was the one area of peace that was surrounded by despair. 

Hidden in the shadows, a feather-like creature chirped in pain near the bank of the lake. It was not quite a bird and also not quite a feline. It suffered from a wound and clutched its injured wing protectively. You ripped a piece of your clothing and crushed some herbs that you often traveled with. The creature seemed too exhausted to move and allowed you to tend to it. After feeding the animal water, you heard the voices from your family in the distance. You prepared yourself to return to them and started making your way back to the path you came. You turned back towards the creature who carried a solemn yet unsettling gaze. Your heart raced. After another call of your name, you quickly retreated back to the clan, never seeing the creature again. 

Thinking back to that time, the strange creature reminded you of yourself in some way; feeling alone in a world full of misery. So you escaped back to the place that brought you peace. The hidden waterfall nestled against the foot of the mountain. A place just under the den of the griffin and yet still hidden enough to cover your tracks. You bathed in the water and allowed your tears to fall. You cursed the clan elders and wept for a future that no longer existed. You heard the click of a tree branch and jumped up from the water. You listened again and heard the rustling of leaves. 

“Dammit! They found me!” You spat while busying yourself to find your clothes. Once dressed, you disappeared into the forest and back into town with a clean body and a clouded mind as you marched to your ruin.

A week passed and the sacrificial ceremony was scheduled to take place early the next morning. You were expected to present yourself to the clan elders while they dressed you and prepared you on the altar to be taken and eventually slaughtered. But you had different plans. Tying up the rope that constricted your travel sack, you prepared your bed as if someone was still sleeping in it. The clan had placed guards at the front of your door, but you had already spent a week digging a tunnel with the exit in the back. You dress light to travel faster, betting on finding warmer clothes in the next town over.

Once the guards shift change happened, you made quick work climbing through the hole and emerging on the other side. You didn’t waste an extra second hauling yourself out of the hole and bolting for the nearest coverage of trees. Sticks jutted out from the branches to cut at your legs and arms but you continued to run. A chill traveled up your spine as fear pooled in your stomach.

You weren’t alone and you knew it.

You ran faster, losing some of the items from your travel sack. A frustrated cry escaped your lips and you wanted to turn around to retrieve it. But you knew that as soon as you turned around, the game was over. You kept running, you figured that if it was a guard, they would have called out to you by now. But there was just silence. Terror and confusion ate at you from within and you stumbled forward. You fell flat on your face as the contents of your back spilled onto the ground. You looked back into the empty darkness of the forest and wondered if you half lost your mind. A whistle of the wind echoed in your ears.

“Mate…” A haunted voice danced in the wind, tugging at the thrums in your chest. You scrambled to your feet. 

“No. No. No. No. No. No. No-.” You took off again, abandoning your bag and everything in it. Your goal was no longer to escape but to survive. What was chasing you was not human. You shrieked as a tree behind you rustled and cracked. Your vision was limited because you could only see what was immediately in front of you from the moonlight while the darkness up ahead ate up the rest.

Your heartbeat drummed into your ears. You let out a small cry when your shoes became entangled in the wooden roots carved into the ground. You discarded them to run barefoot. You ran into stray trunks and some decaying logs that slowed your pace. You could almost hear the monster laughing at your distress and he had a right too. Running is futile. 

Your lungs were constrained as you fled as fast as your legs could take you. You bulldozed your way into the forest while empty tree branches dug at whatever’s left of your clothes. A screech tore into the air and your body stood frozen. He’s already found you. 

Claws…no….talons gripped your shoulders and forced your knees to chest on the ground. Hot tears flooded your eyes as the predator swiped at your clothes, leaving your neck and back exposed. A heated breath fluttered against the nape of your neck and down your shoulders. You felt its nose, almost human-like, press against the back side of your neck. He took in a deep breath and expelled a heavy moan that vibrated against your body.

“My mate….” The creatures spoke that word again. His tone was low and almost affectionate, but you knew that it had to be one of the creature's tricks. You knew exactly what he was.

“Griffin.” You spoke attempting to act confident but failing. The creature pulled at your shoulder and turned your body so you were flat on your back. Facing him, your breath hitched. The creature didn't look much like a creature at all. He looked like a man with windswept ashened blonde hair. Thick blonde brows furrowed above piercing golden eyes that were accompanied by black bird-like triangles decorating the corners of his eyes. The animalistic markings on his face indicated that he was definitely not human. His wings were large, shadowy, as it covered everything in your sight. He was huge with one talon-encrusted hand being enough to cover your entire shoulder and upper bicep. It wasn’t until you ventured lower past his abs that you found out he was stark naked. His knot was swollen and the head was leaking with precum. You took in another breath with shock as some of it dripped down your leg. 

He hovered and allowed his tongue to mark from your shoulder to your jawline. 

“I finally caught you, bride.” His tongue felt like it was burning against your skin. His hand holding your body still against the ground. 

“Don’t…hurt me.” You uttered a senseless plea. When he pulled his head back, he met your gaze again. For a moment his expression seemed sad? 

He nuzzled his head into your neck and shook his head rapidly. His body and his throbbing core ground against you.

“I…don’t want to- I could never hurt you.” He sighed. His hands started traveling down your body. 

“But I need… mmmh…” His words spilled into a whine. Needed what?

“What…what do you need?” You asked hesitantly.

“I don’t want to scare you but I….nnngh!”

His hips violently jerked against your leg, smearing your knee and thigh with his precum, his engorged member looked painful. His body was hot to the touch. His wings flailed lightly and you noticed one of them carried a scar at the joint. A scar in the same place as the injury of the creature you treated when you were a child. You cupped his cheeks and forced his eyes to meet yours. He bit his trembling lips and his eyebrows creased as if he was in pain.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You searched his gaze for answers. You became entranced with his face and your hand traced across his quivering lips and daringly skated across his fangs. He caught your hand and licked your inner palm. He teased his fang against the underside of your hand and then he bit down, hard. Your hand began to burn and your body flailed as you started to feel scorching heat all over. The pain from his bite traveled up your arm and set your body on fire. The griffin’s face went red, eyes focused on you. His expression, pleading but his orgasmic purrs rumbled into your wrist. Unfortunately, the heat from the bite was too much. Drowning in exhaustion and delirium, you lost consciousness. 

~~~~~~

You woke with a dizzying fever. You tried to tug at your clothes to cover up only to realize all of your clothes were gone and replaced with a flimsy blanket. You felt and massaged all over your body but found that other than the burning sensation in your wrist, nothing else had been done to you. 

Pushing yourself up, you were cushioned by a bedding of lush grasses and sturdy tree branches for a foundation. You were no longer in the forest but in a den etched at the side of the mountain. The burning sunlight from the early morning sunrise poured into the cave and over the shuddering griffin next to you. He looked like he was in worse condition than before. The griffin broke out in a cold sweat and gasped for air as if he was choking. You searched the area for any type of water and attempted to rise to your feet. 

A strong grip shackled your wrist to prevent you from leaving. You turned to see his eyes pinning you down. 

‘I think I know what’s going on. I’ve heard about it before…’ The symptoms the griffin suffered from were common in creatures who were of age and desired a mate. 

‘He needs to rut. He looks like he might die if he doesn’t.’ You concluded. You didn’t understand why a human and not to mention why you?! But at that point you had two options: go back to the town and face possible death and persecution or become the mate of a griffin. After all, he did say he doesn’t want to hurt you. He carried you out of danger and has not touched you since. 

You searched down his body and his cock was still jutting painfully. His lower half, soaked in sweat, lubricant and precum. You cautiously reached your hand down and started pumping him slowly. The griffin took in a sharp hiss and his grip released your wrist to grapple onto the one jerking his shaft.

“I’m going to help you, griffin.” You whispered softly. His ear twitched. Your thumb teased the head and pressed against the hole. His jaw falls open releasing a series of quick pants. 

“H-Hawks…*groan*...the locals call me Hawks.” The griffin choked out as your hand pumped faster, becoming more drenched by the minute. Hawks’ gaze was stormy. Golden irises followed your every move, darting from your face to the magic you were doing on your hand. He contemplated between taking you hard and fast or letting you come on to him as he had originally hoped. The latter was looking less likely. 

“Hawks…” You breathed. He snapped. He forcefully released your grasp and he pushed you onto your back. The cushion from the grass nest bedding prevented it from being painful. Hawks hovered over you and pushed one of your legs back. He released your wrist and sheathed his talons. 

His fingers traced down your open slit and he parted your lips curiously massaging your clit. He watched your face contort as he soaked his fingers in your warmth. His adventurous fingers moved slow.

“It’s warm…wet.” He acknowledged, whispering the last part out in a sigh. Heat flooded your cheeks. You took in a deep breath when he started pinching and exploring your crux. A heavy moan fell from your lips when he inserted a finger into your puckering hole. He pushed in deeper and your mouth fell open. He attacked your lips with his tongue bulldozing itself into your mouth, battling yours for dominance. He shifted his fingers in you rapidly, bathing his hand in everything your cunt had to offer. Your body convulsed and you curled into his chest. You groaned as your pussy fluttered against his fingers. He moaned into your mouth as a response while helping you through your orgasm. He planted light kisses from your jawline down your neck. 

“You smell so so good. You sound good…Feel so good… Damn. It’s like I was born for this moment.” His breath fluttered next to your ear and you were just coming down from your high. 

Hawks sat back on his knees and positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed his member up and down your slit, gathering your release and his lubricant. He opened your legs further apart to accommodate his size. He slowly pushed in and your body seized. White-hot pain scattered throughout your body. Your legs shot out and you shimmied your hips to escape it. 

It hurts too much. Too damn much! He was trying to force his knot into a hole that wasn’t originally designed to take it. Hawks grip tightened and his eyes were screwed shut. He clutched one hand on your thigh while the other held your hips down. He groaned at how you squeezed him. His wings flapped and shivered behind him in excitement. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him down into your chest. You bit into his shoulder.

“Mate…” Hawks grunted in a strained voice. He wrapped his arms around your body, perpetual purring thrummed from his chest against yours. He eased the rest into your aching hole, your cries growing higher with each push. He held still. Moments passed and the pain subsided. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you urged him to move as you felt the pleasure rapidly building. He listened, eyes still glued closed and sweat beading his eyebrows. He drew back and then shunted forward. His brutal thrust took the wind out of your lungs and your head fell back. 

His body quivered and at first he seemed too afraid to move. He was feeling too many things at once and too fast. He is a virgin after all. 

First, he started with shallow thrusts and then his confidence grew and he maintained a steady rhythm. Hawks groaned and whined into your neck, body still shaking and his arms tightened around your body like a life source. His wings curtained forward possessively and allowed you to look only at him, to pay attention to him. He wanted you to look at how good you make him feel. You mewled and sighed leaving kisses of encouragement on his temple and the side of his neck.

His hips trembled and froze. He knew he was close. After he issued a few uneven pumps and then impaled himself into you deep and hard. His scorching hot seed flooded into you and he released a long euphoric groan. You held him tight in reassurance accepting his release gladly. Still connected to you, he sat back on his knees once more. Watching his come seep out of you seemed to have flipped a switch in his head. 

His eyes went wild and the pupils of his golden eyes thinned. He pulled out of you and flipped you to your stomach. He pressed the small of your back and raised your ass upwards. He wasn’t remotely tired, in fact, he looked newly energized like something else had taken control of him entirely. 

This time when he re-entered you, the patience vanished. He skipped the hesitation and thrusted into you to his knot. You gasped a short and pained shriek from the stretch of his cock. He held your hips with punishing strength and started primally fucking you. The rough pull and push had you scrambling for something to hold on to. You opted to reach back to hold his forearm. He responded by locking your arm behind your back and slamming into you harder. His rough thrust kept your body at a fierce rhythm while annihilating you from the inside deliciously.  

He grew bold. Reaching in between your legs, he gathered his dripping release and used it to toy with your clit. The overstimulation drove you to squeeze his arm and pulse around his cock. Hawks’ head fell back releasing a series of pants and haphazard chuckles. When he came again, he watched himself throb inside of you and then hauled you up against his chest.

He continued pounding into you, allowing his release to crowd your pussy and stream down your legs. He nibbled at your earlobe. Breathlessly, he spoke into your ear. 

“We have to…work hard.” He hummed. His pace slowed while you felt him swelling up in you once more. He locked both your arms behind you and ground into you.

“As many times as we need to until you’re swollen with my young.” Hawks showed no signs of slowing, no signs of fatigue. The griffin kept growing bigger and seemed like he had more to give. 

When you took a break, you knew it wasn’t over. As soon as you entered his domain, you already lost because that’s how the predator deals with his prey.

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My R2, welcome back!!! What do you think the 501st would do to celebrate the New Year? And what do your family do if you're comfortable sharing? My family have curry and play games

HELLO! I AM BACK AND WELCOMES ILY FRIEND! Uhh for my family we normally go skiing! This year though I just took it easy, binged watched some shows, and had delicious snacks all day long!

HOW THE CLONES CELEBRATE NEW YEARS

Rex- The Man is in bed at exactly 8:30 pm. He normally hits the rack at 8, but allows himself an extra half hour, as a treat.

Echo- curls up with a nice book on the couch while some quiet music plays in the background. He has a small tray of snacks out for the evening. Will turn the TV on for the countdown

Fives- Live streaming from the top of the ball as security chases him

Jesse- Hanging out at a small party with his friends! Just small, intimate gathering with those he is close to

Kix- Is the one throwing the new years party that Jessie attends. He is the host with the most and every year its a gathering to remember

Tup- Is making his final decision to adopt the tooka he had brought home to foster temporarily over the holiday season. He is ringing in the new year with the newest member of his family at home.

Dogma- Playing DD for his friends. Very responsible and acting like its a hassle. But really, he doesn't mind because at least he knows they will be getting home safe

Hardcase- committing racing across the country/planet to try and beat the time change so he can celebrate new years in at least 2 time zones

Coric- The man works in the ER. He put in his time of for new years 11 months prior and is off duty, with his comm off, sitting on a beach somewhere and sipping a cocktail while enjoying the peace

Bly- Desperately clinging to Aayla so she can be his smoochy kiss at midnight

99- is having a party with all of the young cadets. he helped them make hats and little homemade confetti poppers. Sure, he will have to clean it all up later but its worth it to see them all so happy and celebrating

Cody- Chaperoning his men around town. KILLS it at new years karaoke at the bar

Waxer/Boil- Just a quiet night at home, creating vision boards and swapping memories of the last year

Wolffe- Also chaperoning his men, but has Plo Koon tagging along. They lose the general somewhere in the crowd at the city center where everyone is gathered and Wolffe efficiently (chaotically) and calmly (panicked) found the general (he hollered and yelled until the crowd parted and Plo was spotted ahead)

Boost/Sinker- Spend the whole night gaming and sipping on mountain dew. they completely miss midnight and don't realize it until they look at the clock and its 2 in the morning.

Hunter- complete self care night where he stays in. He has headphones on, all communication capabilities off, and just decompresses from all the stress of the last year.

Wrecker- hosts an amazing and cool fireworks show!

Tech- is the unofficial manager for Wreckers firework show and party. Has everything coordinated to start EXACTLY at midnight. Researches and knows all of the local rules and regulations so if they are visited by local law enforcement he can argue inform them that despite complaints, they are clearly within the legal limits of explosives for entertainment purposes

Crosshair- acting hammered on what he things is booze (tech only told him that, its really just extra tangy grape juice that they found in the back of the fridge)

Omega- creating vision boards and resolutions and cleaning her WHOLE room in anticipation of the new year.

Howzer- Didn't even realize it was new years until the next morning when he shows up for work only for no one to be there.

Fox- BLESS THIS MAN. He is pounding caff left and right, having meltdowns between arrests, dealing with so many dumb people all night. Yeah, he could have went the easy route and worked in supplies or records like his other batchmates but nooooo he wanted to be the cool one. He wanted to be a peace officer. Looking at help wanted ads first thing in the morning.

Gregor- Sitting behind bars in the overnight cell in Fox's office. He isn't in any serious trouble he just wanted a reason to not go out in the crowds so he picked an argument with Foxy to get put in a 12 hour hold.

[goopysoup]

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..do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?..

their reaction to someone / something hurting you

featuring: cicero, serana, miraak, the dragonborn (male), lydia, delvin mallory

[all are gender neutral, there’s cussing and some depressing things in Miraak’s, wounds and blood obviously]

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cicero

As you walk into the Dawnstar sanctuary, limping and hobbling through the hall until you reach the opening room where Cicero was humming as he tended to his sweet Night Mother. He hadn’t looked at you yet, thankfully, you weren’t sure if you could deal with him at the moment.

Painfully, you walk towards the alchemy table, planning on making a quick health potion to hopefully fix your injuries faster—

“Oh, Listener!” Cicero’s voice worriedly shouts as he rushes towards you, “my Listener is hurt, oh, Cicero should have gone with you!” He whines as he quickly makes you sit before he makes haste in checking your wounds. It wasn’t much, just a small gash on your calf. He tuts.

“Are they dead?” He asks, “let’s go kill them!” He giddily sings before you could even answer him.

.. When exactly did he start tending to your wound? You look down at the jester as he was pouring a minor health potion onto a rag before dabbing it gently on your wound. You forget how gentle he can be, he was the Keeper of the Night Mother, after all.

“Thank you..”

“Do not worry, Listener, Cicero is here to take care of you.”

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serana

Serana had grown used to being with you and the people you surrounded yourself with over the short time you’d been together. Well, as used to it as she could, she was still not quite used to being around anyone after being trapped in a tomb for a thousand or so years.

It was a peaceful day, she was reading a book while you were out at the market, taking a day off from all your adventures to spend time with doing chores and spending time with Serana. What the vampire hadn’t expected was for you to burst into the house, your body and clothes covered in blood. Her eyes widened as she saw you, the blood filling her nose as she felt her hunger grow.

“Are.. are you okay?—“ that was a stupid question, of course you weren’t! She quickly stands and grabs a rag and wets it with some water you had stored away before handing it to you as she covers her lower face with her hand. You nod and wipe away the blood, cringing when you wipe at your wound, “you should go,” you say, “I’ll be okay, I don’t want to tempt you.”

Reluctantly, she does as you say, feeling horrible for not being able to help.

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miraak

You were fucked. This was it.. you’d think with all the dragons you’ve killed that this was be a piece of cake, hm? Well, it wasn’t. Your heart clenched and raced as the dragon had somehow gotten the upper hand on you, something that rarely happened nowadays. You could just.. give up, couldn’t you?

Apparently not. Miraak had decided for you, moving in quickly as he slayed the dragon for you, his sword digging into the scales and crushing the skull of the massive creature with a yell. He would protect you, always. That’s what he’s told you when you convinced him to stop terrorising the world. Why hadn’t you just killed him?

“I hate you,” you mutter as you look up at him as he offers his hand to you to help you up. You don’t take it, your body ached and burned, you didn’t wish to stand yet. He shakes his head before he sits next to you, “you do not.”

Maybe he was right, “I don’t believe I’ll last much longer,” you say with a slight bit of dramatics, he laughs heartily, something you’ve been hearing more from him lately. It was nice, especially since he’d once tried to kill you.

“Well, you’ve made it this far, haven’t you? What’s another year, darling?”

“Hell.”

“Well then.”

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dragonborn

You’d known the Dragonborn for many months, you’d met him one day in Whiterun when he joined the companions. He’d asked you to follow him, to fight with him and you’d never really gone back. You’d both saved one another countless times, it was an amazing thing to follow along during his journeys.

You can’t say you were used to the Dwemer dungeons yet. The loud noises that echoed along the walls, the dwarven spiders and spheres, guardians and the damned falmer. You hated the falmer. Though, you’d never deny that the Dwemer technology hadn’t fascinated you, they were so advanced and it was endearing to learn about it all.

You’d been injured during a dungeon you’d both raided though earlier that day, as it was now nighttime as you both sat in a camp you’d set up. You held your stomach, keeping your injury a secret as to not worry the poor Dragonborn. He had enough to worry about with Alduin and the damned war.

“Are you alright?” You heard the Dragonborn ask, making you lift your gaze from the fire in front of you and drift towards him. You nodded, “fine.” He shook his head, “do not hide your wounds from me, let me see and tend to it.” Reluctantly, you allowed him to see it, perhaps your wound was worse than you thought.

“I will always take care of you, do not hide things like this from me. We are a team, love.”

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lydia

There weren’t many things Lydia and you haven’t done together, from fighting, looting, slaying dragons and draugr, even bathing after a particularly hard fight. She’d seen you at your most vulnerable and you her, she was your closest ally and friend— perhaps more at times.

“My Thane!” Lydia’s worried voice sounded through your ears just as you felt a blade pierce your side making you gasp. You felt the numbness after the sharp pain, the warm blood oozing from your wound before the hilt of that same sword hit against your head, affectively knocking you out.

You don’t know how long it took for you to gain consciousness again, to you it felt like mere seconds but that couldn’t be true. You were home again, back in Whiterun, “My Thane, you’re awake. I’m glad,” Lydia spoke as she approached with a healing potion and a bowl of warm soup, something easy to eat, “how do you feel?”

You groaned a bit as you moved to sit up, Lydia quickly setting the potion and bowl on your nightstand before she helps you, “be careful, you’re still healing,” she says worriedly. As soon as you were comfortable, she handed you the potion, “drink this first, my Thane,” she says before you take the potion.

“I’ve told you, you don’t have to call me that, Lydia,” you mumble before you drink the bitter tasting potion, letting it burn down your throat before your pain eases. She smiles before she hands you the soup to eat.

“My apologies, my dear.”

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delvin mallory

Delvin was one of your oldest friends, you knew of his history with the Dark Brotherhood as you’ve been part of the assassin group for many years. You had a history with him, but ultimately both of you had gotten busy with your work and it had momentarily ended. By momentarily, I mean it ended a few years ago and hadn’t rekindled.

You had a job in Riften, it was supposed to be an easy in and out assassination but apparently word got out and your target was more prepared than you were. Of course, your hit was successful as it always was, but you’d been badly injured. Thankfully, one of the members of the thieves guild had found you just as you’d blacked out and took you down to the ratway to have you tended to.

Your eyes peered open, your hand moving to clutch your left eye, groaning in pain, “hey, hey, easy,” the familiar voice of Delvin Mallory distracted you for a moment, your right eye looking over towards him, “Del?” You softly cried out. What had even happened? You couldn’t remember. Was your eye going to be okay? It felt too painful, what if you ended up blind?

“I’m here, love,” he cooed softly, “you’re going to be alright, yeah?” You only nodded, your right eye wanted to believe him but you both knew your eye was fucked.

“Yeah..”

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[the-stranger-of-the-hidden-world]

As the brothers listened to Toothless explain himself, the situation suddenly made a lot more sense. Though Queen Dragons were a class of Alpha Dragons, they were not as powerful or as strong and their control was easier to break free of. The fact that Toothless did not defeat the Bewilderbeast alone made sense. "Maybe somehow, that human caught it when it was still too small to fight back." Sunchaser said, ears twitching at the Night Fury. "Alpha Dragons take a long time to reach that size when they're able to assert that control over others. Dragon eaters like your kind...well, they seek out Alpha Dragons before they're old enough and hunt them down. It's one of the reasons they're so rare. Few are born and even fewer reach the size necessary to attract dragons to build a proper nest. If that human had that Bewilderbeast from before he had reached that size, it would have protected him from those species of dragon eaters long enough for him to live long enough to assert his control."

"Not many kinds of dragons are dragon eaters." Streak interjected, shuddering for a moment in fear. "But there is one that targets us if we're caught out at night and especially in a storm. It's why we hid closer to the humans during that storm a little while ago. We're not strong enough to fight those lightning breathers, so if they catch us...we're as good as dead."

Stranger shook her head, having understood the meaning of 'rare' to mean something that there was very few of and difficult to find. Sometimes coveted, though not always. "No, not rare. Not common, but not rare." Gesturing between her brothers and Toothless, she shrugged. "Light Fury not strong like Night Fury. Scales are soft...no sharp horns. Body slim. Smaller than Toothless. Easy prey for dragon eaters. Safer together, but...alone, easy to kill."

'Careful' and 'cautious' were words she knew, but 'hesitant' was a new one. Though considering the words he used, she could figure out that he wasn't quite right, though his assessment was not necessarily incorrect, either. "Not word I want, but words not wrong." Stranger replied, nodding with a raise of her eyebrows. "But yes, respected. Not always, but since alpha now respected. We knew her since nest days. Not friend, not not friend...? Erm...familar? It was surprise when she alpha after old one died. But wanted to lead, so she alpha, now."

It was sort of sad that Stranger didn't really have a lot of friends growing up. Mirage wasn't exactly a friend, but she and her brothers were familiar with her since they were little. They had never expected that such a dainty and carefree dragon would be interested in the alpha position, but she took it immediately. And ever since, she had proven to take it seriously, becoming sterner and more no-nonsense since taking the position. Her brothers had certainly tried to court her, but she had never really taken an interest in them...or anyone for that matter.

Something which was the subject of a fair bit of gossip in the Hidden World. "Your friends...I not see them much since...since we stay here. Too nervous." Stranger asked, curiosity in her tone of voice as she leaned against the wooden pillar she was propped up against, tilting towards Hiccup. That one blonde woman was the object of his affection, or at least what she could discern as such, but she didn't really see much of his other companions since they freed her and her brothers from the trappers the night that they'd met. "I...did not have many, when I was little. What...what are your friends like, Hiccup?"

Toothless indicated that Sunchaser was right. 'This one was chained, had a lot of metal on him. This human was unlike any other I've seen. I have my suspicions of how he got the Bewilderbeast under his control, but I don't know for certain.'

'Humans are immune to alpha dragons commands. When this alpha tried to kill my human, I challenged him, and in accepting that challenge he had lost control of all that were forced to follow. With their help, we won.'

Hiccup nodded as Stranger spoke, understanding what she meant.

"Another Light Fury? So, maybe that species isn't as rare as I thought..."

Bringing a hand to his chin, his eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher Strangers movements. "Hmm...I'd say hesitant, but it's not likely for an alpha to have that trait... More careful, perhaps? Cautious? Is, is she well-respected, then?"

"Distant, maybe?"