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fatuismooches · 4 months

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omg i just read a bunch of your work and it’s all so good???? it’s so rare to find imagines fanfic writers that are so clearly passionate about their work and it’s so awesome anyways i have a request !! i absolutely love your frail reader stuff… my health is kinda shit too so it’s really nice to read !! could i ask for dottore trying to attach an IV or help them but they’re scared of needles? dottore realizing they’re not scared of *him* but of just . the needle . and also being really really sweet and gentle while checking everything like vitals and whatnot since being checked up by a doctor puts them on edge usually . BASICALLY i’d looove to see dottore being sweet while working with a patient as opposed to . how he usually is 😭

Dottore is a man who finds himself fascinated by many things. Most obviously, his research. His experiments. The limits of a human being, the stars of this world, the truth of Teyvat. How far he could push himself and others to satiate his curiosity.

And last but certainly not least, you, his darling.

…Who was now huddled in the corner of his lab, refusing to move. Why? Because it was time for you to receive your first shot. You had only recently woken up from sleeping for four hundred years, so he stuck to other forms of medicine rather than needles in the beginning. But it had gotten to the point where needle injections were necessary for your health. However, you certainly didn’t find this new information pleasing.

You’d peek out, see him with that large pointy grin with a needle in hand, and then try to inch even closer to the wall as if you were trying to disappear into it as you whimpered. Now, Dottore finds you predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Predictable because being with you for centuries has certainly allowed his mind to adapt and memorize all of your little quirks and possible reactions. Unpredictable because there are always times he finds himself surprised and then mildly exasperated at your behavior. But that’s what he likes about you. You’re not a boring doll like his other test subjects.

But this reaction… once again, he supposes he expected it but he didn’t at the same time. Funnily enough, Dottore is no stranger to your little tantrums when it comes to taking care of your health. Some kind of bizarre reaction from you wasn’t out of the question because he remembers the first time you ran away from taking your medicine.

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When you realized your life would consist of daily checkups, your body constantly being hooked up to a lot of different things you really didn’t understand, and a whole bunch of other changes, you thought you could do it. You really did. Sure, it wasn’t easy, and it was scary and confusing and you cried at how different you were now but, you were getting through every day and that was what mattered.

However, ironically, your greatest enemy in life became medicine.

You should be grateful really, to have Dottore as your doctor. Although he certainly wasn’t a doctor to his other “patients”, he most definitely was to you. And he was a terrific one - attentive beyond human capability (not even including his segments), skilled, knowledgeable, adaptable, and attractive was also a good bonus. Hell, if it were anyone else besides him, you’d long be dead.

But one thing you absolutely despise is his talent for making the hardest-to-swallow medicine known to mankind.

Dottore had given you lots of different types of medicine since you woke up, experimenting with which was the most efficient. Although he did study how other bodies reacted to it before it entered your own system, it really didn’t spare you any pain because you always ended up dreading it. It wasn’t fun, no, but you had accepted it as your routine.

Pills weren’t fun, but at least they were a quick swallow after you finished hyping yourself up to drink it. And, they were small or medium-sized. No biggie, right? But then came one time when you were utterly tricked. When Dottore presented you with medicine that you could drink easily rather than a pill, you were ecstatic.

The syrup medicine was a nice color and looked like it would taste fine! But no, you should have known that the Doctor was a deceiving son of a- you get the point. The medicine tasted absolutely horrible, violating your taste buds. You would have spat it out, but it was already almost down your throat. You were genuinely thankful that medicine ended up being unhelpful to you because you don’t think you could have managed to swallow that every day.

Despite how every time you moaned and whined about it, you would steel yourself and take it anyway because you didn’t want to make Dottore’s life any harder, with how diligently he was working on these medicines solely for your sake.

But at one point, you just couldn’t take it anymore. What caused you to snap?

A pill that Dottore presented to you, that looked big even on his large hand. He had looked at you expectantly, while you looked at him incredulously, as your lover then placed it in your hand and set the glass of water to the side for you.

Okay [Name], you’ve endured all these trials so far. Surely you can handle this? You took a deep breath, slowly working up the courage to swallow it as Dottore waited, curiously looking at you. With a burst of energy, you brought it to your mouth, intent on gulping it, but stopped last minute. Your bravery had left you, as you brought the pill back to the table again. There was no way, just no way that was going in your throat without getting stuck. Just the thought of it was making you feel sick and anxious.

“I’m not doing it.” Dottore sighed.

“We’ve been through this countless times, [Name],” he shook his head as he walked to his desk, prepared to gather some things to work on because he was familiar with your agonizing long waits of trying to force yourself to drink your medicine. “Either you take it yourself, or I will be more than happy to help you myself.” The methods Dottore takes to “help” you take your medicine can be left up to the imagination.

“You won’t need to help me… because I’m not drinking that!” In a flash, you had bolted out the door, leaving the doctor alone in the room, blinking and processing what just happened before he rubbed his temples. Never, not once have you run away from taking medicine. Yes, you whined and begged him to let you skip it, just for one day (which he never indulged you in) but in the end, you’d always give in to your fate. Dottore walked over and picked up the pill, examining it. Was it really that bad?

Well, no matter. You’ll end up taking it anyway. His harshness comes from a good place at least, it is for your own sake after all.

Although you did put up a good fight, you never really had any chance of escaping in the first place, considering your rather poor health and stamina (and this is Dottore after all, no one gets away from him). But you just needed to put off that blasted medicine for a while longer, which was why you found yourself in your current situation.

In a stand-off with Omega, who had come to collect you and bring you back to Prime’s office, so you could finally take the pill. Beta was there too, as he was supposed to be helping, but he looked to be amused by the whole thing. Pointy teeth showed through as he watched the whole show, hands in his pockets.

The “show” in question was how you were hiding behind a random Fatui agent, using the poor man as a shield, his soul definitely having left his body by now. Every time the segment tried to come closer, you’d physically move the agent’s body to block him from you. And well, even they couldn’t just kill the man like that. It would be quite funny, were it not for the fact that Omega was beginning to grow impatient and mildly annoyed that the other Fatuis were watching this go down. Not to mention the back and forth you two were having about how important it was for you to take the pill, versus your numerous arguments as to why you weren’t. Beta was just there cackling at the older segment’s predicament. But then all of a sudden, Omega backed off with a smile, giving you a chance to escape once again. Yes, you turned around, ready to dash for it, and then ran right into a solid wall.

There Prime Dottore stood, looking down at you with an unamused expression, at this little cat and mouse game. He didn’t really want to show this level of affection to you in front of the other agents, but he had no choice but to grab you and pick you up in his arms so you couldn’t run away anymore.

The other Fatuis could only stare at the scene, you kicking and flailing your arms, vehemently repeating how you weren’t going to drink that blasted thing, and about how evil and cruel he was. Eventually, he was able to make you swallow the pill, with the help of his other segments holding you down.

In the end, he had to ditch that pill because the struggle and tears you put up after that just weren’t worth it when there were better alternatives.

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However, at least this time you didn’t run away. Instead, perhaps you thought holing up miserably in the corner would somehow make him sympathize with you and that he wouldn’t give you the needle. Unfortunately, you were incorrect. Dottore’s patients are to receive whatever treatment he deems necessary, even if it is you. Nevertheless, you are indeed a special patient. A special patient who receives special treatment, both medically and emotionally. So, it does make him feel a tiny bit sorry for you, seeing how scared you were.

Though a part of him wonders, are you truly that afraid of a mere needle? Perhaps because he works with it every day, he cannot see how it could cause that much nervousness. Was it because of how he used it on others? Of course, you were no stranger to his less-than-ethical experiments on other people. But surely you knew that you wouldn’t be subjected to such conduct? Dottore ponders for a little while as you continue to crouch in fear. He wonders if he taught Zandy how to use the needle if that would make it less scary for you. But on second thought, you would probably get mad at him for trying to do that to his child segment.

But regardless of what either of you thought, you were getting that injection.

“[Name],” For once, his voice isn’t the normal tone that he takes on when you’re being difficult. So you lift your head and your eyes peek out from your knees as you pout at him. Dottore had set the needle to the side and walked closer to you, reaching his hand out to you, expecting you to get up and take it. With a sigh, you acquiesce and clasp your hand with his as he pulls you from the ground. Though you keep your eyes on the floor and your shoulders drooped, because you know that your fate is imminent. But Dottore tilts your chin so you’re forced to look up at him anyway.

“Why are you so insistent on acting like this?” Your partner questions.

“Because needles are scary,” you whine.

“But I am the one administering it. Nothing will happen.”

“Well, obviously I trust you,” you sigh in defeat. “I know you’d never hurt me. But that doesn’t make needles any less scary. And no matter what you say, I know I’ll still feel that prick of pain! I really don’t want it, Zandik!” You look up at him with pleading eyes. His fingers stroking your hair feels nice but it does little to relieve you of your anxiety. At that, Dottore merely stares for a few seconds before he pulls you to the operating table and helps you up. Well, at least you attempted to change his mind, you thought as you resigned yourself to the pain. You squeeze your eyes and tense your body, preparing for the inevitable prick, but instead, you feel hands slipping down your shirt and cool metal being pressed against your chest. Your eyes pop open as you turn to narrow your eyebrows at Dottore.

“What about the needle?”

“Forget about it. I will handle it another day,” Dottore waves off your concern, and all the stiffness in your body releases. Oh, you were so, so grateful.

“Now breathe in for me,” Dottore requested. “And out. In. Out.” You did what he asked and he hummed as he recorded your heart rate or whatever he usually does, before moving to your back and repeating the same process. You liked how his hands felt on your body. They weren’t rough, uncharacteristically gentle even. Even though right now it was just professional procedures, it felt comforting. His hands always felt comforting.

Now that you think about it, although it sounds entirely untrue, Dottore was… the only doctor you had good experiences with. When you were a kid, you really didn’t like them. They usually… put you on edge. Unlike most children, the promise of candy did little to stop you from getting antsy during a check-up, and even the nicest doctors had their patience tested. But Dottore and the segments, well, despite their… tendencies, they did make you feel a lot better with your condition and all. It was really nice, to have people who wouldn’t give up on you or your health since you’ve been given up on in the past.

“I’ve heard that Alpha has been showing you the collection of Khaenri’ahn machines lately,” Dottore’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was fiddling with the variety of tools he used for the check-up.

“Hm? Oh yeah, we have!” Dottore moved to examine both ears as you spoke. “I mean, studying Teyvat’s new language all the time gets so boring. So I just make him show me the cool stuff during breaks!” Although Zandik’s fascination with the machines was much greater than yours in the Akademiya, his enthusiasm had rubbed off on you too and you found yourself intrigued as well. One thing that had never changed though, was his habit of dumping all his thoughts on you. Seriously, once you got Alpha talking, he wouldn’t stop until every detail of his research had been covered. It was cute. It reminded you of how Zandik used to do the same thing late at night.

“Is that so?” Dottore had moved to check your eye, shining the light at it.

“Mhm! You know, seeing all the things you know now, makes me think back to how much you searched for answers all those years ago. Pushing and pulling me all those places,” you smiled, thinking about how you were always dragged to all parts of Sumeru for him to quench his thirst by hopefully obtaining fruitful results from the expeditions. It was tiring, but good times. You wished you could go back. Dottore then tapped your lips and you opened your mouth as he briefly examined it before returning to his clipboard. For some reason, you feel as though this check-up is dragging on a lot more than usual, but you didn’t really question it because why would you question spending more time with your beloved?

“Yes, and you never failed to complain, did you? You grumbled more than you spoke about the data,” Dottore replied as he continued to do whatever other tests on you before he pulled up your sleeve to wrap the cuff around your arm to check your blood pressure. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re lying! I always engaged in conversation with our research,” you stuck your tongue out at him. “I always pulled my weight! Maybe you were too busy mumbling to yourself and spilling ink everywhere instead of listening to me.” Zandik had a habit of that. Getting too lost in his thoughts and leaving you to babble like an idiot when he wasn’t even paying attention. Dottore only chuckled as he continued to work, pumping the device. You didn’t even notice that he was also preparing a needle with his other hand, because you continued to ramble on.

“And you know what, you were always far worse. In the beginning, you were either talking about research all the time, or complaining about others, or complaining about me.” Just because Dottore was all suave and smooth and poised now didn’t mean you forgot about how much he was not anything of those things back then! The more you reminisced about it, the memories of being slightly infuriated by his attitude came rushing back. So much so that you didn’t register the cuff being swiftly removed from your arm, nor the feeling of Dottore adjusting your arm and the prick of something being injected into you.

“And!! Pantalone always tells me how much you complain to him about not only the budget but also a wide variety of things! And Bina too, I’ve heard numerous stories of those poor agents falling victim to you, hmph,” you awaited a response but Dottore didn’t humor you like he usually did. So you turned to look at him, but instead, he was carefully placing a bandage on you. You blinked once at the sight, then at him, and then at the empty needle on the tray, the contents empty. It didn’t take long for your brain to process what happened.

“You… you tricked me! You said I wasn’t going to get the needle!” You fussed but Dottore only smirked, his sharp shark-like teeth on display.

“Yes, I did. But it doesn’t matter now, does it? Did you feel any pain?”

“Well…” He was right, you didn’t feel a thing. With all the conversation and his quick yet efficient fingers, the needle didn’t hurt. Ugh, so that was Dottore’s plan… getting you all riled up and distracted so he could finish the job. It was sneaky… but as you tenderly brushed the injection site that was a little sore, you were oddly touched… it was sweet. He didn’t need to go out of his way to do this. Really, another large pill situation could have happened.

“No, you didn’t,” Dottore finished the sentence for you before rolling down your sleeve and cleaning up the area. “There was no need for such drama in the first place. I told you that it would be fine.” You pouted at his bluntness. It was a bit mean, but he lived up to his word. You should have expected that. He always does, when it comes to you. “You have to stay here for a bit. I need to see if the shot will have any immediate adverse effects on you.”

“O-Okay,” you replied, still a bit dazed by how Dottore managed to do that. You wondered, just… how quick were his hands?? Then he placed a kiss on your lips, catching you off guard once again, but he pulled away before you could reciprocate. Ah, it was probably his way of saying ‘well done.’

“H-Hey, don’t just walk away! I deserve more kisses for the ordeal I just went through! Come back here!”

Dottore ended up giving you lots of kisses everywhere as he pinned you down on the operating table. If all check-ups ended like this one did, well, you’d look forward to them a lot more…

—

Bonus:

“Dottore?”

“Yes, [Name]?”

“Can you make them… gummy?”

“Make what gummy?” A few seconds of staring at you makes it click in his head. “No.”

“Please!!” Immediately you pull out your best pleading eyes with a pouting lip, having no shame in dropping to your knees and wrapping your arm around his leg in the tightest grip you could muster. “Please, if it were gummies instead of actual pills or needles, I’d never complain!” Dottore sighs, trying to shake you off but to no avail. It seems you’re dead set on this.

“At least some of them, please, I’ll do anything.” By this point, your face is buried into his leg, all but begging for him to make medicine that is gummy. It was so ridiculous it would make him laugh, but the idea of him and his segments having to not go through the unthinkable in order for you to take your medicine is honestly quite appealing to the doctor.

“Alright,” he complies, which causes you to shoot up from the ground and grasp his hands with glee. “I will experiment to see what I can do.” You smile widely before thanking him profusely and kissing his cheeks and then his lips. Although he enjoys your affection, Dottore finds himself wondering if you’re okay yourself, because who gets this excited over gummies for medicine? And then he hears your next question.

“Can you make them different flavors too? And oh, gummy bear-shaped too! By the way, my favorite flavor is-”

“[Name].”

“I’m sorry.”

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Wanted

Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.6k

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Leaning against the counter you tried to slow your breath and calm down after what you had just seen. A slutty little sweet butt, practically grinding herself against the man you’d been seeing – the man you thought was yours. Hell, he hadn’t told you that you were his old lady, but countless nights tangled up in his sheets at the clubhouse had you thinking that you were something more. Anything more.

You watched the way he smirked at her before you finally got sick of the sight and stormed into the bathroom down the hall.

Embarrassment flooded you as you realized what a waste your efforts with him were. You tried your best to play it cool, go easy and casual with Bucky because that's the pace that he set. But now you knew that he was just stringing you along out of convenience.

Deep blue eyes locked with yours as you stared into the mirror, the brawny biker slipping into the bathroom behind you.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya Buck?” you sneered at his reflection.

“C’mon darlin’, don’t be like that.” His big, warm hands slowly slid around your waist from behind.

You turned in his hold, glaring up into his stupid gorgeous eyes. He towered over you and his large frame took over the cramped space. Why did he have to look like that? All broody, and irresistible, and annoyingly beguiling. Just having his hands on you made you want to fall down the rabbit hole, pretend like it didn’t bother you, as if your heart wasn’t on the line and you were perfectly fine – but then he smirked.

Anger rose up your chest as you looked at him, grinning at you like he did at her. Rage took over. “I’m fucking done with you!” you shouted, shoving his broad chest away from you, but he didn’t move an inch and you hated how hot that was. His body emanated power, and his presence made you weak.

Bucky��s eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly opening as his gaze darkened. “Nothing happened, and nothing was gonna happen, honest,” he declared. He sounded sincere, and you despised the way you felt your hard exterior fragment at his words.

That smug smirk graced his lips again, and you wanted to slap it off, or more honestly, kiss it off.

“You didn’t want something to happen with her?”

He crowded you, pushing you up against the counter behind you, close enough to feel the heat permeating off his body. “Now why would I want that when I have this sexy little spitfire right here?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you fought to hold onto your resolve the best you could. God, you just wanted him to hurt a little bit, wanted to be the one to walk away. “You don’t have me, Bucky.”

Gently running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face, his gaze flickered from your mouth to your eyes. “Don’t I?” he questioned, unaffected by your lie.

Gasping at his arrogance, “You son of a bitch.” You were done, this was it. He was used to getting his way with every girl he came across, but you weren’t going to give the self-righteous bastard the satisfaction.

His gruff voice broke your train of thought. “Because you sure as hell have me.”

Your breath hitched as you looked into his dark dilated pupils – he meant it.

“You’re only gonna break my heart, I don't think we should –”

His lips cut you off before you could end it. His tongue was hot and determined. His hands moved up and cupped your jaw as he held you in place, kissing you until you couldn’t think. Until you forgot why you were mad in the first place, only knowing that you needed him.

“You can’t quit me, baby,” he whispered against your lips. His hypnotic eyes reminded you that you were too far gone; his lips against your neck as his rough hands slid down and up your skirt, kneading your ass harshly cemented his possession.

With his sinful blue eyes transfixed on yours, he dropped to his knees between your legs and licked up the length of your inner thigh. Heat bloomed in your core as you gave in, watching him kiss his way up your thighs, biting into your flesh as his eyes held yours. Whimpering out, you tugged him closer, needing more. Bucky chuckled darkly before burying his face in between your thighs, licking and sucking you through your lacy g-string. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panty and eased them off before swiftly hooking your leg over his shoulder and swiping his hot thick tongue through your wet folds.

Your hands fell to his hair, holding him in place. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licked you from your entrance to clit, over and over again.

Without warning he shoved two thick fingers into your center, working you over as his tongue fixated on your bundle of nerves. The cool metal of his rings sliding against your hot skin created a delicious contrast. You moaned in between gasps of air, watching as he took care of what he knew belonged to him. The grip on his hair got harsher and he could tell you were close, feeling your needy muscles quiver – his favorite tell-tale sign.

Unable to control yourself you trembled in pleasure, body convulsing as you came undone. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, helping you through it, curling his fingers deeper inside of you. Mischievous eyes watched in appreciation, his chest swelling with pride as you whimpered out his name.

While your anger had been snuffed out to embers, your passion for him reignited the flame.

You coaxed Bucky to stand before tearing at his shirt, pulling his cut and flannel open so that you could nip at his neck. You bit and sucked your way down to his tattooed chest, leaving your mark as you went.

Tugging at his belt, you swiftly undid his jeans, desperate to feel him. Before you could wrap your hand around his heavy length, he gripped the back of your thighs and pressed you hard up against the wall across from the mirror; where you could watch as he wrecked you.

Holding you there with his hips and hands, he leaned forward to capture your lips before lining himself up; only pulling back a split second to watch your face as he buried himself inside of you, driving home with one hard thrust. You gasped at the stretch and intense familiar pressure. Bucky had fucked you so many times, but that first plunge never failed to take your breath away; always reminded you how no other man could ever fill you so right.

His hips snapped into yours mercilessly, striking you roughly again and again at an unwavering pace.

You threw your head back and lost yourself in a daze, incapable of uttering a word. Fuck, you’d let him do whatever he wanted if he’d keep on using your body like that.

“You’re all I want,” he growled, his teeth on your neck.

As he recklessly thrusted in deeper than imaginable, you almost missed the quiet click of the door. But then your eyes locked in the mirror with that dumb skank that wanted your man.

Her eyes nearly bulged out in surprise and you took the opportunity to toss her a devilish grin as Bucky took you apart. That’s right bitch, mine.

She scurried off right before your back arched off the wall, your muscles tightening around him.

“Oh, fuck –”

“Takin’ all of me so fuckin’ well,” Bucky grinded his pelvis into you, rubbing your clit each time he bottomed out, knocking the air from your lungs. He was lost in you, and all you could do was take it. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him impossibly closer, until your walls spasmed as you shattered in his arms. But he wasn’t done with you; he rutted into you hard, watching proudly as your body quaked between the wall and him. You clenched him perfectly, pulsating around him so hard it sent him over the edge.

You bit his lip as you felt his thrusts grow erratic. Bucky groaned out your name as he jerked violently, emptying himself – branding your insides with his hot release.

He’d be happy to spend the rest of his days living in you. His brain was foggy, but his heart knew who he was supposed to be with. Resting his forehead against yours, he panted as he tried to calm down.

Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you smiled softly. “I love it when we fight,” you admitted.

He chuckled and squeezed your thighs. “Me too, darlin’,” he nipped your lip. “But I’m starting to think you start these fights because you know how it’ll end.”

You giggled at his words, he was onto your game. “Maybe I do,” you whispered just before your lips met his for a soft, sweet kiss.

You were everything he wanted in a woman, you gave him more than he ever thought he’d find in his world. Right then, he made a mental note to stop entertaining the advances of other girls. His soul was already taken. But damn was it true, the fights always led to the best sex.

Carefully pulling himself out, he gently set you down, keeping his arms around your waist as you stood on wobbly legs. Your smudged eye makeup, those gorgeous sultry lips, and the way you looked at him – Bucky was a goner.

You were his weakness, and he knew then what he’d never said out loud – all he needed from this life was his bike, the club, and his best girl.

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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months

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Choso with injured (y/n) who has blood phobia

Word Count: 1,3k

Warnings: blood mentioned all the time, (y/n) is me, please note that blood phobia feels different for everyone and I wrote it from my own experience, still sick so there might be some spelling errors

Your ears start to ring violently, ice cold sweat coating your forehead while your heart hammers against your chest.

“You know this is just a minor cut, right?”, Choso questions dryly.

Why the hell are you acting up like that? He thought you’re a jujutsu sorcerer and given your attacks from earlier, a pretty good one. While he killed some of these stupid humans, his powers brushed over your skin ever so slightly, leaving you with a small cut on your hand. Nothing serious at all, could be easily fixed by a plaster.

But why are you standing there, staring down at your hand and the tiny trail of blood that runs down and look like you’ll faint every minute with your face going pale like snow?

“I can’t see blood”, you breathe out.

Calm down, it’s just a scratch, get a hold of yourself, this is ridiculous. You begin to walk in circles, desperately try to calm your breathing, to stop your ears from ringing and your guts from twisting.

“I need to lay down.”

Your body almost collapses onto the floor while you stretch your legs in the air, hands covering your sweaty forehead.

In the meantime, all Choso can do is stare at you. Is this a joke?

“You know that you’re a jujutsu sorcerer, right? How is it even possible that you have blood phobia? Also, that’s nothing but a little cut. Get a hold of yourself, woman.”

“Shut up, loser. You have no idea how this feels.”

“I’m here to kill you, you’re aware of that right?”

Why the hell are you scared of this tiny amount of blood anyway? When he cut off the heads of these humans, you didn’t bother at all. Are you just trying to distract him from his mission? Why does he hesitate instead of killing you right on the spot? A really easy task when all you do is lay on the floor while holding your head with your feet stretched out in the air.

“Right”, you mumble.

With trembling legs, you slowly lift yourself off the ground and get immediately greeted by the growing ringing in your ears. Fuck, how much you hate the feeling of fainting, how much you despise this spark of weakness. Why? Why can’t you just get a hold of yourself? Forget about that fucking blood, stand your ground.

“I…I won’t give up…”, you mutter.

Your vision slowly but surely gets foggy, you can’t focus on his admittedly gorgeous face anymore.

“I-I think I’m fainting…”

Just before your body crashes to the ground, Choso catches you in his arms. Your eyes are shut, the tension of your frame is completely gone. You are indeed unconscious. All he can do is stare at you in disbelief, how you are peacefully laying in his arms in the middle of a battlefield. All of this over one stupid droplet of blood. All of this while you could potentially die.

“Idiot”, he hisses.

What should he do now? It seems like your little friends rely on your abilities, nobody’s here to save you. It would be way too easy to just cut your throat and leave. One problem less, one jujutsu sorcerer more who pays for the death of his brothers.

But…you look so peaceful, it is so mesmerizing to watch you. Choso signs and rolls him eyes at himself. The others would kill you right on the spot if they were him. Maybe he should drag you to Mahito and the others, forget about your presence and carry on.

You sign heavy, your forehead dripping in ice cold sweat. Even though he despises every little thing about humans, you look…

Lovely.

“I’ll regret this”, he mutters to himself before turning on his heels and sprinting away, your unconscious body laying safely in his arms. Away from the crowds, away from the curses into an abandoned building.

Softly, he places your frame on the stony ground, your limbs not moving an inch. What the hell is he supposed to do, now? He’s never had to deal with someone who can’t see blood. What feels like, what did you do earlier?

Choso reluctantly grabs your ankles and lifts your legs in the air. Yeah, this makes sense. Like that, your blood flows back into your empty brain. How long does it take until your back? Minutes, hours? Damn, he has no fucking idea. He’s just able to stand there awkwardly, holding your ankles while eyeing you up and down.

Oh, how much he hates to admit how mesmerized he is by the way your hair falls and your so effortlessly striking facial features. It almost feels as if he’s betraying his brothers to stand here, saving your puny life from certain death. But there’s just something about you, something that seems so different from the rest, something that tells him over and over to protect you. Despite your striking powers, you looked so damn innocent.

“Where am I?”

“Finally, I thought you were death”, Choso comments dryly.

Suddenly your eyes are wide open as you look around frantically, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“I fainted, didn’t I?”, you stammer.

“Yes.”

Your eyes dart towards him and for a brief moment, his world stops spinning. It seems so easy to get lost in your striking orbs that are filled with nothing but innocence and surprise.

“Did you bring me here? Where are we?”

“I don’t know.”

Your hands roam over your body hectically. Did he chop your arm off, cut you open, is anything missing?

No.

You are completely fine.

“You didn’t kill me”, you state.

“Obviously, idiot”, he remarks.

“Why?”

Your unanswered question hangs in the thick air between both of you while you stare at him in disbelief. It would have been so easy for him to kill you. Just a few minutes ago, you were fighting each other, after all you are on opposite sides. So why? Why did he decide to safe you instead?

Your train of thoughts gets violently interrupted by the way your guts turn and your head starts spinning all over again.

“Urgh, I need to lay down”, you moan.

This will definitely leave you feeling like shit for the rest of the day or at least until you took a good nap.

“Aren’t you scared of me?”

“Why would I? You had the chance to kill me this whole time and decided not to. And not like the rest of these fuckers, I actually get the impression that you are a pretty decent person.”

“I’m not a person. I’m a reincarnated curse”, he hisses.

“You seem pretty human to me”, you hush.

Choso’s heartbeat picks up in an instant by your words that are so unknown to him. He was never more than a monster, a frightful creature or a curse to exorcise to anyone else. And while you’re still not looking completely well yet, you would be able to attack him if you wanted.

“Don’t compare me to your species. You just fainted because of a small cut. What is wrong with you? When I cut these heads, you didn’t even flinch.”

“That’s something completely different! I only feel that way with needles and small amounts of blood”, you clarify.

“Whatever, you gave a pretty weak performance. You should really work on that.”

“I know, I really try. Hey, maybe you can help me with that!”

“Don’t get ideas, woman. Be glad I saved you. I should get going anywhere and you…just get lost”, re instructs you with emotionless voice.

Within the blink of an eye he’s gone, leaving you speechless and mesmerized by your encounter.

Choso was is name, right? For being a reincarnated curse, he seems like a nice man. Maybe you should keep your eyes open for him.

And you should definitely work on your blood phobia.

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Always, more than enough

Evan Buckley x Female reader

summary: Reader is going through somenthing at uni, but Buck's the perfect boyfriend words: 1484 warnings: smut Author's note: this is the first of my work that i ever publish, so please try and be kind. Also, english's not my first language so I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes and stuff

(Y/N) had just finished her last lesson of the day;she didn't imagine the second year could be even worse than the first, not that she didn't like her major or studying for it ... It was the ambience that she started to despise. Even if she found a solid group of friends, there was this bunch of girls that she really really couldn't stand. And it was so frustrating that at least one of them was in every lesson of her everyday schedule.

It wasn't like she argued with them or somethingbut the fact that they always had to say something about her and her life

The worst was when they spoke about Evan.He literally was the perfect boyfriend and (Y/N) couldn't tolerate their comment about their relationship.

"You sure he doesn't need a nurse? I could be his" said Sarah one time, and for this (Y/N) could blame her jealousy for her reaction because she knew Evan was an extremely attractive guy. But when Jennifer said "I really don't know why he's with you..." and then Carmen "yeah I'm sure he would want more than someone like you".

(Y/N) was sure of her relationship and in fact never really answered that type of comment...But there was that part of her she didn't have the strength to blame for being hurt about them.

How can a girl say that to another girl?

She couldn't answer that either.

(Y/N) was currently walking through theuniversity's courtyard to go to the bus station, all while recording an audio to her boyfriend about her day after he send her some texts when he woke up later in the evening after his shift.

"God I'm so fucking tired Buck, Mr Brown really has to learn how to not shout bec-" she suddenly stopped at the sign after her "no fucking way".

Her phone registered that too and when she arrived inches from Evan his phone rang for her notification.

"what the hell are you doing here?"

he was smiling.

God.

"surprise?" and then he smirked. (Y/N) nearly jumped to hug him and wrap her arms around his neck, but when they were about to kiss she reminded him "not here" and glanced around.

Evan knew she wasn't a fan of PDA and so when she would rather kiss him in private he didn't ask her too much about it. But now it was starting to feel strange she got so nervous near him at college...

"come on, you're at mine's tonight".

(Y/N) only smiled brighter and followed him to his car while she told him all about her day; and Evan listened to everything she said, every topic she defined interesting so he could bring it up later, every stop at the coffee shop she did so he would regulate her caffeine for the night and let her sleep, every essay she said she would forget so he could remind her eventually. He loved to listen to her. He loved when she rambled like that because she actually stopped his overthinking of everything when she did.

"shit! I was supposed to grab dinner at myparents's tonight" she suddenly said when they entered the car.

"already did that." He answered. She didn't know whether to be confused or impressed.

"I called your mum and told her my plan. Because I know how you hate Wednesdays and your mum cooks for you on them. After work I stopped at your parents'house and grabbed dinner -which by the way smelled delicious- and then came grab you"

Yeah... She was definitely impressed

She bent over Buck's car console and kissed him. (Y/N) was beyond grateful to have him in her life.

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The first thing (Y/N) did after she took off her shoes the moment Evan closed his house door was to grab his face and pull him in a desperate kiss. He was kind of shocked at the sudden urgency of her hands on him but he couldn't really complain, it was so long since they could kiss like this because of their packed schedules.

Bucks groans in (Y/N)'s mouth and starts to fidget with her jeans untill she stepped away to get off her shirt first. Buck was so distracted from kissing her breasts that he didn't realise she stripped down her pants too. (Y/N) took his face again and licked his lips, smiling, "now strip".

She was so demanding, Evan's cock twitched just for her tone. He quickly took off his shirt while (Y/N) turned around to go in the bedroom. It was then that he smirked, finally realising how tiny her panties were.

"look at that, my super smart slut" he said smacking her ass. She let out a yelp but she was smirking too while she led him to his room. Evan just followed like a lost puppy trying to get out of his jeans on the way.

The moment he saw (Y/N) finally, completely naked he pinned her to the wall and got on his knees

"can I?"

It was such a turn on that even after years of being together and the fact that (Y/N) was ready naked and all for him, Evan still asked for her permission.

She answered putting her hand through his hair and putting his head close to her.

He was so good at licking her.

It didn't last long because Evan was entering her pussy with his tongue and then he started sucking on her clit and -

"Evan" she breathed out.

The first time she did it, Buck was shocked at how he was affected by the sound of his name from her lips. But now he got addicted to it.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess and Buck started to alternate a lick and a bite to her lips, "Baby I-I really love this but-" , another moan at the sign of Buck stopping immediatly and looking at her from his lashes.

He was so hot.

"I need you".

That was enough for Buck to grab her by the thights and put her on the bed; he crawled over her and smiled but that didn't last long because (Y/N) started to stroke his cock and he fucking whimpered.

"Sweatheart" he started moving his hips in her hand, "yes baby?", she smirked at his flushed state "ple-se". (Y/N) put his cock near her entrance and when he felt her wetness Buck completly lost it and pushed into her. They both moaned at the new contact.

Evan gave her few moments to get adjusted before he started thrust so hard she scratched his back with her nails.

"Yes! Keep going Evan"

He kissed her neck and never once thought to change the pace because he could feel (Y/N) clench around him signaling him she was close. It was only when Buck started to moan more loudly that she allowed herself to really be in the moment and come on his dick. He followed shortly after her.

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They stayed on the bed readjusting their breathing and cuddling for another half an hour before Buck got up and microwed them some food to eat in bed. (Y/N) couldn't even think to get up, Evan only worsened her tiredness.

The atmosphere was so confortable while they eat half covered with Evan's sheet, (Y/N) covered in one of his shirt, that she thought it was the right moment to answer the dubts that was forming in her boyfriend's mind since some weeks;

"I'm sorry", he looked up at her confused but she wasn't looking at him so he knew she needed time to actually talk.

"Do you think I'm enough for you?" at this Evan put his napkin away and got closer to her "what are you talking about baby? You're everything for me"; (Y/N) left a breth escape her lips and a light smile starts to form on them, but she got Buck worry now.

"What happened (Y/N)?" he put his hand on her thigh and followed her eyes in order to got her to look at him. She breathed in again. "Some girls at school... let's just say they think you could do better than me". Evan immediatly wrapped his arms around her.

"Oh love, you know they only say this 'cause they're jelous of you", she chuckled "yeah i know, it's stupid and I'm sorry I got you upset by avoiding you around campus but i really hate when they comment about us and it's even more stupid because I never cared for others opinion but when it comes to you I-"

Evan stopped her by kissing her.

"Thank you for finally telling what you were stressing about" another kiss "don't ever think you have to apologize, to me of all people, for your feelings" another kiss "and don't you ever, ever think you're not enough"

(Y/N) smiled at him.

"I love you". It was her that kissed him now.

"I love you too".

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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haiiii!! i was wondering if you be willing to write step dad whesker x reader where you come in from college for a family reunion and he takes you out back behind the building to feel you up, and as he does someone catches you and he continues to fuck you as the family tries to get you both to stop. :3

𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❦

pairings - Stepdad! Wesker x Fem! Reader

a/n- this is definitely the darkest fic i’ve written so far😭 thank you for the ask!! hope you enjoy (as usual, not proofread so lmk)

𝐂𝐰- Step-cest, exhibitionsm?, cheating, fantasizing, taboo relationship, age gap (reader is in her 20s, Wesker is 48), mild daddy kink, use of praise and pet names, reader is a virgin, unprotected sex, dumbification?, breeding kink if you squint, dacraphylia ꨄ

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“It’s so good to have you home, hon!” your mother exclaims, suffocating you with her usual greeting of a hug.

It had been a couple of years since you’d been home. You chose to go to a college a few states away, which your mother absolutely despised. But as an adult, you’re responsible for your own decisions and that’s where you wanted to go.

It was far away, but you could still visit whenever you wanted. Though, simple face-times were more convenient in between those timeframes.

You couldn’t make it to last years family gathering, mostly because it’s on the most random day of the year and you had exams. So this year, you make the effort to come visit.

It was nice to get a break from the burdens of school.

“It’s good to be home,” you reassure your mother with a few awkward back pats before pulling away from the embrace.

“Albert set the TV back up in your old room for the week.”

Convenient. You had almost forgotten about the man your mother married. Or rather, tried to force yourself to forget him.

Wesker came into you and your mother’s life out of nowhere, quickly becoming head of the household. And taking over your thoughts entirely.

He was a fickle man, something about him just always seemed off in a way you couldn’t quite decipher. He was just eerie. Somehow, that was appealing. You found yourself wanting to get closer to the man.

But you would never do that to your poor mother. She loved him a lot, so it seemed. So you just pushed him out of your memory when you left. It was nothing that serious. Never even discussed out loud. Hell, the two of you hardly ever spoke, always awkward around each other.

Especially now, as you pass by on your way to your room.

He just watches, as if inspecting you under a microscope. Not saying a word, just staring all open mouthed like he was going to.

You force a tight lipped smile, directing it to him as a hello. Some things just don’t change. Not even your old bedroom.

But you sure did.

Wesker couldn’t help but notice your major change in wardrobe. He always saw you as the sort of insecure and self conscious type. Now you fully displayed yourself without shame, wearing tighter, more revealing clothing. Shorts so short your ass hangs out around the edges. And your makeup, less minuscule. To say you grew into your looks was an understatement.

You completely changed appearance wise, even if you remained the same inside. He felt like he was looking at you for the first time.

He liked what he saw. A little too much. He knew how wrong it was to see his own stepdaughter in that light, but as he takes in every inch of you, all the blood rushes from his head to his cock, making him shift uncomfortably as his pants suddenly grow to be too tight.

He just leaves without greeting you, welcoming you home like he wanted to originally.

Hopefully you didn’t take it the wrong way, he just desperately needed to relieve himself. To get those dirty thoughts out of his head.

He rushes off to the bathroom, dropping his pants and boxers down to his ankles and immediately gripping his cock. He closes his eyes as he fucks into his hand, using the thought, the image of you in his mind.

Something was seriously wrong with him.

It only took a minute or two before he made a mess of himself, cumming in bursts he’d never experienced. He had never gotten off that fast, or released that much. But with the thought of you, it felt completely different. Completely wrong and so damn good. Was he really that depraved?

Usually he goes back to normal after he finishes, but not this time. It only made him want more.

As he starts to go again, he’s halted by the sound of your mother’s voice. Dinner was ready. She planned all week for this, making sure to make your favorite meal for your first night back.

With a frustrated sigh, he washes the filth from his hands, looking at his face shamefully in the mirror before pulling up his pants again, making his way to the dining room.

You’re already there, sitting quietly at the table. He sits opposite of you, trying to remain as far away as possible. Trying to pretend he didn’t just jerk off pathetically to the thought of you.

“So, Wesker…” you speak up, almost giving the man a heart attack. “Mom told me about the new job you started.”

It takes him a minute to process your statement. He realizes you’re attempting to make conversation with him, clearing his throat before replying. “Yes, pays quite nicely.”

Was that too bland? He shouldn’t have to think this hard for a simple discussion.

“Do you like it?” you try to continue.

He freezes up as you start eating, lips wrapping around the spoon, making direct eye contact with him. He zones out, imagining those pretty lips around his cock, struggling to take him down your throat. Shit. When did he become this desperate?

Again he shifts, feeling that familiar tightness. “I like it just fine. I get a decent amount of time off.”

“Are you looking forward to the cookout tomorrow? Your favorite aunt will be attending I’ve heard.” he continues, hiding the tremble in his voice.

You nod, “It’ll be nice to have everyone together again.” and the conversation ends there, leaving your mother to carry it on throughout the rest of dinner.

He tries his hardest to be normal, refusing to look your way. But he can’t help it. He continues stealing glances at you throughout the meal, writhing in his chair every time you meet his gaze.

By the end of it, he’s in the bathroom again, unable to calm himself down. Meanwhile you’re going to bed without knowing at all.

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The following day is even worse. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get through the day without doing something. Let alone the rest of the week that you’re staying.

Half of the family is over, completely taking away any chance of privacy for his restroom breaks. He would just have to deal with it.

That was going to be completely impossible though.

It’s a hot day, you’re dressed in a tank top and an even shorter pair or shorts than the day before. With your hair up, unkempt and out of your face, smiling and laughing so sweetly with the others. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, off of your exposed skin.

He’s struggling to keep up with his role with the grill, almost burning the food an embarrassing amount of times.

He wanted so badly to slip away again. But even then he wouldn’t be satisfied. Not until he got to have you the way he wanted.

If he was going to survive this family reunion, that’s what had to happen. He just didn’t know how he was going to pull it off. He had a feeling you might be attracted to him, but he was never certain. You hid your feelings better than even he could.

When he notices the grill is running low on charcoal, he sees it as an opportunity. “Could you help me out with getting these bags from the shed? Could use an extra pair of hands.”

Being the good girl you were, you drop everything you’re doing to help him out, following him towards the other side of the house.

He didn’t at all need help. Before you know it, you’re pinned to the wall, silenced by his rough lips taking over yours. He forces your shorts down with ease, dipping his hand directly into your bare cunt while the other holds you there.

You go completely dizzy, not fighting against him. Instead you’re kissing your stepfather back, letting those urges take you over, all the pent up tension that built over the years.

You whimper into his mouth as he rubs at your clit like a mad man, already making you quiver. “What if we get caught..and the neighbors…if they-“

“Let them. They can watch for all I care. I need you, now.” he interjects, and you submit.

He discards his pants, hooking his arms under your thighs to hold you up and aligning himself with your entrance and shoving all the way in, balls deep.

You let out a guttural squeal, clinging onto him with tears welling up in your eyes.

“Holy fuck…” he growls almost animalistic, “So fucking tight. Are you still a virgin?”

You nod. Well, you were. And now your first time was his. Knowing that drove him over the edge. “It’s alright, daddy’s got you. I’ll take care of you, my darling.” he croons.

But that was partially a lie. As much as he didn’t want to end up hurting you, he couldn’t control himself. He tried his best to slow down, but his hips thrusted into you on their own. The head of his cock jabs at your cervix, over and over.

Your nails dig into his back seeking stability and he does his best to hold you.

You’re sobbing, from pain or pleasure he can’t tell. All he knows is it’s turning him on even more. Everytime you whine, it brings him closer.

“You’re okay.”

“Such a good girl, letting me have my way with you. You’re taking me so well.” he coos softly, continuing to fuck up into you ruthlessly. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up, you’re going to take it like a good girl, hm?”

You can find the words to speak, only mewling out needy and incoherent attempts at his name. It’s enough to push him over. He cums deep inside, not even attempting at pulling out.

Instead, he continues, stuffing you full of his seed.

His pace doesn’t even slow during the second round, steadily pumping his cock into your walls. You suck him in so tightly as he splits you open mercilessly. As much as he cared for you, nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling his needs.

Not even favorite aunt who’s horrified at the sight in front of her. She grows to be heated, preaching on about how disgusting he is, pleading for him to separate from you.

It goes in one ear and out the other. He doesn’t even pause to look at her, keeping his eyes on yours. He wasn’t going to stop until he was fully satisfied.

“Just look at me baby, don’t worry. We’re in this together. Daddy’s got you…”

You’re feeling completely humiliated, guilt churning in the pit of your stomach, his cock only stirs it further.

Your aunt fades out to the background, your ears start to ring and your vision goes hazy. You climax so hard you can’t stop your shaking. You tighten up around him in the process, completely draining him into you.

Again he sounds a carnal growl, feeling that sweet release he’s been yearning for.

When he pulls out and sets you down, you’re clinging to him like a whipped dog, soaking his shirt with your tears. It wounds his heart to see you so upset.

He pulls his pants back up, yours as well, zipping up your shorts and buttoning up the button for you. He runs his hands through your disheveled hair and wipes away your streams of tears.

Whatever the consequences were for his actions, he wouldn’t let you go down for it.

The two of you could run away together if needed, he hardly cared all that much for your mother anyway.

Not when you were in town.

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fuckmyskywalker · 7 months

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"Big, scary and lethal." — Darth Vader.

— CW: 18+, smut! Size difference. Dom/sub dynamics. Boot-riding, mentions of murder. Power play. | Word Count: 0.8k (not proofread!)

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Soft pants escape your lips as he pushes you further against the wall. His large, leather-clad hands grip your hips as strongly as the durasteel that serves his armor, keeping you in your place— although you have no intention of moving. Darth Vader’s 6’6 frame engulfs you effortlessly, but that pretty much applies to anything and anyone. Somehow, he is in a particularly compassionate mood tonight: and you notice it by lack of maltreatment and manhandling.

Squirming under his penetrating gaze, you wonder how his eyes look under the mask. It’s a dangerous thought, one you know he can read and probably punish you for it; but a thought that always crosses your mind nonetheless. He has the power, even with his pinky finger— to split you in half. Break your bones. Make your life a living hell just because he enjoys the fact that he is capable of doing so. Without any trace of remorse.

His hands let go of your hips to cup your breasts from above your uniform, and he is not nice— nor too harsh. Vader is rude and abrupt by nature, or at least he has been ever since you met him. His hands are big enough to cup every inch, pushing them upwards and snapping the buttons of your top. With a gasp, you allow yourself to mourn the piece of clothing for a second before he repeats the brutal action with your bra; using those same large, strong hands to slap your tits, admiring how the flesh giggles and calls him.

Deep down— and it is an embarrassing thought— he wishes he could swirl his tongue over your erect nipples. A part of him, the human part that he so much despises urges for the contact, the closure, the undeniable feeling that only skin against skin provides him… A feeling he had already forgotten. Now, there isn’t a speck of love or even respect— no. There’s a demand. An exchange of power that gives him that exhilarating ego boost that he can’t let go of even after he thought the old version of himself was consumed by hatred and fire. Darth Vader’s indexes flick your perky nubs, making sure they are so hard they hurt.

“Turn around.” His modulated voice breaks the monotone melody of his mechanical breathing and your heavy panting. You obey, not because you really want to; but because you know you have to. The frigid material of his codpiece rubs against your ass and Vader feels a wave of frustration course through his weak veins at the lack of friction he receives. If he wants to feel something he has to remove it, and he isn’t going to grant you his vulnerability.

Instead, he makes sure to loom behind you, towering just like he always does and placing his palms over your thighs. After a deep breath, he changes his mind— it’s not enough. He’s not getting what he really wants. Vader’s fingers twitch as the frustration keeps growing. He will never be satisfied. Nothing will ever feel the same.

Pushing you until you kneel, he commands you to turn around again. “Look at me.” He speaks with that impetus that sends a wave of excitement and fear straight to your core. When your eyes meet the black holes of his mask, his wrist flicks, and your neck twists. A heavy moan falls down your lips as the slap echoes through the dimly lit chamber. Settling the tip of his boot in between your thighs, with another flick of his wrists he forces you down even more, causing you to practically straddle his foot. The material of his footwear is rigid underneath your crotch, and your hips roll tentatively, such action earning you another slap.

“Make yourself come.”

And who are you to disobey?

Every roll of your hips triggers that fuzzy spot inside your brain that mixes the arousal and the humiliation— but to be fair, he has made you do worse only to prove to himself that he is stronger, bigger, better than you. He watches you, and you feel the weight of his gaze underneath that damn mask that you both hate and love so much.

The frustration slowly fades. You look impossibly smaller like this. Kneeling and using his boot as a tool to seek your relief under Vader’s supervision. He watches firsthand how your eyes roll and your body shivers, slowly but surely building up the pleasure until it tenses enough for you to snap. Vader envisions the slick fabric of your underwear, would it damp the fabric of your uniform slacks and coat the shiny texture of his boot? Probably; and he thrives on it. Darth Vader seeks dominance. That desirable and coveted ringlet of power replaces the resentment. This is how it should be. This is the feeling he wants to experience both in the battle and when he is taking advantage of you. He is everything he always desired. No one can match his strength, his cruelty, Maker— not even his size.

Then why is he so unhappy?

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 1 year

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You're Mine

I did an Eddie Valentine's Day one so I felt I needed to also do a Joe one.

Pairing: JoeXFemReader

Summary: You've always hated Valentine's Day. Past boyfriends have shown you the holiday is shit but this year, you're dating Joe, and he is going to show you that it's anything but.

Warnings: Explicit language, Oral Sex, Fingering, Intercourse

Valentine’s Day…such a stupid holiday. I can be a jerk to you the rest of the year, but one day a year I will buy you roses and all is well. At least that was your experience with past Valentines Days. You’d learned to despise the holiday and everything it stood for so you always boycotted.

This year was different though because you were dating Joe. You’d been together a few months now and he was everything that every other loser you’d wasted your time on wasn’t. He was kind and considerate. He was attentive to your every need…and you meant every need. Jesus, the sex was mind blowing. You’d had no idea you could have six orgasms in one night until Joe. The man was a maestro with his tongue and fingers. You’d never been with anyone who was more concerned with your pleasure than their own.

But, you still hadn’t breathed a word about Valentine's Day. You’d only been together a few months. You didn’t want to put pressure on him to do something. It didn’t matter anyway. It was a hallmark holiday for companies to jack up prices on flowers and push chocolates. Like you needed another reason to eat chocolate. So, you’d stayed quiet and now you were heading home from work, ready for a quiet evening with a bottle of wine, a good book, and a bubble bath. You would be perfectly content to enjoy your own company this year.

You pulled your key from your purse and moved to unlock your door, but it was already unlocked. You hesitated for a second, wondering if you should walk away and call the police. A woman leaving alone, the door unlocked, Valentine’s Day…you’d seen enough Criminal Minds to know this could add up to some insane serial killer bullshit.

Hesitantly, you pushed the door open and stood in confusion as the glow of a bunch of candles hit your vision. What the hell? Walking in slowly, you dropped your purse on the ground and made your way through your apartment. A bottle of wine sat chilled in a bucket on the table, which was set with your best serving ware. Soft music was playing and you stopped, listening, realizing it was coming from your bedroom.

Intrigued, you followed the sound. Opening your bedroom door, your eyes went wide at the sight in front of you. Your bedspread was scattered with dozens of rose petals and lying right in the middle, holding a rose in his teeth by the stem, was your boyfriend, wearing nothing but black boxers covered in bright pink hearts.

“Holy shit, Joe!” you exclaimed with a laugh. “What are you doing?”

He pulled the rose from his mouth, whipping it toward you with a smile, “It is Valentine’s Day, darling. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let this day just go by without a surprise? Dinner will be delivered from your favorite restaurant in an hour and a half. I had to make sure we had plenty of time for the pre-dinner festivities first.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you. “And, of course, I have to give you your present.”

“You mean, my present isn’t you because those candy hearts look sweet enough to eat,” you purred, walking slowly toward the bed.

“Love, what’s under those candy hearts is even more scrummy,” Joe crooned, rising to his knees and moving to the edge of the bed, “but first…” He grabbed you around the waist, twisting, and tossing you on the bed in one quick motion. “I am going to lick every single inch of your body.”

Pleasure shot straight through to your core in anticipation at his words. Joe collapsed on top of you, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue bypassing your lips and exploring. He tasted so damn good. His hands slid along your body, tracing every single curve. They moved to your thighs and slipped under your dress to grab onto your ass with both hands as he ground himself against you, causing you both to release a simultaneous moan of satisfaction.

“I have been thinking about this all damn day,” he grunted softly, his lips now along your jaw, his tongue slipping out to trace along your neck before he latched onto the tender skin there, sucking it gently into his mouth, knowing how crazy this made you.

You rocked your hips up to meet his, desperate for the friction between your bodies to relieve the aching need between your legs. You ran your hands along his back, over the shoulder blades you loved so damn much as his mouth continued on it’s path south.

Joe grabbed the straps of your dress, pulling them along your arms until you were topless for him. He pressed kisses along the tops of your breasts where your skin and the fabric of your bra met, if it could even be called fabric, a flimsy piece of lace, just enough to keep them contained.

His mouth covered your breast, his breath hot against you and you whimpered, one hand grabbing a fistful of those soft curls, holding him against you. He groaned with pleasure as his tongue darted out, playing over your nipple before pulling it into his mouth, lace and all.

“Fuck yes!” you cried, desperate for more, desperate for him to relieve the building pressure that was raging within you. “Joseph, please…”

“Mmm, I do like when you call me Joseph,” he murmured, looking up at you with a wicked grin. His hand moved from your ass, pushing your panties to the side, his fingers sliding along your folds. “So wet already. Is this all for me, darling?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your chest heaving in suspense for what was coming. Jesus, you needed him to touch you. It was an aching need like you had never felt with anyone else. “It’s always for you.”

“That’s right,” he said, pressing two fingers inside of you. Your back arched, a pleased hum vibrating through your lips. “Because you’re mine, aren’t you, love? Only mine.”

“Yes, yes…I am only yours,” you pleaded as those fingers began moving, pressing against your velvet walls, the heel of his hand grinding deliciously against your clit. You only wanted to be his. No one else could ever make you feel this fucking good and you knew it.

Then his fingers were gone and you let out a whine of disappointment. Joe chuckled, leaning back and placing his fingers that had just been inside of you into his mouth, slowly licking you off him with a satisfied smile.

“I believe I said I was going to lick every inch of you, my love,” he teased, grabbing your dress and pulling it the rest of the way off. “I am only halfway there.”

His tongue slid over your stomach, dipping into your navel, causing you to shudder. He continued, sliding over your hip and down your thigh, pressing kisses against her knee. You trembled with need, the need to have him where you needed him once again but he would not be hurried. His tongue continued down your leg, along your calf and your foot before starting the same path along the other one. As he kissed your inner thigh, you whimpered and pushed yourself toward him, feeling as if you were going to explode if he didn’t get there soon.

“Now, now,” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips and pressing them into the bed, “there is no rush.” He pressed a kiss to your center and you groaned. “We have plenty of time before dinner arrives.”

“Joseph, please,” you pleaded. “Jesus Christ, I need your tongue already. Please baby.”

“My girl did ask so nicely.”

You cried out his name as his tongue slid along you from your entrance all the way up to your clit. His hands grabbed your ass again, fingertips digging in as he lifted you up to his mouth.

“Yes!” you shrieked, one hand gripping his hair and one gripping the comforter.

He moaned against you as you tugged at his hair, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. His tongue darted over your oversensitive little nub and your whole body began to shake, every muscle quaking with pleasure. He felt how stimulated you were and switched to circles just around your clit until your body settled a bit before ramping it up again, sucking it between his lips.

“Fuck!” you cried, “Yes! Just like that!” You held onto him, grinding yourself against him, feeling like a bomb just waiting to go off. Your orgasm was building quickly and you knew it was going to explode when it happened. Orgasms with Joe left you helpless, shaking, barely able to move and he often didn’t give you much time to recover before working you toward the next one.

Just as you were on the verge, he pulled away, wiping his mouth, looking like the cat that got the mouse. You laid there, your body in shock, at the sudden halt to what was promising to be an amazing finish.

“Joe,” you groaned, “baby please. I need to cum.”

“Oh, I know you do, but I believe you said these little candy hearts look sweet enough to eat. I want to do something new with you.”

He took your hand, lifting you from the bed. Your body was seizing, struggling to come back down from the high it had been riding and you didn’t know what he had in mind, but you were up for anything that meant you could finally orgasm.

Joe slipped his boxers off and laid back on the bed. He held his hands out, beckoning for you to climb on top of him. You were confused. You’d ridden him before. That wasn’t new for the two of you. You thought he wanted you to give him head so you began crawling over him but he shook his head, circling his fingers for you to turn around.

“No darling, you’re not going to ride my cock. At least, not yet. I want you to ride my face,” he directed, smirking.

Jesus Christ. Your stomach fluttered. Yeah, you’d done this before but never with him. You turned your body, straddling him and backing up until your center was just over his mouth. He wasted no time, gripping your hips and pulling you down, his tongue diving into your entrance while his fingers circled your clit.

You threw your head back in pure bliss, lost in the sensations of his hand and mouth working you before you remembered that you had a job to do too. Leaning forward, you gripped his length in your hand, running it along him a few times.

“I love this cock,” you whispered.

“I know you do. It loves you right back, my sweet girl,” he replied, his tongue now moving to your clit while he plunged two fingers inside of you.

Your tongue darted out, catching the bit of wetness along the tip before you took him in your mouth. You continued to work the base of him with your hand as you rolled your tongue along him, earning a deep humm of satisfaction that you could feel through your body.

Joe’s fingers curled, pressing against your walls and finding the spot that skyrocketed you to ecstasy. You cried out, muffled, as you moved your mouth along him. His tongue pulled your clit back in, sucking it gently, and your orgasm was wasting no time now, your body so desperate for release after so much teasing.

Cupping his balls, you rolled them gently and his hips bucked up eagerly. You smiled, pulling him from your mouth to run your tongue along the underside of his cock. You pressed your hips back against his face as his tongue darted along you again, his fingers never ceasing their rhythm.

“Shit…oh baby…I’m going to…” you gasped, trying to focus on him but finding it challenging.

“That’s my girl,” he purred. “Cum all over my face, darling. You’ve earned it.”

With a scream that you were sure the neighbors could hear, your orgasm raged through you. You jerked off him, your entire body going rigid as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you like a tsunami. Joe never stopped, continually working his fingers and tongue over you through every second of it, only letting up when he felt you slowly coming down.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” he said roughly, slapping your ass. “But I’m not done with you.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you onto your back and then he was over you. You had no time to recover, every muscle quaking and spent, as he pressed himself inside of you. His hands framed your head as he thrust, sending the bed rocking roughly against the wall.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, pressing his face into your neck. “You feel like heaven, darling.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, your hands on his back. Your nails dug in, raking along the flesh and he roared, biting down on your shoulder.

“Fuck!” you cried, a mixture of pain and pleasure, knowing he had marked you. But shit if you didn’t find it sexy to look in the mirror and see evidence that you belonged to him because you did. You would be his for as long as he wanted you to be.

His thrusts became more frantic, speeding up, and you knew he was close. You’d had him halfway there already. His body came down on top of yours, his arms coming underneath your back, pressing you as close to him as he could as if he were truly trying to make the two of you one being. Your sweat slicked bodies sliding together as he moved.

“I’m so close darling,” he gasped, his mouth pressed into your hair. “Oh shit, I’m going to…oh!”

He plunged once more, bottoming out, his entire body tensing, pulsing as his pleasure filled you. You felt him sag against you and then he was cradling your face, peppering it with kisses over your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my darling girl,” he said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, my darling boy,” you replied, a lust drunk smile plastered over your face.

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Mind Games

Part 1

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of drugs, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, rough sex, public sex, cursing, Soldier Boy crossing boundaries, some dub-con elements

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I’m back! This is my very first Soldier Boy fic. It’s been a while since I��ve had the time to write, and then suddenly, this happened. Please note that this story was written before the Herogasm episode aired, so the details may not be accurate. I hope you enjoy!

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Reader’s POV

"You got a beautiful smile." The deep, cocky sound rang through my ears, demanding my attention. A strong spicy scent accompanied his voice as he came to a halt right next to me.

"Thanks." I bowed my head a little, not allowing my Y/E/C eyes to meet his cold green ones. Instead, I focused on the bowl of beautifully arranged fruit in front of me.

The buffet was truly a dream, perhaps the only good thing about this stupid party. Well, that, and the drugs. It was the Herogasm festival – the annual superhero orgy, a chance for each and every one of us to let go and do whatever the hell we wanted. Throughout this festivity, you could take any drug you wished to try, and you could witness some of the weirdest sexual positions you’d ever see.

"What, you're not even gonna look at me?" A lifeless, dull chuckle followed his question. "Come on, Sweetheart, is my reputation really that bad?" He inched closer to me, allowing me to smell the cigars he’d been smoking. How many women he’d already persuaded that weekend, I could only guess. And the sad part was, despite knowing what an asshole he was, I kind of envied them.

I looked up, meeting his emerald gaze only for a second as I uttered a simple, "Excuse me." With that, I popped a cherry into my mouth and stepped away from Soldier Boy. In my little white leather dress, I hurried through the crowd of partying, grinding, even naked supes, suddenly more eager to get away than I liked to admit.

"Soldier Boy keeps staring at you," Crimson Countess muttered into my ear, leaning in close to me so that I could hear her despite the music. We were sitting on one of multiple couches in the main hall.

I knew her and Soldier Boy used to be a thing. I also knew that she despised him now. “Yeah, so?”, I asked, my head spinning slightly, caught in the first waves of euphoria. I liked to get hammered at these parties. And do you know how much time it took for some of us to get truly wasted? A damn long time.

“His lips are twitching, and his eyes are shooting daggers.” Crimson Countess took my drink from my hand, her bright eyes pinning me down through her deep red mask. “What in the world have you done to piss him off?”

“Why would he care what I do? I’m not one of you.” I glared at her and snatched the glass from her hand, reclaiming it.

“Not yet, but you could be soon. Swatto is one mistake short of getting kicked out of Payback. He’s a fucking idiot.”

“So are most of our kind,” I remarked, a bitter tone lacing my voice, and stood up, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time for something a little more… intoxicating.”

Before I could fully pass her, Crimson Countess grabbed my wrist, holding me back, making me look down at her. She raised her voice, her grip on me tight. “Just do yourself a favor and stay away from Soldier Boy.”

“That’s the idea,” I hissed and freed my arm from her grip. Admittedly, I had a reputation for being defiant. That was probably why none of the existing superhero teams had accepted me into their ranks so far.

Out of curiosity, I risked a glance in Soldier Boy’s direction, and sure enough, he was staring right at me. Gunpowder was talking to him, but Soldier Boy seemed to be ignoring him, almost pointedly so. He was wearing his black and green suit, which fit his muscled body like a glove. His helmet covered his part of his face, but the malicious grin that was plastered across his lips was enough to make a chill run through my bones.

He was good-looking, of course he was. And charming, too. But I didn’t trust the guy as far as I could throw him. Which was probably not very far, admittedly. I was strong, but not nearly as strong as him. No, my powers were more on the psychic side.

Suddenly, Soldier Boy took off in my direction. That was my cue to get the hell out of there. I’d been so busy looking him over that I hadn’t realized he’d noticed me eyeing him. I was quick to jump into action and disappear amongst the crowd of superheroes.

After one or two minutes, I looked back and tried to see whether he was still behind me. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath when I realized he was still following me, easily pushing through the crowd.

Soldier Boy looked like a God parting water – the other supes were making space for him as if he was going to burn them if they made contact. The look of raw determination on his face made me go faster. What the hell did he want from me?

Once I’d found a dark, empty corner in the back of the hall, I leaned against the wall. I took a breath, inhaling some courage. What was I so afraid of? I’d never reacted to anyone like that. I was powerful. I was a fucking superhero. And then a supe who was literally nicknamed a “boy” came along and made me act like a scared little chicken?

I scoffed and shook my head at myself. No. This was going to end. Now.

I took another deep breath and moved my feet, willing myself to go back out there. Just as I rounded the corner, I collided with a rock-hard, tall body.

My head snapped up, and none other than Soldier Boy entered my line of vision. My eyes moved from his strong chest, to his bearded cheeks, to his freckled nose, and finally, to his bright green eyes that were framed by his dark helmet.

Running straight into America’s favorite superhero. It was the worst fucking cliché of them all. Truth be told, it was a cliché I’d imagined before, back when I still practiced giving speeches in front of the mirror. Back when silly old me still had a Soldier Boy poster hanging above her bed.

Despite the scruff on his face, I could see how tightly he clenched his jaw. Using his body weight, he forced me back into the dark, secluded corner.

“Soldier Boy,” I said, trying to keep my voice as even as possible as he trapped me between the cold wall and his warm body. The last thing I needed was for him to perceive me as weak. As his prey.

“Hiding from me, are you?”, he husked in a calm, low voice, his eyes bouncing back and forth between my facial features, “I gotta admit, you’re… Different.” He reached up and brushed some hair away from my neck. His touch was gentle, almost affectionate. “Such a tease...”

I didn’t flinch, just stared back at him. The heat and confidence that he radiated stirred something deep inside of me. Upon finding me, Soldier Boy could have killed me in an instant. But he hadn’t. So far, so good. Right?

“But I gotta say… I’m disappointed. Rumor has it you’re braver than this.” He narrowed his eyes at me and got into my face, leaving only an inch of space between the two of us. I could smell not only the cigars but also the alcohol he’d been drinking. He lowered his tone so that it was barely a whisper caressing my eardrums. “No one, and I mean no one, walks away from me.”

My body shivered involuntarily, his closeness and his breath on my skin making my knees go weak. I forced myself to keep looking into his eyes, which looked as dark as two black holes at this point. Two black holes that were threatening to swallow me. “Yeah. Obviously.” I emphasized my sarcastic response by wriggling my body against his giant frame. No way was I going to show any more fear than I already had.

A bark of laughter escaped his mouth. “I can see the fucking fire in your eyes.” He licked his smiling lips approvingly. The movement of his tongue against his lips made me wonder what kind of alcohol he could taste on them. “I can see the struggle in your mind, too…” Slowly, as if to further test the waters, he ran the tip of his freckled nose along my cheek until his lips reached my earlobe. “I want you to see what’s on my mind,” he mumbled into my ear.

My breath got caught in my throat. Did he really want me to use my powers on him? In all honesty, his request did seem intriguing. Right now, Soldier Boy didn’t seem like too much of a threat anymore - at least that’s what my body was telling me. My mind, on the other hand, was begging me not to trust him. Not to give in to him. And still, I found myself complying.

Soldier Boy leaned back, his gaze meeting mine again, searching my eyes attentively. Hypnotized by the intense look on his face, I lifted my arms. My fingertips reached for the dark helmet on his head. He didn’t move, not even an inch. No, he held completely still, allowing me to remove his helmet.

As soon as I held it in my hand, the corner of his lips rose in a half-smirk. I could see his face in all its glory now. My free hand reached up to cup the back of Soldier Boy’s head. My fingers tangled between his thick strands of hair as I used my powers on him.

As I entered his mind, I could feel my eyes begin to glow. They shone brightly as I went through his mental images. Sometimes, when I read people’s minds, I found words. Other times, I stumbled across internal pictures or even entire scenes. And Soldier Boy – he definitely had a vivid imagination.

He grabbed my hips roughly, shoving me against the wall so hard that his helmet slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor. His lips attached themselves to my pulse point, where he sucked hard on my skin, leaving his mark. He rubbed his groin against me without an ounce of shame, giving me a taste of his growing bulge.

He shoved his fingers into my panties, caressing my slick folds with his blunt fingertips. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled into my ear and proceeded to push two fingers inside of me. He groaned in anticipation as he moved them inside of me, searching for my sweet spot. Once he’d found it, he rubbed it relentlessly, making me cry out in pleasure.

With just one arm around my waist, Soldier Boy picked me up, making me ride up higher against the wall. On instinct, my legs closed around his strong waist. I gasped loudly as he entered me in one single thrust. He was so goddamn big, I didn’t know if I could fully take him. His lips curled in a primal manner as his hungry eyes made contact with mine. “Gonna fucking ruin you.”

With each harsh thrust of his hips, he went deeper, knocking the air from my lungs, making the wall shake. All I could to was gasp and groan, time and time again.

“Look at me,” he kept repeating, demanding that I try to keep up the eye contact. He was so rough that I expected him to break me. But he didn’t. My wetness took all of him until he was buried so deeply inside of me that I knew I was never going to reach a high like this again.

My thighs clenched around him, and I could feel his prominent hip bones dig into my skin. My hoarse voice caught everybody’s attention, mixing with the booming music.

“That’s right. Let those fuckers out there hear you,” Soldier Boy snarled, “Let them hear how much you’re enjoying this.” I was dripping onto his length, which encouraged him to snap his hips against me even harder. The wall was going to break any minute now.

When he came, he ground his jaw. There were drops of sweat running down the side of his face, down his neck. The vein in his forehead became more prominent, and then he roared so loudly that for a second, I believed the entire hall was vibrating. “Fuck!”, he exclaimed and sunk his teeth into my neck, prompting my own orgasm.

My own loud gasp pulled me out of his mind, back to reality. My eyes returned to their usual color, but my limbs were still shivering, betraying me. I leaned back against the wall, my grip tight on his helmet, which I was still holding.

When I fully came to, Soldier Boy was laughing, showing off his perfect white teeth. He pushed his tongue against his teeth with a smug expression on his face and stepped away from me. “Well, look at you. I knew you were gonna fucking break like the rest of ‘em.”

As he stood there chuckling, with that self-satisfied look on his face, I could feel the anger traveling through my body, rising from my toes straight up to my head.

Was he seriously laughing at me now? How dare he use my powers against me? I felt humiliated by his reaction, ashamed for getting caught in his trap, for enjoying his mental images. I felt ashamed for enjoying the sensations that Soldier Boy made me feel.

I glared daggers at him and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. My jaw tightened as I broke his helmet in half, easily snapping it in two. I could see the brief flash of surprise, mixed with hurt, in his jade-colored eyes. When I tossed his broken helmet to the side with an unceremonious clattering noise, his nose twitched with disbelief. He obviously wasn’t used to people disrespecting him back.

I clenched my hands into fists, without even thinking about who was standing in front of me. He was the most powerful hero of all, but my cautions had said goodbye, leaving me with nothing but rage. Anger had always increased my powers. I could feel my eyes beginning to glow again, lighting up the dark little corner.

“What the fuck-“ Before Soldier Boy could say any more, he grunted, his eyes widening. He grunted again, more loudly this time. He doubled over and touched his temples with his fingers.

He closed his eyes and bared his teeth as I made him relive his most painful memories. I had no access to those mental images, he was too good at shutting me out. He was stronger than anyone I’d ever gone up against. But from his reaction, I could tell his memories had to be brutal.

“Never. Ever. Underestimate me,” I warned him, my voice stern. Seeing this dangerous, almighty superhero succumb to my powers was a sight to behold. To be honest, I’d never felt stronger in my whole goddamn life.

“Ah!”, he groaned, opening his gorgeous green eyes to glower at me, “You better fucking stop!” His face shivered as he tried to get out of my mental hold on him. After a few seconds, he was close to slipping from my grip. The power he used just to get away from his own fucking memories was immense.

I had no idea what he was feeling, what he was reliving. I was so incredibly curious that I almost cared enough to ask him about it. As I unclenched my jaw and my hands, the spell broke and the pain was lifted off of him.

Soldier Boy was breathing heavily as he straightened his body. His eyes narrowed at me as he planted his feet firmly on the floor. He placed his hands on his hips and lifted his chin, standing strong. His stance made him seem like an authority figure rather than someone who’d just been tortured by his very own mind. He was definitely quick to regain his composure, I had to give him that.

Soldier Boy just stared at me for a minute. His cheek twitched, then his lips quivered once, and I expected him to retaliate any second. He looked fucking scary.

All muscles in my body tightened, ready for a potential fight to the death. One that I was likely going to lose.

Then finally, Soldier Boy opened his mouth to speak. “What’s your name, again?”, he asked, lifting his hand casually, arching his eyebrows at me in an almost nonchalant manner.

I tilted my head, staring back at him with nothing but confusion. That was certainly not what I’d expected him to say. “Y/N.”

“Fuck, Y/N…” He clicked his tongue and let his eyes roam my leather-clad body. “You and I…” Slowly, a blood-curdling smile spread across his face. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.”

Part 2

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Tyler's Sibling

Wednesday Addams x Reader Galpin

Warning: injured arm, scar, pain, sibling issues...

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Remember this story? Yeah? It's been sitting in my drafts for months, and finally, I found a way to continue it. There are definitely more chapters to come, but I still have to empty my drafts...

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Kissing your brother's crush wasn't on your bucket list and if he finds out about it, he will give you hell. It's not like he hated you already. It was shocking news when he showed up today for his shift at the Weathervane. As for your luck, today is also Outreach day which means you will have Nevermore students to help out there. You thought your day couldn't get worse, but it did. Xavier Thorpe is assigned to help you out. Great. Now you're stuck with two imbeciles who despise each other and have an oddly obsession with Wednesday.

You were at the counter but you could feel the tension between the two guys and you weren't in the mood to stop them from attacking each other. You have probably more problems to deal with than them. You hear the Weathervane's door open and Wednesday Addams enters.

Xavier: I thought you were supposed to be at Pilgrim World.

Wednesday: I deserted it while my sanity was still intact.

Xavier: Oh yeah? You want a coffee? It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.

He tried to be smug and leaned against the counter, but Wednesday brushed him off.

Wednesday: I'm actually here for Tyler.

Xavier: I told you he was bad news.

Wednesday: Twice. But who I speak to is my business.

He's mood shifted and was no longer leaning on the counter. It was hard not to laugh at Xavier, but you had to keep your cool. You weren't eavesdropping, they were just talking loud enough for you to hear.

Tyler: You rang? Want the usual?

Wednesday: and some help. You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it’s still around?

Tyler: What’s left is out in Cobham Woods, but it’s pretty much a ruin.

Wednesday: Show me.

Wednesday took a map out of her bag and lay it flat on the table next to them. Your brother hesitant pointed at the location, where the ruins might be.

Tyler: Uh…There, but, look, it’s kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has it cleared out every couple weeks. What’s this about?

Wednesday: Nothing.

Tyler: You’re becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing.

Wednesday: Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help.

She was about to leave when your brother offered his assistance.

Tyler: Hey, listen, the ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00.

Seriously, you had enough of these shenanigans. You passed by them and clean some of the tables that were left unattended. You forgot about your scar and pulled up your sleeves to not get them dirty. Sure at this point, everyone's eyes were on you. Wednesday's eyebrows furrowed at the sight and were quick to stand beside you. You felt her cold hand against your wrist, just like your first encounter, but this time she didn't go into an epileptic state. However, she did stare at your scar and examined it. She's been so caught up with the investigation that she almost forgot the vision about you. She was snapped out of her thoughts when you pulled your arm away from her, pushed your sleeve back down, and continued to clean the rest of the table.

You ignored her, pushing the curiosity about the kiss back into your mind, and went to clean more tables. All three of them just followed your actions with their gaze and after a minute Wednesday was out of the caféhouse. You sighed heavily when you see her walk out from the Weathervane into the streets. You turn around to return the used coffee mug but was met with Xavier's face inches away from yours.

Y/N: The fuck, dude.

You lean back and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. You don't know if he trying to send you something telepathically or is searching for something on your face. You slightly pushed him away, so you could pass by him, but what he said made you stop on your tracks.

Xavier: Wednesday hates physical touch. You're the first person I've ever seen Wednesday touched. What did you do? Did you get powers overnight or what?

You turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

Y/N: Is this jealousy talking to me? Well, I am sorry that Ms. Wednesday Addams didn't pay attention to you and found my scar far ahead interesting than your lame-ass flirting. If I got powers overnight, you'll be the first one to know.

You left him with that and marched back behind the counter to get the cups cleaned. You were about to rinse them when your scar started to sting awfully painful. You dropped the cup which alerted Xavier who was still standing where you left him, that's when you realized your brother was nowhere to be seen. When did he sneak out? How did he sneak out? He's going to be in so much trouble, you thought, but that's for later on because you're almost on the ground hanging onto the sink to keep your composure, it didn't help with the pain dragging you down. You can see Xavier staring at you with worry and don't know what to do look.

Y/N: Help me sit on the ground, you imbecile!

You snapped at him for just standing there and not helping you to sit down, but you were glad to snap him out of his trance, and he gently helped you sit down on the ground. You cling onto your arm for dear life and prayed that the pain stops any minute now. Xavier can see your limped arm shaking and that you were in real pain.

Xavier: Shit. Don't you have any medication?

You shook your head, still clinging onto your arm, you almost banged your head against the wall, because of the pain. Then you both heard the door open and close.

:Mr. Thrope. Where's Tyler and Y/N?

You hear your father's voice and walk up to the counter. You were about to call him, but the pain beats you to it and you let out a painful groan. That's when you see him rushing past Xavier and sitting next to you. He pulled you in his arms and tried to console you.

Donovan: It's going to be alright. You're going to be fine. I have got you. Xavier, Where is Tyler for God's sake?!

Xavier was about to answer him. When your brother emerged from behind him with shock on his face. Xavier and Sheriff Galpin had their eyebrows furrowed at him. Sheriff Galpin was ready to curse the fuck out of him for leaving his sibling alone, but he felt you relaxed in his arms, and he knew you'll pass out for holding the pain for too long. Sheriff Galpin sighed.

Donovan: Tyler, you stay here until closing hours. I'm bringing Y/N home. Give me their coat.

Tyler passed him your coat. He put it over you to cover the unconscious you and carried you out of the caféhouse into his truck. This didn't go unnoticed by a Wednesday Addams, who was drenched in rain. She watched Sheriff Galpin drive away with furrowed eyebrows. As she enters the Weathervane, she finds Tyler and Xavier in a discussion.

Xavier: How can you not know what is happening to your sibling? Their arm was shaking uncontrollably and they passed out because of pain!

Tyler: Stop pestering me! I don't know what you're talking!

Wednesday: Y/N passed out? When was that?

Wednesday interjected their discussion. Xavier turned to her.

Xavier: You're drenched.

Wednesday: Answer my question.

Xavier: Uh like 10-15 minutes ago?

With that information, Wednesday left the Weathervane. She had a lot of questions in her mind and the only one who can answer them is you. The visions she had. You getting attacked by the same monster that saved her. You passed out while the monster showed up in front of her. Are you and this monster connected by any chance? She needs to know.

taglist:

@lukam8 @shygirl1925 @maria-403 @smromanoff

#wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #drkmgsstories

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ashiristic · 3 months

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i hope ur requests are open because. :3 hero x villain but the hero has unchecked anger issues and when the villaim noticed this he was like. "damn bro" and make it hurt/comfort if you'd like!! i love angst with fluff GRAHHH

“That is why your girlfriend left you.”

As if the world stops for a moment, the resounding sound of a fist colliding with the wall echoes through the hallway. It is fast and precise, enough to destroy the villain’s skull. The villain side eyes the fist 3 inches close to his face, and gazes at the hero with nothing on his eyes. His mirth disappears to nowhere as the silence continues.

“Did I actually hit a nerve?” the villain asks, putting on an arrogant facade. But his fist clenches with his lips, his heart thrumming in his ears like an indiscernible echo of the wind. “She must—”

“Stop,” the hero speaks up, his previously pale lips turning red to how hard he is biting it. “Swallow everything that you want to say, I don’t want to hear it. Hell, don’t even breathe.”

The villain obeys. He watches the hero heave deep breaths as he calms himself. Exhaustion clings to his new wrinkles, and his blazing gaze becomes tame and lifeless. God, what did that girl do to his hero? He slightly raises his hand, fingers vaguely touching the hero’s shirt, but he puts it down once the hero shifts his weight. The hero stays in his place for a while, unmoving.

The villain blinks, feeling a crippling sensation in his throat. He shuffles in his position, looking down. This is the first time he sees the hero up close, and not only that, the hero is looking at him. Probably scrutinizing his every move like he— and he wasn't. The villain raises his head, a grin playing on his lips; and drops when he realizes it. The hero isn't with him.

His eyes are on the villain, but he is living in his fantasies. A fantasy where the person he loves is within his grasp, safe and protected. The reality where her eyes are only on him. The villain now knows that it must be somewhere beautiful where he doesn’t exist. Bitter, he opens his mouth to find the right words.

“So?”

“So what?” the hero repeats, glancing at the villain. He looks hazy, a person forcefully woken up to the reality he despises.

The villain's demeanor hardens, and he crosses his arms. He massages his elbow, yet his grip only worsens whenever the hero spaces out. He must not let this affect him. He must not let this affect him. He must n...

“You must’ve loved her,” the villain says. He flicks the hero’s forehead, before laughing to himself. “Can’t you just let her go?”

“I do not understand what you mean.”

“She must’ve brought your brain with her, now that takes some skills.” it does take skills to capture the hero’s heart and break it into tiny pieces with a tiny oops as an apology. He crosses his arms, almost apologetic for the hero and himself. Because one, the girl beats him from winning the hero’s heart, and two, she sure is capable of eradicating it with an affair.

The hero scrunches his eyebrows with his mouth agape, processing the villain’s words appropriately. His eyes then dilate for a second before calming down. And there he is again, traveling deep down into his humble abode like a jellyfish seemingly immortal, yet defenseless. The villain simply stares at the hero, lost again. A lamb of his own mind, that is what he is. And the villain is starting to get enough of it. He bites his inner cheeks, eventually having the drive to kick the hero out of his conjured reality.

“For fuck’s sake, can’t you stop?”

“...stop?” the hero returns to the world again, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, stop.” the villain combs his hair, pushing the hero off him. “She had an affair so just stop looking for her—”

“It was a mistake.” The hero cuts off the villain. “She didn’t do anything wrong. I left her waiting for so long, it is given that she’ll like someone else—”

“She promised you that she won’t do that— no, stop cutting me— just fucking—”

“Never insult her, villain.” the hero says through gritted teeth, holding the villain down. His hands severely prevent the villain from constantly flying his arms everywhere. “Do not say a word that’ll dirty her name, keep it in.”

“She is a bitch—”

A punch. The hero punches the villain in the face, delivering the blow enough for the villain to drop to the ground. It is weird, it should’ve hurt, that is what the villain must feel. But it is numb. Instead, his heart is the one killing him, clenching in the place of his bruising cheeks. The hero lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his also bloody fist. He brings his fingers to his lips, smearing the blood off as he lets his body grow limp against the wall.

“What a joke…” the villain smiles, it is plain and holds nothing. His eyes gaze at the hero’s face, he is crying. For the first, the hero cries in front of him. He can’t help but let out a silent scoff. “You are so… blinded by her.”

Silence engulfs them. The hero wipes his fallen tears, setting his foot away. “Goodbye.”

The villain merely raises a finger, acting like he is shooing the hero away. He sits quietly in the middle of the hallway, maybe he is now the one lost in thought. Everything happened way too fast that he couldn’t help but say something. Some crap that will force the hero to stay, at least.

“Can’t you at least look at me?” the hero stops, standing still in the distance. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

The hero stands there, so distant from the villain. So close yet so far, like a star in the night sky. When he was a kid, the villain always wanted to fish the stars and give them the utmost care they deserved. He did see a star, shining so brightly, and he ought to catch it; yet he gave it away so easily. And now it is free again, the star is now walking away from him, again. The villain sighs, hitting the wall with his head a few times before hitting it harshly. And tears fell. Maybe he isn’t meant for them at all.

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I think i hit the mark with the angst part idk 'bout fluff though...

#hero x villain #hero and villain #villain x hero #hero x villain prompts #fantasy #writeblr #writing snippet #snippet #creative writing #villain and hero #fluff #???#joke #angst #yes #ashiristic

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akashigadabi · 1 year

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Lovebug

Prompt: Hug. Original list here.

Pairing: Yandere All For One x Consenting Reader

Summary: After a shit day, you just need All For One to hold you.

Word Count: 1137

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff without Plot, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Everything Is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts

Rating: T

Warnings: Soft Vibes, Reader Being Soft, Soft All For One, Consensual Relationship, Established Relationship, Suggestive Language

Other: Reader has a quirk. Reader is written so reader is gender neutral as far as gender/gender identity and romantic or sexual orientation.

Ao3.

“I just need you to hold me right now.”

All For One closes his laptop without hesitation, every speck of his attention transferring onto you. It still seems remarkable even now to have him divert his focus at the drop of a dime because you asked for it, but you would never abuse this superpower. Right now you just need comfort after what you had to deal with today. Hell, after this entire week you have no greater desire than surrendering yourself into his care. What are husbands for if not comforting you every time the world tries crushing your spirit?

“Come here, then.”

He gestures for you to approach him, so you do. Once you’re close enough, he tugs you into his lap. His face burrows into the junction of your neck and shoulder to press a kiss to your exposed collarbone. Several moments then pass as he shifts you around to a comfortable position. Only after you settle does he comb his fingers through your hair. More kisses alight onto your face. Three land on your left cheek, one falls on your chin, another flutters over your right eye, and the last trails from your nose to your throat.

A sense of comfort seeps into you, some from the bond but the rest from within yourself in response to the shower of affection. As if you weigh nothing, All For One shifts you around again. This time you straddle his lap, legs dangling on either side of his hips. Your forehead rests against his collarbone. His large hands smooth along your spine as he nuzzles his cheek against the side of your head in a manner reminiscent of a feline. A litany of purrs follows, further lending to the impression. Swaddled by his embrace, you sense your distress start to dissolve. You close your eyes, content to sit there until one of you gets tired.

“Thank you,” you murmur with your lips hovering inches above soft white fabric. All For One gave you a light squeeze before dropping an additional kiss at your temple. Bliss saturates the very air, palpable even without the glowing presence of it permeating the bond like warm sunlight. Such pure, bright energy mellows out whatever gloom remains. Few people can cloak you with an aura so full of delight.

“As if you really had to ask. I enjoy few things more than holding you in my arms, little mate.”

His words ring true, mirrored in the euphoric cloud surrounding him. All For One revels in the trust you show him. It gladdens him to no end knowing you come to him for comfort like this, that you trust him with your weary heart. That he picks you up without fail every time you stumble or falter only fuels said trust. He despises anything that robs you of your own happiness, and makes it his mission to distract your mind when melancholy hits you. Your work as The Heretic isn’t always easy and often takes its toll.

“Tch. From what I’ve heard, I can guess some of those other things.”

Laughter bubbles out of his throat. It’s one of the most beautiful melodies you’ve ever heard. Not many other songs compare aside from his heartbeat or the rhythm of his breathing. Perhaps his actual singing voice, too, or those desperate little noises he makes sometimes when you’re making love.

“I’m sure you can, sweet one, yet I stand by those assertions.”

Peeking up at him from underneath your lashes, you offer him your own fond expression, so that your next words sound full of endearment rather than chastisement. They land softly against him, lacking any true judgment. You adore him as much as he adores you. Little could change that.

“Shameless man.”

A wicked smirk blooms across his otherwise angelic face, giving the impression of a fallen angel unabashed by his status. What a tantalizing juxtaposition. It’s fetching to an absurd level how he can appear so divine while harboring such a sinful nature under the surface. Almost like a trickster concealing their true nature.

“What about me ever suggested I feel shame?”

You reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, palm grazing his jawline. Smooth skin greets your delicate touch. Of course someone as sturdy as him does not require such ginger handling, but he appreciates it nonetheless. His eyelids slip halfway shut, hooding his pretty crimson eyes.

“Hmph, and I thought there was hope for you.”

All For One tips his head so he can plant a kiss on your wrist. Elongated canines nip at the sensitive area, though not hard enough to draw blood. Still, it draws a shudder out of you. From the glint in his eye, you gather All For One desired that very result.

“Would you have me any other way?”

The answer floats easily from the depths of your heart, showing in your eyes as your other hand sinks into his soft white hair. You wish it was longer, if only so you could truly tangle your fingers amongst the strands. It would certainly make pulling on it easier. All For One might even be persuaded to consider growing it out if he knew. No doubt he too would enjoy added length for similar reasons.

“…No, I can’t say I would.”

All For One grins, incorrigible as ever. Your heart flutters in your chest at the sight. Love for him pours from the depths of your heart, dousing the bond in a second layer of an intoxicating cocktail. Affection, devotion, adoration, admiration, commitment, compassion, and more all swirl through your connection. Something about All For One visibly softens another degree.

“Nor would I ever desire for your nature to change, sweet little mate mine.”

The two of you stretch to meet in the middle. Your foreheads touch, as do your noses. You stay there basking for several long moments. Despite your shitty day couched within a shitty week, you feel at peace. All For One tilts his head so that your mouths slot together in a sweet kiss. Somehow being enfolded within his loving grasp just erases every hidden worry.

“I love you, Haji-chan. Never change.”

“Never fear, my sweetling. I will never stop loving you.”

Unconditional love shimmers down the bond from both directions. When both sides converge, sweeping through each other, dizzying waves of euphoria slam back toward each of you. It leaves you both feeling lightheaded. If not for the steadying presence of All For One’s desk or the fact that you two had already been seated, it would have literally swept you off your feet by bringing you both to your knees, or more likely, bowling you over like ninepins. Right now though, a tangle of limbs sprawled across the study floor doesn’t sound like such an awful idea.

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rotten-corpses-blog · 10 months

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could you do a jd x Reader who he hates at first like despises their existence but ends up liking them with some smut at the end? (If ur comfortable with it!💕)

I took this idea and ran with it. It ended up being kind of backwards.

The entire school knew you and JD had beef with each other, you were a Heather so JD hated you and You hated JD because he was a dick to you, Very simple reasons but you two still fought like cats and dogs every time you were around each other. You usually didn’t wish ill will on people, but you honestly didn’t care if JD lived or died. You were aware that if you left him alone he would most likely stop, but something always brought you back to fight with him. “God Y/N, just fuck him already. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife.” Chandler said, filing her nails. Her words interrupted your staring contest with JD, “Heather, he’s a dick. I would rather fuck Ram Swenney.” you said turning around and crossing your arms, “Yeah sure, Y/N.” Duke laughed. You just rolled your eyes and continued to eat your lunch.

You were driving home from a party and you stopped for gas. You got out of your car and filled your gas tank. Then you saw JD, Just glaring at you as you were filling your gas tank. You finally had enough of this bullshit and walked up to him, “What the hell is your problem? You asked, the anger very present in your voice. “Why are you here?” JD asked, you rolled your eyes. “Filling my gas tank asshole, you don’t own the fucking gas station!” JD got closer to you, he was so close that his face was inches from yours. “Don’t talk like that to me, you're just some bubbled brained bimbo.” You scoffed “Excuse me, but I’m actually very smart. You're just looking for reasons to insult me.” JD breathed out with an annoyed face. “No girl that’s smart walks around in those slutty little tops, your tits are practically falling out of your shirt right now.” You looked down to your crop top, it did have a deep neck line to show your cleavage. “Why are you looking at my boobs you pervert?” you asked, JD’s face turned bright red. “That’s not important!” You felt your face get hot, “That is important!” He just scoffed “Oh please, everyone else sees them too. It’s not hard to notice.” “ I knew you were an asshole, I didn’t know you were a pervert!” JD got even closer to you, “Shut the hell up bitch! Your so fucking annoying.” JD said as he placed an aggressive kiss on your lips. “What the hell JD!” you said as he pulled you to your car and pressed you up against it. “Be honest, do you want this?” he said as he placed his erection against you. It took you a moment to gather your thoughts. “Why are you doing this?” you asked JD laughed “I have to find a way for you to shut up somehow, now answer my question.” you blushed and said “Uhh sure, why not? I'm sure you have a small dick anyways.” Even you had to admit he was hot, and you would be lying if you haven’t thought about him in 18+ ways before. He chuckled and opened one of your back car doors and pushed you inside.

Things quickly got heated as you two were making out and feeling all over on another. The shame you felt for fucking Jason Dean made you even wetter than before. “You getting wet right now? I haven’t even started.” JD said as he took your boobs out of your shirt. You moaned as he sucked and bit at your nipples, He only stopped to pull his pants and underwear down enough to get his cock out. “Suck my cock whore” JD said as he pulled you down closer to his crotch. You gave licks to the head and then took the tip in your mouth and started to suck his length. “Suck it like you mean it bitch.” Jd then thrusted into your mouth and grabbed a handful of hair and started to fuck your throat. You gagged as he fucked your mouth, it was starting to become too much. You felt him twitch in your mouth as he pulled out. “I’m going to fuck that pussy, speak now or forever hold your peace.” he breathed out. You nodded to give him permission, he the flipped up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side, then he slid into you and started to fuck you with a rough and fast pace. He was so fast you didn’t have time to think before you felt your orgasm coming very quickly. “Gonna c-cum!” you yelled out before you felt your orgasm crash through you. JD gave a few more sloppy thrusts before he came inside you and pulled out. You two sat in silence for a few minutes before your voice cut said silence. “You know, maybe you're not all that bad.” JD laughed quietly “Same to you, Y/N.”

#jason dean x reader #jason dean #heathers x reader

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saint-gerard-of-arc · 1 month

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if you still do these 48 + vinikki pls pls pls i’ll love you forever

“So…” began the butler, as he extracted the sword out of its scabbard, making the sunlight bounce on the sharp blade, “shall we begin your training, Vincent?”

Vincent pulled out his weapon as well. “That’s master Wharton to you now, Nicholas.” The young man snickered, as he gripped the hilt with both hands. A flash of rage and determination lit up his hazel eyes as he slowly but confidently made his way towards his servant, who began walking forward too.

As much as Nicholas saw Vincent's birth and always took good care of him, they despised each other. Well, at least Vincent hated Nicholas, that’s for sure. There was something about the way the butler treated him like a child, despite being well over that phase of his life, that got on Vincent’s nerves.

But today, the day of his 21st birthday, would’ve been the day Vincent showed him, and everyone else, what he’s made of, he would’ve shown the man he had become.

“Oh come on, Vince,” grinned the older man, raising his sword. “we’re friends by now, aren’t we?”

“No, we’re not.” Responded the blond nobleman, through gritted teeth. The nobleman tried to stay calm, to not raise his voice, to not let his adversary win. Nicholas was found by his family when he was still a hungry urchin living in the London slums, so who the hell did he think he was? That day, Vincent thought, his father should’ve minded his business.

They stopped a few inches from each other, with their blades touching, in a guarding position.

“May the best of us win.” Said the butler, flashing his teeth, his green eyes glistening with calm confidence.

“En garde, old bastard.”

The metal clangors quickly followed one another. Whenever Vincent tried to strike, Nicholas was ready to deflect his attacks, almost as if he could predict Vincent’s every move. Slash, slash, lunge. Vincent only managed to cut a strand of the older man’s jet-black hair. Their swords crossed, the blades slipping, and now it was a matter of who was going to get the best of the other. Vince was losing his balance, but he refused to give up. With an effort and a scream of rage, the nobleman pushed away his adversary, making him almost trip on his own feet. Almost. But Vincent had already let his guard down, not having the time to react when Nicholas sweeped his blade, leaving a thin, bloody gash on the young man’s cheek. Vincent held back the hiss of pain.

“Oh, that’s gonna leave a nasty mark!” Snickered the butler.

Vincent decided to ignore him, determined to not get distracted by Nicholas’s babbling. The fact that he got hit even once, it was already one too many. He managed to deflect another blow, but barely. Their swords crossed again, but this time Vincent lost his balance and fell over, making him lose the grip of his weapon.

“Well, well, well.” The butler pointed his sword at the nobleman’s neck. “Rule number one: never let your guard down.”

“Are you gonna kill me…?” Muttered the blond, raising his head ever so slightly, in order to take a glimpse of Nicholas’s face.

The other let out air of his nose in amusement. “It would be very hard to explain your disappearance to your family.” He diverted his armed hand away from the young man, and reached out with the other, to help Vincent get up.

“Right…” said Vincent, a bit hesitant at first to accept his help. “The butler is always the prime suspect.”

The older man let out a hoarse laugh. “Wait here. I’ll go grab some bandages.”

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“How was I?” Asked Vincent. He didn't know why he wanted to seek Nicholas's approval, yet that question slipped out of his mouth.

“Not bad.” Said the other, concentrating on dabbing the wound with a bandage. "Not bad at all for your first time.”

The blond frowned, both from physical and emotional pain. “I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“I would never. " Responded the butler, calmly. "I mean it.”

"One day I'll be able to defeat you, you'll see." Mumbled the young man. "Then you're finally going to respect me."

Nicholas stopped what he was doing to look at his young master in the eyes. He smiled, thinking that Vincent was just like his father. "Here's the thing," he began, "respect is not given unconditionally, it is earned." He then put a hand on Vincent's shoulder. “This is my gift for you for today: a humble piece of advice. Happy birthday, master Wharton.”

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

#witchy's ask booth #nikki sixx #vince neil #vinikki #mötley crüe #witchy writings #hey bestie sorry if this took me so long!!#i may have taken the prompt way too literally lmao but as soon as i read the phrase enemy caretaker i thought of #a master/butler kinda relationship #but they had to be enemies of course #i feel like they're not as in character as i'd like them to be tho. also it feels rushed #idkkkkk i feel like i should've written and analyzed it a bit more. but i know that if i did i wouldve written an entire novel #or i wouldve forgotten about it #oh yeah and the names!! i chose to give them names that would fit the victorian age more so hopefully it doesnt break the immersion??#but i assure you its our nikki and vince im talking about here #also btw the fight is kinda lame i know. i just dont know how to write fights let alone swordfights #anyway i better post this before i overthink this wayyyyy more that i should #i hope you like it <3

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wsknbfanaccnt · 1 year

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Hi beautiful!!

I was wondering if you can write a drabble, or whatever you want, about weird habits of the Gom+Taiga (maybe Takao also? He's such a cutie).

That would be fun!

Love,

HI VESPER HEHEH

this was legit so fun to make lol

Enjoy~!

H/Cs of Their Weird Habits/Traits

Akashi Seijuro

bites his nails

especially when he's anxious? he's also a perfectionist so it kinda makes sense

he likes talking to Yukimaru (his horse)

he's actually very soft and caring for his lil white horsey

Id think hes the mom of the GOM

he has everything everyone needs even if it's smth insane idk

"Hey does anyone have cotton pads?"

this bitch pulls a container from his pocket

"Here, keep the container as well."

"What? I only need one-"

"I insist."

he also paces when thinking

sometimes he accidentally paces Yukimaru and he be like "Oh- we've been going around in circles this entire time... Sorry, boy. I have quite a lot on my mind lately..."

Idk why but I always thought him a heavy sleeper

he despises getting up in the morning

Kuroko Tetsuya

he always orders the same food at a restaurant

like bro pick something new

I don't think he likes trying new food very much

to the point that he'd become a regular customer

"Hello! Welcome to [store name]! Ah, it's Kuroko-kun!"

"The usual please."

"Coming right up!"

this guy also has imaginary friends

he's invisible right so when he wants to talk to someone and no one can hear him he talks to his 'imaginary friends'

it's a habit that he picked up in childhood

its kinda sad now that i think about it LMFAO

Midorima Shintaro

this guys personal hygiene is INSANE

he will spend like an hour in the shower making sure that every single square inch of his body is clean

he also likes wearing mens perfume

idk he just seems like that kinda person to me

he also refuses to leave any food on his plate

even if he's like really full

you will not see a single grain of rice left on this man's plate

istfg he'd lick it clean if he could

he sleeps with a lil bear stuffed toy every night

his first lucky item ever

and he kept it ever since

Kise Ryouta

Ik this is kise but somehow he gives me the vibes of planning everything down to the smallest detail

"So this is our itinerary for today! At 1:00 we can take a little lunch at Maji Burger, and we should finish at around 1:50, and we should go to the bathroom before leaving so 10 minutes is enough for that I think... and then-"

reminds me of Monica from Friends lol

originally I thought this for Midorima but then I imagined Kise being all enthusiastic about his plans and I was like yeah that sounds about right

this guy likes to whistle too

to songs

and sometimes you'd catch him whistling to a BTS song while in the men's locker room

Aomine would tease him for it but Kise always says that he likes Kpop

Aomine Daiki

Going off of Kise's, he thinks its funny and cringe that Kise listens to Kpop

Even though he listens to Kpop himself

he'd never admit it

so he's afraid of bees right

canonically he is

he always lets out this shrill scream

literally the only time he screams like a girl

oh and he breaks things when hes angry

the only thing he hasn't broken before in his house when he was angry is his mai-chan magazines LMFAO

Murasakibara Atsushi

so he's canonically tone deaf

which means of course he likes to hum a few songs every now and then

no one knows what the hell he's humming

Himuro always knows tho SOMEHOW

"Murasakibaracchi, what are you humming this time?"

"Ehh... I forgot the title of the song... the chorus kinda goes like-" *hums random notes*

Himuro goes "Oh is that California Girls by Katy Perry?"

"Yeah... That one. I like the music video..."

the GOM just looks at Himuro and him with shock

the GOM eventually gave up on asking tbh

and

he LOVES Disney

Kagami Taiga

this is weird but idk he sniffs frequently?

I think this is a habit that he picked up in America

I have no idea

also he can't drive

like literally his hand-eye coordination should be better because he'd a basketball player but when it comes to driving it just all goes away

Aomine tried to teach him at one point

lets just say Aomine was more scared than he was when he met Kuroko for the first time

also you can almost never understand what he's saying when he's typing

he doesn't even have autocorrect which idk if thats better or worse

"hy fo we habve pporactiove tiduay"

"...what?"

he often resorts to voice messages instead

Takao Kazunari

100% adrenaline junkie

loves skydiving and hiking and traveling to very risky places

but he CANNOT for the life of him ever go to a historically haunted place

he also has a playlist in Spotify for every single mood he's in

like literally he has like 10+ playlists

Can be wild and normal

He has playlists from "Driving late at night" to "sewing machine vibes"

what even is that Takao

also he loves video games

he owns litearlly every single major game released since like 2001

he has finished every single one of those games and has a shelf to stack them

Playstation, Xbox, Wii, Nintendo PC

he has all of them

Bonus:

hes AR60

mains Hutao and Ganyu, depending on his mood

Hutao's highest crit is 2 million

he's also soft for bennett

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hlvraik · 1 year

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can we get a cute imteraction between the two kiddos: bubby amd coomer

The group was taking a break in a nearby hallway, not because they needed it, but because Gordon did. Just in the previous room, the theoretical physicist spent a continuous twenty minutes trying to wrangle them from a pack of predatory aliens known as bull-squids who wanted to ride or pet them. (With Coomer and Tommy being the main culprits in both categories.)

Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt, only minor scratches here and there that a brightly colored bandaid covered entirely in cartoonish dinosaurs couldn't fix; Gordon, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. He had a nasty gash on one of his legs that had ripped through the Hazardous suit and straight into his leg. While he did stop the bleeding by ripping off a nearby lab coat sleeve and using it as a tourniquet, he didn't mind the kids putting on multiple bandages and graciously thanking them for delivering outstanding medical care.

So here they were.

While Gordon sat with his back against the pale, discolored wall, legs crossed, listening to Tommy's countless retellings of the numerous OSHA guidelines and violations, with Benrey slowly drifting off to sleep on their lap, Coomer and Bubby sat on the other side of the hallway, a few inches away.

The mussed blue-haired child is scribbling furiously on the back of a research paper lying around with highlighter they've stolen from the body of a scientist lying around. They're so absorbed in their work that their gaze never leaves the page, as their tongue peeks out from underneath their top lip. Because of the amount of pressure they apply while coloring, they send tremors throughout their tiny frame with every movement, causing their glasses become displaced ever so slightly. They don't bother readjusting their now-oversized glasses until they're almost about to fall off their small face, at which point they'll raise their forearm to push them back into place, though they usually end up crooked.

Whereas Coomer doesn't mind reaching over and readjusting Bubby's glasses from time to time, making sure to do so quickly as not to block their view.

Coomer was the boy who sat next to Bubby, his legs close to his chest and his head resting on top of his knees. The kid had robotic limbs, which made him quite interesting. Bubby, of course, had heard about it before, as he overheard two researchers discussing a project involving "extendo-limbs," though they couldn't have predicted that the robotics department would finish their project so quickly. It seemed like they were going to get funding just a few days ago.

"So, what'cha drawing?" Coomer asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "Space." They mutter quickly, afraid of losing concentration if they linger on the subject for more sentences, never taking their gaze away from their paper. Coomer makes a content sound before reaching over and picking up a highlighter to inspect. He held the office supply in front of him, slightly rotating it.

"So do you like space?"

Of course, Bubby adores space! It's vast and infinite in comparison to the stupid tube they're always in, even in the stupider research room. They know the place like the back of their hands. They know how many fluorescent lights are in the ceiling, who enters and exits through which doors. Hell! They know everyone's coffee preferences simply by observing. But space is different; it is constantly changing and expanding; no star is ever the same; new ones are formed and destroyed every millisecond.

"Yup." They answer flatly once again.

Coomer tilts his head, "So have you ever visited space?"

Their hand jerked for a split second as they couldn't help but snicker at Coomer's question. Of course, they haven't been to space! They've been trapped in a tube, for God's sake! In fact, while they despise Gordon for dragging them through the alien-infested facility, this has to be the longest time they've been out of their confinement. But there have been times when they were in their tube or undergoing additional medical tests that they allowed their minds to wander and imagine themselves in space. It usually helps clear their mind.

"I'm assuming no. Do you want to go to space?" he asks, putting down the highlighter and facing Bubby. This time, Bubby comes to a complete halt, dropping the highlighter in their hand before staring at Coomer, completely baffled. "What?"

"Would you like to go to space?" He reached over once more to adjust Bubby's glasses. "Of course, not right now, but maybe after we get out!"

They appreciate his ethusiasm, but they beg to differ.

"How? It's impossible."

"Well!" Coomer says with a toothy grin. "I don't believe it's impossible! Just look at what we've been through!"

He got a point. Now that they think about it, stealing one of Black Mesa's most valuable rockets should be easier than ever.

Coomer's hand suddenly moves to Bubby's, laying feebly on top of it. "So, what do you think? Would you like to go to space together?" Bubby couldn't help but smile.

"Heh, sure."

#AAAA SORRY FOR GOING A BIT OVERBOARD #also i do apologize for any errors/ooc/ or any other mistakes it's like 5 am rn and I just couldn't sleep #hlvrai #hlvrai au #kid!au #half life vr self aware ai #headcanons #half life vr ai #bubby #coomer #hlvrai bubby #hlvrai coomer #drabble

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