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Elevator- JamesPotter x GN!Reader

WC: 950

You are stuck in a muggle elevator with James Potter, Who wont stop flirting with you

Tags: Fluff, angst(?), Sarcastic reader, Slytherin reader, Flirty James Potter, Insecure reader

A/N: Wrote this from a prompt, trying to dip my toes into the Marauders fandom not a fully fleshed out fic or anything. A little experiment

“This might be a bad time to mention it, but I really like your perfume.”

“Oh shut up,” You said with a scowl as you once again pushed the emergency button.

Professor Corbyn had thought it a wonderful idea to assign the seventh year class a lengthy list of ‘muggle activities’ to complete. She had also thought up the brillant of idea of assigning partners randomly. Though you had your doubts about the “randomness”.

Still, it was a project worth a good chunk of your grade. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't blow it off. Which is how you ended up stuck in an elevator with James fucking Potter. James who thought your perfume was of utmost importance at the moment.

“No seriously, it's quite lovely.”

You ignored him and pressed the call button. A moment passed…..Nothing. Great, not even the phone was working.

“Where did you get it? From Diagon alley or-”

“Can you be useful for once?” You interrupted.

James pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning on, “Can you apparate?”

“No.” You admitted begrudgingly. Getting your license was on your to do list, there just hadn't been enough time. You were really starting to regret not putting it up higher on your list. You fanned yourself with your hand.

“Someone will come for us eventually.” James said with a shrug. He seemed completely care free and not at all worried about the situation at hand.

“Yeah. If we don't die from heatstroke before then.” You settled against the wall opposite of him and slid down till you were seated. It was just a tad bit cooler down on the floor.

“I know how you could cool off.” James said with a smirk. Just in case you hadn't understood his comment, he lifted just the hem of his shirt to reveal a sliver of tanned skin. You quickly looked away, but not before you caught a glimpse of a dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“Oh fuck off.”

James copied you and slid down to the floor. Instead of sitting with his legs tucked up to his chest like yours, he instead stretched them all the way out. The elevator was tiny and James’ legs were long, the sides of his red converse knocked against your thighs. Cloth shopping had been another part of the project.

“Have I told you your shoes are ugly?”

“Many times,” James responded unphased, “You just don't like them because they're red.”

“Horrible color.”

“I think you'd look really nice in red. Got one shade specifically in mind actually.”

“Yeah, no” You fidgeted with the fraying sleeve of your dark green jumper. House pride was taken very seriously in Hogwarts. Wearing gryffindor red was an act of betrayal.

“You would,” He insisted, “I even have a jumper that would look perfect on you! Says ‘Potter’ right across the back.”

“Careful now James, I might think you're hitting on me.”

“Did it take you this long to notice?”

You knocked his foot away with your palm. James allowed it before he returned it back to tapping against your thigh. He was such a tease. He had been on this since you two got assigned partners.

“Ha Ha very funny,” You replied dryly.

He tapped his foot rhythmically against your leg, you tried your best to ignore it. The elevator was completely silent. The music had cut off when the elevator had come to a sudden stop with a metallic screech. There was nothing but the sounds of James and your breathing.

Your whole body was on edge. You couldn't help but keep anticipating the worst. Any movement made you feel like the elevator would go crashing to the ground below, You were stuck on the seventh floor and you had heard one to many horror stories.

“I'm bored,” James said, “We should do something.”

“Like what?”

“Why don't we play a game of truth or dare?” suggested James.

“Truth or dare? Seriously?”

“What else do you have in mind?” he replied smugly.

“Fine, let's play.” you agreed reluctantly.

“Okay, I'll start. Truth or dare?” James challenged.

You sat for a moment, mulling over your choices. There weren't many dare options while stuck in an elevator, but everyone and their mothers knew James Potter was a master prankster. He could probably come up with something within a second. Hell, he probably already had fifty dares planned out. Better to play it safe then.

“Truth.”

“Okay..” James pretended to think for a moment, he stroked his chin and gazed up at the roof dramatically, “Why don't you like me?”

Oh. Straight into it. You looked away from him uncomfortably. The thing was, you didn't not like him. Honestly, it was the opposite. But you couldn't let him know that. You would never hear the end of it.

“I don't not like you…You're just loud…” You said carefully.

“I think i’m quite charming honestly,” James smirked.

“Yeah, you think that.” You said with an eye roll

“You don't think I am?” James tilted his head to the side, one loose curl fell in front of his eyes. God damn it. Yes, you wanted to say. I've thought that you are charming since fourth year. But of course, you don't say any of it.

“Not at all.”

“You're forgetting the rules of the game again.” He teased. He leaned forward, only a couple inches closer than before, but still all too close.

“I’m not lying.” You attempted to sound confident and self assured but you couldn't manage to bring your voice above a whisper.

The gods must have heard your prayers because the phone on the wall rang. James and you stared at each other for a moment. He finally pulled his eyes away from you and stood up to answer the phone. You and your feelings were safe for another day.

#james potter #james x reader #james potter x reader #james x you #james potter x y/n #mauraders #mauraders x reader #harry potter x reader

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Bloodied Up: Ghost x FEM!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Blood, Blood Kink, Period sex, Oral while reader is on her period

Word Count: 500

Requests: OPEN!!!

GIF IS NOT MINE!

“Can I eat you out?”

You can't help but blush at the question. He asks it like he didn't ask to give you oral but instead like it was just a simple everyday question like “Can you pass me that water.” Despite your embarrassment, I want to immediately set in. To say Simon was good with his tongue was an understatement.

But still, You cross your legs and shake your head. “I’m on my period,” You say.

His response is instant, “So?”

“So? So I'm bleeding Simon.”

“I don't care.” He states it so plainly, like he really doesn't care.

And he truly doesn't. Here he is kissing along the soft inner parts of your thighs, taking his sweet time leaving his mark along them, squeezing and needing your flesh. You shift impatiently on the towel you had put down. “Simon.” You whine, You tilt your hips up trying to convince him to stop teasing you.

“Hush, let me take care of you.”

He places a small kiss to the hood of your clit, brown eyes staring up at you watching every little reaction. Your hips twitch underneath his tight grip. Finally, his tongue darts out, licking a long strip from your hole up to your clit.

You gasp and cover your face with your mouth with your hands. You feel a twinge of embarrassment, you can't possibly taste good right now and can't wrap your head around the fact that Simon wanted to even do this when you were on your period.

But Simon doesn't seem to mind, in fact he seems to be enjoying himself. He hums against your pussy as his tongue teases your hole. He presses himself into you, nose bumping against your clit as he eats your pussy. You wonder if he can even breathe, but that thought is quickly expelled from your mind as he tongue flicks over your clit. You moan and your hand buries itself into his hair, gripping and pulling slightly. He groans against you and the vibration sends you shaking.

His tongue doubles in pace and your legs quickly try to close but his hands keep them pulled apart, keeping you nice and spread for him.

Your legs have just started to shake when he pulls away. You whine, and prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. You're about to ask what's wrong but the question catches in your throat. He looks up at you, blood smeared all across the lower half of his face. He licks his lips before he dives back in.

#cod x reader #cod x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #Smut #ghost smut #cod smut

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Soap Drabble NSFW

Requests: OPEN!!!

“Open your mouth.” He demanded, his tone rough and harsh.

Your mouth opens before you even decide you want to. It's too hard to think when his cock is pummeling in and out of you, hitting harshly against your walls.

He spits into you mouth and clamps his hand over your mouth and nose so you have no choice but to swallow it.

“That's it, take it,” He growls. He drops his weight onto you, crushing you in-between his sweaty skin and the creaking mattress. His thrust never loss rhythm as he licks and nips at your throat, leaving behind wet angry marks. He bites particularly rough into the junction where your neck meets your shoulders and it sends you gasping hand flying up to grip at his mohawk.

#cod x reader #soap x you #soap x y/n #john mactavish x reader #John Mactacvish x you

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knapptapp · 1 year

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WHERE YOU ARE YOU OK WHY HAVENT U POSTED U GOOD 😭😭

YES SCHOOL HAS BEEN KILLING ME SO MANY TESTS BUT I AM BACK NOW!!!

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Without Me You'd Just Disappear

Yan!Ghost x Reader

Word Count: 1,970

Part 2 of Your Nothing Without Me

Part one Here!

Sometimes he comes in and sits on the corner of the bed. He really doesn't do anything but stare at you. A silent stare with cold dead eyes. Much to your surprise he never makes any move to touch you or close the distance you have created by flattening yourself against the headboard.

You don't dare allow yourself to look away, afraid when you look back he’ll be closer.

When he’s not there you allow yourself to look around the room. It's rather small, not much to look out for. There's one clock on the wall across from you but it's permanently stuck at 2:30. But you swear, out of your peripheral view you can see the hands click by.

And when you close your eyes and try to get some much-needed sleep you can hear it.

Tick Tock TIck Tock Tick Tock

You know time is passing. Because that's how reality works. You can count the seconds passing but only for a short while before the numbers meld together and you can't remember what comes after what.

You think you are going insane.

Every time you look back at the clock it's still stuck. Maybe time isn't passing. You must have slipped and hit your head on your way home. Bled out on the sidewalk before anyone could find you.

And now you are in hell. Or maybe purgatory. God was punishing you for your sins. He must be. What sins, you do not know. You try to rack your brain. Running through every decision you've ever made. But you keep coming up blank. Were your sins so bad your mortal mind can't even comprehend them?

At least it keeps your mind off of numbers.

You start to prefer the days where he sits on the end of your the bed. At least then fear takes over your mind and all you can think about is your heart ramming in your chest.

He didn't have a face under his mask. It was easier to think of it like that. Imagine him as anything but human The fear of the unknown and the imaginary monster your mind created was less tortuous than the knowledge that he was a real person

You know he’s trying to scare you because why else would he be wearing that horrifying mask? A skull. When you first saw it you thought it was made from a real skull, and that your own bones would soon join the college of horror. Now, you feel stupid. The more you start at it the more it becomes slightly less grotesque. There were no cracks or lines where pieces of bones would have been glued together. The material looks rough and dry.

If you ran your fingers over it you bet it would have the texture of chalk, leaving white dusty residue over the pads of your fingers. The only thing human about him, the one piece your mind can't twist, are his eyes. They are entirely human.

“Are you hungry?”

His voice catches you so off guard you think the clock has started talking to you. It seems like the more logical option. It takes a few seconds for your mind to process his words.

Are you hungry

You narrow your eyes at him. You keep your mouth shut, lips clamped tightly together. You are hungry. And your body is ever so self-centered, protesting loudly against your silence. One of his eyes widened with what must be the raise of an eyebrow. He stares at you unblinking, waiting for you to call your own bluff.

“It's been three days and you must be hungry.”

Three.Three.Three.

Three days of full purgatory and at the same time. Only three.

“Thirsty too I bet,” He says. Your mouth is a savanna desert but you don't say that. How long can humans go without water again? Five days? Four days?

“Just say the words and I'll bring you some food and water.”

Three days. Humans can survive without water for three days.

“Please.” You don't ever realize your speaking until the words echo back to you. Cracked and wheezy.

He stands up and leaves and you have a dreadful feeling he isn't coming back.

You close your eyes for only a moment and open them to the sound of clinking metal.. And a searing pain encompasses your wrist. Automatically you yank it towards you realizing too late it's your handcuffed hand. But the pain of metal cutting into skin never comes.

Instead, your hand hits your chest. You shoot up as soon as you realize you're free, cradle your burning wrist in your other hand. The skin is red and blisters, some of the skin has been cut through or rubbed off from your constant pulling.

“Don't think about trying anything. We both know you won't win.” He’s standing right next to you, handcuffs in hand. And he’s right. He's huge at 6'4 and 200-something lbs. Compared to him you're tiny.

The skull mask has been replaced with a plain black balaclava. It's the first time you've seen him without his skull mask and it just further breaks down the small amount of comfort you've created.

“I’ll treat your wrist after you eat.” He gestures to the bedside table beside him. On it is a tray with two plates of food and a glass of water alongside an old army med kit.

He walks over to the farthest wall where his chair had been placed and pulls it back to the bedside table. He places it down, mere inches away from the bed. The old chair creaks as he sits down.

Of course, he was staying. You half expected him to leave. But that's stupid. You are uncuffed with full access to the room and the door. You are being held against your will after all.

As silently as you can you scoot a few inches away. He stares at you, fingers twitching by his side with the urge to yank you back to him. But he doesn't, instead, he reaches over, picks a plate off the tray, and hands it to you.

The smell of food hits you and you rush forward to take it. It’s just some rice and vegetables but your mouth waters at it. Stomach loudly protesting once again.

He reached out to hand you something else. A fork the plastic kind. Doesn't want to risk you trying to stab him with a metal one. In all honesty, you hadn't even thought about it. Stabbing him or a fork. You would eat with your hands. Would probably get the food into you quicker.

Still, you take the fork, not sparing him a glance before you start eating.

You hear the clinking of plates and look up. Instead of the black mask you're expecting to see you are met with pale skin. He has his mask pushed up over his nose.

You could see his features. His nose, lips, and chin The expansion of freckles along the tiny bit of his cheeks you can see. For once he’s not staring at you, but instead at the plate he has balanced in one hand.

It's the same thing you have. With his other hand, he stabs a piece of broccoli with his metal fork and brings it to his lips. He’s eating with you. Like this is a normal fucking situation. Like you too are a couple eating dinner together and not a kidnapper and kidnapper.

You shovel as much food as you can into your mouth. Some weird part of you is glad he's no longer staring at you and seeing you eat like a rabid animal. Got to keep some of your dignity, right?

As much as your body demands and needs food, It is not happy receiving it. The first few bites make your stomach burn and when you swallow it sends you gagging which in turn, gives you a headache.

It doesn't really taste like anything and it's hard to eat with your constantly dry mouth but you keep going. You need food. You're just about to stab a piece of broccoli when a gloved hand takes hold of the plate and pulls it away from you.

You quickly swallow the food in your mouth and choke down a gag threatening to force it all back up again. You're too tired to try and get the plate back so you let him take it, hands falling to your lap, still clutching your plastic fork.

He places it back on the try, where he has already placed his own. It's close enough you could grab it back if you really wanted to But all you want to do right now is sleep. And water You desperately want water Your vision is starting to get blurry around the edges. You close your eyes to try and blink away the blurriness but your eyelids seem too heavy to lift again. There's a vague warmness on your shoulder and then a slight shaking sensation. It's the first time he's ever really touched you and frankly, you can't find it in you to care

Through the haze you can feel yourself being pulled forward, head tilted back with what feels like a hand supporting your skull. Something pulls your lips apart leaving briefly only to be replaced by something else within seconds. Something cold slowly pours down your throat.

A stream from god it must be. It immediately soothes your sore throat and gives your mouth some much-needed wetness. Liquid gold it must be. Something so precious and reviving. It trickles down until it's gone.

He moves you so you are laying back down, the warmth of a blanket covering you. There's the clinking of plates and then the sound of a door opening and closing.

You wake up periodically, always groggy and confused, only to fall back asleep almost immediately. He’s always there when you wake up. Sometimes on his chair, at the edge of the bed, standing ominously in the corner.

When you finally fully wake up, he’s staring down at you. Wide brown eyes unblinking. It startles you awake, and your brain is finally at full working capacity. You completely freeze, unsure of what to do. He squints down at you.

“Are you awake?”

Obviously.

You nod, ever so slightly, and he moves from your field of vision. You can hear shuffling next to you, but you don't turn to look. Instead, you choose to focus completely on the ceiling above you.

He’s pulling your arm, hand gripping just below the dried blood on your wrist. It's almost gentle. Almost.

Time ticks by. Or at least you think. You can't see the clock from your position. You wonder what it says.

There's some wetness on your wrist and it stings. Automatically your arm twitches. You turn to look at him.

He has some sort of wet wipe in his hand and is slowly working the dried blood away in a surprisingly soft manner. The med kit is open next to him, bandages, gauze, and other medical supplies spilling out.

You can tell your crying, just barely through your haze. Your cheeks are starting to get wet

Once he works the blood off he wraps your wrist with gauze and presses the lower half of his face against your inner wrist. You think he’s kissing you but you can't really tell with the mask.

He pulls it up and presses a proper little kiss to the bandaging before rising again to look up at you.

He leans in. You brace yourself for what's about to come, squeezing your eyes shut as tight as you can. His tongue makes contact with the bottom of your jaw. He licks a long strip up your cheek, licking up your tears.

#cod x gn!reader #cod x reader #cod x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #yandere ghost #yandere cod

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Farmer/Cowgirl Valeria x Reader Drabble

Warnings: Smut, Shibari

The rope was rough against your skin, Every movement sent it rubbing against your skin that had already started to chaff. A stark contrast to the soft gentle touches Valeria was leaving across your skin.

“Your being so good for me Mi Amor,” She rolled the r at the end making you squirm.

Your hands pulled at the rope that bound them. It didn't even budge. The knots are too tight for you to wiggle out of. Valeria had years of experience working on ties, and it turns out tying you up was easier than tying up a rowdy animal.

You whine as the warmth of her hands leave. You can't turn to see her, so you just bury your head into the pillow and wait. There was the sound of shuffling and then something light was placed onto your head. As you lifted your head, straining your neck, light brown felt fell into your view as Valeria's cowboy hat tipped over.

“Hold on to that for me cariño.”

#Cowgirl Valeria #Farmer Valeria #valeria garza #valeria x reader #valeria x you #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x you #smut #valeria smut #VIolet246Drabble

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knapptapp · 1 year

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I had some thoughts about König and a reader who works in a bakery. 🍰

There is a tiny little bakery that König loves. He will murder for this bakery.

It’s a hidden gem with very little foot traffic, locals only know it by word of mouth. König loves it even more because there’s hardly ever anyone inside, and he can handle talking to you. He can.

König had to work up the courage to go in first. He’d stand at the window and stare. And stare. And stare some more.

He finally came inside after a week of that, only to immediately turn around and leave. It took him another week to finally order something.

His first words to you were, “Does it have raisins?”

König would point out things in the display case that he wanted, and you had to play charades to figure out what he was pointing at. You were about to lose your mind making him a coffee.

After a while you eventually learned his ‘usual’, and you would wordless hand him the goods in exchange for money. And he’d quietly sit, hunched over, in a corner and eat. If he didn’t see you at the counter he just wouldn’t come in that day.

That’s König’s corner and god help us all if it was occupied.

König became your regular. He scared your co-workers.

He become comfortable with you after a while and began to speak up more, and slowly grew more talkative. And oh boy, could he talk.

He had very strong opinions about bread.

One time he ordered a cake with the note, “Sorry I shot you.” You were very concerned.

König told you once he considered asking for an empty pie crust. Why, you asked. He wanted to fill it with whip cream and hit someone with it. He decided it would be an insult to the bakery if he weaponised the pastries.

You may or may not have sneaked him an unsold pie that was going to get thrown out and told him to follow his heart.

König took that as a sign.

He ordered an absurd amount of cookies with a list of demands.

Replace the sugar with salt, use chocolate laxatives, and put some extra spicy filling in some of them. There was a look in his eyes, and you were terrified and a little turned on.

He disappeared and reappeared a few weeks later with a broken nose and a limp.

Unbeknownst to you, he had the special goods delivered to Ghost and the rest of the 141 and they really appreciated it.

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knapptapp · 1 year

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If you requested something I promise you I am 100% working on it! I will respond to you request with the finished piece, So unless i specifically respond saying I am not doing it I am! And I will do it as long as it meets my rules <33333 Requests make me so happy!

#Violet246Talks

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Yandere!König X GN!Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere, Horror-ish imagery Gorey imagery, Religious stuff

A/N: Requests and askbox Open!

OBSESSIVE

Never wants to be without you

You are like oxygen to him, the very reason he is still alive

You consume every thought of his

Every second he is awake is dedicated to you

Out on the field all he can think about is getting home to you

It leads him to being ruthless and a lot quicker on the field, always rushing just to see you again

Delusional as hell

Thinks every little thing is a sign

His reality has been distorted so much no amount of therapy or help could ever undo it

Oh you smiled at him? Guess your madly in love with him

Wants to bury you deep inside of him and keep you trapped

Open himself up and shove you in there, just so he could always have you with him. Let you join his heart behind his ribcage, hammering against it all the same

Would live in your skin if he could

A big gift giver

Could be anything as little as a pebble if it makes him think of you he picks it up to give to you

You end up with tons and tons of things that way. More than you can count

DO NOT throw them away. You best keep them all

If you aren't already “His” you will find his gifts randomly appearing in your room or at your doorstep

If he does have you already he will give every single one in person

Is quite insecure which leads him to being extra extra protective

Every single thing is a threat

You alone in the outside world makes him nervous

God forbid someone even look your way

He’d never punish you of course

In his eyes you are god, something that deserves to be worshiped. You just need time to come around.

Get in his good graces and he will do anything for you

And i mean anything

As long as it means you'll look at him the same way he looks at you

#konig x reader #könig imagine #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #konig fluff #konig x you #konig x y/n #cod x you #cod x gn!reader #cod x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere konig #yandere König #Yandere konig x reader #headcanon

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Valeria x GN!Reader Headcanons

Valeria makes my gay little heart go brrrrrrrrr. I tried to keep it gender neutral if its not please tell me!

Warnings: None

A little bit obsessive in an ownership kind of way

Would 100% keep you to herself if she didn't think it would make you sad

So she just deals with

She just has to show that your hers in other ways

Likes to buy you tons of clothes and dress you up like a little doll

Absolutely loves to see the jewels and diamonds she has bought you on your skin

Don't mention you like something unless you want 50 of them

As much as Valeria loves you she isn't really doing it out of kindness of her heart

She will want a thank you or a favor in return

A Big fan of “Remember when I did that one thing for you?”

Or she does it for her own pleasure

At the end of the day Valeria always gets what she wants

All of her men know not to mess with you

They don't even dare talk to you when Valeria parades you around

100% Will have you sat on her lap at meetings

Oh this is all super confidential? You won't tell will you

After a long day she likes to just flop down right on top of you

Will press her whole body weight onto to you

Don't tell anyone but anytime you two are alone she refuses to let go of you

Hope you can do everything one handed

Will wait outside the bathroom for you like a cat

She just wants to be around you all the time

Loves trying to teach you how to fight

Especially because it always ends with you pinned under her

She only let you win once and never again after that

Has called you every pet name in the book, no doubt about it

Especially loves a classic Mi Amor or cariño and not so classic Pet

Her favorite thing to do is tease you. She will say anything if it'll get you all flustered

Has 20 different backup plans if anything ever happened to her

In the event of her death or arrest she would make sure you are taken care of

#valeria garza #valeria x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria garza x reader #Valeria Garza x Y/N #valeria x you #cod x you #cod x gn!reader #cod x reader #Cod x Y/N #Cod headcanons #Headcanons #Valeria Headcanons

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knapptapp · 1 year

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Something Burning, Its my heart

Yandere! König x Fem!Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N Kidnapping Stockholm Syndrome Yandere

Summary: You have been so good. König finally lets you out of his basement.

Word Count: 1,626

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46518904

It's been months. Or so you think. It’s a little hard to tell when there's no sun and only darkness. Maybe it's only been a few weeks? Maybe only a few days? You tried keeping track based on meals but those could be sporadic and seemed to come whenever he remembered you existed.

All you had to do all day was lay on the cool concrete floor. It was better than the bed at least. You assumed you were in a basement somewhere. There were stairs leading up to the locked door. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get it open.

Taking part was a new thing. Up until recently, you were chained to the bed. One day he just unchained you and let you roam the small area you had access to. He said it was because you had been “such a good girl.”

You only explored once he had left and it had taken you less than five minutes to explore. The place was completely empty aside from your bed and the bathroom. At least the bathroom was closed off with an unlocked door. Mostly because there was no lock to lock.

Other than that you had nothing but the clothes on your back. And even those weren't yours. You were clad in nothing but a very oversized shirt, so much so it was basically a dress and your underwear. Your original clothes had been taken from you and you were having trouble even remembering what they looked like.

Was it jeans and a T-shirt? A band T-shirt maybe?

Loud steps above you signal his arrival. Then the telltale sound of the many locks of the main door being unlocked. You scramble back to the wall, knowing better than to try and hide. He always found you on the first try anyway. Something you tried to convince yourself was only because he had a fifty-fifty chance and not because he could hear your heart ramming against your chest.

You remember all the stories your friend used to tell you about monsters that could smell fear and had a taste for blood. Hidden faces and hands that turn bones into dust with the smallest squeeze. Those are just stories of course. Monsters are real. Just not the kind you tell your friends during sleepovers as kids.

He comes down like he always does. Meticulously locking the door behind him and carefully stepping down the steps. Every movement is calculated and obviously shown. Like he doesn't want to startle you.

Like always he announces himself, “Liebling i’m home.”

I’m Home.

Like your some nineteen fifties housewife that's been cooking all afternoon waiting for your husband to return home. And yet, part of you is glad to see him. To see that little slither of light through the doorway as he steps in. To hear his voice.

Sometimes you hear his voice even when he's not here. When you think of your memories, everyone's voice melds and mixes with him turning into something unrecognizable. When you try to remember your loved ones it's replaced with a hood with light streaks coming down from the eyes.

Part of you wants to run to greet him. Throw your arms around him just to feel something. Human contact is something you have very very little of. You might be fed well enough and watered but the effect of going no contact for extended periods of time is not good.

Humans aren't meant to live like this. They are meant to live together. In communities. With families. Not locked away in dingy basements with only monsters that visit whenever they want.

Despite your desire and urge you stay pressed against the wall, fear overpowering you. You lower yourself to the floor, tucking your knees to your chest.

A piece of memory flashes through your mind a piece of advice with a voice you can't place, If you find yourself in a confrontation with a bear, make yourself as big as possible. König.

That's what he told you his name was. The first night you woke up here he was looking down on you confessing his love obsession. To this day you haven't said it. Not once. You don't speak in general. You just listen.

He approaches you. Coming to a stop a mere step away from you. He towers over you even as he bends his knees to peer down at you. He outstretches a hand, holding a single red rose out to you. “I got this for you mein liebling.”

Despite not being able to see his face, you've learned to read his emotions. His eyes squint slightly as you take the rose. He’s happy. That is good.

“I have another surprise for you!”

That is not good. Surprises can range quite drastically with König. He outstretches his hand again, palm upwards. You place your hand in his. Sometimes he just liked to hold your hand. But much to your surprise, he pulls you up. You stumble a bit, the momentum of his pull sending you into his chest.

He chuckles and wraps his other arm around your waist, pressing you closer to him. His hand twitches under your grip, and he closes his hand engulfing yours in his.

You can feel his strong heartbeat against your cheek. His other hand trails up from its spot on the center of your back and entangles into your hair. Fingers catching some places and making you wince. Sometimes König would come down with a brush and brush out the tangles in a surprisingly gentle manner. It would make you feel like some sort of pet or a doll, not a human.

It had been a moment since then and just working your fingers through your hair hasn't been enough.

He stays like that holding you, and you think you can guess what the surprise is going to be. But just as you stiffen he pulls away.

He doesn't release your hand and starts pulling you along with him toward the door. As he takes the first step onto the old wooden steps you dig your heels into the ground. He’s taking you upstairs.

You release his hand and pull away but he's quick to grab your wrist. You yank and pull against his hold but he doesn't even budge.

He’s taking you upstairs.

You’ve never been upstairs. The fear of what's up there runs through you and eats up all your thoughts. You're going to die, you think. He’s finally done with you and now he’s going to get rid of you.

You can't stop from shaking. Your yanking and pull against his grip so hard your bones creak, muscle and flesh stretching as far as it can. The more you struggle the more the stitching of your shoulder threatens to snap, your body ripping away from your arm. Popping clean off like a child's well-loved doll.

He says something that makes you freeze completely. Your name. Not any of the sickeningly sweet pet names he usually uses. Your real name.

“You’ve been so good you've earned the privilege to be upstairs.” You said.

Like your a little dog who's been well-behaved and gets a little treat. Something blossoms in your chest. Something that long ago died. Hope. If you're upstairs you can escape. There will be doors and windows.

The hope is smothered just as quickly as it bloomed. He wouldn't let you upstairs if he thought you could escape. And he looks so happy. You can tell he’s smiling just based on his eyes. It would be cruel to even try and escape now, right?

He’s very pleased that your struggle has stopped. He leads you up the stairs, by your wrist. And you allow him, heart hammering harder with every step.

The door opens and you are pulled through.

The door shuts.

And you are upstairs.

The first thing that hits you is the smell. You had gotten used to the musty air of the basement, the new fresh air slaps you in the face. It makes your nose tingle. It smells sweet and fruity.

It's so bright you have to squint to see. So many colors to take in and you feel like a mere baby seeing the world for the first time.

“Do you like it?” He asks all timid like he's afraid you'll say no and go running back to the basement.

You nod your head and for the first time, you actually mean it.

“Come Come,” He leads you farther into the house, into the living room.

The interior design is simple. Mostly browns and whites. Nothing special. But in front of a light beige couch is a window. It's rather big, stretching almost the whole width of the wall. The curtains are pulled open and you can see outside. The hills of green grass and trees stare back at you.

König catches you staring.

“If you are good we can go outside.” He lowers himself onto the couch, pulling you with him.

You want nothing more than to be good.

He moves you like a ragdoll so you are straddling him. You bury your cheek against his chest. You can hear his heart beating a hundred mph against his chest. A deep rumbling comes from inside, almost like he's purring. With shaky hands, he traces designs on your back.

The sunlight from the window is warm on your back, You want nothing more than to feel it on your face. You can be good. König has been so good to you. Bringing you gifts and now letting you upstairs, you think.

“I love you,” König says.

And you say it back, voice scratchy and broken from not being used for so long.

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Your Nothing Without Me Pt.1

Simon "Ghost" Riley either really really hates something or he really really loves it. There is no in-between. It's just such a shame you happened to catch his attention.

Yandere! Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2,916

Warnings: Original Characters Yandere Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Horror toxic Toxic Ghost Yandere Simon Ghost Riley Murder Kidnapping Stalking Obsessive Behavior No use of y/n

A/N: This is my first ever x reader fic! It's kind of rushed but skskks

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46432570

He thought that maybe you knew. That you couldn't actually be this stupid and unaware. Despite his military training he truly wasn't being all that sneaky. Part of him wanted you to know. Wanted you to turn around. He wondered if you would scream. If you would try to run? Maybe you would trip? Fall straight to the floor as he slowly walked towards you like in all those slasher movies you loved?

But much to his dismay, you don't turn around. You continue your way down the street. Stiletto heels hitting the concrete as you stumbled your way home. Maybe you would fall after all. You were drunk that was for sure. Your friends had left you alone to find your own way home. Ghost hated your friends. They were always abandoning you, and even if you never noticed or cared Ghost did. They didn't deserve you. Ghost would never leave you drunk and alone.

It was too dangerous for someone like you. Who knows what could be lurking around the corner?

So he followed you. Under the mask of the night you didn't even notice. You didn't hear the sound of his combat boots hitting the sidewalk just mere feet behind you. He was naturally a light stepper but he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was behind you.

You trip and tumble to your knees, rough concrete ripping through your tights and into your palms. You cursed at yourself and tried to push yourself up. You only got one knee up before a hand is gripping your upper arm and pulling you up onto your feet.

You turn your head only to be met with a clad black chest. You tilt your head up to see just who the hell currently has your arm in an iron grip. But you move too fast and it sends your world spinning and out of focus. You squint your eyes and you can just make out well nothing. As your eyes come into focus you realize you are staring at a rather tall man with a skull for a face.

Well not a skull, you squint through your drunken haze, but rather a skull mask. And your first thought is you somehow died on your walk home and are now face to face with the Grim Reaper. Your second thought is this strange man is grabbing you and you are in danger.

Your heart rammed against your ribs and the adrenaline that pumps through you is enough to sober you up just enough to realize your situation. His hand gripped your arm harder and you can't find it in you to pull away, all you can do is stand and stare back into his piercing brown eyes.

You freeze like a deer in headlights. Forgetting about your voice and the pepper spray in your purse.

Your chest rose and fell quickly with short bursts of breath. And just when you're about to pull away, almost as quickly as it grabbed you the hand is leaving. And the man is turning on his feet and walking away from you without a word.

You make it home eventually and collapse in your bed, forgetting all about your encounter. You didn’t even bother closing your blinds.

You fall asleep, completely dead to the world.

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You go about your day with nothing but a slowly fading hangover. The three cups of coffee you snuck when your manager wasn't watching were at least doing something. You had woken up late and had a little less than five minutes to rush your way to the cafe you worked at.

A few more accidentally messed up orders and you would be perfectly fine. It was relatively unbusy for a Sunday morning, it wasn't like there was a line out the door. A few messed-up orders were no big deal.

It was a quiet place really. Even on the busiest days. Most of the people coming in and out of The Coffee Dove were regulars whose order you knew by heart.

Quiet and cozy with a dark interior. With rustic hanging lights and cozy chairs, it attracted bookish types of people. Bookshelves lined the walls and left the cafe smelling like old books under the thick scent of coffee.

Although the cafe conformed to a certain aesthetic it really didn't affect the hiring process at all. YOu had a wide array of coworkers from all different sorts of styles and aesthetics.

“Omg?!” Your coworker, Angelica exclaimed. One hand flew to your arm and pulled you towards her.

She was staring down at your arm with wide eyes, a manicured hand over her mouth. You followed her eyes to see what she was so shocked about. There, on your upper arm, was a rather large bruise. She placed her own hand over it, Her slim fingers didn't even cover the width of it. Her bright pink nails are a striking contrast against your bruised skin.

“Who the hell grabbed you?!”

You pull away from her to examine the bruise yourself. It was large and when you placed your own hand over it darkening and slightly purple was still very visible.

“I don't know,” You muttered, feeling quite self-conscious. You hadn't even noticed the bruise in your rush to get ready. You don't remember much of last night either. You knew you must have fallen on your hands and knees. When you had pulled your tights off in the morning the ripped material was stuck onto your skin with dried blood and some asphalt and tiny little pebbles were embedded into your skin. But you don't remember getting grabbed.

“Must have fallen or something.” You shrug it off.

Angelica doesn't seem convinced. You wish you had brought a jacket or something to cover it up, but it was a good 98 degrees outside and even though The Coffee Dove had AC you were still hot.

Thankfully the doorbell rings signaling the arrival of a customer. Angelica moves on to greet them in her honey-sweet customer service voice. You don't bother looking up, too busy rearranging the pastries in the counter display.

You almost look up at the sound of a gruff accented voice ordering tea but another voice much closer to you steals your attention.

“Hey!”

You look up. There, leaning on the counter, beaming down at you is Connor.

“Connor!” You exclaim, you quickly stand up and lean over the counter to hug him. He returns the hug laughing into your hair.

Connor was

You pull away and smile at him. He smiles back, the corners of his eyes creasing ever so slightly.

“Did you already order?” You ask.

Connor shakes his head, a small tuft of brown hair falling against his forehead. “Thought you could make it for me? You always make it perfect.”

He tilts his head to the left. And just like a puppy dog, you can't resist.

“Are you normal then?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

You roll your eyes. Connor was only two years younger than you but he still insisted on calling you, ma’am. Probably because it annoyed you. You whip up his order in no time. When you go to hand it to him his hand grabs your wrist and he leans in close.

“What's with that creepy guy in the corner?” He whispers.

He tilts his head to the side as a gesture and you look. There sitting in the very corner of the cafe is a man, a black balaclava covering his face. He looks uncomfortable, slightly cramped in the cafe's chairs. His legs are too long to fit under the dark oak table so he has pushed his chair back.

“He's just a customer?” You say.

“Yeah, but he's just… sitting there.”

Angelica leans in close to you two, completing a conspiring triangle, “I gave him his tea five minutes ago and haven't even taken a sip.”

You roll your eyes. Angelica loved conspiring.

“Probably just waiting for it to cool down.” You place Connors's cup down and move on to pretending to work, “Or you know Angelica did make it. I bet it's horrible.”

Angelica takes it in stride, “You know he did have a British accent, you should make him tea. Since apparently, mine are so bad.”

“Not like he could drink it with that mask on,” Connor replies.

You take a rag and wipe down the already clean counter. Anything to look like you aren't in fact gossiping about a rather creepy guy in the corner.

You shake your head, he's probably not creepy. Just some guy here for some tea. Connor watches many true crime documentaries.

“But he likes-” Connor pauses and looks over his shoulder, “He keeps looking over here.”

“He’s admiring your beauty, Connor,” You tease.

Connor smirks but still manages to look uncomfortable, “I think he might rob us. Do I look rich?”

Alright, thats it. You throw the rag in the sink and exit through the swinging half door. You make your way across the cafe towards the man determined on showing your friends that nothing is wrong.

He doesn't even look up when you approach, too busy staring at the new eco-friendly cups The Coffee Dove had started ordering. Horrible they were, they fell apart too easily. Not to mention the straws. A small price for the planet you, suppose.

You pause, waiting for him to acknowledge you and look up. He doesn't. So you say, “Is everything to your liking?”

He looks up then. Brown eyes staring you down, his gaze makes you uncomfortable and you slightly regret even coming over here. He's looking at you like you just insulted his entire family. He finally nods, the smallest tilt up of his chin.

“Alright, Well, I'll just be behind the counter then,” You scurry back to the counter. You can't shake the feeling that those eyes are still staring you down. The feeling doesn't leave until three minutes after your shift when that man also leaves.

Connor hangs around until the end of your shift, goofing around and getting in the way. But it makes the time go by faster and before you know it your shift is over. He walks you to the door. He tries to insist on walking you home you refuse, saying you have things to do. When you both finally do leave he kisses your cheek goodbye. Something he has done countless times before but this time it feels different. It spreads fire from where his lips softly pressed against your cheek to all the way down your toes. It leaves you walking home with a smile on your face.

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It isn't the first time Ghost watched you. But it is the first time he entered the Cafe you worked at. Usually, he would just sit inside his car parked across the street. It was amazing how far phone cameras could zoom in nowadays. But here he was. Sat in the far corner with untouched tea. He was hoping you would make it. But your coworker had instead. He wasn't going to take even a sip.

Despite this little hiccup, he was having a rather great time seeing you this close-up. That was until your friend showed up. Hugging you and making you laugh. The way you smile at him made Ghost sick to his stomach. It was quite obvious you were all talking about him, but Ghost didn't really care all that much.

He was too distracted by imaging crushing Connors face with his boot. And then you approached. He didn't have to look up. He knew it was you based on your steps and the smell of your perfume. Something that had been ingrained in his mind from the time he allowed himself into your apartment.

“Is everything to your liking?”

He should just take you now. You're so small it would be easy. He could just throw you over his shoulder and walk out. He seriously doubted either of your friends would be able to help you. Though he wishes Connor would try, so he could break his face. How stupid you are to let Connor be around you when it's so obvious what he wants. Don't you ever wonder why he wants to hug you so much?

It doesn't matter. Ghosts can be smart for you.

He left only three minutes before your shift ended. He finally realized he had just sat there for an hour with an untouched now cold tea. He left the cafe in his car and waited for you to clock out. While sitting there in the cafe, alone with his thoughts and the beautiful view of you he made a decision. He was going to get you today. And he had plenty of time to plan.

Connor walks you out and before he leaves he kisses you on the cheek. Ghost’s grip on the steering wheel tightens and his knuckles turn white.

Plans change.

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You make it home without any trouble. You stumble through the door already hopping on one foot as you pull your shoe off. You do a little hop farter into your house before you can get the shoe off, and you fling it somewhere, too tired to put it away. The second shoe follows.

All you wanted was to lay in bed and watch stupid youtube videos till you fell asleep. You leave your purse on your walk-in table.

You are just about to walk into your living room when a strong arm wraps around your waist. You gasp in shock and it is the only sound that gets out before something is clamping over your nose and mouth.

You try to buck out of the hold, twisting your body any way you can. This proves difficult when you can't breathe and the smell of chemicals is quickly making you light-headed.

You try to remember something, anything, from the self-defense classes you took but through your panic, everything is fogging and hard to remember. You're running out of time and you know it. You scratch at the hand that is covering your face, and you dig your nails into the flesh of your attacker.

And then everything goes dark.

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You wake up with a fogging mind. Like you had been out drinking the night before. You groan and try to bring your hands down to rub your eyes. Only your left-hand reaches its destination. Your right stops and cold metal digs into your wrist.

“What the hell..” You mutter.

You give your arm a rather weak tug, you can't move it far. You're barely able to bend your elbow down.

You look up to your right, squinting through the thick haze that has glossed over your eyes you can make out the metal wrapped around your wrist and attached to the white bed frame.

And then it dawns on you. You are handcuffed to a bed. Your bed frame is brown, not white.

You sit up as fast as you can, wrist once again catching and pulling harshly against the metal handcuffs. It sends your head spinning and everything doubles. The rest of your limbs are free and you scramble up onto your knees. Placing your free hand onto your wrist, overlapping the metal, you pull against the bed frame. The bed frame creaks but nothing happens.

“Those are military-grade, you aren't getting out of them so no point in trying,” An accented voice says.

You whip your head around. There, a few feet away from the bed, is a figure sitting in a chair. You can only make out the white skull mask through the shadows. Like something from your nightmares. A demon, or perhaps, the Grim Reaper himself.

A scream catches in your throat coming out as nothing more than a pitiful squeak.

The man stands up and it sends you scrambling as far bask as you can go, your back hits the headboard. He walks around the bed and it sends you pushing yourself to the very corner, right arm bent at an awkward angle as you try to get away from him. You think you might recognize him. That there's some very hazy memory in the back of your mind.

He uses your name, and it shocks you. The closer he gets the more you can smell it. An ironic metallic smell. He's dressed in all black the only other color being the white of his skull mask. Now as your vision focuses you can see it's not even fully white but instead speckled with red.

Blood.

The relaxation sends you gagging. You are going to die.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Like hell you believe that.

“I can be rather nice when I want to. You'll see.”

He outstretches his hand and you think he's going to strike you. But clenched in his fingers is a small polaroid. You make no move to take it, too afraid to even breathe properly. He lets it go and it flutters down to your lap.

It's Connor. Or at least you think it is. You can just barely make out his features through the red. But what really gives it away is his eyes. Wide open and staring straight into your soul.

“All I feel is love for you. I will do anything to keep you safe. You don't understand now. But you will.”

Receding footsteps.

The sound of a slamming door.

Connor stares back at you and all you can do is shake.

#YourNothingWithoutMe

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