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floralscented · 2 months ago

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bonnie!reader & clyde!dean - the name of the game, baby!

includes, crime :( but for the good of the people! the sexual tension is high but nothing ever gets done ab it sorry for the edging pt 2 soon tho

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times were tough these days. dean hadn't known a moment of peace from the very moment he decided that hunting wasn't doing shit for sustaining him, and, well... when he met you.

he'd made up his mind already that hunting was a deadend for him. as much as it killed him to think, it was. how could you keep up a job that didn't pay you, and expect to stay afloat? he wasn't.

it started with dining and dashing when he could, scrounging together the scraps of change and loose bills in his pockets for better things than something like a meal that he had to have or he'd die. putting money directly into corporate pockets when he'd then be out of a bed for the night was not something that he ever wanted to do.

until he met you. by chance, and by the threads of fate, you wound yourself around his heart and never let go.

he was finishing up the handful of fries on his plate, eyes drifting around the room as the waitresses moved to-and-fro. they hadn't stopped by him in a while, so he figured that he was either safe, or about to get approached and interrogated about another round of beer.

he'd take one, sure, but it'd be added to a tab he wasn't going to pay, so it was in their best interest to keep their noses out of his business.

one of the women catches his eye anyways, and she's making her way over with a noticeable sway of her hips and a swish to her long blonde hair, when-

the bell over the entrance door rings as the glass bursts open. in stumbles you, buttoning up the white blouse you wore without even looking up from it, loose and disheveled hair swaying in the burst of air your entrance caused.

you were beautiful, even in your mess, and even when your mouth opened to beg for forgiveness to a man behind the counter. "sorry! my car is shit, it wouldn't start, and-"

"louise has been covering your ass for thirty extra minutes," the man interrupts, his face stoic and unbreakable. "unpaid. don't apologize to me on your lack of punctuality, apologize to louise."

dean watches the whole exchange from his red-cushioned booth by the window, each second making his eyes narrow further. great. now he was getting a heart about stealing from this joint, just because of the way he now knew you girls were treated here. probably would have to cover his tab yourselves.

he sighs. they can't all be winners.

you're making your way over to him, and at first, with his fry smothered in a slurry of ketchup, he thinks you must be the prettiest girl he's ever seen, and here he is, shoveling down fries like a starved man.

fry drops back onto the plate. the waitress who'd been on her way over to dean is halted by your worried little mouth running all over again. "louise-"

"fuck him. i don't mind a second of it." louise pats your forearm with her hand. "it's not even been busy. he's just a dick. this one's my last."

her free hand lifts to gesture at dean, and he again feels a flush of awareness when louise turns to him, and then follows you. your eyes nearly freeze him on the spot. big and bright. christ.

"no, it's okay, i've got him," you say, and the smile you give to him and then to her does freeze him, ice cold and solid in this shoddy little booth. "you just head on home, alright?"

dean at least tries to look like he hadn't been eavesdropping. drops his head again, picks up that discarded fry from his plate.

"hi, sorry about that," you say around a frazzled sigh when you approach his table, and he can't help but bristle at how many apologies he's heard you utter in the last five minutes, all of them unnecessary. "anything i can getcha?"

he actually cannot stop looking at you. you missed a button three down from your collar, the shirt a bit crooked because of the slip. your nimble hands were in the process of tying your hair up and out of your face, flyaways dancing in the fluorescents of the diner like strands of glitter.

no, he wasn't planning on getting anything else. had cemented that idea the moment he decided he couldn't just steal from this place.

but the thought of asking for the check after only getting a few moments with you... wasn't going to fly for him.

dean lifts the empty glass bottle from the edge of his table. "just another one of these, sugar."

your lips curl something wicked, and he doesn't know why, but he knows that he feels like a teenage boy again, with the way his heart flutters at the sight. "that it?"

"yeah, that's it," and you really are a little minx, not as innocent as the act you give to your boss and your coworkers, because he can almost see the fire brewing behind your eyes, "why, you got somethin' else you wanna give me?"

that usually gets him a flush, bright pink warmth on the faces of the waitresses he says it too. you, though, only seem to brighten at the question. fire stoked. "a piece of my mind, maybe."

"alright, so sit that pretty ass down and give it to me."

you seem taken aback by it for a second, your entire face warming to such a pretty pink. your eyes flit back to the kitchen, and then to the open space in the booth across from him, and slowly, you sink down into it.

"hit me, sugar," dean says, leaning back against the ruby red cushions, "give me a little piece of that mind."

"you were gonna steal, weren't you?" you say, so fast and quick that he's taken aback this time. "when lou was leavin'. you were bankin' on her back being turned."

dean resists the urge to whistle under his breath. what an odd little talent that is, catching crimes before they happen. "nah."

"'nah'," you mimic, and his eyebrows shoot up on his forehead, "i know your type. thinkin' you're some kind of robin hood, skippin' the dollar on big brother."

"i'm not going to, sugar," he insists, more firmly this time, feeling a little on edge by your blasé attitude. he'd expect someone so accurate in their assessments to already have him by the ear, leading him into the hands of the guys with cuffs. "can't make you pay for food you didn't eat, can i?"

"i can afford a beer and a plate of fries, babe," you shoot right back at him, a sickly sweet smile on those pretty pink lips of yours. "i can't afford to sit here and waste my time cracking jokes with a joke."

dean does whistle this time, a scoff of laughter falling from his mouth. "y'think i'm a joke, huh?"

"i think anyone who claims they're doing things to damn the man is." your arms fold over your chest, the blouse bunching up beneath your breasts and pushing them up just enough-- "hey. eyes up here." fuck. "that's exactly what i'm sayin'. all damn the man but you're still a tool."

"that mean you wanna use me?"

this little back and forth was the most fun dean had had in weeks. months, even, if he discredited the cheap nights with easy girls in dirty motel rooms.

"no," you stumble the words out, spluttering them out like they burn your tongue. "i don't even know your name."

"dean."

your eyes linger on his for a few moments longer, like you're trying to assess if this is another one of his lies. you must like what you see reflected back, though, because you smile, slow and languid. "dean."

the silence that follows is short-lived and buzzing. then, your lips part again. "were you really going to dine and dash?" a test. you don't sound mad, or like you're interested in turning him in at all.

his shoulders lift in a slight shrug. "that's just the name of the game, baby." he leans forward with his elbows resting on the rickety table between the two of you. "damn the man, right?"

one second passes, then two, and then you're snatching a fry from the plate in between you, dipping it in the pool of ketchup on the edge of his plate. "there are much more fun ways to damn the man."

notes, WEEEEEE i was gonna do fallen angel!dean first but something ab these two were STUCK in my head hope u dont mind

tags, @jasvtsc @depressionbarbie2023 @figthoughts @titsout4nicholas

(if u wanna be added to this btw / u are supposed to be and i keep forgetting pls know it's not a vendetta i am just a silly lil lady who doesn't know what she's doing ok)

#──★ dahlia's jrnl #──★ dean x saga #bonnie!reader x clyde!dean #jensen ackles #dean winchester #bonnie and clyde #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester one shot #spn #supernatural #supernatural one shot #spn one shot

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ambrosialdesire · 6 months ago

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Can I request yandere porco x reader who doesn't take him seriously/ isn't afraid of him or being bratty or whatever so he transforms to scare her

hellion

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 porco x fem!reader word count: 5.9k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, past + current human-trafficking/purchase mentions, forced feminization/infantilization, stockholm syndrome development, forced proximity, torture/violence mentions (choking, starvation, drowning, tying up), drugging (sedation), prey & predator vibes, kinda psychological horror?, humiliation, slight praise, degradation, slight gaslighting, kinda mindbreaky, all characters are 18+ synopsis: you were an impulse purchase that he never thought he'd make before, and although he doesn't regret it, he's having a difficult time trying to soothe your feisty spirit. who knew that all it took was one transformation and a chase you'll never forget? a/n: i'm gonna be so fr idk how to write bratty characters LOL i rarely read bratty readers in general so i'm really free-balling this 💀 kinda simple and to the point compared to my other fics, esp since i've never wrote for porco before so this is like testing the waters and most likely SUPER ooc. it's also more of a psychological fic since i'm not in the mood of writing complete nsfw haha but i hope you enjoyed this anon! sorry it also took so long to be done but then took me like three days to make and edit 😅 (i still think it's a little sloppy, esp the end BUT that's what anon questions are for so i can sorta explain and piece it together more lol) again, hope y'all enjoy!! note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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He hated when you got like this, putting up a constant nonsensical fight against him.

You'd be a perfect candidate to be his successor from the way you bite down into his skin when he tried to touch you, scratching up his face when he got too close, and always almost managing to slip through his grasp to dash towards the open basement door before he tugged the chain wrapped around your throat back towards him, watching you bare your teeth at him angrily. You were truly a wild animal, that's why he chose you in the first place.

Porco wanted to tame this wild spirit of yours, simply for the fact to see if he could.

Little progress was made, he made your purchase not long ago in the slums of Liberio, where the truly wicked and evil roamed to sell and purchase anything deemed illegal by the Marleyan government. As much as he refused to take these kinds of assignments, preferring to be back on the battlefield with Zeke and Pieck, Porco was already in deep waters for fighting with Reiner again. Not his fault that the Vice Captain's face was so punchable. Thus, here he was, being forced to shut one of the operations down that was said to involve a human-trafficking ring. Down he went alone in disguise, shuffling through the disgusting sweaty bodies of devil scum drooling over a piece of fresh meat on the stage.

He remembered got a good view of the bidding, eyeing each fearful chained-up person with boredom until you were pulled up. God, you really were the star of the stage. Two burly men had to tug your fighting body onto the crumbling wooden stage, a mixed sound of what could be a snarl and screech emerging through your cracked and bruised lips as you refused to move any further. You put up a good fight against the henchmen, the crowd jeering at the display of tug-o-war.

Once they managed to get you to the middle, the auctioneer started to ramble on about your pricing. Your hands may be wrapped in cloth and tied together, but the minute he neared you to show you off, you struck him with a mean uppercut, almost pouncing on him once he fell over before the two men held you back. Even then, you were thrashing around on your wounded feet, spitting out curses and howls at the fuckers beneath you, telling them that you'd hope they'd all burn and rot in hell.

He's the only one that snorted at that statement, feeling all eyes on him.

Porco really wasn't any different from those around him as he raised his hand up, offering over a thousand for the wild girl, more than what the other fucks around him could possibly afford. It won't make a dent in his bank account either because once he takes you home, the authorities would've already been called to the place. He gets to keep his money and you, while Marley gets rid of more scum; a two in one deal. You glared down at him, a burning fire settling deep within the darks of your pupils as he grinned back in return.

You were going to be a fun little purchase, that he's sure of.

He didn't really want to, but considering that you were a snappy little thing, you had to be down in the basement of his home until he managed to get your temper under control. The chain was long enough for you to reach the bathroom down there from the bed, but not long enough to reach the door. Once you managed to slightly calm down, realizing that your new "owner" was unfazed by your act as he leaned against the wall, you cautiously settled on the bed. You were still tense, unsure of what his intentions are.

"You got a name?" Porco started, finally breaking the silence as he crossed over his arms.

"You have my papers, don't you?" Your eyes squinted at him, the raspy retort coming quick out your mouth. He did, but he didn't bother looking at them just yet.

He scoffed, pushing himself off the wall, slowly stepping closer to you. "Snarky one, aren'tcha? Just tryna be a little civil here."

"Civility? Don't make me laugh. Buddy, you're the one that bought me. I think we both know that any sort of civility you had has been long gone the moment you raised your stinkin' fucking hand in the auction and brought me down here." If your temper wasn't enough indication of a need of reformation, your mouth definitely was.

"I'm surprised you even lasted that long in the slums with that tongue and attitude of yours, most would've been turned into chopped meat without even a second thought." You were about to say something back before he slammed his hand into your face, pushing your head into the bed and prying your mouth open with his fingers. A gurgle of a scream erupted out of your throat as you struggled to push him off you, but no dice.

"But I'm not like most. Me? I could crush your skull whenever I want, maybe slowly pull each of your limbs apart so you'll feel each tendon and ligament rip away from your sorry torso." Porco pushed harder until you got the message, silencing yourself as your face ached and throbbed from the pressure, yet your eyes still held that same vindictiveness from the auction that never seemed to quite be quenched. Your jaw abruptly closed around his fingers, a pained hiss slipping out of his lips as the pearly whites grinded into his skin.

He's going to relish seeing that light die from you, when you finally realize that he's the sole reason of your living, that you should've been grateful from the start that he's the one that bought you instead of the beer-gut ridden trash that wasted away in the slums.

Porco finally removed his hand out of your mouth, drool and teeth indentations staining his fingers. Light steam was coming off of them, the superficial wounds closing up. He knew you caught that, eyes focused on his hand.

"Now, get some rest. Training begins tomorrow."

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When he said training, he meant torture.

That's what you thought as you experienced every debilitating and humiliating ritual he forced onto you every day. You eventually learned his name because of someone saying it upstairs — God you wished that the floors above were as soundproof as the basement's walls— Porco, but you called him 'piggy' sometimes, despite him trying to train you into saying sir. Simple, but it got him irritated real fast.

Porco was a strange man, you knew he was definitely not like the other men you've came across in your imprisoned life. Every wound you made on his person, no matter how deep you curled your nails into him or bite down as hard as you possibly could, he was left unblemished. Not even a fading scar or lasting indent, it was as if you've never injured him in the first place.

He bled, the taste of iron familiar on your tastebuds, but it really was like nothing occurred after a few minutes. You knew that he healed fast too, that weird steam came out of the wounds right after you inflicted it from what you could see with the lantern light, but you don't know why it did. Were you so out of touch from the outside for so long that new medical advancements were made?

He also disappeared for short periods of time, leaving you occasionally starving if he didn't leave enough food beforehand and surprisingly bored; he was really your only company nowadays, so it was quite frustrating to come to the conclusion that you'd even miss the bastard despite the shit he's made you go through. Once Porco came back though, he'd be a little nicer to you but that would last for roughly a week once you gotten sick of his company again.

He only sedated you when he needed your complete compliance or when he deemed you too much, your head rolling around weakly as he undresses and bathes you with him in the tub, the heightened sensation of calloused hands brushing against every inch of your skin. You may be out of it, but every other sensation was magnified. It was the only peace the two of you got with each other, even if you weren't a truly willing participant.

Porco was also quiet when it came to this activity, the steam and heat of the tub creating a slight flush on his tanned cheeks as he leaned back against the porcelain. His normally gelled-back blond hair would be damp and falling over his face, expression lax. You thought he was on the completely lankier side before since you rarely see him without the green coat, but no, he was quite muscular despite being pretty slender.

It made sense, he's lifted and thrown you like you weighed absolutely nothing, holding you down without much struggle, and letting you exhaust yourself while he looked completely normal.

He seemed disinterested in each other's nudity, though you did notice the first few times when he started the bathing routine that he took in every little detail of your body, eyes wandering more than usual. It's not like you could've stopped him and he never touched you sexually, only touching your privates to clean those areas. You've accidentally let out a quietly hitched breath here and there when he brushed those digits of his in-between your pussy, your drugged mind struggling to comprehend the feeling. You believed that he never noticed during those mishaps, not bothered in the slightest during it but whenever he got out of the tub first, it was pretty obvious he'd be partially aroused.

You wouldn't say that you were completely innocent in the act of staring at the other either, you've spotted his cock more than a few times and were slightly internally glad that he never took it for a spin against you. He must be a show-er more than a grower (if he was any lengthier hard, you might be in trouble), but he was notably bigger than the other disgusting men you've came across. Thank god for that, at least. It was finally nice looking at a man that wasn't built like a water buffalo in denial of balding and having the smallest dick around.

As time passed by, you feel like you confirmed your suspicions that he never really was interested in using you for any sexual needs, he was more into seeing how much it would take for you to break. Maybe he's done this to others to get his rocks off, but you'd never give into the sick man's perversions.

One thing that was prominent you've noticed while in his care was that he rarely made you do anything by yourself. He's the one that fed you with you on his lap, clothed you in stupidly feminine outfits from the start of the day to the night, bathed you alongside him. He cleaned and dressed any wounds you inflicted on yourself, but left surface scratches and bruises alone. Porco was in complete control and if you didn't let him take the reins, that's when the punishments rolled in.

Balancing books on your head as you stood on your tiptoes, if any of them fell or if you went back on your heels, he'd hit the back of your calves hard with a riding crop and restart the entire thing. Forcing your head over a bucket of freezing cold water, asking you difficult questions with no right answers to them, and pushing you down into it when you said anything that he didn't want to hear. He choked you out and left you intentionally starved for days when you refused to eat what he made, tied up and blindfolded in a tight closet with no indication of how long time had passed because you didn't want to wear what he chose, anything to ensure that you've learned your lesson.

You didn't, of course you never did. Whenever he asked if you had enough, you only just laughed at him and spat at his face, the punishments only ending once he got tired of it. Your stubborn attitude was the only thing keeping you sane in this world of yours.

No matter how much you were forced to endure endless embarrassment and shame, you'll never grovel or beg for mercy, not even shedding a tear for the agonizing pain you felt as you laid on the scratchy mattress every night. And besides, he wasn't the only one who tried and he most certainly would be the last once you figured out how to get out of here.

You felt a jab to your stomach, abruptly waking you from your short rest. The lights weren't even turned on, but even you knew that the next horrid day has just begun, a flashlight blinding you next.

"Morning sweetheart, you know what time it is? It's 3 in the morning, nice and early for our next session. Are you going to be good and let me put your outfit on?" The nicknames only started a few weeks ago, just because you were being obedient and compliant to his demands. It's to make you feel nice, to think that's what you should be doing to get on his good side.

Fuck, he's really insane.

Obviously since you were completely exhausted, you might as well let him take control again until you regained more strength. You nodded slowly, rubbing your eyes as he finally moved the light off of your eyes. He murmured something of a praise, stroking your head gently before going upstairs to retrieve the outfit. You sat there in silence, partially nodding off until you heard his footsteps near the door, body slightly stiffening.

You may not be outwardly afraid of him, but unconsciously, he made you become unintentionally afraid of the new fucked up punishments that he created. At a certain point in this life, it was undeniable not be terrified of something unexpected.

"A friend recommended this new place for women clothes since she noticed I've been in a good mood lately." Porco pushed the door open, a light pink babydoll dress in his hands. "Ain't it nice? Might be better than all the other ones I've put you in, the seamstress really has outdone herself, don't you think sweetie?"

Everything about it looked too short, ruffles and lace making most of the skirt and the sleeves overtly puffy. He may think he's putting you into something cute, but it was obviously something uncomfortable to wear. It's intentionally supposed to make you tick, you knew it was.

"It's..." You started, thinking about how to go around this without sounding offensive. "Pink."

He frowned, obviously expecting more from you but simply shook his head. Alright, that was a somewhat valid response.

"Still tired huh? Yes, most of your clothes are pink, but this one," He placed the dress next to you, along with the undergarments and shoes. "This one is for a special occasion."

Special occasion? A year must've already passed by since he purchased you, it wouldn't be all that surprising if he was celebrating that. You lifted your arms up and let him remove your nightgown, leaving you only in your underwear. Porco removed the dress from the hanger, turning towards you and pulling the dress over your head and arms, organizing it properly over your body.

Definitely too small now that you were wearing it, the bands around the arms making it feel like you were gonna lose circulation on them and your breasts nearly spilling out of the top of the dress, no matter how much he was adjusting it. The skirt was also way too revealing, just barely covering your panties but he soon tugged those off, putting on an even more scantily clad pair. He brushed out your hair, taking a few pieces and attaching a bow with it behind your head. The shoes were just simply white flats, the only part of the outfit that you had no problem with.

"There. Such a beautiful girl, wouldn't you agree?"

He cooed as he stood you up and dragged you to the bathroom, pulling off the drape that covered the mirror. You weren't allowed to use the mirror, that was what he said as one of the rules way back then. You didn't know why he asked that of you, but you've never seen yourself in years anyways, the details of your appearance foggy in each glimpse of a reflecting surface. The basement was dark too, the only sources of light being the flashlight or lanterns that Porco brings down here to see you. But this?

This was the first time you truly felt horrified at anything, bruises of varying colors littering around your skin, most prominently around your neck. You looked sickly, a pale complexion covering your skin, and bone-dead tired, eyebags weighing under your lower eyelids heavily. The only thing that looked decent on you was your brushed out hair and dress, despite how it squeezed at your almost feeble body.

"What... what did you do to me?" Your hands went over your face, feeling your very soul crumple into itself.

Porco snorted, his hand wrapping around your jaw and forcing you to look at the reflection. "Nothing. This is you, all you. The only thing I've done is the bruises but everything else is your fault."

You pushed him back, his body hitting the wooden door with a thud. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes since the first time in forever as you balled your fists at your side. You started wailing, curses slipping through your lips.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

"Y/N—" His tone was becoming angry, a warning.

Porco never said your name before.

You took off one of the flats and quickly threw it hard at the mirror, multiple fragments shattering off the wall. You grabbed the biggest piece that landed on the ground, feeling the palm of your hand cut open, warm blood spilling down your fingertips. Without a second thought, you lunged at your captor. Porco was stronger as he stopped you midway of your attack, but his hands slipped from the grip he had on your bloody hands and wrists, it was almost unnoticeable but not to you.

With the little strength you had left, you gave it your all, letting out a wrathful shriek as you jabbed the piece into his stomach, twisting it in as deeply as you could.

The world fell silent as you watched his blood seep through his shirt.

This was the first time you've looked into his eyes in the light and this close in general, the hazel color showing nothing but displeasure. You heaved slowly, taking in shaky breaths through your nose. Slowly, you released the shard and backed away from his still-standing body, the chain connected to you rattling along on the stony ground with your movements. Your eyes were still locked onto him, impatiently waiting for him to collapse so you can take the key out of his dying cold body.

Yet, that didn't happen.

"You're fucking pathetic, stupid even." Porco's hand reached for the mirror shard embedded in his gut, pulling it out with a slight hiss, as if it was nothing but a splinter. "If only, just only, you remembered that I can heal from any wound that your dumbass places on me, we wouldn't have this issue but I guess I gave your slow little brain one too many hits."

The steam was coming off of him again as he threw the bloody shard pack into the broken pile, your teeth baring at him.

"What the hell are you? Some kind of monster?" He laughed, pushing his hair back with blood, the red mixing in with the dark blond.

"Worse," Porco charged at you with inhumane speed, grabbing your throat and lifting you up in the air with one hand, your hands clawing at his forearm as black spots began to form in your vision. "I'm one of the worst monsters of them all. A Titan."

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You awoke to find yourself in a forest.

Originally, you thought you died. It's been years since you've last seen the outside, even felt the wind's breeze go against your face and feel the rising sun's rays warm up your skin. Yet, as you opened your eyes, you reached out to the grass, feeling the smooth blades brush up against your fingers, you knew you were still alive.

Sitting up, you slowly took in the surrounding environment. Did Porco abandon you because he thought you were dead? A giddy feeling rose up from within, excited about the possibility of finally, finally having the freedom that you've desired for so long. You wobbly stood up, realizing that you were still in the outfit he made you wear, now stained with dried blood. Ugh, at least he should've had the decency to put you back in rags or something before dumping your 'corpse'.

How far were you from the nearest civilization? You'd be lucky if you managed to come across one before either dying of dehydration or starvation, hoping you'd run into an Eldian internment zone rather than a major Marleyan city. Maybe even dying here in the wilderness would be a better death than being around people again, considering that all of them would just disappoint you once more.

There was a sound of grass crunching, small branches breaking from behind you as footsteps drew closer.

"Awake aren't we?" Fuck. You turned around, seeing him standing back at a distance, still wearing his bloody clothes.

"I wish I wasn't now that I know you're here piggy. Goddamnit, why didn't you just fall over and die when I stabbed you?" You grumbled the last half, tugging at the bottom of the skirt dejectedly. From afar, you could imagine that his eyebrow was twitching in irritation once you mentioned the nickname.

"You're so annoying, you know that? It's been a year and no matter what I do to you, you still persist. Still convincing yourself that you can't be broken. You've really ran me dry to figure out what I can do to make that pretty little head internally pop, well, I got one more thing that'll make you finally listen to me." Porco fished out a small pocket knife out of his jacket, holding out his palm for you to see before he sliced the middle of it, blood immediately gushing out.

"I'll give you a 15 minute head start, timer starts when I transform. If you can hide or outrun me, I'll let you go free. No catches, you'll simply be free to walk among us again. But if I find and catch you," A cocky smile grew on his face, pointing the knife down at you. "You're going back to the fucking basement."

Wait. What does he mean by transform?

A flash of blinding lightning appeared abruptly right in front of you, gusts of wind nearly knocking you over. You covered your face to try and shield yourself from the sudden weather change onslaught, the sound of something crunching forming loud in your ears. The light finally faded away after a few minutes gone by, a huge shadow hovering over you instead. Hesitantly, you peered up out of your arms and gaped in horror as you stared at the monster in front of you.

Where Porco once stood, a bony skull-like faced Titan stood before you on all fours, a mane of familiar blonde hair wrapping around its head like a lion. It had a shorter and muscular stature than most Titans you've seen in books before your kidnapping, still towering over you but not as much as a normal Titan would. White-tipped claws on each of its digits were prominent on both its hands and feet, digging into the soft grassy ground beneath it.

What the fuck? What the fuck?! Your captor was the Jaw Titan user the entire time? Is that why he disappeared every now and then? Holy shit, you knew what the Jaw Titan user's dick looks like.

Its small hazel eyes glared down at you through the skull-like mask and you felt frozen to the spot, too afraid to make any move. Was he even still in control of himself in there? A guttural growl came out of it then, snapping you out of it.

Porco's waiting for you to move, he... he wants to chase you down. You have no other choice, and you'd rather put up another fight than to lay down belly-up.

You took off the other flat that still remained on your foot and threw it at the face of the creature, soon dashing as quickly as possible into the lush forest. In your head, you knew your outfit was going to be an immediate sore thumb in the surrounding greens and browns so you started to rip it apart as you ran, trying to scatter the pieces as much as you possibly could to throw off the trail. All you were left in was your thin underwear and even that was a risk to keep on, but it was all you had left to preserve the dignity you were barely holding onto.

As you ran, you felt every stray branch dig into your already-damaged skin and every breath you took in felt like needles in your nostrils. It was better than nothing, better than getting immediately caught by that thing. You don't know how much time has passed since you started running, all you knew was that you must've wasted precious seconds when you gawked at the atrocity of a Titan.

There was a whipping sound and then a thud, trees cracking and breaking behind you. The echo of birds flapping away from the source, cawing in alarm rang loudly in your ears and you felt immediate dread crawl up your spine. Your head start was up, he's coming.

You still ran as fast as you could despite the burning in your underused muscles, trying to find somewhere decent to hide in. An overgrowth, a bush, anything at this point. The sounds of whipping and cracking were getting closer and closer, panic bubbling in your stomach until you missed a step, falling over and knocking the wind out of yourself.

You cried out as quietly as possible once you got air back in your lungs, slowly sitting up with damp dirt clinging onto your bare skin. Taking a glance at the ledge you fell from, an idea popped in your mind. Underneath, it was wide enough to fit your body and deep enough for you to hide in, so long as you could cover yourself up with leaves and dirt. The sound of a gurgling snarl close by meant that you had little time to put your plan into action, and you grabbed the nearby shrubbery in handfuls, crawling into the space as fast as you could.

Laying on your back, your place the gathered materials on your body, completely covered from head to toe. You didn't know how it looked on the outside, but it had to be something that could be overlooked when he was searching around. It had to be because you were not going back, you refused to.

The close rumble of the ground almost had you scream out in terror, but you put your hands over your mouth as tightly as you could, your breaths shaky out of your nose. The thuds grew closer and closer, body jumping with each passing step, and then it stilled. You could slightly see what was going on outside, heart dropping when you immediately spotted him.

The Titan was just standing there, completely still besides his head moving around to scan the area. He must've figured out that your clothing trail had gone cold or that it was fake the entire time, but the one thing you knew was that he was quick to catch up either way. A hissing sound, almost sizzling, broke the silence. You watched as Porco's original body appear out of the creature's upper back, right near the neck.

What. The. Hell.

"You're here, aren't you?" His voice was calm, no hint of frustration or irritation. Porco had too much pride to proven wrong, he was confident that he tracked you in the right spot and you hate that he was correctly onto you.

"Your footsteps stopped not too far from here, y'know. You tryna hide now? Ran out of stamina? Twisted your ankle?"

You clenched your eyes tightly together, praying that he'll give up, that he won't find you. Never in your wretched life have prayed before, but you'd start worshipping the very god that'll manage to make sure that Porco won't look in this shallow cavern.

"Fine. If you don't want to reveal yourself—"

There was another sizzling sound, your eyes opening and seeing that he went back into the body, the creature beginning to move once more. The Titan then opened its bony maw, revealing a second pair of sharper teeth before an ear-bursting screech projected out of it, your hands shooting to your ears to try and cancel out the horrid sound. The scream kept wailing aloud like a never-ending storm alarm, your head beginning to ache. It felt like it was going to pop the longer it went on, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Silence.

There was a slight ringing in your ears, but the screaming was gone and when you looked out of your hidey-hole, he was no longer standing there. Did he actually give up? You stayed still in the divot, head throbbing and heart pounding against your ribcage. You'll even wait until the next morning if it meant for any kind of confirmation that he was gone.

Suddenly, a claw came down on the roof of your cavern, the sharp tips just barely missing your body. It ripped away the dirt and rock, the sunlight blinding you as you sputtered out the pieces that came down on your face from the removal. Complete fear radiated off your expression as its unnerving mask stared down at your trembling form. You... lost.

You think that its — his — eyes were gleaming with glee right now, seeing how pitiful you looked, filthy and damaged. His hand reached for you, body stiffening as the fingers curled around you, picking you out of the hole carefully. The body of the Titan slumped down and the same hissing sound came out of the back of it, Porco reappearing once more.

"Took me only 30 minutes to find you, what a pathetic attempt of a run," He insulted, leaning his body over the fuzzy head of the creature. "Though, I will have to give props to you with the hiding. I wouldn't have spotted you until you moved in the hole from the scream."

"P-please... make this th... thing stop touching me." You almost whispered, the coldness and rough texture of its grip tight around your body. You hated that you were directly forced to stare at it, its eyes blank but still glaring deep within your soul.

"You afraid of it? You scared of the big bad Titan?" Porco taunted, his arm slightly moving and the grip tightening around you even more. You let out a strangled cry, your breathing becoming erratic. The feeling of the jagged bones jutting into your flesh like squeezing a balloon to its limit, the imagery of your organs bursting out of you, began to make you hysterical.

"Please s-st... stop! P-please! I... I don't want to die! Porco, I'm begging you! Get me out!" You started sobbing, blobs of tears flowing down your cheeks. You hated him, but you hated this monster even more. To think that they were truly real, a true threat to your fragile existence, it was something that was horrifyingly difficult to mentally process.

Porco gawked at your sniveling body, not even trying to wiggle out of the Jaw Titan's hand but still crying out to him for his help. This is what he wanted right? To see you completely give up, to depend on his assistance, to save you. He felt so fuzzy and dizzy on the feeling, almost like he drank too much liquor. Just to play around with you a little more, his hand twitched, causing the Titan to squeeze you even more.

You screamed out in fear once the pressure got even more narrow, your cries resonating louder within the deep forest as you simultaneously begged him to stop. Aw, how adorable but alright, he's had his fun for the day. This might've gotten the message across, let's see how long it'll last or else he'll have to do this again and again if he had to.

"Will you finally listen to me?" He finally spoke up, your teary eyes immediately meeting his and nodding furiously without hesitation.

"Yes! Y-yes I will!"

"And what do I want to hear from you?" You sniffled, looking completely drained of all fight.

"I-I'm sorry... s... s-sir. I wo... won't ever do i-it again."

Porco thought he never felt such euphoria in his life until he heard your apology, a wickedly proud grin growing on his face. He pulled himself out of the Jaw Titan's back, watching the creature start to steam and deflate as he reached for you, peeling its fingers off of your body and helping you down. Unexpectedly, you latched onto Porco once you got on the ground, your arms wrapped around him tightly in a vice hug. You... never did that before.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You repeated over and over again, your tears wetting his coat. "I won't fight you again, I-I promise sir."

His hand reached over to your head, light stroking the tangled strands as you trembled against his body. "That's what you get for being a bitchy brat, you don't want me to do it again right?"

You shook your head in response, gripping onto his clothes even tighter at the thought of being chased by that thing again.

"Then you gotta listen to me better, okay? You listen, no Titan. And now that I'm reminded of your bad manners, you've torn up that pretty dress of yours earlier. That wasn't cheap, you ungrateful bitch. How are you going to make it up to me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Worry began to fill up your still-teary expression as you pulled your face out of his shoulder. You were taking every insult with a grain of salt, dismissing them completely. "I-I'll do anything to make it up to you, sir."

Porco really wasn't any different from the devil nuisances down in the slums, an excited shiver going through his system. If you're really offering anything, then he might as well get what he deserved out of you, he's been waiting a year for it after all. He lifted your face with one hand, rubbing away a smudge of dirt off of your skin with his thumb.

"We'll discuss what you can do about it later. Now, let's go home and get ourselves cleaned up, you smell like mud and look like shit." Another apology slipped through your lips as he moved forward with your hand in his, the corners of his mouth curling upwards with pure joy.

The animal within you has become neutralized, the flame dying and being left behind with the fading Titan behind the two of you.

Porco finally got what he paid for.

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tau1tvec · 1 year ago

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S/O to a few of my favorite TS3CC Creators

I know this community is small, and therefore doesn't get as much love and attention as it deserves, but know that it is alive and well, much like my love for it, and it's many thanks to these ppl for keeping it fresh and fun even today.

@simtanico literally what would my sims be without you and your amazing sliders, slider fixes, and conversions.

@rollo-rolls you always work so hard to keep our sims looking stylish, I know a lotta people in this community appreciate you as much as I do!

@johziii you put so much love into your CC as you do your sims, homes and gameplay, you're truly the whole package!

@sim-songs an absolute legend for helping revive the Maxis Match ts3 community!

@nectar-cellar an absolute legend, period.

@imamiii idk how you do it, but you make this game look how it probably would had it been released today. Whether it's your gameplay posts, or your CC, I know when I see your post on my dash, I'm bound to be blown away.

@sourlemonsimblr still can't tell whether we're playing the same game, bc everything you post looks like The Sims 10, but I am so glad you're willing to share your CC with us, so maybe one day we will be playing the same game, lol.

@pleaseputnamehere just thought I'd let you know that I kiss your nosemasks goodnight as I tuck them into bed.

@xiasimla an amazing talented and devoted creator all around, every download post is a WIN.

@martassimsbook you keep my love for ts3's buy/build mode alive!

@billsims-cc ty for never giving up on us. 😭😭😭

@bioniczombie for sharing your amazing conversions, and helping run one of my favorite ts3cc finds blogs!

@satellite-sims although you aren't too active right now, I miss you, and I love your conversions sm. The extra work you put into making them the absolute best quality, just like all your posts is so loved and appreciated.

@simbouquet your mods and fixes are such a MUST, you always know exactly what this game needs, and execute it like a pro.

@phoebejaysims another amazing modder keeping this game truly interesting, ty so much for your dedication.

@criisolatex you're like some ethereal being sent to Earth on a mission to make ts3 the best it can be, and you're kind enough to share it with us.

@nemiga-sims-archive you pop out every once and a while like an all year round Santa giving us presents to throw into our games. TY!

@olomaya you work so hard to expand and improve and also make the gameplay in ts3 a lot more interesting.

@twinsimming you know you carry ts3 simblr, right? 💕

@thesweetsimmer111 besides being just the most talented animator I've ever seen in any modding community, your dedication to the youngest and ignored age groups is most admirable, ty.

@flotheory yet another talented and devoted modder giving ts3 the love and attention it deserves. I just know the devs would be so proud.

@greenplumbboblover you've always got something big up your sleeve, your ambition knows no bounds, and the ts3 community is so lucky to have you.

I'm likely forgetting some folks, so I'll probably add some more when I remember, and ty again everyone on this list for working so hard to keep this game alive, and fun, and freeeeeee!

#the sims 3 #ts3 #smallsimblrsaturday

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altarfates · 1 month ago

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I want to preface this by saying that I am holding myself accountable for not stepping up and either breaking off the friendship sooner or defending myself properly. As it stands even now I am not someone who copes well with confrontation and would rather stay as far away from it as possible. I’m speaking now because other people are coming forward with their stories and experiences. Whilst I have very few actual screenshots of conversations please understand that the interactions I’m discussing impacted me quite a lot mentally. It’s up to you to decide if you think I’m overreacting but by the end of those six months I had basically decided I no longer had a place in the rpc where I was welcomed after losing that friendship. I’ll be putting this under a read more so look at your own discretion. I won’t be speaking about this again after this.

If terios / ty sees this and decides they wish to unblock me and speak about it in order to see these feelings discussed and resolved im okay with that and if anyone else who has been in a similar situation needs someone to talk to or discuss it with in also open to that.

At the beginning of our friendship things were pretty intense and feeling like you were the main writing partner for someone who had already established themselves a place in the rpc was such a good feeling ? It’s like you really belong and you have someone who is so invested in your portrayal that you feel really important. There were many times where this once good feeling became tarnished by negativity, bitterness and what to me, felt like being bullied or belittled.

I’ll touch on a few things I really do remember quite clearly and be understanding that my adhd / ptsd and other things impact my capacity to retain information all the time I try to be very clear with this when talking with mutuals to avoid them becoming frustrated when I don’t remember everything all the time. they would tell me I wasn’t listening or paying attention when I tried to explain this.

there was a lot of time monopolising that I ended up enabling, this one in particular was mentioned to me by my partner who ended up feeling like I really distanced myself from them and even when I did want / try to spend time with them terios’ reaction would always be to change their tone to speaking bitterly or giving off this change of energy and if you recognise it you know it’s the sort where you’ve done something wrong and you need to fix it immediately.

There were also times where other friends became an issue, terios had problems with someone I was interacting with on dash. At the time I wanted to be in their corner because we were really close, they were my closest friend but these people had also been nothing but nice to me and I didn’t have issues with them. This tension went on for a while until terios let me know that I was two faced for not taking their side fully and I ended up blocking them which I thought was the right answer to appeasing someone who was upset. Yes, this was my fault I should have said no but they were a really important friend to me and I wanted them to feel like they were heard and understood. In the end I lost both of those friends and another friend who told me that if I continued to always take terios’ side in arguments like that I would have no one else left but them in the end.

It also happened when I mentioned that I was watching things with my mutual, we had only just started writing again after not speaking for a long time and terios was instantly making comments about it, usually vague and never good and when I finally said hey you know this isn’t cool to be saying this their response was just that I should have told them that sooner.

They were always unpleasant about Gepard ships that weren’t ours and I don’t know if that was because they just had a bias or not but I remember plotting an almost au verse with a firefly writer and dropping it because they were telling me when and how would that happen why is this something you’re writing ? basically implying that I owed it to some how justify what I was deciding to write for my muse ?

This also happened when I was creating an au for Gepard around being a vampire hunter I was so excited about it and I wanted to tell them and their response was to pick it apart reminding me oh this doesn’t make sense for Gepard’s canon age or this doesn’t make sense for his family and whilst I get caring about canon it really made me feel ? like my spark had just been squashed something I was so excited about just being torn to shreds completely and I never spoke about it again, tobias was there when this happened I had just came home from the gym in tears because I was so upset about it.

As those who interact with me know I am someone who is always earnestly trying to expand my vocabulary and learn new ways to incorporate cool stuff into my writing and there was one time one time when I used a word wrong and I did apologize for it and they ended up bringing it up over and over again for three months and whilst it was a joke in their eyes I don’t doubt it really just made me not want to try to improve my writing anymore and minimised myself to be someone they would approve of.

it also felt like anytime I began to get the confidence to bring up how I was feeling that it was turned around to make me feel worse or shit and like the whole situation was my fault rather than looking at it and both taking accountability and working to find a solution. I found this so challenging because so many times I left feeling like I was truly in the wrong because they had told me I was.

SC:

The last thing I will mention is that they will jump between gepard writers quite frequently. I wasn’t on the receiving end of this but I do know that when they blocked me only a day later then were dming a mutual and friend of mine who they had all but ghosted for those six months asking to write again. While this isn’t the worst thing ever I can only imagine how shitty that must feel and I know when they spoke to me and I said this it really hit home for them that they had been second best for those whole six months despite being there before me. This has happened with other Gepard writers too not just me and that person.

In the end a lot of this shit could have been amended if I told them your behaviour is shitty and it’s making me feel like shit but who wants to be put in a situation with a friend or writing partner where they feel like they have to make that choice.

I still do think terios is a good writer and they’re committed to the sampo they’re shaping but there are ways to interact with people that are kinder and not always with this undertone of being nasty or mean or spiteful. Again, if they or anyone else does want to talk to me about this they can and I trust that everyone can decide who they want to write with themselves. I just want my feelings and story to be heard and others to know they can speak up too.

#ooc.#drama cw #this doesn’t even feel like drama to me truly #I just want people to understand why I’ve felt so strongly about this #and I really do welcome anyone to talk to me about experiences and #if this does find its way back to Ty they can always talk to me about resolving not to be friends or mutuals I don’t want that #but to clear the air #the fact that Tobias my partner had to step in bc things got so bad and I was so distesssed two times #I tried to leave we fixed things it didn’t fix things at all #and I know I did shit wrong and should stand up for myself #but why am I having to stand up for myself at all against a mutual who is supposed to be my good friend.#tbd.#read it or don’t I don’t mind #I know some people might leave bc of me talking about this and that’s also fine #I know people don’t like seeing things like this spoken about on tumblr

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shhuuga · 2 years ago

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Could u do a bfb [best friend with benefits]

With Han and a !black reader? (Your work is so amazing like-? Omfg 😭) - 🐌

(girrlll don't flatter me 😊 ty tho!)

bfb!jisung owes you a favor <33

warnings: cussin, p in v, unprotected $3X (don't do dat <33), car $3X, kinda spoiled reader but we love that, mentions of improper eating, (smut under the cut!)

"shit, shit, shit!" jisung is almost never late to anything. key word, almost. when you ask him to do something, he's there. hand and foot. but, when he passed out after a long day of working out and barely eating, he wakes up to a phone full of angry voice messages from you and knows he's fucked. so he leaps from his bed, basketball shorts and his wife beater (the one that rode up a lil too high on his stomach) on, grabs his keys and phone before dashing out the door.

"listen, listen.. im sorry- ouch, damn!" jisung whines as you enter the car and give him a (well deserved) punch to the shoulder.

"sorry, my ass! it's been half an hour, where have you been? you were supposed to pick me up when the event ended, not when the after party started! jisung? are you even listening to..." he wasn't. he's too busy staring at the way your boobs jiggle every time you move.. damn, when did you get that dress?

"you're right. im sorry, y/n. i owe you, seriously. can i.. make it up to you?" you roll your eyes, is this nigga serious? then again, it's been a little bit since y'all have gotten some alone time with eachother. you two stopped having sex at his place when changbin walked in on you two, completely fucking drunk and tweakin. your place wasn't super convenient, either. since you had neighbors who always seemed to beat you to the bedroom.

but now that you're getting a good look at him, he's dressed like sex on legs. his waist looks incredibly small from the way he's angled on his side now, facing you and giving you his full attention. his vline and abs are almost on full display because of the way his shirt folds up on his stomach, and those stupid flimsy ass basketball shorts that practically put his dick on full display. fuck, you hate him so much right now.

and you make sure to reiterate that while he has you clenching around his dick in the backseat. after every couple thrusts, he hears a broken "i hate you" among your moans in pleasure. he chuckles softly,

"yeah, yeah baby.. i know. you just hate me so much, don't you? you don't hate taking this dick though... no, you love it, don't you?"

fuck yeah you do, but of course you'll never tell him that. not when he's pounding you so hard it's moving the car, not when you can feel yourself climbing that peak, and sure enough not when he pulls out right before you do and tuts his tongue.

"take it back, take it back and i'll make you cum." he starts stroking his cock, squeezing and rolling his wrist just like you do when you jerk him off, which is how you know he's not edging himself.

"i take it- ohh fuck!" jisung doesn't even let you finish his sentence, he's already back inside you, holding your legs up to his shoulders and pumping into you like a goddamn machine.

it takes seconds for that familiar warmth to take over your body, and for you to feel that release you've been so desperate for since you got in the car.

"fuck, i needed that..you still owe me though." you sigh out after a few minutes, letting jisung redress you and attempting to clean up your makeup, to no real avail, but it's the thought that counts.

"round two, then? in my bed?"

#🩷.txt #🩷 qu33ncard 🩷#skz x reader #changbin x reader #bangchan x reader #hyunjin x reader #lee know x reader #skz x y/n #skz fanfic #skz x black reader #jisung x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung #han jisung smut #han smut #han x reader #jisung smut #jisung x reader smut #💌 m41lb0x 4 u

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hikarimiyanaga · 1 year ago

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The Queen's Bride (Part 2)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Taglist : @kelloggs4cereal

You go back to your apartment and immediately see Jon just lounging around.

"You have your own apartment, you know?" You glare at him as you put down your bag.

"Where were you all day yesterday? I even called Oberyn and he told me you left your class fast."

"I was with Arya! Also, why are you looking for me??"

"Ygritte wanted a date." You raise an eyebrow at him.

"So?? The fuck are you telling me this for??" Jon rolls his eyes at you.

"Should I accept or not??"

"Jon. You are going to marry the girl. You'll become part of their family. Go on a date. It's not like you're busy, right?"

"Hey! I'm learning to be a kn-"

"A what? Knight? Do you think the Lannisters would allow it? Their head is part of the inner council." Jon scoffs at you.

"So is Uncle Ned!"

"Father doesn't have that much sway in that circle though, unlike Tywin." You sit besides him and sigh. "Tywin Lannister is scary as fuck. I think he has no conscience considering his treatment of his own youngest son."

"I still can't believe that you're friends with th-" You glare at him and pinch his hand before he could finish his sentence. "Tyrion! Ow!"

"He's smart. That's enough reason to be his friend." You grab his cost from the couch and toss it to his face. "Go on that date. Get to know your future wife."

"But-"

"No buts, Jon. You came here for advice. Get to know her." You smile at him. "You might actually like her."

"Fine. Fine. You win." Jon stands and puts on his coat. "See you next week?"

"We do have to study for history. So yes."

"Nice. Bye!" He dashes out of the apartment and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

'A date, huh?' You get your phone and look at your messages. Nothing new. You open your WestBook and search her name.

Daenerys Targaryen.

It seems that she's the youngest of all Targaryen kids right now. With Rhaegar being the heir right now.

You sigh at the picture. It was her with her family, all around the iron throne.

That's right. The Targaryen Family are the current ones sitting on the Iron Throne. Respected as the Family who is heading the Westeros Conglomerate and the only ones who has a connection with the dragons.

'If someone is really going to trial themselves with the dragons then it's my chance to see one.' You scroll and hum.

She's 18 Just like you. Also a freshman at Westeros University. It seems like she's studying Ruling and Taming Beasts. Both are official courses at the University.

You hum. Seems like Targaryen kids have more freedom unlike you.

'Fucking management.' You wanted to be a knight. Or maybe even a magician. But your Father pushed this course onto you and wanted no arguments. He said that this was the easiest course in the University and should be no problem for an omega like you. You shake your head of the memory.

"Fucking hells." You stand and get a glass of water for yourself.

When you say your last name, commoners either look at you with awe or disgust. Nobles usually look down on you. After all, The Starks were never on the top 3 Families in Westeros.

The Top 3 usually consists of the Targaryens, The Lannisters and the Baratheons. All three always vying for the Iron Throne.

You look at your phone again and click to message her.

You were about to send something when someone else messages you first.

Jaime Lannister has sent you a request.

You raise an eyebrow at the notification and immediately message Tyrion.

You : Is your brother on crack??? Why the fuck is he messaging me??

Tyrion replied immediately.

Tyrion : They found out that you were hanging out with me. Sorry.

You hum.

You : No worries about it, Ty. Tell him that I have no interest in him.

Tyrion : Oh. Got it. Have you got your fiancé yet?

You : Yes. Daenerys Targaryen.

Tyrion : OPPOSITE MOTTOS?????

You groan at the reminder. It felt like your father really took this arrangement out of his ass. It felt like he licked the current king's boots just for this.

And no way that it was to the Targaryen's benefits. Maybe they just wanted a new omega in their midst.

'Oh. Probably.' You realize. There have been too many beta results among the nobles. Omegas like you were basically like really rare among the nobles. Betas are like the last option when it comes to arranged marriages. After all, when it comes to pregnancy, omegas are more known to have greater pregnancy rates than betas.

You shudder at the thought then tears were on your eyes.

Did your Father arrange you to become a-

You sob as you fall to the ground.

You didn't want to think about it.

You didn't want to fall into that rabbit hole.

You didn't want to think about that way about your father.

But it's times like these that made you really want to kill yourself ever since you found that you were an omega. You sob as you hug your knees to yourself.

A breeder. What a term. It hasn't been used for five centuries but that was because people kept finding ways to disguise it.

But that was basically what you are. Easiest course. Grand apartment. The top Family in Westeros. It all fit like a perfect puzzle.

"I'm a fucking joke." You say to no one as you realize your predicament. It's why he found someone so fast. Maybe people even begun offering to him after your result was out. You didn't know. You don't want to know. You just wanted to be numb right now.

You text Oberyn.

You : I need to be numb.

His reply was surprisingly fast.

Oberyn : Numb how??

You : Like I can forget who I am.

Oberyn : I'll bring some to your apartment. Take it alone. I can't guarantee your safety if an Alpha is there with you.

You : What kind of- you know what. Fuck it. Bring it.

Oberyn : Gotcha. Will be there in a few minutes. Make sure to lock everything.

You change your clothes and wait for Oberyn. You didn't want to feel anything. Specially not this helplessness that persisted ever since you found out that you were an omega.

You hear a knock on the door and open it.

"Here. It'll last for the night. You'll feel numb af. Did you lock everything?" He asks and you nod. "Air vents? You don't want to let Alphas know you took this." You open up the air vents and Oberyn hums. "I like you, Y/N. Amongst all the nobles here in Westeros, you are one of the honorable ones." He holds out the small bag. "I get it. I have a sister who is an omega. But do not let this be a habit. I'm only helping just this once."

"I'm not going to be an addict. I just- I want to forget just for a night." Oberyn hugs you tightly and you sniff, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Good luck, Stark. Don't be a stranger." You smile slightly at him then lock your door. You double check everything then lock yourself in your room. You get the drug and quickly consume it. You didn't know what it was. You didn't want to know what it was.

After a few minutes, you started to feel the effect and was just staring in space.

That was the last thing you remember.

You wake up groggily and look at the clock. 8 am. What happened?

You look around and hum.

Right. Drugs. Forgetting.

"Fucking- my head hurts." You look at your phone and see the messages.

Oberyn : Remember to take the day off and rest. You'll need it.

Jon : The date is on Saturday. Will you help me choose clothes?

You groan as you stand and get to the bathroom. You get some medicine and drink it.

"Sleep. I need more sleep."

You get up four hours later and sigh in relief. Your headache is gone. You get your phone again and hum as you see no new messages. Thank god.

You drink a glass of water and sigh in relief. Your phone rings and you see that it was an unknown number. You answer it cautiously.

"Hello?"

"Hi there, Ms. Stark." You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar voice. You look at you phone in confusion before replying.

"Uh... Do I know who this is?" You hear the voice chuckle and hum.

"You probably should. After all, I am your fiancé."

"What?"

"I'm Daenerys Targaryen. Can we meet for coffee?"

You were in your favorite cafe, one that was run by two wives. You were drinking hot chocolate when Daenerys finally arrived. Almost everyone in the cafe stopped what they were doing and stared. You can't even blame them.

The Targaryens' signature silver hair flowed smoothly through her shoulders. You were drooling. At least you think you are. You quickly wipe off your mouth as Daenerys stops in front of the counter. She orders her drink then looks around. You were spotted so you quickly open your phone and pretend you haven't been staring and drooling at her since she walked inside. You hear her footsteps and your focus immediately shifted.

"Y/N Stark, right?" You put down your phone and Jesus. She is fucking ethereal.

"Yes. Uh- Daenerys?" She smiles and you blush.

"Yes. Daenerys Targaryen, nice to meet you." She says as she takes a seat in front of you.

"Oh, um. Nice to meet you too. I honestly didn't think I would see you before our well-"

"Wedding?" She confirms and you blush.

"Yep. Most fiancés never really meet each other before so. When you contacted me well-"

"Surprise." She smiles at you. You feel your heart racing as you look at her. Shit, were you really falling in just the first date. You gulp. Yes, you were.

"So, um, what did you want to talk to me about?" Daenerys was about to answer when her name was called. She stands and you quickly try to calm your heart down. "We need rules."

"What?"

"Rules. As you are now my fiancé, you are also a de facto member of the Targaryen House and so we need to establish rules that you have to follow."

"We're not even married-"

"Yet. Yes. But still."

"No one knows about our engagement. Only the elders and us-"

"I will let the public know."

"Why?"

"Because I'm proud to have an Omega as my fiancé." There it was. A stab in your heart. Your hands shake and you clench your fists.

"What rules then?"

You put the laminated paper on your kitchen counter and sigh. You didn't think that Daenerys was serious but here it was. On your kitchen counter.

"Fucking hell." You grab your emergency stash of bourbon and pour yourself a glass. Your phone rings and you look at it. You answer it.

"Y/N. Where are you?"

"I'm at my apartment, Father. Can I do anything to assist you?"

"I see. Will you be able to go home tonight?"

"Yes? Is there anything happening tonight?"

"Yes. The Lannisters are throwing a gala and I need you to attend."

"Oh. Me?"

"Yes. Rob will be coming along with you."

"Oh. But I don't have any-"

"A suit is already prepared for you in the house. Go wear it."

"Of course. I will be there shortly, then." You groan and put away the bourbon. "This day is driving me nuts."

A/N:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Readers!

#daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen x reader #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfic #game of thrones #omegaverse fic

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000noway · 6 months ago

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Obey me Careful Not to Eat TOO Much (Pet Version.)

This is Based off the Card story!!

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Part 1:

As MC made their rounds, filling food bowls for their menagerie of pets, Beelzebub's tail wagged with anticipation. The moment his bowl touched the ground, he dove in, eating with his usual gusto.

MC settled at the table with their own breakfast, idly listening to their parents' conversation in the next room.

"Honey, we're both working from home all day today. I don't think we'll have time to cook dinner," MC's mother said with a sigh.

"You're right," their father replied. "Maybe we should order in?"

MC's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but interject. "I could cook dinner!"

Their excited outburst caught everyone's attention, including Beelzebub, who lifted his head from his bowl, ears perked with interest.

MC's parents exchanged hesitant glances. "Sweetie," their mother began, "you've never cooked a real meal before..."

"I promise I'll make something easy!" MC pleaded. Then, with a stroke of genius, they added, "And Beel can help me!"

At the mention of his name, Beelzebub's tail began to wag furiously. He trotted over to MC's side, joining them in giving MC's parents a pleading look. Not to be left out, Mammon scampered over too, adding his own puppy dog eyes to the mix.

Faced with the triple threat of MC, Beelzebub, and Mammon's imploring gazes, MC's parents' resolve crumbled.

"Alright," their father chuckled. "But nothing too complicated, okay?"

MC jumped up, pumping their fist in the air. "Yes! Thank you!" They turned to Beelzebub, who was practically vibrating with excitement. "Did you hear that, Beel? We're going to cook dinner together!"

Beelzebub let out a happy bark, his tail wagging so hard it looked like it might fly off.

As MC's parents left for their home offices, MC knelt down beside Beelzebub. "Okay, big guy. We've got to plan the perfect menu. Something easy, but delicious. What do you think?"

Beelzebub's enthusiastic bark seemed to say, "As long as there's lots of it!"

MC laughed, ruffling Beelzebub's fur. "Don't worry, we'll make plenty. This is going to be so much fun!"

Belphegor, from within his covered cage, seemed to perk up slightly at the commotion. Though he'd never admit it, the prospect of MC's home-cooked meal had piqued his interest too.

That afternoon, the kitchen buzzed with anticipation. MC stood in the center, with Beelzebub at their feet and Belphegor's cage placed on a nearby counter.

"Alright!" MC declared, their eyes shining with excitement. "It's time to get star— Oh no! I forgot my apron!"

As MC dashed out of the kitchen, Belphegor's voice drifted from his cage, curious rather than annoyed. "Why are you so happy to help, Beel?"

Beelzebub's tail wagged as he replied, "They're my snack buddy. I want to help them make enough food for our family."

"Plenty for you, you mean?" Belphegor teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Just then, MC returned, tying their apron with a flourish. "Okay, now we're ready to get started!" They strode to the refrigerator, Beelzebub trotting eagerly at their heels.

Opening both the fridge and freezer, MC asked, "What should we make, Beel?"

Without hesitation, Beelzebub grabbed a package of frozen beef from the freezer, his eyes hopeful.

MC chuckled, knowing exactly what he wanted. "Nice try, big guy. But you know we need something easy and for everyone, not just your favorite cheeseburgers."

Beelzebub's ears drooped slightly as he reluctantly put the beef back.

Scanning the shelves, MC's eyes landed on a jar of Alfredo sauce. "Hey, we have some pasta in the pantry. How about we make Alfredo?"

Beelzebub's tail began wagging again, and he gave an enthusiastic bark of approval.

"Great choice!" MC grinned, pulling out the sauce. "This'll be perfect. Easy to make and everybody loves pasta, right?"

From his cage, Belphegor watched the scene unfold. Though he tried to maintain his disinterested facade, he couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of curiosity about how this cooking adventure would turn out.

MC started gathering ingredients, chattering excitedly to Beelzebub. "Okay, first we need to boil the water for the pasta. Can you grab that big pot for me, Beel?"

As Beelzebub carefully carried the pot in his mouth, MC smiled fondly. "You're such a good helper, Beel. This is going to be the best dinner ever!"

Part 2:

As MC stirred the Alfredo sauce on the stove, Beelzebub let out an eager bark, gesturing towards the pot with his nose.

MC laughed, "Beel, it just got on the stove!"

From his cage, Belphegor echoed the sentiment, "Seriously, Beel? It's barely warm."

Belphegor blinked, surprised to find himself agreeing with MC.

Despite their initial protest, MC couldn't resist Beelzebub's pleading eyes. They dipped a finger into the sauce for a taste. "Mmm, not bad!" Then, to Belphegor's shock, MC grabbed a ladle and offered some to Beelzebub.

Just as Beelzebub was about to lap up the sauce, MC's mom walked in. Her eyes widened in horror. "What on earth are you doing?!"

MC, oblivious to the problem, smiled. "It's okay, Mom. Beel has a tough stomach. Remember when he ate that whole box of chocolates with no effects?"

Their mom pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. "That's not the issue! It's not sanitary to let a dog lick silverware we all use!"

She took the ladle, placed it in the sink, and turned to MC. "You need to be more careful, and firmer with Beel. Okay?"

MC nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Mom. I understand."

After their mom left, MC continued cooking. Each time they turned away from the pot, Beelzebub would sneak a quick taste. MC caught him every time but pretended not to notice, hiding a smile.

Before long, MC realized the pot was half empty. They were about to tell Beelzebub to save the rest when they saw his big, pleading eyes.

"Oh, alright. One last taste," MC relented, letting Beelzebub lick a bit more sauce.

As MC turned to start on the pasta, Beelzebub trotted back to Belphegor's cage, looking very pleased with himself.

Belphegor eyed his brother suspiciously. "Is it really the last time?"

Beelzebub gave a doggy grin that seemed to say, "Of course."

Part 3:

As the delicious aroma of the Alfredo sauce filled the kitchen, MC and Beelzebub shared excited glances, both eagerly anticipating the meal. Belphegor, feeling drowsy from the warm kitchen and comforting smells, decided to take a quick nap.

"Beel," Belphegor mumbled sleepily, "wake me up when it's time for dinner, okay?"

Beelzebub gave a distracted response, his attention firmly fixed on the pot of sauce.

Sometime later, Belphegor stirred, waking on his own. He blinked sleepily, realizing that Beelzebub hadn't woken him as requested.

Soon he heard a commotion outside his cage. Curious, he peeked out from under his cover, only to be met with an unexpected scene.

MC and Beelzebub stood side by side, both with guilty expressions and mouths covered in Alfredo sauce. MC's parents loomed over them, clearly upset.

"We can't believe you ate before dinner!" MC's mother exclaimed. "And letting Beel eat the rest of the food straight from the pot? What were you thinking?"

MC's father shook his head disapprovingly. "This is not how we raised you to behave."

Meanwhile, the other brothers had gathered around Beelzebub, each wearing a look of disappointment.

"Beel, how could you?" Mammon whined. "You got MC in trouble!"

Satan's tail swished in annoyance. "And you ate all the food."

Asmodeus chimed in, "Not to mention how unsanitary that was!"

Leviathan added, "Yeah, now Mc's parents will probably have to order takeout. Again."

MC's parents exchanged a look before turning back to their child. "You're grounded for a week," MC's father declared firmly.

"And you, Beel," Lucifer added, looking at the remorseful St. Bernard, "are forbidden from going into the kitchen or sampling any kind of human food for the foreseeable future."

Beelzebub's ears drooped, and he let out a soft whine of apology.

Belphegor watched the scene unfold, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Part of him wanted to feel smug about the trouble MC had gotten into, but he couldn't ignore the twinge of sympathy he felt for his brother's crestfallen expression.

As the scolding wrapped up and everyone began to disperse, Belphegor retreated further into his cage. He couldn't help but think that if he'd been awake, he might have been able to prevent this disaster. Not that he cared about MC getting in trouble, he told himself firmly. It was just... well, he didn't like seeing Beelzebub so sad.

Part 4:

As the chaos settled, MC's mom turned to her husband with a sigh. "What are we going to do about dinner now?"

MC's dad rubbed his neck, considering. "We could eat out after feeding the other pets," he suggested.

MC perked up, "I could feed-"

"No," their parents said in unison, their tone leaving no room for argument. "You're staying here to clean up this mess," MC's mom added firmly.

With that, MC's parents left the kitchen, the other pets following behind, leaving only MC, Beelzebub, and Belphegor in his cage.

As MC began to clean, shoulders slumped in dejection, Belphegor watched with surprise as Beelzebub approached MC, whining softly and nuzzling their hand.

"It's okay, Beel," MC said, somehow seeming to understand the dog. "I don't blame you. We both got carried away."

Belphegor's eyes widened. How could MC understand Beelzebub so clearly?

MC sighed heavily. "I just wish there was a way to make it up to Mom and Dad."

Suddenly, Beelzebub perked up, tail wagging as he pawed at the freezer. Curious, MC opened it, and Beelzebub immediately grabbed the package of frozen beef.

"Beel, we can't make cheeseburgers for you now," MC started, but then paused, studying Beelzebub's expression. "Wait... do you want me to make burgers as an apology to Mom and Dad?"

Beelzebub nodded enthusiastically, and Belphegor felt his jaw drop. Beelzebub, willing to give up his favorite food?

MC hesitated. "I've never made something that complicated before..."

Beelzebub barked encouragingly, nudging MC's hand.

"Okay," MC said, determination settling over their features. "Let's do this!"

What followed was a whirlwind of activity. MC faced numerous challenges - struggling with the grill, nearly burning the buns, almost oversalting the meat - but each time they faltered, Beelzebub was there with a supportive bark or a gentle nudge.

Likewise, whenever Beelzebub's resolve wavered, his nose twitching at the tantalizing aroma, MC gently reminded him of their goal. "Remember, Beel, this is for Mom and Dad. We can make some for you another time."

All the while, Belphegor watched, fascinated by their teamwork and mutual understanding.

Finally, just as MC's parents returned from ordering takeout, they found a plate of slightly misshapen but appetizing cheeseburgers on the kitchen island, accompanied by a heartfelt apology note.

Confused, they rounded the island, only to find MC and Beelzebub fast asleep on the floor Beel curled around MC-just like when they first met.

As MC's dad moved to carry MC to bed, Beelzebub let out a low, sleepy growl. MC's mom tried next, only to be met with the same response.

Belphegor, watching this unfold, felt a sudden realization wash over him. Beelzebub truly cared for MC, perhaps even more than he did for food. This wasn't just some human feeding him; this was a genuine bond.

As MC's parents resigned themselves to letting the pair sleep, draping a blanket over them instead, Belphegor curled up in his cage, his mind whirling with new understanding. Perhaps there was more to this human than he had initially thought.

Chat-I won't lose to you! 1

The other brothers were contentedly eating their dinner when they overheard MC's parents discussing the unexpected burgers. Curiosity piqued, they began to make their way towards the kitchen to investigate. However, as Mammon trotted towards the door, Asmodeus hopped in front of him.

"Mammon, wait," Asmodeus chirped, his little bunny nose twitching. "I have a question for you."

Mammon tilted his head, albino fur gleaming in the light. "What is it?"

"Out of all the brothers, who would you least want to lose to?" Asmodeus asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Huh? Why d'ya wanna know that?" Mammon barked, suspicious.

Asmodeus shrugged his tiny shoulders. "Just curious."

Mammon thought for a moment, then answered confidently, "Lucifer, of course!"

"Oh?" Asmodeus pressed. "What if you two got into a fight?"

Mammon's tail began to wag as he launched into a rant. "Lucifer's always messin' with me! He's constantly on my case, scoldin' me for every little thing!"

Asmodeus nodded sagely. "Maybe that's how he expresses his love for you. You know, showing he cares by teasing you."

"Ya got it all wrong!" Mammon insisted, shaking his head vigorously. "Lucifer's a sadist! One of these days, I'll make him regret ever messin' with the Great Mammon!"

Suddenly, a deep, menacing voice spoke from behind Mammon. "Is that so?"

Mammon froze, his fur standing on end. He slowly turned to see Lucifer standing there, his equine eyes blazing with anger.

Asmodeus gasped dramatically. "Oh my, I didn't hear Lucifer coming at all!"

Realization dawned on Mammon. "You... you set me up!" he growled at Asmodeus.

The bunny smirked. "Payback for stealing and wearing my favorite accessory, darling."

As Asmodeus hopped away, he called over his shoulder, "Have fun, Mammon!"

Mammon tried to dash after him, barking, "If I'm goin' down, you're comin' with me!" But before he could take more than a few steps, Lucifer's hoof came down, blocking his path.

Mammon gulped, looking up at Lucifer's towering form. The horse's eyes were narrowed, promising swift retribution. Mammon's ears flattened against his head as he realized just how much trouble he was in.

"Now then, Mammon," Lucifer said, his voice dangerously calm. "What was that you were saying about making me regret messing with you?"

Mammon let out a whimper, desperately wishing he could take back his words. As Lucifer began to lecture him, Mammon couldn't help but think that sometimes, being a dog wasn't all it was cracked up to be - especially when you had brothers like his.

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blueraineshadows · 2 years ago

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Could you write a fluff/smut piece of f*MC and sebastian with a happy family? Maybe one or two children?

Absolutely!! 💚🥰 Thank you for the Ask 💓

A little bit of spice 🌶 plenty of fluff 💜

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MC chased after the sound of mischievous giggles through the long grass. "Annie Sallow, you get back here and listen to your mother! You are going to dirty that pretty dress," she called. Another loud giggle erupted as Annie's brown curls bounced around her head. "Little scamp," MC puffed.

MC caught up and scooped up the little girl into her arms. "Got you!"

Annie burst into delighted squeals and wrapped her arms around MC's neck. "Is Uncle Omi here yet? Is he here?"

"Soon, my little mooncalf, soon," MC said, brushing soft curls back from Annie's face. "Let's go and round up your brother, I dread to think what he is up to."

Back at the house, Sebastian was on his knees before Albin, tying his bow tie. MC put Annie down and made sure the back door was firmly shut before sighing. "Were you and Anne as exhausting as this when you were children?"

Sebastian's grin said it all. "I expect nothing less from my offspring," he said. He booped Albin on the nose. "Nothing wrong with a bit of adventure."

He stood and MC's eyes travelled down the smart vest and shirt Sebastain wore. Her lips curved at a familiar coil of warmth spreading through her. She stepped forward and smoothed her hands over his shoulders. "You are looking rather handsome, my love," she said softly.

Sebastian held her hips and smirked. "Of course I do." He bent to press a soft kiss to her lips.

"Ewww," Annie whispered to her twin. "Daddy is kissing mummy again."

The twins giggled and Sebastian held MC tighter, peeking over her shoulder to poke a tongue out at them.

A knock at the door had both twins leaping to their feet immediately. "Uncle Omi!" Anne squealed. She dashed to the door, reaching up to release the latch, Albin hopping from foot to foot behind her. The door swung wide and Ominis was there, an expectant smile on his lips, wand blinking.

"Where are my favourite little trouble makers?" Ominis asked.

Sebastain grinned, still holding on to MC. "Right here," he joked.

His words were drowned out by the twins eager greetings, they were jumping around Ominis, tugging on his coat, and making their demands already. He could hardly step through the door, delighted laughter spilling from his lips, as Anne followed in behind him.

"Anne," MC exclaimed. She dragged herself from Sebastian's grip and moved to embrace Anne. "Its so good to see you!"

There was a period of catching up, hugs, promises of tucking the twins into bed later, before they all set off for dinner in Hogsmeade.

As they all sat at the table, eating, sharing stories, Sebastian looked around at them all. Anne, looking well, her cheeks flushed with health, Ominis looking smart, and utterly devoted to his wife. And then, the twins, smart Albin, and mischievous Annie. His heart felt so full. How had he got so lucky?

Then his gaze drifted to his wife sitting next to him. He reached a hand under the table, sliding it up her thigh. He felt it twitch, tensing under his warm touch. She smiled at him and put her hand over his. She was so beautiful, fiercely brave, and all his. She was his saviour and his delight.

Later, that night, when he slid between the sheets, he intended to show MC just how much he appreciated her in his life. She was soft and willing under his hands, but she was also equally as fiery in the way she returned his kiss. Her hands drawing moans from his lips.

Getting a kick out of his pleasure, MC rolled them until she was above him, pressing hot kisses down his neck as she straddled him. He gripped her hips, groaning, as she slid onto his length, rolling her hips. He watched her through lidded eyes, her breasts soft and inviting.

After they both found their release, he pulled her in close, kisses pressed to her hair and face. "I do love you," he murmured against her mouth. "And I love our life, no matter how exhausting it is at times with the twins, and everything else."

She smiled and looked up at him, smoothing his unruly hair. "I'm glad you think so, because it's about to get a little bit crazier around here."

He arched a brow. "How so?"

She guided his hand to her stomach. "How about another little Sallow to make it a trio of chaos?"

His eyes widened and he looked down at where she was holding his hand against her. He gave a laugh of delight. "I say, bring it on!"

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction

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glitterpeachtree · 1 year ago

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You were stabbed by Lloyd. You were laying on the ground basically unconscious. Six ran up to you and felt for a pulse. He then listened to make sure your airways were clear. In doing so he lifted your chin up to ease your breathing.

"(Y/N)? (Y/n)? You with me?" You fluttered your eyes going in and out of consciousness. Next he lifted your shirt to see your stab wound. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist, tying it to stop the bleeding. You had already lost a lot of blood. You were white, and shaky. Court pressed on your wound with one hand as he took your pulse again with the other. You winced, making a moaning sound.

"Sorry. Gotta stop the bleeding. Try to stay awake. Look at me." I kept blinking my eyes I was very light headed. A couple of minutes later he lifted me in his arms and put me in a truck. Court leaned my seat all the way back and elevated my legs on the dash. I was in shock. Court zoomed through town.

Finally he lifted me into a small closed clinic. Only one nurse was there, she was a part of Fitzroy's network.

He rushed me inside, "She's lost a lot of blood." Courtland laid me on a bed.

The nurse noticed how pale I was. "She's need a hospital. Im just a nurse." The nurse said.

"That's okay. I know field medicine. Just get two units of O neg, IV tubing, and saline. Also a suture kit, and lidocaine." He said quickly. He gently took off the jacket that was holding your wounds together.

"Hurts." I slurred.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna stitch it up okay? Try to relax." Court brushed the side of my face with his hand. The nurse came back with supplies.

"Can you set up the blood infusion? Hand me the clorahexidine and lidocaine." I could hear Court washing his hands, and putting gloves on. He poured the clorahexidine in my wound. I winced at how cold it felt. Next he inserted the needle. That hurt a bit. I flinched.

"Deep breath. It'll be numb in a second. Just keep breathing." He waited a couple minutes, then I heard a metal clank. He was now suturing my incision. I don't remember much from this. I lost consciousness. But next thing I knew, I had a big bandage across my waist. I also had an IV going in my arm. A blood transfusion. Court placed me in the car, and the nurse put a bunch of medical items in the back. I was so cold, I started shivering. The unamed nurse put a scratchy blanket over me.

"Good luck Mr. Gentry." The nurse said.

"Thanks." Court said.

.....

I slept for most of the ride. I kept feeling Courtland holding my wrist for a couple seconds to make sure I still had a pulse. When I came to, I woke up in a small bedroom, and IV in my arm. It was being held up by a coat rack. I started coughing a little bit.

Courtland came into view, and held a glass of water to my mouth. "Easy. Take it slow." He set the glass down next to me. I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. "The morphine is probably making you drowsy. Just rest." He softly squeezed my hand.

......

The next day I felt a bit more awake. I was awake for couple minutes before Court checked on me.

"Oh. You're awake. How are you feeling? You're due for another dose of morphine." Court said. He crouched so that he was in your field of vision.

"I feel kind of floaty?" My voice came out rough and quiet.

"Probably blood sugar. I got apple juice." Court turned around and offered orange juice. I took a couple of sips with his help, I was still kind of shaky.

"You need morphine?" Court asked.

"No." I simply said.

"You're not in pain?" He questioned.

"I am. Don't want to get addicted." I said as I rested my eyes. My brother had a drug problem and it scared me to death to end up like him.

"You're not gonna get addicted if you need it." He ignored my request and took the syringe, plunging it into the vial and then pulled back on the stopper to the correct dosage. He then injected it into your IV. I was too tired to argue.

"Let's look at the damage." Court gestured to my wound. He then went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and collected chlorhexidine and a new bandage.

He started to peel away the old bandage. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Safe house." He simply said he was inspecting my wound, making sure the stitches were still intact, and that there was no sign of infection.

"What are you, a doctor?" I asked.

He looked up at me and said, "Not exactly. I was taught battlefield medicine." He started pouring and dabbing away with antiseptic.

"Ow." I winced.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He waited a minute for the antiseptic to dry, and then he applied a clean new bandage. I shortly fell asleep from the morphine as Court checked on me every half hour.

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countrymusiclover · 11 months ago

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21 - Lehnsherr Revenge

Part 22

Battle of Heart and Mind

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Shrugging on a red leather jacket paired with a gray tea shirt and dark blue jeans with boots. Tying my hair in a French braid going down my back I just stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. “The baby…they would have been a mutant like me and sissy.”

Ryder’s words were still buzzing around in my mind. Lowering a hand to my stomach I felt tears welling in my eyes thinking of my baby. Gripping the sink underneath my fingertips I sucked in a sharp and shaky breath hearing footsteps come across the creaky wooden floor. “Addison?”

“I just need a minute, Erik.” I tremble out a response with him standing in the doorway wearing a different change of clothes like me.

His gaze lifted up from the floor watching me. “Take your time. I just got the twins in the car.”

“Did you tell Charles we are dropping them off?” My eyes held focus on the mirror. Dropping one hand to my stomach I gripped the fabric of my shirt between my fingers still feeling the baby in me even though that wasn't the case.

My husband stepped up behind me unsure what the right thing was to do for me. Anyway he still wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Don't worry about that right now. Besides, he's a telepath. He'll figure it out.”

“I never thought this would happen to us. I…I never had a reason to want those people dead. Until they…they killed our baby.” Spinning my body around to face his front I couldn't stop the tears when I looked him in the eye.

He was no stranger to harsh and personal loss, but I was. My father Shaw and I weren't really close but this baby was a part of me. “Addi, come here. We're gonna be okay.”

��How are we going to be okay?” I sobbed into his shirt clutching the fabric in between my fingers.

Erik remained silent, unsure how to answer. “I'm not sure yet. But we'll figure it out.” The pair just remained holding one another until they both believed it was out of their system at least for a few hours until something triggered the horrible memory again.

The drive to the factory wasn't far from our house. Erik put the car in park looking into the backseat at the twins. “You have to be good and do exactly what you're mother tells you too. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.” Astraea nodded.

Ryder gave a thumbs up. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure you want to do this still, Addison?” Erik shifted in his seat sending her a weak look.

Reaching across the dash I intertwined my hand in his. “They deserve it, Erik.” We got out of the car and slowly walked into the factory. Erik closed the metal door with his mind causing everyone to turn their attention towards the two of us.

“Some of you spoke to the police... about what you believe you witnessed here yesterday. You want to know my powers... know who I am... see what I can do? I'll show you.” Erik began speaking, never removing my hand from his. “Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Son….unborn child Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever.”

One of the workers spoke. “Henryk, please. Don't do this.”

“My name isn't Henryk. My name is Magneto…Addison.” He answered him back watching me step forward turning our hands red taking his power.

Stepping forward away from him, my hands clutching into fists at my sides. “Invidia!” Raising my hands out in front of me and shooting my power towards the men.

The workers grabbed their heads crying out when the metal helmets they wore began crunching around their heads. I waved one of my hands, launching them up into the air and then slammed them down into the ground. The metal wires coming up out of the dirt, wrapping around them. Erik watched me with a smirk on his face making the men who wronged us both suffer.

“Who the fuck are you?” Erik could feel someone standing behind us so he glanced over his shoulder coming to see a guy with dark blue skin and covered in warriors type armor.

“I’m here for you.” The stranger answered.

Erik quickly turned his head telling me to run. “Get out of here. I’ll find you if he can be trusted.” Bolting out of the factory to the car I ran out of there with the kids in the backseat asleep. The drive was long before Erik texted me saying we should go along with the stranger and whatever plan he had.

Parking the car in the driveway of the school I nudged each twin, waking them up. Holding my hands with the two I walked them inside in search of Xavier’s main office. Some kids ran past us before I saw a wheelchair go into one of the rooms telling me where he was. Entering the office room the familiar professor lifted his head up from the papers he had scattered on the desk. “Addi! Astraea, Ryder. It’s good to see you. I wasn’t expecting a visit.”

“Sorry to just drop in unannounced. We weren’t exactly planning on coming without telling you beforehand.” I apologized to my friend.

Charles raised a hand not offended. “Don’t apologize, love. Is Erik with you too?”

“Mommy left him at his work.” Ryder piped up standing by his twin sister.

Charles knitted his brows. “I’m afraid I’m not following.”

“Kiddos, how about you go to your rooms here and get settled while I talk with your uncle Charles. I’ll find you before we get some food.” Bending down on a knee I pushed the kids out the door so we could talk privately. I didn’t wish for them to know what was really going on.

Once the office door was shut Charles spoke up. “Addi, please tell me what is going on.” I knew he could read my mind to know the answer but he was still polite about it.

“I was pregnant, Charles. Until I lost it.” I sniffed through some heavy tears that had begun falling down my face.

Charles raised a hand to his mouth. “Oh Addi. I’m so sorry. How…how did it happen if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A handful of policemen were killed by Erik after one of them accidentally fired an arrow into my stomach. I…I lost it a few seconds after I pulled the arrow out.” I sniffed wrapping my arms around myself for comfort.

Charles rolled up closer to me in his wheelchair. “But you’re perfectly fine now. How is that possible?”

“Ryder can heal people. He is a mutant like we were speculating. He actually has more than one ability.” I trailed off tucking hair behind my ear. “He can sense other mutants…the baby would have been one is what he told me and Erik.”

Charles tilted his head grasping my freehand in his giving me a soft look. “Addi, my love. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you. But I came here to ask you a favor.”

He answered without hesitation. “Ask me anything.”

“Could you watch the twins for a little while. Erik and I have some things to take care of but I don’t want them being around us while we finish our tasks.” I questioned the telepath professor.

He nodded in agreement. “Of course I can. In fact there’s no one in your old room. You can spend the night here if you wish before you return back to him.”

“I appreciate that. Thanks.” I squeezed his hand seperaing to go find my old room while he returned to grading his students papers. Night had come down on the old Xavier mansion faster than ever in my opinion. I had settled the twins down to sleep over an hour ago. Laying down underneath the covers of the bed I heard my phone vibrate on the nightstand. Picking up my phone I saw that Erik had texted me the details of the strange man.

Erik - He wants to have us both help him with his plans. How are the kids

Me - They are asleep now. I’ll make the drive back there tomorrow.

Erik - He says that he has someone who can locate you for him. Just stay at the house and we’ll come in.

Me - sounds suspicious. Just make sure he won’t hurt our kids

Erik - will do, Addison. Love you

Me - love you too

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