#movie fanfiction

[blue-sadie]

The Lonely

Basil Stitt x Neighbour Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 4 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in an modern apartment with a strange but nice neighbor who likes to wear a bag over his head

Warning: kitchen sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I yawned as I stretched out my limbs slowly bringing my hands to my face to rub the sleep from of my eyes before opening them, I slowly rose leaning onto my hands as I looked around the room.

It was modestly decorated very different from the other one, the bed was also big and plush underneath me, I sighed out falling back into the bed snuggling myself back into the blankets.

I relaxed into the mattress intil loud knocks echoed through the apartment I huffed slightly as I dragged myself onto my feet and out of my bedroom, I wondered around the apartment intil i found the door "coming" I called and the knocks finally ceased.

I opened the door fully and my eyes widened as I come face to face with a man wearing a bag over his head "hello" I murmured in confusion as I tilted my head looking at him "h-hi yn, I accidentally got your package again" he said the bag crackled as he turned his head.

He pushed forward a small package which I carefully grabbed "thank you" I smiled and he quickly turned and went into his apartment across from mine without saying goodbye "ok bye I guess" I murmured stepping back inside closing the door.

I placed the package onto the small table next to the door with a mirror above it my eyes drifted to the mirror to look at my reflection and my breath caught in my throat as I did so I freaked looking down at my outfit.

I was in a white blouse which only had a few of my bottom buttons down up and you could see my bra and a little bit of my panties on display "oh fuck" I cringed in embarrassment 'that's why he didn't look at me' I smacked my forehead with my hand.

I bit my lip his voice sounded so familiar he kinda sounded like marc almost was he this universes doppelganger, I went to look through the apartment for any indication for something that would help.

I searched through my well my doppelgangers bed side table and came across her journal, it was a simple black hardcover book with a string attached to it to keep your place, I opened it to her most recent entry and sat on the bed to read it.

'I spoke to Basil again today he is so kind and nervous it's adorable I just wish I could spend more time with him but he never invites me over so maybe it's his subtle way of telling me he's not interested or maybe he's to shy to do so, I just don't know what to do'

I grazed over a few of the other entry's and yes I was right that is this universes marc "basil" I murmured to myself that's such and interesting name, I put the book back into place before making my way back into the other rooms of the apartment.

"Maybe I need to play matchmaker" I murmured to myself thinking of ways I can get him to talk to me or something like that 'maybe I should invite him over for dinner' but what if he's vegan like steven or likes meat more then anything 'fuck why can't these things be easy'.

I looked through the fridge for something to interest me and I saw the ingredients I would need for my famous vegan brownies my boys love "bingo" I said grabbing the ingredients and placing them onto the counter.

I grabbed a few mixing bowls and started to put the ingredients together "fucking delicious" I muttered as I swiped the corner of the bowl and licked the batter off my finger before placing the tray into the oven.

I quietly sung to myself as I waited for it to finish I smiled as the timer went off and I kicked off the counter where I was sitting and turned off the oven grabbing the oven mitts taking out the tray and placing it onto the oven top to cool.

I grabbed a nice plate to put the cut brownies onto before making my way to his door, I raised my hand to knock on the door but before I could he opened the door still wearing the bag over his head "oh hi" I murmured dropping my hand from the air.

He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet "hi" he replied I stuck out my hand offering him the plate of brownies "I thought you'd like to have some" I murmured a slight blush dusted my cheeks, he looked between me and the brownies and nervously took them from me "w-would you like to come in" he stuttered standing aside.

"Are you sure I.. I don't want to intrude" I rumbled but he shook his head making the bag crinkle and offered again "ok thank you" I smiled walking inside my eyes drifting over his apartment it was a mirrored version of mine except his was dark from him blocking the windows newspaper and the curtains.

"Your not a Vampire are you" I asked teasingly as he lead me over to the kitchen he chuckled nervously "no i-i just don't think anyone would w-want to see me" he whispered as he fumbled with the plate as he placed it onto his counter, I blushed at his nervous he reminds me so much of steven.

I moved to sit on the counter my eyes trained to the cut out eyes of the bag "I think I can judge that for myself" I murmured in a reassuring manner, his eyes stared into mine as if analyzing me, he stayed silent in thought before releasing a deep sigh "ok" his voice wavered and his hand shook as he lifted it up to his face slowly removing the bag.

My breath hitched as my eyes admired him "why would you hide such a beautiful face" I asked making a deep blush appear on his cheek, I looked over the rippled skin slowly raising my hand to it but not touching "does it hurt" my voice was filled with concern as my hand nervously settled onto his shoulder bringing him in between my thighs so I can see it clearly.

He didn't speak his eyes only stared into mine his face was something like shook mixed with joy as he stared at me "y-you don't think I'm hideous" he murmured laying his hands into my thighs, I immediately shook my head "no never" I giggled running my eyes over his face again before biting my lip "I actually think it's bad ass" I cooed making him smile brightly.

"It makes you look dangerous" I whispered leaning slightly forward so my head was only a few inches away from him "it makes you look hot, sexy" I bit my lip teasingly, he looked between my eyes and lips as his hands shifted on my thighs "you really think so" he murmured making me nod my head eagerly.

"I wouldn't do this if I was lying" I whispered and pressed my lips before he could ask, his body tensed at first but slowly eased into it "fuck" he groaned against my lips his hands massaging my thighs as they ran up and down.

"Basil" I murmured pulling back a little making him whine and follow my lips "I want you" I said making him pause for a brief second "what" he asked his brows twitching in confusion my hands moved to his shoulders pulling him against me "I need you" I whispered, he growled out and his hands quickly went to work taking off our clothes.

"Fuck I need you to" he muttered breathlessly as his hands ran over my body, his hardened cock pressed against my thigh my body shivered as I felt myself dampen as I stared at him "so eager already cupcake" he teased as he licked his lips, a small pout formed on my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm always needing" I whispered making him groan again "fuck" he muttered and used his hand to guided his cock to my entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock against my clit making a few of my muscles tense "please" I moaned lightly shifting myself against him, he hummed taking in a shakey breathe as he pushed himself inside me.

"F-fuck" he panted his hands clasping the edge of the counter top as he slowly pulled out and pushed in slowly gaining speed his soft groans and whines filling the air, my nails dug into his skin lightly as my body shook with pleasure "basil" I moaned before kissing him roughly, our sounds of pleasure mixing together.

The sound of our skin slapping was muffled by our moans, my eyes fluttered as I felt as my climax was nearing, I started clenching myself around him making his whines heighten and his breathe shakey "c-cupcake" he panted as he looked at with half lidded eyes.

"C-cumming" he moaned as we both climaxed together our bodies shook in pleasure "fuck" I cried as threw my head back, his thrusts slowly came to a stop and his moans turned into labored breathes "fuck" he panted my eyes slowly fluttered as I leaned onto his shoulder nuzzling into his neck, he whispered praises into my ear as his hands moved to my thighs running his fingers in a mindless pattern.

"I thought no one would ever love me after my accident especially you, your so perfect and I'm glad you could see me for me and not just a hideous monster"

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[nineinchnailpolish]

Stacee Jaxx x GN Reader

Warnings: kissing, smut, nsfw

Pairing: Stacee Jaxx x GN Reader

Word Count: 1239

A/N: This is my first smut i’m posting on tumblr, so who knows if it’s good. I feel uncomfortable writing words during the smut stuff, so sorry it’s only description 😭

Stacee comes out of his room to grab some more alcohol when he notices you walk in the bar. He feels an insane amount of lust and slowly walks over to you.

All the girls fan over him, fainting and grabbing at his body. He throws them off him, walking to you, checking out your body.

“Hey…you should come to my room, we can have some alcohol. It would be…fun” he talked slowly and seductively.

Your eyes widen at Stacee’s words as you blush.

Stacee Jaxx has been your idol for years, but you never thought he would invite you to his room! Waves of excitement and thrill pumped through your blood.

“i- yeah that sounds like fun” you say shyly, smiling at Stacee.

Stacee smirks, his eyes fixated on you as he motions for you to follow him. He leads you down a dimly lit hallway, the throbbing bass of the music shaking the walls. You can hear the distant roar of the crowd, signaling that the show is about to start.

With every step, the air feels thicker, filled with anticipation and desire. Stacee opens the door to his room, revealing a space adorned with rock 'n' roll memorabilia and lit by the soft glow of red lights. The scent of stale cigarettes and musky cologne lingers in the air.

He walks over to his monkey, ‘Hey man’, and grabs a bottle of whiskey. He doesn’t bother grabbing glasses.

He struts over to the couch and sits down by you, manspreading as he takes a swig of the whiskey. He puts his hand out with the bottle, motioning for you to take a drink.

You mumble a thank you and take the bottle, making a face when you drink it. He chuckles at you, watching intently as you take a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat. The tension in the room becomes palpable, the lust and attraction between you practically crackling in the air.

Stacee moves closer, pressing his body against yours, his hand trailing up the side of your waist. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and husky.

“So, what’s your name darling~? Realize I haven’t asked yet” He trails his fingers along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You can barely concentrate on his question when he is touching your body.

You clear your throat, “My…my name is y/n” you turn your face to him, blushing.

“y/n…” The name rolls off his tongue a couple times, he smiles as he does so. His hand goes to your face and cups your cheek, leaning closer to your face.

“You’re not like the others y/n…there is something special about you. Something intriguing. I want to explore it if you’ll let me” He asks, caressing your face softly.

“I want to…yes Stacee, please” You move your lips to his, kissing him hard and passionately and you grip his jacket. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating taste and warmth of his mouth.

Stacee's other hand travels down your body, his touch tracing a map of pleasure along your skin. His fingers find their way beneath your clothes, exploring the contours of your body with a deliberate eagerness. Every stroke and caress sends surges of pleasure through your veins, igniting a fiery desire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to the bed, where he begins to undress you slowly, piece by piece. His eyes devour your exposed skin, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake. As your bodies intertwine, his hands gripping your hips, he sinks into the depths of your desires, losing himself in the passionate embrace.

“Shit baby…so tight” He grunts out, pounding into you like the beat of the music outside.

Stacee's hunger is insatiable, his hands gripping and caressing every inch of your body, his lips exploring every sensitive spot.

“Stacee! More please~” You beg, scratching up his back as he bruises up your hips.

As Stacee's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses and marks, he takes control once more. He flips you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips firmly. His touch is demanding yet surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curves of your back.

With a possessive growl, he positions himself behind you, his arousal pressing against your thigh. He enters you slowly, filling you completely with each thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a melding of pleasure and pain that sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of your bodies together. Stacee's grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful. He drives you to the edge of bliss, the tension building unbearably until you both reach the peak of pleasure.

As you climax together, your bodies convulsing in ripples of ecstasy, time seems to stand still. The sweaty bodies collapse onto the bed, panting and gasping for air. Stacee pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

You become surprised Stacee isn’t just kicking you out of his room, but actually holding you. You take advantage of this moment and snuggle into his shoulder.

“that…that was amazing” You say, exhaustion in your breath.

He smirks to himself, knowing he did a good job by noticing you’re out of breath. “Yeah it was…” he murmurs, his voice filled with a rare tenderness.

He shifts slightly, still holding you close as his fingers trace patterns lazily on your bare skin. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant sound of the crowd and the soft beating of your hearts.

Though that quietness is interrupted when Stacee’s manager barges in.

“Stacee, come on come on! get up! you are about to perform in 10 minutes” he notices you in the bed with stacee, smirking.

“Oh, I didn't know ya had company…but just hurry up and get dressed, you dog! I’ll be waiting for you outside your room” He leaves, shutting the door and sighing to himself.

You blush with embarrassment, being caught. You and Stacee are still naked and his manager saw-

Stacee chuckles softly, his amusement evident in his voice as he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, y/n," he says, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness. "He's used to these things happening."

He quickly gets up from the bed, retrieving his clothes from a nearby chair. With an effortless grace, he begins dressing himself, not seeming to mind the interruption in the slightest.

As he finishes buttoning up his shirt, he stands before you, offering you a warm smile. "I need to go perform now, but I want you to know that this isn't over. I want to see you after the show, darling."

He walks over to you, pressing a needy kiss to your lips before hurrying towards the door. "Stay here as long as you like, or come and enjoy music” He winks. “We'll talk more when I’m done."

With that, he leaves the room, leaving you to process the whirlwind of emotions that have taken hold of you. Despite the unexpected interruption, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope for what lies ahead.

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[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Good Cooties

Nobody:

Nesha: Takes a very traumatic horror story and instead makes it fluff.

They generally checked in right before bed and then again, first thing in the morning. Chris had never been so communicative with somebody before, but after everything that knowing Dalton had put her through, she didn't mind going a little above and beyond with check-ins.

Whenever one wasn't feeling 100% at bedtime, they had a sleepover, just in case something would go down. Time passed, and nothing did. Well... nothing too unusual, at any rate. He had nightmares sometimes and they'd wake up and sort through it. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep, so he'd just watch her a while, glad that she wasn't losing any rest on his behalf, but annoyed that the bed was so small that they both couldn't really fit on it without being cuddled up.

Upon mentioning it, she reminded him that when he was trapped in The Further, "Your little booty body was nestled right here, between these yummy thighs." He couldn't argue with it, and the description of her thighs made him want to drop the conversation completely, so he'd said, "Well, you said you have good cooties," laughing awkwardly, and snuggling up behind her, hoping his body wouldn't betray him for the closeness of a soft, warm body and the unavoidable friction of natural sleep movements. Fortunately, that never went down. Even more fortunately, neither did any wild trips to The Further.

Things that did go down: her roommate absolutely thought that he was an obsessive boyfriend and his new roommate was confused that she slept over but they never had the need to tie something on the doorway for him to give them some time. "So... she just sleeps here sometimes?" He'd asked, "Or are you just always finished by the time I get in?"

"We're just friends!" Dalton had said, uneasy and blushing.

Foster, when they got alone, asked, "But, seriously. You're definitely smashing that, right?" It irked him. Him speaking about her like that. "I mean.. I know that you aren't that much of a lover, but I figure it's different with you two, because of, you know... the stuff.."

It was... true, officially. But, he knew how this looked. Even his mom would ask about her in the same way that she'd asked about people he'd dated previously. Was Chris coming home with him during the holidays? "She has her own family," he'd casually mentioned, then had to pretend not to notice as his family gave each other knowing looks because he spent most of the holiday texting, calling, or video chatting with "Chris" They said her name in a certain way too. A singing way, obviously taunting him. Well... his siblings did. (Foster had roped Kali into this mess, too). His mother instructed them to leave him alone, though he could tell it amused her, from her face, and he knew she liked Chris. She always asked about her.

That was why they probably would never happen. He had nightmares sometimes, panicking about being possessed again, about hurting her. Sure, he would wake up to find her there, safe and sound and if awakened by his nightmares, quick to comfort him, but.. that entire thing was now forever a part of their story. And what type of love story could come out of something like that?

His parents had loved each other for years, and this entire ordeal had separated the two of them. Foster broke into his thoughts with, "I think that I'd want somebody who already understands what you've gone through. I imagine by the time I wanna meet people, it's gonna be a whole damn thing trying to make it normal, when the topic inevitably comes up. You've got a cute girl who still bothers with you after literally seeing you at your worst. Possessed by an entity. How could it get better for you?"

"We're just friends!"

"She let you blow on her hooter the first night!" Foster teased. Dalton wasn't a big fan of Chris and his brother exchanging words, but they had each other's information, so now he always had at least this one story for ammunition to make Dalton a little bit uncomfortable, and Chris was the type to overshare casually. Chris and Foster got along well. Dalton could only imagine their powers combined if she did come around the whole family...

Which, eventually, she did. By then, they were dormed together, again. She had gone to see housing about it. Her best friend, suffering from a sleep issue, their roommates, often inconvienced when he woke up, the fact that this very office had already roomed her with him before, so what was the big deal? Chris either could talk you into hating her guts and wanting her gone, or doing whatever it is she was saying, and that day, with that member of staff, she got herself back into the room with him.

Now, they could go to sleep in their own beds, and if something happened, there the other was, just on the other side of a small room. They didn't even have to cramp themselves into his little bed as much, and whenever they did, she didn't have to get up earlier to get ready from a different room, or to go back to her own. It was cozy, and comfortable, and they had a routine.

They had gotten numerous sleeping masks, so that Chris could find something to assist her through the nightlights. Whenever she was in Dalton's bed, she didn't really notice, because her face was usually burrowed in the bed or his body, for lack of room. By the time it was time for her to go home with him, she knew which mask she needed for which type of night, whether or not she should have earphones, and how many pillows she could bring before the bed couldn't fit the pillows and two people their sizes.

She had been in his corner since the moment he confided in her, and even when she didn't want to engage, she found herself unable to just leave him alone, and now she feared that she was far more comfortable with this man than she ever planned on being with anyone. But. She was never one to reject a good thing, and it seemed like maybe Dalton Lambert was a good thing. It certainly always felt good to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. Chris was a fan of feeling good.

His family was nice. She was excited to finally shoot the shit with Foster, in the flesh, and that did not disappoint. Dalton had been hoping that she would help dispel the rumors the Lamberts ran wild with, but despite pursuing math, Chris had a deep passion for chaos, as far as Dalton was concerned. "So, he never told you that we made out at a frat party?" She had asked a VERY intrigued and impressed Foster.

"He never told me that he WENT to a frat party!" He complained.

"Yeah, I sorta made him. That's a gift I have, getting Dalton to do stuff that he is not fond of doing.." Dalton pressed his lips together and continued working on a drawing.

Whenever Foster heard about the frat boy who called her ugly, he looked livid but was soon appeased by the thought of him being promptly kicked in the dick afterward. "I used to say that I wouldn't wish that on anybody, but it sounds like this is the guy that makes me change my beliefs.." They chatted for a little while longer before Foster was going to leave to go hang out with friends. "I'm super glad that Dalton has you," he said on his way out. She simply offered a salute, then looked at Dalton's jaw tense as he pretended not to hear that.

"You okay?" She asked. He shrugged. "You know... whenever I was with Grandma Perkee over the last holiday, she told me that you are very pretty and that she'd love to meet you. I said, "Yeah. He is very pretty, huh? He's kind too. A little introverted, but such a likable person. I don't think he likes me like that, though, Grandma. You might want to be less excited about meeting him." He paused and looked at her. "Well, next she told me, "If somebody is in you life, and they're nice to you and you like them and you're both having a good time together, that's gonna excite me, no matter what you call each other..." They stared at each other a moment, before she concluded, "So, we don't really need to discourage or encourage your family from thinking I'm your girlfriend or into thinking it. They see how we are together, and they know you're in good hands. Whether we're friends or more, they're gonna feel the way that they feel about me because they love you and you like me."

He gave her a little smile. That was a good way to put it, and made it less stressful for him whenever he overheard Kali ask, "Is Dalton your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, Chris answered, "Well, Dalton identifies as a boy, and he's definitely my friend, so what would you do if I said, "Yes?"

Kali gasped and with a wide smile asked, teasingly, "Do you loooooooove himmm?"

Chris smiled right back and asked in a whisper, "What would you do if I said "yes" again?"

Kali giggled and covered her mouth, either in excitement or surprise. Dalton never said stuff like that. He didn't smile about it. He always got irritated and denied it all. Kali smiled, and offered, "I'd say, I think that Dalton loves you too."

Chris's smile changed, ever so slightly. Dalton noted it as he finally stepped into view. She leaned towards Kali and told her, "One thing about me? Everybody loves Chris." Kali nodded in agreement, then finally noticed Dalton.

"Oh! It's your boyyyyyfriiiiiend," she sang. He just smiled, shaking his head.

At bedtime, Chris offered, "Pretty cool that your mom doesn't mind our sleeping situation. I'd say it's because she knows we aren't doing it, but she kinda seems like she'd be cool with it, even if we were."

"She is a part of the 'everybody' that loves Chris," he said, casually, preparing the nightlight. Chris paused, with a grin, then silently resumed putting on her bonnet.

By the time that they climbed into his bed, she pushed close and started wrapping her arms around him. He froze and gave her a confused look. "What? This is how we sleep."

"Yeah, in the dorm on the tiny bed. This one has room for us to stretch out more."

"Yeah, near the edge of the bed, where the monsters are. Your sister tormented me with Barbie play today. I wanna be up on you tonight." His body relaxed a little bit. "Besides, I sleep better when we're cuddled up." It tensed again. "My God, Dalton... are we not allowed to say stuff like that to each other?"

"No. Yeah... I just. Yes..." His Adam's apple was leaping in his throat and she watched it bob as he nervously searched for his next words, "I, uh... sleep better with you right here, too." She nodded once, settled her body around his and stared a little bit longer. Dalton's face came in closer, but then he stopped and just looked into her eyes. Her normal playfulness was never present when she was sleepy, but whatever else was there in her eyes, he wasn't exactly used to.

Chris offered a smile and teased, "What? Were you about to kiss me?"

Quickly, he said, "I would never do that without asking first." She closed her eyes, smiling, and nodding. "Cou.." Her eyes opened and he was staring at her lips, "Could I? Kiss you?" Chris smiled and moved closer for him to do so. It wasn't caught off guard like the first time, and it wasn't long or steamy or deep. It was tender, and quick, but lingering.. "Good cooties," he mumbled against her lips, with a smile.

"Very," she said, smiling against his, as well.

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[x3no9]

Please pass this on/ reblog...

I want to know everyone's original favorite ships, name a few!! It doesn't matter when the fandom came out- it won't put an age on you since I myself have shipped ancient historical figures and I'm not 1k years old. If you can't remember your OGs, pick ones that changed your brain chemistry (lol)

I'll go first then.... first off, I had some random ships obsessions that didn't last long--burned too bright and too fast.

This is a doozy right from the start: Pyramid head x James (yeah I was fucked up even then but I was just older than a kid LOL) (2002- off and on, but most ended in 2009)

SKX x Ethan (Condemned) (2005-2010)

Phillip Clyde X Eliot (Army of Two) (2008-ended)

Several COD ships for the original Modern Warfare games BUT my fav was Makarov x Graves, Ghost x Soap and Frank Woods x any hot soldier (Black Ops), that dude is HOT. (2009-present)

Zaeed x my OC mShep (this one goes back to ME2 a couple days after launch 2010- present)

6. Admiral Hackett x Illusive Man, Jack Harper (as of 2020-present)

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[hopip99]

A/N: I'm officially on the fanfic train. It's going to be intense, so buckle in. Any feedback on my work would be much appreciated as well!

Masterlist

Disclaimer: Please read the warnings for this story. It is intense and touches on some very heavy subjects.

Summary: After being subjected to a nearly lethal dose of Darkenfloxx, Y/N is still feeling the side effects long past when they should've subsided. Jeff is there to help put her back together when she finally shatters and shares what happened.

WC: 2508

WARNINGS: Angst (like it's barely hurt/comfort... it's mostly just hurt), unethical testing of fictional drugs, mentions of sexual assault (nothing explicit but enough to be alarming), suicidal ideation, PTSD

An Unending Nightmare

Darkenfloxx was the worst drug the prisoners at Spiderhead could be exposed to. Every time, without fail, it forced the subject to relive their worst nightmares as though they were happening in that moment. For the most part, testing of Darkenfloxx was disbanded because the subjects became violent and may become a threat to others and themselves. That was until Y/N came along, and Steve Abnesti insisted on testing the horrid drug on someone convicted of a crime that they should never have been. Y/N had been assaulted on her way home from work one night and had killed her attacker before fleeing because he had threatened to follow her home and kill her if she didn’t continue to listen to him in that dark alleyway. When she was arrested, she pled not guilty but was still charged with involuntary manslaughter and sentenced to two years in prison. She’d applied for the Spiderhead program, knowing it should be objectively better than spending those years in a state penitentiary. For the most part, she was right. At least, she was until she had been tricked into trusting Steve Abnesti and sat in the uncomfortably bright white room used for testing.

“Alright, Y/N, this is your last test for the week. Permission to start drip?” Steve asks in his ever-charming voice without giving her any details on which drug she’d be testing that day since she was alone.

“Acknowledge,” she says without hesitation, unable to see the nod he’d given Mark nor the look of discomfort on Mark’s face as he administered the highest dose of Darkenfloxx he could without it being lethal. The effects were almost immediate. Y/N felt the creeping buzz of anxiety and panic prickle her skin before seeping deeper into her bones. It was the same feeling she’d had that night when she thought she was forced to take a life to be sure she could live. “I… Make it stop, please,” she began pleading as her surroundings shifted from the bright white room to the dimly lit alley she had always walked down to get home. The minutes started to feel like hours as she began hyperventilating, the feeling of that man’s hand taking up residence on her skin again. “Please make it stop,” she screams pleadingly, the vivid memory of her torn clothes and bruised body overtaking her reality at that moment. The Darkenfloxx wasn’t making her relive her crime, as it did with many of the others, because her worst memory was what had led up to her crime—hours' worth of events replayed in her head in a few short minutes.

Steve only gives Mark the okay to stop administering the Darkenfloxx when Y/N has begun to claw at the skin of her arms hard enough to draw blood. Unfortunately, the effects of the Darkenfloxx have not subsided as quickly as they came on, as Mark has to half carry her back to her room while everyone else is asleep so as not to arouse suspicion. Y/N can’t sleep that night, and she just sits on the floor of her private shower, fully clothed and with scalding hot water running all night.

How she doesn’t have any burns the next morning is a mystery, but she gets up and puts on a brave face. She is thankful that her long-sleeved shirts had come out of the wash the day before. She pulls on a black long-sleeve shirt with a pair of shorts to hide her scabbing arms from prying eyes, but there is no hiding the dark circles under her eyes.

Her movement is stiff and slow as she walks towards the kitchen to start her snack duties. She even takes her time pulling out what she needs for snack until she hears Jeff’s approaching footsteps. At that moment, she forces herself to move at her usual pace and put on a convincing enough smile. “Hey, Jeff,” she says, forcing herself to sound chipper as she usually does. Jeff doesn’t buy the fake tone.

“Hey, Y/N, you alright?” he asks softly, stepping beside her to help with the snacks.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I just didn’t sleep well last night, is all. They took me on a field trip yesterday, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” She surprises herself with how easily the lie rolls off her tongue, but it is only a half lie because she couldn’t stop thinking about what she experienced the night before. She hasn’t even stopped feeling the effects of the Darkenfloxx yet. Her skin is still vibrating with panic even though she’s standing next to the only person in the entirety of Spiderhead who can make her feel safe. If he doesn’t believe her, he doesn’t say as much. Instead, he just accepts her words with a slight nod.

“Alright. Then let’s get snack done so we have some free time,” he says with a half smile, bumping her arm playfully. Y/N nods and forces a smile even though the contact brings her back into the flashbacks the Darkenfloxx had induced the night before.

Her breath catches in her chest in a way that is nearly excruciating, but she plays it off with a cough and a proclamation of “I’m alright, just inhaled wrong.” Jeff gives her a look of utter disbelief but makes no attempt to dispute her words. Instead, he lets her tell him nothing is bothering her, and they set to work making the snacks. It doesn’t take them any longer than expected to finish preparing the snacks or any longer than expected to hand them out. As soon as they finish handing out the snacks, Y/N collects the plates from Jeff. “I’m going to go wash these. You go enjoy some extra free time, and I’ll join you as soon as I’m done,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. She doesn’t wait for a response, and he doesn’t follow. He just stares after, feeling completely confused.

The next few days pass in the same manner, and the side effects of the Darkenfloxx do not subside. Steve and Mark constantly check up on her when everyone else is asleep, or they call her to the testing room just to ask her what she's feeling day after day. When a week and a half passed, Y/N had not managed more than three restless hours of sleep a night. She’s sitting in the blinding white of the testing room for a final debriefing to see if the effects of that high dose of Darkenfloxx had finally subsided: they did not.

“I’m so sorry you’re still feeling the effects of the Darkenfloxx, Y/N. Just for the sake of data, I need you to tell me one more time what you're feeling. We’re going to administer Verbaluce to help you express what you’re experiencing. Acknowledge?” Steve asks his tone kind and laced with what could only be described as forced concern. Not the Y/N knew that.

“Yeah, whatever, acknowledge,” she mutters, sinking deep in the chair as she waits for the effects of the Verbaluce to kick in. Once the drug kicks in, she can’t help but immediately start speaking everything on her mind. “It’s the worst feeling in the world, Steve. Everyone else that I know says they relive the crime they committed that got them here. I don’t. I relive the hours leading up to my crime on repeat. I can still feel the callouses on that man’s hands; I can hear the sound of my top tearing, and I can feel it pressing against my skin. I haven’t stopped reliving that moment since you administered the Darkenfloxx nearly two weeks ago,” she spouts loudly and sucks in a sharp breath as tears start to fill her eyes. “I’m so exhausted. I barely sleep anymore, and it isn’t restful when I manage to get a few hours. The only people I normally feel comfortable around make me jumpy now, and I know they’re confused and worried, but they never pressure me for answers. I don’t want to make them worry, but living every day like I’m still on the Darkenfloxx is getting to be too much. No one knows you’ve been hiding anything sharp every night so I don’t get to them. They don’t know that there's no longer anything I can tie clothes or bedding to in my room. Anything that I could’ve used to end this suffering has been ripped away from me. And you won’t give me anything to counteract the Darkenfloxx yet. Not Luvactin. Not Laffodil. I just need something so that I can sleep, or I need you to let me die,” she nearly screams, her voice hoarse and wavering as tears stream down her face. “Whatever you have to do, please just make it stop. I can’t live like this anymore.”

Mark pales at her words and quickly terminates the Verbaluce drip before standing up to escort her back to her room. “We can’t let this go on much longer, Steve. As soon as this week is over, we need to give her one of the other drugs that will bring an end to the effects of the Darkenfloxx. It was a mistake administering that high of a dosage, especially on someone that has a clear case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.” Steve nods in agreement, and Mark quickly takes Y/N back to her room. She spends the night staring at her ceiling, letting her tears fall until she’s physically incapable of crying anymore. The next day, she is late for snack duty for the first time, and she gives Jeff some unconvincing excuse that she can’t even remember. She disappears to an empty decompression room when they're done cleaning up. Primarily, the room is used for reading when the prisoners don’t want to read in the common area or the room. 

That is the last straw for Jeff. He’s been biting his tongue for a week. A week of seeing the dark circles under her eyes grow and darken to an alarming extent. A week of seeing her eyes and cheeks puffy and red with tear stains down the sides of her face. A week of her jumping any time he touches her or gets too close when she can’t see him. A week of her wearing long sleeves that are clearly sticking to her arms. A week of her making up excuses to be alone. A week of her being brought to her room late, he wasn’t sleeping until he was sure that she was in the safety of her room. A week of her lying about what tests they’ve been doing because there is no way she went on four field trips in a week. He takes a deep breath and follows her into the decompression room, kneeling next to her. “Talk to me, sweetheart. I can’t help you if you keep bottling this up,” he says gently, making no move to reach out for her because reaching out had scared her a lot through the last week and a half. Those words are all it takes for the dam to burst, though, and Y/N dissolves into a sobbing mess as she moves closer to him.

He quickly shifts into a sitting position, Y/N settling between his legs as she buries her face into his chest and tightly grips his t-shirt in her fists. “Y/N,” he murmurs shakily, his heart breaking at the sight of her in such distress.

“It’s awful, Jeff. I want to die, and they’ve taken everything away that could help me die,” she sobs, and his heart shatters. He wraps his arms tightly around her, feeling her body tense in response, though she slowly relaxes against him over the next few minutes.

“Tell me what happened, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you feel better,” he whispers, rubbing a hand up and down her back to soothe her. She stays quiet for at least 20 minutes after that, giving herself time to calm down before attempting to speak. Jeff doesn’t push her to talk. He simply gives her all the time she needs before she speaks.

“The first day I seemed off a week and a half ago,” she rasps, “I didn’t go on a field trip the night before. I was in the testing room. Darkenfloxx. They gave me the maximum dose they could without it being lethal.” Those words alone were enough to start a fire in Jeff’s veins. He’d been among those who tested Darkenfloxx in the initial trials, and he maintained that it made his blood feel like it was on fire and that it was like reliving his worst moment on repeat while the drip was on. Hearing that Y/N, the sweet girl who ended up at Spiderhead because she was imprisoned for defending herself, had been subjected to Darkenfloxx at that high of a dose makes Jeff want to march right up to Steve Abnesti and tear him a new one. He doesn’t, though. He knows picking a fight will only extend his sentence, and it won’t help the girl falling apart in his embrace. Just when he thinks he can’t hurt for her any further, she tells him every detail of what she has been reliving, and it grinds the pieces of his already shattered heart into dust.

“I’m right here. I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’ll protect you,” he murmurs repeatedly, kissing her temple gently. “You’re safe, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Whatever you need. I’m right here,” he promises.

“I’m so tired, Jeff,” she whispers into the damp fabric of his shirt. I just want to sleep,” she murmurs, her voice already slowing as she starts drifting off against his chest. Even though she’s still on edge and terrified, Jeff’s sturdy frame and the smell of his soap on his skin soothe her and lull her to sleep for the first time in nearly two weeks.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up. If you have nightmares, I’ll be right here to comfort you until you can go back to sleep. I promise. Just try and rest sweetheart,” he murmurs as she drifts the rest of the way into the welcoming embrace of sleep. Jeff stays true to his word even though he moves them back to her room after an hour, wanting to ensure she is as comfortable as possible. Steve doesn’t even interfere as he usually would. He simply notes how Jeff and Y/N interact and stores that information for later use. For the first time since she was given the Darkenfloxx, Y/N sleeps almost through the night and is lulled back to sleep by Jeff following an intense nightmare. She’s not back to normal, but she’s less jumpy, and Jeff is glued to her side every moment he can be. He plans to stay there until he’s sure that she is okay again.

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[elizabethcrumb]

Split co writers wanted. :)

Why is it so hard to find co-writers?  I haven’t found a new one in ages.

I am looking for other people to write Split related fics with me. Someone that knows the characters well. And knows my works/fics. PM me if interested. Got to help keep this fandom alive :)

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[lluzionz]

"You're the one I love"

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Celtic x fem!s/o

Tw: angst at the beggining, giving birth

A/n: I am so sorry for the delay @reiketsunomizunomegami but I hope you like what I wrote

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The thought was haunting his mind for a while now but he couldn't bring himself to say it to her. "I want to break up with you." How could he say such thing to the woman he loved more than his life? How could he break her heart with such heavy words? It was hard, yes, but he had to do it. He had to let her go. Not because he didn't love her anymore, it was because he was scared. Scared that one of his many enemies might hurt or even worse, kill her. How he was suppose to live without his life then if he was the one responsible for her injuries or death. No no. He couldn't even think of that so he decided to break up with y/n and disappear from her life before something horrible happened to her.

The day that he was going to leave the love of his life had finally arived. The day that he was going to break her heart and make her hate him forever. But he had no choice. "It's for her own good." Was the excuse he used to tell to himself everytime he had doubts about his decision. But now it was too late to back down. "Y/n, I want to break up with you." He said, without even looking her in the eyen. He couldn't bring himself to do that. He was too ashamed to even steal a glance. But he could imagime how her expression would be upon hearing that. "W-what?" She asked, her voice cracking as a wave of shock hit her. "Come on Celtic, if this is a joke, please stop it, this isn't funny." She gave him a little laugh as she aproached him but he pushed her away. "It's not a joke. I want to break up with you." He repeated as he finally turned to look at her. "Why? What happened? Why do you want to break up with me?" She asked, trying to hold herself from breaking down. "Because I-I don't love you anymore." He blurted out before he could stop himself. A gasp escaped her lips as soon as his words hit her ears. Words that cut her deeper that a knife.

"You, you don't love me anymore?" She couldn't hold herself anymore. She left the tears ran down her cheeks as she starred at him, wondering why he fell out of love with her. Was because of sothing she done? Was it because he found someone else? Was he hidding something from her? She didn't know and she didn't like that. "At least tell me why you fell out of love with me!" She screamed at him, fists clenched as she wiped her tears away with her sleeves. "I fell for someone else." He said, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't want to tell her the truth so he blurted out the first lie that came to his mind. A loud sound echoed through the room as y/n's hand landed on Celtic's cheek. She slapped him as hard as she could across the cheek. "Leave and never come back. I don't want to see your face ever again, jerk." She said in a low, angree voice. Celtic froze on his place upon hearing her words. He deserved to be called that, yes, but still, it hurt. "Leave!" She screamed as Celtic turned her back to her and left, leaving the tears he was holding for so long, ran down his face.

"Ahhh." Y/n screamed as she fall on her knees and broke donw, cryimg her heart out. She loved him, she really did but he had to go and break her heart. He had to fall for someone else when he swore she was the one who wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was the one who wanted to get married and have a beautiful family with. But now, it was too late. Now he was in love with someone else and there was nothing she could do about it. The only thing she could do was pick up her broked pieces and move on with her life.

A few days after the break up, she started having morning sickness so she went to the doctor who confirmed to her that she was pregrant and more specifically, preagnant with quadruplets. The news hit her like a kick on the stomach. Who could this happen? Why did this happened? Her lover had left her for another woman so how she was suppose to give birth and raise three kids all by herself? All of this thoughts clouded her mind as she walked upsemindetly on the street. She knew this was going to be really hard but she becided to keep all three babies and give them all the love and care she resived from their father and even more. She didn't want them to feel unloved. Ever. Speaking of their dad, she wasn't going to tell him that she was pregnant. She didn't want him to ruin his new relationship with his new partner for her.

As she predicted, the pregnancy was hard and not having someone by her side to help and love her, really made things worse but the thought of her holding her babies in her arms and giving them all the love she had, was the only thing that kept her going. Months passed bg and the day that she meant to give birth had finally came. Sadness clenched her heart as this wasn't how she had imagined that day to be. At all. In her imagination, Celtic was there with her, holding her hand and telling her encouraging words as she gave birth to their children. Heck, she had even imagined how he would be as a dad. A big softie who would do anything for his children and their mother of course. But now, she was all alone, screaming and crying as her quadruplets cries mixed with hers, creating a hustle and bustle on the room.

"Your babies look so beautiful miss. Look." The nurse said to her as she gave the babies to her to hold. They looked beautiful, indeed. The two of them were boys and the other one was a girl. The two boys had gotten many characteristics from their father but the girl looked exaclty like her mother. "You three are my world. I love you." A bright smile made it's way across her lips as she held the babies in her arms. "Your dad would be so happy if he ever had the chance to see you." She whispered as she placed sweet kisses on the babies heads.

5 years later..

Five years had part since y/n and Celtic broke up. Five years but yet, there wasn't a single day where she wasn't thinking about him, wishing he was here, by her side, loving her as he used to. Their kids had grown so much over this past five years but still, they didn't know anything about their dad. Even tho they had asked her many times about their dad, she never told them anything about him besides the fact that they weren't together anymore. They were upset, yes, but they knew not to ask their mother. The question clearly made her upset and sometimes even brought her to tears so after a point, they stopped asking and just accepted the fact that their father wasn't in the picture anymore.

The day of the breakup, rolled around again, leaving a bad taste on her mouth. She lived on the same house that she used to share with her boyfriend, for five years now. Every year, she used to take the kids and going out for a walk or something similar to this, just to escape the memories of that faithful day. And that's exactly what she did this year too. Taking the kids by their small hands, she walked out of this cursed house, walking towards the park.

As she walked, she could feel someone following her. Alarm bells started going off on her mind as she considered the idea of confronting the person who was following her. But she was scared. What if the person attacked her? What if they harm har kids? She couldn't take it anymore so stopping dead in her tracks, she turned around to face the person behind her, only to froze of her place, unable to believe what she was seeing. "Celtic?" She asked, her voice shaking from shock. "Yes y/n, it's me." He smiled as he opened his arms widely, waiting for her to jump on his arms and hug him.

She hesitated a little at first, not knowing if she was ready to take him back on her life once again but after a little push from her daughter, she ran towards him, wrapping her arms around her body, hugging him as tightly much as she could, tears rolling down her cheeks. It felt so right having him in her arms like this. "Celtic where were you all this years, why did you left me?" She cried, holding tighter onto him, thinking that this was just a dream and not reality. "I'm so sorry y/n. I should have never left you. There wasn't anhone else in my life except you y/n. You're the only one I love." He said, leaving the tears escape his eyes.

"When why did you left me? Why did you lied to me?" She asked, pulling away from him so she could face him. "I'm so sorry. I was scared. Scared that my enemies were going to come after you and hurt you if I continue to date you. All I wanted to do was to keep you safe." He said , letting a sob escaped him. "You did all of this for me?" She asked, shocked that he had to go through all of this just for her. "I would do anything for you y/n. I love you so much." Celtic comfessed as he pulled y/n closer and kiss her. "I'm sorry Celtic. I'm so sorry for blamming you." Y/n murmed between the kiss but Celtuc had his way to make her be quiet.

Claps and little giggles could be heared on the backround as the children cheered for her mother and the man. Pulling away, y/n turned to her kids with a bright smile lighting up her entire face. "Kids, this is your father and the man that I love. The only one that I will ever love."

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[draco-malfoy07]

His | Chapter 1

★Chapter 1★

I stood behind him, knowing he was about to do the worst thing known to man, kill Albus Dumbledore. It was hard, but it was his fate. 

“Just do it, love” I whispered in his ear. “The sooner you do, the sooner it’ll be over and we can go home.” 

“Y/n, I know you couldn’t possibly be encouraging him to do this right?” Dumbledore spoke, almost taunting me for the betrayal, as if this was all my doing. When in fact I wanted nothing to do with this. “You were always a good student, Y/n Snape, always kind, and respectful.” 

Suddenly out of nowhere my father, Severus Snape, appears and kills Dumbledore, and before I knew it, I was following Draco down the great hall. Bellatrix was destroying everything. Everything we ever knew, the only sense of comfort we ever had, gone. 

I could see Draco starting to tear up, it hurt me to see him like this. Draco’s never been an openly emotional guy, but finally he’s cracked. He watched as his only sense of comfort was destroyed. His home away from home, when his actual home slowly started to feel more cold, and unwelcoming. 

We went through and marched behind my father as we got to Hagrid's hut. Bellatrix was cackling like the maniac she was, lighting Hagrid's hut ablaze. I never really cared for Hagrid, but no person deserves to have their home destroyed. 

This wasn’t the end, no, not even close, but I was glad we were home. Back at the manor, I layed in Draco's room. Cuddled up on his bed, draco wrapped an arm around me. I loved when I was able to see him relax, even in such stressful times. 

“You know I won’t let them hurt you, right?” Draco said, referencing the death eaters, and… you-know-who. His words sounded bizarre, did I know? I wanted to say I did, but I also didn’t want to lie. Our relationship was complex. We fought a lot, and it felt like the only times we showed each other any real love was in bed.

I sighed, knowing if I told him the truth he may just get upset, and the last thing either of us needed was a fight. “Sometimes, yes.” I hoped that would be good enough for him to understand that neither of us were perfect, and I trusted him, but he doesn’t always do the right thing.

“Sometimes?” He sat up quickly. “Only sometimes?!” He seemed angry, he’d been on edge for weeks but at this point he was gonna crack. 

“Look, Dray, sometimes I just wonder.” I said calmly, trying to defuse the situation. “You get so scared of them sometimes, I’m not sure you would.” He didn’t seem to calm down. “Love, just forget I said anything.”

“No I will not. Why don’t you trust me?” He sounded hurt, but It’s not that I didn’t trust him, I just knew that they were dangerous, and nearly impossible to stop, once they decided to do something.

“I trust you, I just know what they would do.” 

He kissed the top of my head and sighed. “Yeah but I need you to know I won’t let them touch you.” We spent the rest of the night laying in his bed, which was out of the ordinary for use, we either were in different rooms, him being at a meeting and me sleeping in his bed, or having sex. But tonight we lie together, in his bed, just simply cuddling. 

A/N: Notes anyone? Short first chapter. I just wanted to establish the timeline and basic relationships.

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[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

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[bon3tea]

Branch with abandonment issues </3 I like to imagine Poppy wakes up to him holding her tight 24/7

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[violetrainbow412-blog]

A fair payment [W. W.]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

People who might be interested: @strugglingwriterwattpad @cattail5 [Timothée masterlist]

some minor Wonka spoilers I guess! If you like it, tell me in the comments, that will make me happy :)

“Can you mend it?” Willy asked, carefully holding his emerald green jacket that had the sleeve seam torn.

The boy had arrived a couple of weeks ago to turn the world of everyone present in the laundry upside down and, honestly, you were already beginning to enjoy his presence. You looked in the background at the blackboard that Noodle used at night to give him lessons in the hope that he would learn to read because, according to the girl's words, because of that he was almost eaten by a tiger. But in the man's words, what was important was the almost part. 

However, tonight he had asked you especially to go to his room, because he had a problem that he thought only you could solve.

“I think so, I just have to pass the needle a couple of times” you smiled.

Since your arrival Mrs. Scrubbit had used your sewing skills for her own benefit, because after all you had ended up in that mess trying to save a little to be able to buy the necessary materials to make a pretty dress that would be worth enough to advance in the business. Although, obviously, that had not been possible.

"Thank you! I'm afraid that's my only jacket."

“It will be ready in no time. I’ll just go to my room and come back, okay?” you said kindly, placing the garment in the boy's lap and earning a sweet smile from the aforementioned.

Just as Willy had his little briefcase for his chocolates, you had your own, full of threads, needles, and buttons, which you just had to grab from the floor to get everything you needed. When you arrived back you settled at the little table and he remained attentive to your every movement, pulling out a chair so he could observe what you were about to do.

“There was a boy on the ship who helped me with these things,” he began to tell you, keeping his curious nose on your shoulder “But I never thought about learning. You know, for when I had to be alone”

“Well, it's lucky you ended up here. We are a curious collection of workers,” you murmured ironically, referring to all the people gathered there against their will by the work of fate "What did you do on the ship?"

"Cook. Mostly sweet things, but I also know a couple of useful non-chocolate-related recipes. I was the chef,” he said, and you laughed at the exaggerated way he pronounced the last bit.

Willy began to tell you about some of the adventures he had had on the high seas and you listened attentively as the tip of the needle went in and out to join the fabric. It only took a few minutes to get his clothes looking like new, taking the liberty of repairing other places that also needed it.

“Put it on,” you asked, trying not to look at him too much when he did so or pay attention to the way the jacket fit him perfectly.

"It is perfect! You can't even tell it was torn, huh?” he said with emotion, feeling with his hands as much as he could. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, it's nothing.”

“I insist,” the man murmured. His curly hair bounced across his cheeks as he sat next to you and he lifted his small briefcase off the floor, opening it to reveal all the little bottles of ingredients. “Your talent for mine. It's a fair exchange."

You had to admit that the chocolates you had eaten were a complete delicacy, but a part of you didn't want to get used to that luxury or you knew that when Willy was gone you would miss his sweetness. In the literal and figurative sense.

Locked in that laundry it was impossible to meet many people your age and Noodle was your greatest company, as if he were a little sister to you. But now that he was there, there was a certain happiness in chatting with him, much more now that his ingenious mind had devised a way to get you out of there even if it was just for a few hours to see the light of day and get coins from the sale of the chocolates to free you of the enormous debt to Mrs. Scrubbit.

“What flavor do you want to try today? Do you want me to add some unicorn skin glitter? Rays of sunlight from a twilight on the seashore? Tears of an African crocodile?”

“Just give me something you think I need,” you replied softly.

Willy thought about it for a moment, because it wasn't the kind of answer he would have expected. What was he supposed to give you that night? A little hope? Happiness? Nostalgia? It was difficult to decide.

Through his bright eyes you watched him reflect and just a second later his hands began to work. You noticed there was a hint of mischief in his smile as he poured milk, chocolate, and the contents of a couple of jars into the processor, glancing at you from the corner of his eye from time to time.

“What are you going to do when we get out of here?” he asked suddenly, not neglecting the tasks.

“Working in a sewing workshop, I guess.”

“Why don't you open your own fashion house?” Willy suggested carefreely, as if it were a very easy thing to do, “You are a great dressmaker.”

“And you are a great dreamer”

“It's my best quality,” he exclaimed, almost offended. You waited a moment before answering.

“I just don't think it's that simple. It requires effort, time, and a lot of money…”

“We will have everything,” he interrupted you, with that optimism that characterized him. Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and one of his hands traveled to take yours. “When I open my factory, we will all be able to fulfill our dreams. And you are going to have a fashion house, I promise you.”

“You make a lot of promises,” you responded, blushing.

“And he planned to fulfill them all. I always do it"

Maybe there was something about the softness of his grip on your hand or perhaps the sparkle in his eyes that made you look away out of sheer nervousness. He seemed to be good and innocent, to the point that he probably didn't even realize how close he was to you or how inappropriate the position would be if Noodle ever walked in.

A tap interrupted your moment and then he abruptly pulled away, excited to show you the product he had just made. It was a pretty circular candy that was bright pink and seemed to be emanating smoke from the inside.

"What's that?"

“You'll have to try it to find out,” he murmured, as he extended the treat in your direction.

You had to admit that you were somewhat curious to discover what the man was offering you, so you took it between your fingers carefully, and even under his watchful gaze you took a bite.

At first it tasted like ordinary chocolate, but then it took on a strange tone, which made you feel a certain warmth in your chest that spread to your cheeks. It was a most pleasant feeling, like bubbly joy combined with the embarrassment of a hug.

You thought for a moment about what flavor that could be, without any success, until after a few seconds you realized that it wasn’t a flavor in itself, but a feeling, an experience... Was it love that Willy had given you?

“How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you responded, covering your mouth so he wouldn’t see the wet chocolate on your tongue, but also to hide your smile “Delicious, actually. What does it contain?”

“A special and secret ingredient”

"Oh, come on! Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“I just want to know if I got it right,” he murmured and you frowned slightly, not understanding him “About what you asked for. Did I give you something you needed?”

You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling again, your cheeks feeling hot from the simple fact that he was looking at you. You thought that this could even be a love potion that you had consumed without thinking about it, just because he was the one who was offering it to you.

“We could say yes”

“We're even, then,” he exclaimed as he waved the sleeve of his jacket and you nodded in amusement, eating the rest of the chocolate he had made for you.

A yawn leaving your lips made you aware of how exhausted you were and although you didn't love the idea, you knew it was time to leave.

“It's late, I should go to sleep before we wake anyone up.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Willy said quickly, getting up from his seat to accompany you to the exit. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Rest,” you said kindly, and, gathering courage, you leaned forward a little to say goodbye with a hug that he gladly returned.

As you walked down the hall to your shabby, damp room, you thought that it probably wouldn't have even taken a love potion to fall for the charms of the pleasant chocolatier. You just needed one of his smiles.

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[blue-sadie]

The Slick Back

Shiv x Girlfriend Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 3 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in a small apartment in Moscow it reminds you of something and someone

Warning: shower sex

Yn/3rd person pov

My eyes slowly blinked open as I stretched out a groan leaving my throat as I shifted uncomfortably, I slowly sat up my eyes shooting open as my bed creaked loudly underneath me.

I looked down at the bed my eyes softening as I saw the torn and beaten up mattress and the wrecked bed frame, my lips slightly quivered as I remembered when I use to live like this before steven helped.

He helped me so much, helping my life get in gear keeping me grounded as I worked my way up, my heart ached as I thought back to when we first met everything was so special was it my fault everything changed.

A few tears escaped my eyes rolling down my cheeks and I let them it was said to see everything we built fall apart "I miss you guys" I whispered and slightly wiped my tears away before moving to the edge of the bed letting my legs hang off of it.

My slight blurred vision moved over the room, it was small and looked run down, the room only had a small window covered by tattered curtains and a door that looked really busted, I slowly stood up and made my way through to the window to look out of it.

What I looked down upon was a bustling street with loads of people crowding it and only a few cars here and there, my brows frowned slightly as I wondered where I was "maybe it's for the better I don't know" I murmured and stepped back from the window letting the curtain fall back into place.

I wondered into the next room which was slightly bigger then the bedroom it was cramped as the living room and dining room and the kitchen was only separated by a half wall and to my left was a small bathroom.

Each room was covered in a thin layer of dust and there was laundry thrown all over the bathroom, I used to be just like this never having the motivation to clean or to look after myself properly I hummed to myself slightly as I moved to the kitchen cringing slightly.

The small counter space was covered in dirty plates and cups the small of something bad filled my nose "yea I can't live with that" I murmured and huffed as I went to work on cleaning this place up, I started with the dishes to clear the counters and bagged all the trash around the apartment.

After that I went to picking up laundry putting it into a sorted piles before moving onto cleaning the floors and surfaces and lastly sorting out the bed, I was to busy humming to myself to notice the marc look a like admiring me from the door way.

His eyes stared at your ass as you bent over flattening the sheets on the bed, he bit his lip and raised his hand bringing it hard down on your ass, you screamed turning around and out of reflex you punched him causing him to hiss in pain.

"Shit baby doll its me shiv" he yelled putting his arms up in a surrender before quickly moving to his face covering the reddening patch of his face, "oh shit" I squeaked covering my mouth as I looked at him.

His russian accent startled me but the slap is what made me punch him, my eyes looked at him drifting up and down his body, he looked good in a red leather jacket with slicked back hair he looked as he would be in one of those detective movies or apart of the mafia.

"You throw a good punch" he muttered rubbing his cheek gently, I pressed my lips together as I stepped to him raising my hand to his face, he flinched at first before leaning into my touch "I'm sorry" I murmured making him smile slightly and shake his head.

"I should've announced I was here" he said his hands settling on my hips drawing little circles on my hips "I'm glad to see you up and cleaning" he murmured pushing his head into my neck his nose tickling my skin.

He kissed my neck tenderly whispering sweet things to me as he pulled me in closer his hands hugging my waist "I wish I could stay here forever but I really need to shower" he pulled back from me and quickly kissed my forehead but as he was about to turn and leave he stopped.

"How about you join me" he murmured looking back at me his eyes already filled with lust and desire I thought about it for a second before nodding "sure why not" I smiled before squealing out as he quickly picked me up.

He walked us into the bathroom placing me onto the small counter "fuck I really missed you doll" he growled his hands fumbling with his clothes as he rushes to take them off his eyes locked with mine.

I giggled as he almost fell as he kicked off his boxers "oh shush" he laughed as he kissed me, he quickly helped me on to the floor his hands quickly working to pull off my clothes "I miss the way your body feels against mine" he mumbled as he urged me into the shower.

He pressed me against the wall of the small shower it was the only way we could fit in together "I want you so bad" he muttered kissing the skin between my neck and shoulder lovingly I let out small whines and gasps as he pressed his body against mine.

"Get ready" he said, I opened my mouth to ask why but the cold water hitting us made a small scream leave my lips "that's cold" I squeaked my hands moving to grasp his shoulders tightly he laughed at my reaction, my body was tense intil the water turned warm.

"Fuck that was freezing" I muttered breathing out as the water ran over my body, he chuckled again biting his lip "but it wakes up the body doesn't" he murmured leaning down so we were face to face "awakens each part of you".

His hands traced up and down my body as he pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, I let my hands fall down his body to his cock, my hands wrapped around it making his breath hitch against my lips.

"Please doll please" he begged his voice shaking as he spoke I bit my lip as I teasingly ran my finger tips up and down his cock making him whine, "why don't you beg" I murmured which made him pause and look at me and I knew I fucked up.

He raised his eyebrow looking down at me "what was that baby doll" he asked his voice laced with a dominating tone, I blushed darkly looking away "n-nothing" I whispered his breath tickled my neck as he leaned closer to me his hand coming up to cup my face and force me too look at him.

"What did you say" he muttered but I didn't answer, he chuckled darkly and turned me over in a swift motion I gasped as I was pressed against the tiles "next time don't think your in control" he growled a slapped my ass a few times each time a gasp of pain left my lips.

"Aw such a red ass" he chuckled giving it one last smack before squeezing it, "you took it so well doll" he growled as he pressed his cock in between my thighs up against my core "now can you take something else" he teased.

I nodded my head eagerly pressing myself back against him "fuck" he muttered and moved himself to my entrance "shiv" I moaned as he slowly entered me making my hands helplessly hold onto the wall.

His thrusts pushed me further into the wall, his lips attached to the back of my neck leaving love bites along my skin "p-please" I whined as I felt a knot formed in my stomach, my eyes rolled back as I clenched around him making him grunt.

"Fuck I'm close" he groaned as his cock twitched inside me "cum with me cum with me doll" he grunted and I squealed out as I cum and soon after he filled me up with his seed, my knees buckled underneath me and he picked me up just intime.

"Go to sleep doll, I'll take care of everything all you have to do is rest"

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[nineinchnailpolish]

Ethan Hunt x GN Reader (Y/N Dunn)

•Warnings: kissing, lime, close to nsfw, not sure what else

•Pairing: Ethan Hunt x GN Y/N Dunn (Benji’s sibling)

•Word Count: 1249

“Benji, please! I promise I’ll stay safe and and you and the others will keep me safe,” you explained. Your older brother, Benji, is in the IMF. He works with all the spies and helps on cool missions. Ever since he told you about his work, you wanted to join. You want to help fight the bad guys and be a hero.

“I should have never told you about the IMF y/n…, it’s too dangerous. I can't risk losing you,” Benji cared for you a lot and he couldn’t handle not having you in his life.

“I can get trained by one of your friends, Ethan or whatever his name is. You can put me on easy stuff, please let me join. You love me don’t you? Don’t break a sibling's heart,” You gave him those puppy eyes he couldn’t say no to.

Benji sighed, “You really had to bring out the puppy eyes? Alright, fine. Let’s get you set up, but you will be in training for a while. Me and the others will decide when you are ready, understand?” you nodded your head.

-

It’s been a few months since you’ve been in the IMF and you will say, training isn’t easy. Ethan Hunt has been training you and he is strict. You do anything wrong and he will get on your ass about it.

After being surrounded by him for a while, you can’t help, but feel something when you see him. You try to ignore it, because your brother would never let that happen and you doubt Ethan would ever feel the same.

Ethan pins you on the ground as you were in your head thinking. “If this wasn’t training, I could have easily killed you. Now tell me, why are you dead?” Ethan was very close to your face and you felt warm.

“I-uh I was in my head and distracted myself,” you look the other way, embarrassed.

Ethan pulls you back up, “Don’t let your mind pull you away. You get lost in there and you are dead. If you don’t think at all though, you’re dead too. Let’s try again,” Ethan was working you to your limit. Now you understand a part of why your brother didn’t want you to do this, it’s fucking hard.

You start to spar again, approaching Ethan. You manage to punch him in the chest, but he instantly pins you down again. “Great punch, but you’re still dead. You need to be quick and when you can get the other person down, do it. Don’t waste a second,” Ethan flashed a quick smile and helped you up once more.

“I get I’m sucking right now, but you are being cocky. Put that smile away, before I punch it out of you,” he chuckled at your threat.

“I’d like to see you try sweetheart,” he winked at you.

As Ethan went to pin you once more, you fell to the floor and grabbed your foot. “Ow, ow, ow! It hurts really bad Ethan. I don’t know what happened,” Ethan rushed over to you, sitting down. He looked at your foot and looked back at you worried. You’ve never seen him like that, but your trick worked. He was distracted at that moment and you used your chance to twist him around, pinning him.

You sat on his chest, holding his arms down and you had the biggest grin on your face. “Your leg wasn’t hurt? I was worried y/n!” Ethan sighed relieved you weren’t hurt, but annoyed you tricked him like that.

“I had to distract you in some way! I was just using what you taught me, you should be proud I got you down,” he smiled at you, knowing you were right.

“Well, good job then. When you get out there, use a way of distraction against people,” Ethan told you. You then realized you’ve been sitting on his chest for a long time and started to blush. As you went to get off him, his arms grabbed your hips. Sitting you back down. “Ethan…” he moved one of his hands to your face and you leaned down kissing him. The kiss instantly got heated and he sat up, so you were sitting in his lap.

He pulled away from the kiss smirking. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you arrived here,” he kissed you again. Your fingers went to his twist in his hair, pulling when you moaned. He started kissing down your face and to your neck. He kissed and sucked on a certain spot, leaving a little mark. It felt so good, he really knew what he was doing.

You started grinding in his lap and he moaned in your ear. “Careful sweetie, I won’t be able to control myself much longer,” you smirked at him.

“Don’t control yourself, I want it. I want you Ethan,” you kissed him again, using your tongue. You both moaned into the kiss and he started changing positions, about to lay you on the floor.

Then you heard a voice.

“Y/n, I wanted to show you something really quick! Sorry to take you from training, but it won’t be long,” your brother said.

Panick rushed to the both of you and you pushed off of each other. Adjusting your clothes and standing up, just before your brother came in.

“You two must have been pushing it! I see you’re very sweaty and red,” Benji turned to close the door as you quickly looked at Ethan, smirking. “Okay, so I saw this- y/n…what’s that on your neck?” Benji walked closer to you, pointing at the hickie.

Your eyes widened as you backed up slowly. “It's nothing! Probably just a-uh rash hah,” you instantly knew he wasn’t convinced.

“Ethan did this to you? Ethan, you did this to my sibling?” Ethan looked away from Benji, worried. “I’m going to kill you!” Benji raced to Ethan trying to grab him. He chased him around the room as you tried to stop him.

“Benji please! Nothing happened besides some kisses on the lips and neck, I promise. I actually really like Ethan and it’s not just gonna be a silly fling,” you told your brother, but he wasn’t convinced.

Ethan stepped in, “Y/n is telling the truth. I care for them, Benji. I tried to ignore it, because of you and because of being in the IMF…but I really like them. I won’t break their heart and I want to try to make it work as much as it can. We will be careful and I will make sure they don’t get hurt on missions, ever.” you hadn’t heard Ethan be so sweet, it made your heart melt.

Benji had tears in his eyes and he hugged you both. “Alright, just protect them when I can’t and if you break their heart, I will end you,” you all laughed. “Oh, and don’t do this shit again. I’d rather you not have sex with my sibling, but if you do at least don’t do it in public! I could have walked in on something worse and you would’ve been dead. That, I’m being serious,” you both blushed, giving Benji an “okay.”

Benji walked out and Ethan turned to you. “When everyone goes to bed, I’ll go to your room tonight?” you nodded your head and Ethan smirked. He gave you one last kiss and then you two headed out.

Hey, what Benji doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.

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[ghostgirl101]

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅰ of Ⅱ

|| Word Count: 1.5K || Angst → Fluff ||

A/N: I had this as a big idea that I had to get down before the basic headcanons and stuff, so here's my take on our Lisan al Gaib 😎 if you like this then hit me up for some relationship headcanons and the like, I'm up for it all. Enjoy reading or watching the movie if you haven't already - I'm going again lol, and screen X is the best way to experience it fr Also I feel like I should write a second part to this lmao, if you liked what you read?

You weren't one for dreams of destiny.

The dreams you had seemed meaningless, confusing, nothing to do with what ifs and what could. Not like his.

But you always seemed to feel some kind of atmosphere, an aura you couldn't quite shake off, even when you woke up from the darkness. There was no face to go with the voice, the voice in the dark that called to you in whispers that you didn't understand. Beautiful words that weren't yours, but sounded so soft and gentle and powerful, as they reached out to you from distant lands.

You could never place them, pin them down and study them, understand them, until the day the Emperor was challenged by a ghost of a lost House, thought to be dead, left to be forgotten. You stand near the Emperor and his guards and men, the Great Houses looming and listening from higher above, as the Fremen fill up the space to watch the confrontation in spirited anticipation.

The life debt was paid. The late Emperor was overthrown. The ascendancy of Paul Atreides rose and took from the throne to claim it.

His attention flicks from his eyes boring coldly into the Emperor's, to meet yours, his voice smooth and set, full of conviction and force.

"Our destiny is together. I'll take her."

Your eyes widen slightly as his words sink in, blinking through the shock and incredulity that rushes through you and makes your heart race in apprehension and wonder. Though his voice twins with your wandering dreams, you don't know whether to feel fascination and longing, or fear and cautiousness at some greater force beyond your understanding, playing out before your very eyes.

"I..." your voice falters in uncertainty and disbelief, and you try again. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me well," Paul responds with an undying, stoic certainty that's almost unnerving. "As I know you."

His eyes study you, his Spice-stained blue eyes bleeding into yours, scanning every freckle on your face and curve of your outfit. Assessing you, knowing you, ridiculous throngs of power filling his aura and projecting onto you with his intense stare. You have to fight not to shiver under it, ultimately failing.

"What of me?" is the wisest reply you can think of before the silence stretches into dangerous uncertainty.

"Everything," Paul says evenly, but there's no mistaking the challenge and determination in his tone, almost daring you to reject him, to disagree, a built-up desire of dreamt promises resolving his stand. "I choose you, as my Empress. We will rule together, over the Empire."

Scepticism and bewilderment washes over you and makes your blood heat and stir, retreating into silence as he takes a step closer to you, gazing at you as if you're the most curious, exotic being he's ever seen.

Desire threatens to override Paul Atreides' reason, clinging onto the hope and chance of a narrow way through to light, a light that could only be sought out with you by his side. Without you, there was nothing in sight but pools of blood replacing luscious marine life and oceans running through Arrakis, disarray and disillusion at every turn and infecting every heart.

You were absolutely perfect.

And you were already his, long before this moment, before you and he were born into the world and named. There was no manipulation needed, because everything was laid out for him to take, welcoming him to rule and grow higher and higher. Fate had bonded you and strung you along to here and now, and as you blink up into his bright eyes that narrow slightly at you, frowning softly as if you hadn't understood his demand.

"Do you know what I am?"

You pause for a moment, speaking slowly and cautiously, as the crowd of Fremen and the wary, late Emperor watch on in tense wordlessness. "You are Leto Atreides' son. Former Duke of Caladan."

"What I am," Paul repeats evenly, "not who I am." He stares at you in silence for another beat, before speaking up again. "Do you know of the Bene Gesserit?"

You stop yourself from glancing in Lady Jessica's direction just in time; the runes patterning her skin, her once soft eyes now spiked with an unfamiliar darkness of ages past. Anyone could get trapped in her watchful glare, and her son's holds almost as much intensity.

"No," you decide on hesitantly.

"Kwisatz Hederach," he adds, taking another step forward until you can feel his breath tickling your cheeks, standing above you with unspoken grace and vigor. "I see the future. A part of me is the future."

His hand is suddenly squeezing yours warmly and tightly, making you flinch slightly and glance down at them before looking back up at him.

"In this future, I am with you."

All you can do is stare at him in awe and wariness, not knowing whether to let your curiosity guide you, or distance yourself as far as possible from the boy who reigns over the dunes.

"Why?" you whisper, the crowds seeming to fade around you as you focus on the boy in front of you, his fingers tangling with yours boldly.

"I've seen it," Paul insists, his tone a touch softer in thought and wistfulness. "All of it. When I am with you..." His grip tightens over yours, the fire in his eyes returning. "We're unstoppable."

"And..." your words dry before you can speak them, and you will yourself to go on, unable to break away from the deep blue hues of his gaze. "And without?"

His jaw visibly clenches at your question, and his hand drops yours, shaking his head only answer as he glances away in slight frustration.

"You don't have the leisure of choice. It's all been made for you, written in the sands and stars, and what you need to do is walk in its path. I will show you the way. You have no other. Do you understand?"

The firmness is strong in his words and glare, making you look away from him too, still in a slight stun over the rush of events. In less than a day, your freedom has been stripped to this young man's desires and destiny, entwined with yours. You, who barely knew him until now, only familiar with his voice, his words, that echoed and rang in your head like a lullaby.

But this feels so harsh and strict. The eyes of the former Emporer linger between the two of you, and Paul's army of Fremen stand behind him attentively, some gazing at you in admiration and hope, of their messiah's promised bride. And she is beautiful.

"That's unfair."

"The future is unfair," Paul says calmly, his collected, cool tone wavering for a moment. "But it will be so much worse without you by my side, and I will not accept that. Not for my people... not for myself."

You stare at him in fascination and caution, lost for words. His fingers rise to brush against the skin of your cheek, sending tingles in their wake and making you fight back the automatic reaction, your eyes following his surprisingly gentle touch. Two fingers trace down the shape of your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head slightly upwards. Just one step closer, and your lips would be touching too.

"Name anything," he murmurs to you, the Fremen straining to hear his voice as it reaches you effortlessly, his expression earnest and determined. "Anything. And it is yours. Only if you willingly wed me in turn. Not as a concubine, nor a mistress."

You blink, then blink again, taken aback as a million thoughts and suggestions race through your mind and make your head spin for a split second. You glance at the elder Emperor, who gazes back at you and the infamous Lisan al Gaib wearily, his eyes clouded with sombreness and light spite.

"I... I don't," you shake your head, overwhelmed by an impossible choice. "I don't know..."

Paul's expression softens into a smile you haven't seen before, one that makes your cheeks flush with colour as you watch him; a gentle, amused smile that's somehow familiar and unfamiliar all at once, one meant just for you, as he disregards his surroundings.

"You will know," he replies quietly, "and I will have you, and protect you, rule with you. Love you. As I am meant to."

Paul suddenly brings you closer, pulling you into a searing kiss without warning. The exotic, earthy taste of the Spice on his tongue floods your senses and sends shudders of ecstasy and heat coursing under your skin and hushing the myriad of thoughts buzzing in your mind in an instant.

When he pulls away, all too soon, you find yourself chasing his lips before you catch yourself, and Paul gives you another soft smile, his forehead resting against yours as your eyes lock.

"And as I long to," he finishes against your lips, his words grounded with a look of protectiveness and desire that makes you instinctively relax further in his hold.

⊹⊹⊹

From beyond you both, his mother smiles slightly at the scene, a hand hovering over her rounded stomach.

The first step has been made.

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

felix and his gf being at saltburn and felix noticed ollie acting weird towards her and gets upset at him!!!!!!

The eyes, Chico. || Felix Catton x reader

A/n: YAY TY FOR THE REQUEST! PLS SEND THRU MORE

Warnings: fem!reader, Oliver being a creep, swearing, smoking, if there’s anything else lmk!

Wc: 826

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Feeling Felix’s thumb rub circles on your back, you flutter your eyes open and are met with his smile. "Mornin', baby," he greets you, and you respond with a lazy smile, relishing the comforting embrace of his body. His chuckle resonates through his chest, a gentle vibration against you. "It's too early, Felix," you murmur softly, wanting to fall back into slumber.

"Breakfast starts soon, aren't you hungry?" Felix questions, a playful tone lacing his words. You shake your head. "Yes, you are. Don't lie. I can hear your stomach," he asserts with a laugh, and you can't help but crack a smile in response. "Fine," you concede.

You and Felix make your way to the kitchen, where the aroma of breakfast awaits. You greet everyone good morning, almost forgetting that Oliver is here at Saltburn too.

You don’t understand why Felix invited him over; they barely know each other. Even when you confront your boyfriend about it, he just says that he feels bad for him, that he's going through some things at home.

Honestly, he's sort of a strange guy. You always catch him looking away from you when you look at him, around school, his eyes widen the slightest when he sees you walking down the corridors, and then he focuses his gaze on the ground. One time, he even bumped into a pole because he wasn't looking where he was going.

But today, he seems even more odd. The unease is palpable as you sit down at the table. The morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.

As you and Felix engage in light morning banter, you catch Oliver staring at you. His gaze is intense, lingering longer than is comfortable. At first, you dismiss it, thinking maybe he's just lost in thought. However, the oddity of his behavior becomes more apparent as the meal progresses.

Oliver’s eyes follow your every move, and you feel an unsettling awareness of his gaze on you. It’s as if his attention is fixated solely on you. You exchange a glance with Felix, who seems oblivious to Oliver’s strange behavior at first.

You try to focus on your plate, on the conversation with Felix, but the weight of Oliver’s gaze is distracting. It’s not the kind of attention you want or need, especially coming from a guy who's already odd enough.

You try to enjoy breakfast, but the uneasy feeling persists. Oliver’s eyes seem to follow you, and you sense a strange tension in the air. However, as the minutes pass, even Felix begins to sense the unease in the air.

“You alright, Ollie?” Felix's timely interjection is a relief. Oliver shifts his focus from you to Felix and responds with a casual, "Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm good." A smile graces his face as he savors a spoonful of breakfast as your eyes flicker between the two, watching the interaction. You can't help but wonder if Venetia or Farleigh picked up on the awkward tension in the air.

As breakfast concludes, you can’t shake off the lingering discomfort. “Remind me why you brought Oliver to Saltburn again?” You question your boyfriend beside you as you continue your skincare routine.

Felix, sensing the need for discretion, swiftly moves to the door leading to Oliver's room. "Shh, don't be so loud," he cautions in a hushed tone, closing the door behind him with a sense of urgency.

"Darling, I know he's been acting weird—" Felix begins, coming up behind you, but you swiftly cut him off. "Oh, he's been acting more than weird. I could barely focus at breakfast with his eyes on me," you huff, applying sunscreen to your face, preparing for a day out in the sun by the lake. The tension in the air is palpable as you address the unease surrounding Oliver's peculiar behavior.

"I know, I know. He just has a... tendency to stare. He's probably admiring how gorgeous you are. Aren't you used to the stares?" He bends down to kiss your cheek, and you roll your eyes in response.

"He should know it's rude to stare," you say in a sing-song voice as you pack up your skincare products. "Don't mind him," Felix adds, his large hands wrapping around your bare stomach, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

The hot temperature outside and the high UV ray lead you, Venetia, Farleigh, Felix, and Oliver outside to lounge by the lake. As you settle on the blanket, the odd tension with Oliver becomes more pronounced. He positions himself nearby, and you catch him stealing glances at you.

It’s not the casual glances friends share; they're lingering, intense stares that make you uneasy. You exchange puzzled glances with Venetia, both of you trying to make sense of Oliver’s peculiar behavior.

“That Oliver has a staring problem, doesn’t he?” Venetia comments, readjusting her sunglasses that sit on her nose. “You saw the stares this morning right?” You turn your head towards her as she does the same. “I think everyone could sense the awkwardness between you two.”

You sigh, closing your eyes and turning your head back. “He’s so strange. I still can’t wrap my head around why Felix invited him here.” You try to focus on the conversation with Venetia, hoping to ignore Oliver’s odd glances. However, his behavior persists.

As you and Venetia engage in conversation by the lounge chairs, Oliver’s attention seems solely fixed on you. It’s as if he’s not present in the moment, lost in his own thoughts. The picturesque surroundings lose their charm as the atmosphere becomes charged with an unspoken tension.

“Is he looking,” You say lowly to Venetia, who discreetly looks behind you before humming. “Fucks sake,” You groan, turning your head only to find his eyes looking at his hands. Rolling your eyes, you gravitate your gaze to Felix right beside you.

Felix, sensing the unease, stands up to move his chair closer to yours, a protective gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when he places his large hand on your thigh. You appreciate his presence, but the situation with Oliver casts a shadow over what should have been a carefree day by the lake.

The discomfort peaks when you decide to take a break and lie down on the blanket, soaking up the sun’s warmth. Venetia joins you, and you both close your eyes, attempting to find solace in the peaceful surroundings.

However, Oliver’s peculiar behavior doesn’t wane. As you lie there, eyes closed, you sense his eyes on you, a prickling awareness that mars the tranquility of the moment. You open your eyes to find Oliver glancing at you again, a furtive gaze that makes you uneasy.

Venetia, too, notices the strange dynamic and shoots you a concerned look. You spot Farleigh and Felix in deep conversation, Farleigh glancing at Oliver from time to time before giving you a look, silently communicating the shared discomfort.

“Fuck this, I’m going to take a bath,” You mutter annoyed as everyone watches you get up from your towel. Perching your sunglasses on your head, you walk over to Felix. “I’m going to take a bath,” You lean down to kiss him as he hums.

“I’ll come join you in a sec,” He says, his hands toying with the strings on your bikini bottoms. With a brief exchange of nods, you make your way back to Saltburn and to Felix’s bathroom, which connected to Oliver’s room.

The cold water is already calling your name, promising respite from the tension that clings to the air. Closing the door behind you, you take a deep breath, hoping the solitude of the bath will provide the sanctuary you need.

Little do you know that the shadows of unease follow you into the bathroom. As you start to run the water, the events of the morning replay in your mind. The odd glances, the tension at breakfast—all of it weaves into a disconcerting tapestry.

Stripping off your bikini-clad body, you let out a moan of relief when your warm body makes contact with the cold water. Lighting up a cigarette, another sigh of relief escapes you.

Unbeknownst to you, Felix decides to retrieve something from Oliver’s room. As he opens the door, the scene before him freezes him in his tracks. Oliver, standing too close, is peering through the crack of the bathroom door, watching you in the bath.

Felix’s initial surprise gives way to a flash of anger. “What the fuck, Ollie?” he exclaims, his voice cutting through the silence. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the commotion outside. You hear Felix yelling as you quickly get out the tub, wrapping a robe around your naked body before emerging from the bathroom.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams as Oliver stammers, caught red-handed, unable to form a coherent response. You move beside Felix, rubbing your hand up and down his arm, trying to ease him down.

“You can’t just invade someone’s privacy like that,” Felix continues, his tone sharp. “What were you thinking, watching through the door like some creep?” His eyes were blown out, his face red as Oliver just stood there distressed.

“That’s so fucked up, Oliver.” You say quietly, though your tone and glare were ice cold. Oliver, looking sheepish and guilty, attempts to explain himself. “I-I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Felix’s frustration deepens, and he points out, “Sorry is going to cut it, mate. What’s been going on with you? The staring, the weird glances—it’s not normal, man. We’re supposed to be friends. She’s my girlfriend, and you’ve been creeping her the fuck out!”

The room is charged with tension as the two friends face off. Felix, normally calm and collected, is visibly shaken by the breach of trust. You stand there, wrapped in a towel, feeling a mixture of concern and disgust for Oliver and an urge to comfort Felix.

Oliver, fumbling for words, finally admits, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I messed up, and I completely understand if you’re mad.” Felix lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back as Oliver gulps.

“Mate, we’re more than just mad. What you did is so fucking wrong,” Felix spat as Oliver says nothing but nods his head lightly. "I think it’s best if you leave, Ollie," you tighten the robe around your body as Felix lets out a deep sigh, running his hands through his hair as Ollie nods, his gaze on the ground.

“Of course. I’m sorry again,” he apologizes as you give him one final look, grabbing Felix’s arm and pulling him with you back into the bathroom. Felix looks over his shoulder at Oliver, slamming the door shut and locking it.

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[hopip99]

I've Got You

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A/N: Hey guys. I've decided to reinvest myself in the Divergent fandom. This is a Peter Hayes x Reader fic based on the scene where Tris is ambushed and nearly thrown into the chasm. I don't really know how to feel about this one. I couldn't get my thoughts in order for this one and might redo it later under a different name, but for now, this is how it turned out. I'd really appreciate some feedback on this one.

Summary: After barely scraping by in stage one of Dauntless initiation, Y/N climbs the ranks quickly in stage two. Rather than being intimidated by her sudden success, Peter is impressed that the meek girl from his old faction is finally proving that she belongs in Dauntless. She's one of his only friends and he'd protect her at any cost, especially against the other initiates.

WC: 1838

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of being buried alive, attempted murder, general violence.

Dauntless initiation was, in the simplest terms, hell. The first day was easy. Well, it was easy compared to the nineteen days that would follow. Day one was the day the dependents chose their factions. The Dauntless initiates climbed up to the tracks and boarded a moving train, and if they didn’t make it on the train, they became factionless. They jumped from that same train over a gap between the tracks and the top of part of the Dauntless compound. If they didn’t jump, they were factionless; if they jumped but didn’t clear the gap, they were dead. Then Dauntless leadership made them jump through a hole that dropped them several stories; they were factionless if they didn’t jump. Y/N is a transfer initiate from Candor with Christina, Peter, Al, Molly, Drew, and Sean. However, she wasn’t friends with them back in their old faction. She always kept to herself, so when she decided to jump right after Tris, the other former members of Candor were impressed. 

Days two through eight were filled with grueling physical training. The initiates learned to shoot guns, throw knives, fight, and build strength and endurance. Y/N had barely scraped through the first part of the initiation, ranking as number nineteen of twenty-one. The only initiates that ranked below her were Tris and Al. She likely would’ve ranked higher if she hadn’t been paired with people much higher on the board for the fights. The only things that pushed her above the red line were her alarmingly accurate knife-throwing skills and her near-immaculate aim during firearms training. She enjoys what essentially becomes two days off after stage one of training. The ninth day was meant to be visiting day, where all the transfers could see their parents again, but Y/N had no one to come and see her.

As soon as stage two begins, Y/N begins to climb through the ranks, and her average time getting through each of her fears is only four minutes. She’s second only to Tris in her fear simulations. Unfortunately, the fiercely competitive nature of all of the initiates, her rapid climb through the ranks has painted a target on her back the same way it had for Tris. Unlike the others, though, she was one of the few who had become friends with Peter, and he’d helped patch her up more than once after intense training sessions. He was no less sarcastic with her, but there was much less hostility in his tone when they spoke, and he tried to pick fights with anyone who would harass her when he was within eyeshot. Y/N would roll her eyes each time and remind him that she could care for herself even if she wasn’t as strong as most other initiates. She had no idea that she’d live to regret turning down Peter’s invitation to join him for dinner after they decided to get tattoos to celebrate getting through stage one of initiation.

After the fourth day of their fear simulations, Y/N made her way up to the ninth position in the ranks. She had been proud of herself, but she’d been left reeling and sick to her stomach as she’d been forced to live through being buried alive in the simulation. Not only was she afraid of being stuck in a confined space, she’d seen all of her friends watching her be buried alive and do nothing. The only person who had seen her fear had been Four, but she couldn’t look any of her friends in the eye after that particular fear simulation. She forced herself to go with Peter to get tattoos after that because she had already promised him she would. 

“Come grab dinner with me, Y/N. I haven’t seen you eat anything today,” Peter encouraged, watching Y/N admire the new Dauntless emblem on her left forearm. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was very concerned for her and he was wary about letting her go off on her own after seeing several initiates glare daggers at her whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

“Didn’t realize you were so concerned about my eating habits, Hayes,” she joked, glancing up at her friend. “I’m not hungry, so I think I’ll head to the training room and get a bit of a workout in. I know that stage one is over, but I want to get better at fighting.” Peter simply nodded, knowing that arguing would not do any good even though everything in his body told him that letting her go off by herself was a bad idea.

“Alright, fine. Just don’t wake me up when you’re hungry in the middle of the night,” he snarked, though his tone was playful before he turned and walked to the cafeteria despite his better judgment. He could barely eat his dinner with the pit that settled in his stomach, so he decided to go find Y/N to try and get rid of the uneasy feeling that plagued him.

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Y/N had gone to the training room to get some extra training. She only left when fatigue finally started seeping into her joints, and her hands were raw from the rough leather of the punching bag. She’d been no stranger to late-night walks, nor was she any stranger to taking the long way around to the transfers’ dormitory. As usual, she decided to take the long way around to the dormitory and followed the winding path that overlooked the chasm. She didn’t expect two sets of hands to grab her just as she’d turned down the hall to the dormitory.

“What the hell?” she’d cried out, the startled exclamation escaping her lips much louder than she’d intended as she started to struggle against her assailants’ grips. “Damn it, let go of me!” she screamed, scrunching her body and kicking her legs out to full extension. It had thrown one of the masked initiates off balance for a brief moment, but they’d quickly recovered and continued to drag her, kicking and screaming, towards the chasm. “Get the fuck off!” she shouted again, managing to throw her head back into the other attacker’s nose. She couldn’t help the ghost of a satisfied smile appearing on her lips as she heard the familiar sickening crack of a nose breaking and the person dropping her.

She cried out in pain, however, when her head hit against the solid path after being dropped. The impact left her dizzy, her kicks against the other person dragging her suddenly a lot less powerful. They were talking, but it sounded like they were underwater. She only managed to make out a very muffled “Hurry up and get her over before someone finds us!” followed by a very loud “Hey! Get the fuck away from her!” and footsteps pounding towards her. She forced her eyes to stay open and made out Peter’s blurry figure throwing punches and kicks. He used almost every fighting trick they’d learned against the two initiates, not letting up until he was satisfied they were down for the rest of the night. Both assailants were left with broken noses, black eyes, probably several broken ribs, and concussions and several cuts all over their faces from being thrown against the wall.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll get you to the infirmary,” Peter’s muffled voice sounded as she felt his arms slide under her knees and upper back to lift her into his arms. Dazed as she was, she managed to wrap her arms around his neck for a bit of extra support as he carried her back to the dormitory. To say that everyone was shocked at the sight of Peter carrying a battered Y/N would’ve been an understatement, but neither Peter nor Y/N cared what the others thought. He set her down to sit upright against the wall on his bed. “Don’t go getting yourself beat up again while I get a rag to clean you up,” he mocked, though Y/N didn’t miss the genuine concern in his tone.

True to his word, Peter returned only a few moments later and took a wet rag to her face. He wiped away the blood and dirt that stained her face, neck, hands, and arms with a tenderness no one in the room realized that Peter was capable of. The second he was done, he tossed the rag at Tris, scooped Y/N into his arms, and stood up. “Take care of that for me, stiff,” he taunted as Tris caught the rag and he made his way out of the dorm and down to the infirmary. He tried to recount what had happened to the medical staff as calmly as he could, but even thinking about what had happened made him see red, and he had to fight against the urge to go back and finish those two off. Even though he wanted to return, he stayed by her side all night.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N mumbled the second she caught sight of Peter the next morning. “What am I doing here?” she added as she took in her surroundings and the pounding ache in her head.

“Are you serious? Two assholes almost threw you into the chasm last night, and you’re asking why I’m here?” he scoffed, looking at her incredulously. “I brought you to the infirmary last night because you hit your head pretty damn hard. I wasn’t going to let you just lay there where anyone could come along and throw you over.” He missed the slight smile on her lips, still fuming over the fact that she’d been attacked.

“Thanks for saving my ass last night, but I’ll have you know that I broke one of their noses before you came to my rescue,” she declares, grinning a bit at the eye roll he gave her in return. “Seriously, though, Peter. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Whatever. You know I’ve got your back, no matter how annoying you are,” he said with another eye roll as he stood up. “You’ve been given the day off of fear simulations. I’ve got to go. I’ll be back to check on you later,” he murmured and squeezed her hand gently, looking as though he was having an internal battle before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve got you, but I really don’t want you doing something stupid and getting yourself killed before I come back today. You understand?” he chastised.

“Yes, Peter, I understand,” Y/N whispered, squeezing his hand back. “I’ll be right here when you come back.” With a satisfied nod, he turned around and left for his fear simulation. He may have been one of the most infuriating people Y/N had ever met, but she was glad he was her friend and had her back. After all, she would’ve been dead had he not trusted his gut and come to find her.

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