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maslin-a · 4 months

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John Doe/Reader

NSFW!!!!!

Sorry, I don't speak English so I use a translator

but I decided to post it anyway))

*if there are errors or something like that, please indicate*

Character belongs to the mortisfox

by the way, I probably should have posted this on Halloween but...

If grandma had found out why you constantly came to her so late, she would probably have fainted, and then she would have called all the hunters. Everyone in the family thinks that you’re just very inattentive, so while walking through the forest you bump into branches, tearing your dress, so you’re late, because you’re counting crows while you’re walking. Yes, if they found out what the real reason is, they would lock you up at home for the rest of your life, buy you a gun, and watch you day and night near the forest. Although it still wouldn’t help him...

The truth is that no one would believe you if you told me that you were spending your time in the forest with a scary gray wolf. Although John is not so scary, and he is more black than gray. They wouldn’t have believed it if you had told them that you weren’t just talking to him in a clearing near a forest river. Of course, the first time you met, and after the relationship, this was the case. But John is a wolf, you can’t talk to him for a long time. John wanted more than just talking about you, he wanted all of you. And, what can I say, you wanted him just the same.

Despite the fact that John was a wolf, he was very gentle, more like a puppy. When he wanted you, he began to rub against your body, gently kissing your face. His tail swung from side to side and his large ears stuck out in tension. He looked at your beautiful face, with his big eyes trying to catch that same look, and when he received it, he could no longer hold back.

He loved kissing you. They were more like licking on his part. His tongue is larger and long, like everything else about him, so the kisses were always wet and hot. He didn’t hesitate to moan, didn’t hesitate to show how good he felt with you. Even if he gives pleasure specifically to you, it seems that the sounds come, for the most part, from him. Yes, more kisses, he loves to lick you, something at the instinct level. He could lie between your legs for an eternity, just to hear the moans of pleasure that he gives you. His long tongue stimulated everything at once, delivering incredible pleasure. It was incredible how he could simultaneously stimulate your clitoris and enter you with the tip of his tongue. He didn’t need his fingers to make your legs shake. Well, you both loved having John between your legs.

He tried to be gentle until the very end, but his wolfish habits made themselves felt as soon as his dick entered you. It was impossible to restrain yourself, but fortunately, only your clothes suffered.

He tried to control himself as much as he could, slowly entering you, trying to bite less, but the thought that everyone would see that you were busy with him was more intrusive. He couldn’t hold back any longer, pounding into you faster and faster, going as far as he could. His hands wandered all over the body, squeezing the chest, then the sides, while his tongue licked the site of a recent bite. Your blood was the best he has ever tasted, maybe he will eat you someday, but not now, he wants to enjoy you forever. He would like you to stay with him forever, without leaving the forest. Then you could spend your time like this forever. Maybe he'll kidnap you someday, that sounds like a good idea in his head. He could sit between your legs for hours, feeling your taste on his tongue. I could always be inside you, warming my penis. He'll definitely do that once he's dealt with those pesky hunters. They would be a good dinner...

John massages your clit and you feel the stars shining in your eyes. Your moan seems to be heard throughout the forest, and you hope that your grandmother doesn’t hear it. John cums right after you. He watches as his white liquid pours out of you, and you notice how his tail is thrashing even faster than before. You stroke his head, and he lies on your chest like an obedient dog. He whines and caresses, and you would like to lie with him like this for longer, but you need to take the pies to grandma.

John walks you home with a goodbye kiss to your forehead. He doesn't want to leave, but he knows that the time will come when you will be together forever. Until then, he will play with the annoying hunters, how infuriating their persistence is, but he swears to you that he will deal with everyone.

And you will have your happily ever after...

#yandere x you #Jhon Doe x you #Jhon Doe x reader

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ihatethis1234 · 1 year

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

#master list #michael myers x male reader #stu matcher #billy loomis #requests #slashers #stranger things

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cositapreciosa · 1 year

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Hi! How are you?? I just LOVE you’re writting and i was thinking maybe you could do something with Limón from Narcos Colombia?? I love him a lot but i just have never seen anything with him! Maybe it could be something like being Pablo’s sister and falling in love with him? Anyways, thank you very much! I hope you see this!

Mamita

Jhon 'El Límon' Burges x reader, 1865 words

mentions of being deeply unhappy, female petnames (in spanish), otherwise pretty gender neutral

a/n : his hair is so fluffy + thick forearms is this request from 2022? oui. peut-être.

As always, it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

As long as you could remember, Jhon had always been the one assigned to drive you around. No matter if it was for groceries or a night out on the town, it was John, always Jhon, only Jhon. You don’t need to worry, I trust him with my life, Pablo would tell you, time and time again, and you trust me, right? How could you not, when you had grown up with him, when he had protected you and mother oh so many times, when you had lied for him for so long now.

And do you not trust me? You had screamed back one time, after another heated argument, another time he had forced armed guard on you, why should I be cooped up here for your mistakes? Success, he calls it, ungrateful, he calls you. You knew it wasn’t fair, to put all of this on back, to complain about this lavish life like a twelve years old.

Still, even after all the tears and the begging, you always end up in the back of a car with tinted windows, Jhon at the front, pistol on his side. Always Jhon. Only Jhon.

You always try not to put your anger out on him, suppressing your tears the best you can, trying to melt in your seat, far away from here. As much as you wish he could pretend not to see it, you can’t help how warm your chest feels every time his arm stretches in the backseat, tissue in hand.

‘’ I don’t even know why I’m crying at this point. I’m just- ‘’ You take a deep breath, sob shaking on the way out, ‘’ I hate this so much. ‘’

You can barely see him in the rearview mirror, a sliver of his skin, his brown eyes, blurred out by all the tears you can’t keep in. He always listens, Jhon, and you are thankful he doesn’t seem to take any of this personally. He leans forward and then back again, pushing another tissue your way.

‘’ It’s alright, mamita. You’re alright. ‘’

You try to nod, try to keep your breathing under control, anything to stop this empty feeling from clawing its way up from your chest to your throat. You lean back against the window, warmed by the afternoon sun. You can feel the tears on your cheek starting to dry, air shaking on the way in, filling up your lungs.

‘’ I’m just so tired all the time, Jhon. I don’t know why. ‘’ you whisper, staring at the city, the tiendas, the street corners as they pass before you. Parcels of others’ lives forgotten after a few seconds.

You can’t remember the last time you didn’t feel on edge, a second away from crumbling down. You try to sleep at night, making sure the curtains are drawn, that the shower is cold enough, but it never seems to work. Endless nightmare, eyes wide open, chest heaving. Most nights you end up walking to the kitchen, making yourself something to drink before meeting Jhon on the sofa in front of the tv, where he usually keeps watch. He tells you alcohol won’t help any of this go away, you tell him that if he wanted one he should’ve just asked.

He moves the rearview mirror, bending it slightly so he can meet your eyes from the front seat.

‘’ You want me to stop to get you a soda? I’m sure it would make you feel better. ‘’

You doubt it would, nothing seems to anymore, but you don’t have the heart to tell him, not when you notice how soft his eyes are, how he does care. You nod against the window, throwing a small smile in the mix, hoping it would make him feel better, like his job isn’t to take care of panic attacks and babysit night and day instead of winning glories and killing cops like the others.

He stops at the next bloc. Your throat is dry, your under eyes feel like sandpaper. It’ll be just a minute, he says to you, juice is good? It is, whatever he offers you at this point sounds good. He is back as quickly as he left. Barely a second, bells ringing when he opens the shop’s door, sitting back in his seat with a small grunt while he closes the car door behind him. Jhon turns around, shaking a bottle in between the seats. You can see the water forming on the glass from the heat, the pulp of the fruit moving from side to side with the movement.

‘’ Can I sit up front? ‘’

You squeal the words out, hoping he doesn’t notice how close you are to tears again. He looks confused for a second, eyebrows and skin creasing in the middle like they always do.

‘’ Of course. If you want to. ‘’

‘’ I do. I just- ‘’

The rest of your sentence dies in your mouth, exhaled on the way out. I feel alone in the back, you want to tell him, I feel better when I’m sitting next to you.

‘’ It’s all good, ‘’ He says, putting the juice in the cup holder, ‘’ Come on. ‘’

Jhon is opening his door again, metal creaking. He has to escort you to the other side, you know he does. The pavement is hot under your shoes, cicadas screaming in the distance. He’s gentle in his approach, pressing his hand on your lower back until you are safe again in the front seat.

‘’ I hope you like it. ‘’ He motions to the bottle in your hands, now that he’s back in his seat. ‘’ I wasn’t sure what your favourite was. ‘’

‘’ I like this one actually, thank you. ‘’

A smile pulls at his lips, softening his eyes. He watches carefully as you open the cap, taking a sip. It’s sweet on your tongue, pulp knocking on your teeth, refreshing your throat on the way down. Jhon has started the car again, ensuring the air conditioning is on and the windows are rolled up while you soak in this forced break. It is probably his first one of the day too. It’s silent for a while, comfortably so. You don’t have any more to say, weirdly calm, empty, after this outburst. You finally relax in your seat, turning your head to his side, bottle of juice in hand.

‘’ You wanna share? ‘’

He laughs a bit, air pushing through his nose, like he doesn't believe you.

‘’ I’m trying to spread kindness, okay? You’re too good to me, Jhon. ‘’

He is, always. Kind, caring, helpful. He never thinks you are a burden, even on the days you feel like one. You soak in his calmness like a breath of fresh air, pushing you through the day, to safe houses, to your brother’s dinner parties. He’s never far, always a protective hand away if needed. A second shadow you didn’t ask for.

‘’ It’s my pleasure, really. ‘’

You know he means it. You are all warm inside, heart knocking over and over against your ribcage. He ends up taking the bottle from your hand, lips wrapping around the opening, bottom going towards the ceiling in a swift movement. He nods in approval, pushing the rest in your hand, pressing you to drink what is left of it. You can use the energy, he says, we have to keep going if we don’t want to be late. But you don’t want to, can’t bear the thought of seeing your brother tonight, watching him cheer with his companions, while mom corners you in the kitchen, something about you having one too many drinks again.

‘’ Oye. ‘’ His hands touch yours on your tight, warm, thumb rubbing on the skin. ‘’ You heard me? ‘’

You can’t look away from his fingers on the back of your palm, can’t stop how it brings butterflies in your chest. You shake your head, turning to look at him.

‘’ I wasn’t. I’m sorry. ‘’

‘’ No need to apologize, mamita. I just wanted to know if you were good to go. ‘’

He caresses your hand for a moment, waiting for you to answer.

‘’ Yeah, all good. Thank you. ‘’

He nods, head turning forward, hands moving to the wheel. You enjoy his side profile, the curve of his nose, his hair meeting the end of his neck. You try not to think too much about him for long, about those few times you fell asleep on his shoulder, about how you are not sure what you will do if Pablo gives you to someone else to be looked after.

The remainder of the drive is quick, a few turns and a stretch of highway later and you are there. A beautiful house in the jungle. The music is already booming inside, you can see a few people in the windows, cheering, sharing drinks. You know you have to go in. You don’t want to.

You pull down the mirror, dabbing off the excess water from your cheeks with your fingers, hoping your eyes don’t look as red as they feel. You look at yourself for a moment and then at Jhon, who already looking at you.

‘’ Can you bring me inside? ‘’ Please.

He’s nodding, a reassuring hand coming up to brush some hair behind your ear, caressing your neck as it comes down. You feel anxious again, stressed, maybe it’s not the right word, maybe it’s something else entirely.

‘’ Of course. ‘’

And just like that, he’s moving around the car, pulling your door open, arm raised, palm open for you to take. You do, warm fingers intertwining with yours. You whisper a thank you as you walk to the door, molded to his side.

‘’ It’s my pleasure. I usually don’t get to bring a cute date to Pablo’s parties. ‘’

You laugh through your nose. You know he never brings a date to those events, mostly because he has you to deal with at those parties. Still, you are cute, and he’s holding your hand and you're feeling nervous again-

‘’ Well, you should. It would be a nice change from having me around so much. “

He shakes his head, laughing while he helps you up the stairs. His teeth are showing, dimples on each side of his cheeks, he's looking at you again.

“Nah, this is way more fun don't you think? “

You do, but you can't tell him that. You choose to hide your smile instead, looking at anything but him. The walk to the door is short and the polished wood is dark, huge, like it could swallow you whole. Jhon squeezes your hand, a gentle press, bringing you back to the present with him.

“You're alright, mami. “

You are. You know you are. Here, with him, no matter what or where he will make sure of it. You nod to him, you can't look away. It's always been him. So close, holding your hand. Always Jhon, only Jhon. You breathe in.

You're alright.

#jhon x reader #limon x reader #jhon burges x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos imagines #el limon x reader

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bugsy-maria · 3 years

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F-R-I-E-N-D-S (Alexander Hamilton x Reader) Ch. 7

(Y/N)'s POV

me and Lafayette are waiting for the whole gang to be there . as you waited you were lost in your thoughts just wondering.

'what if he finds out?'

'what if anyone finds out?'

'but he might not even be at this camp.'

'but still, he worries too much.'

I spaced out while looking at the ceiling of the tent and didn't even realize it. I didn't even notice that Lafayette was shaking me trying to get my attention, that is until he shouted,

"MILLER!!!"

I shot up confused but then remembered where I was. I quickly pulled myself and my act together.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I spaced out, so are these your friends."

(Lafayette) "You think. but yeah, they are."

(Alex)"I'm Alexander Hamilton."

he stuck out his hand and you took it.

(Jhon Laurens)"Hey look someone shorter than you, Alex. Didn't know that was posable."

John said while roughly patting Alex's back.

(Alex)"Oh shut up."

(Jhon Laurens)"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm Jhon Laurens, Its a pleasure to meet you."

(Mulligan)"Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction."

"Well, its nice to meet you all. I'm Jhon Miller."

I gave a small suttle smile. they smiled back and took a seat.

(Jhon Laurens)"There could only be one Jhon,"

he whispered into my ear I stood there frozen until Mr.Mulligan, he suddenly called my name.

(Hercules)"Yo Miller, are you okay."

"Oh yeah, I'm fine."

I turn around and say. I go over and sit on my bed. I was getting ready to zone out again but failed.

(Lafayette)"Yo, (Y/N)."

I turned my head to see Lafayette handing over a Sam Adams. I took it and started drinking it. it didn't taste good at first, in fact, it made you want to puke, but you held in and continued to drink. before you knew it you had gone through 6 pints of Sam Adams and no one was stopping me.

Alex's POV

while I was on my 2nd pint while Miller was on his 6th, and none of us were stopping him. he was running around clearly drunk. we were continuing our own conversation when Miller did something that caught my attention of course. he wrapped his arms around my neck. yes he did that and I was startled, I was really confused on what was going on. the others were laughing at me when they saw what had happened.

(Hercules)"Looks like the elf is a boy magnet."

(Lafayette)"Looks like Lexi can attract men faster than we can get girls."

they all started laughing when I felt his arms leave my neck I looked at Miller who looked mad.

(Miller)"That's not funny! Lexi is a good friend, he is a friend that none of you deserve if you keep being mean towards him!"

his words were a little bit slurred but it was still a sudden outburst no one was expecting. everyone looked at each other trying to comprehend what had just happened. in a way, he reminded me of (Y/N). she would always stand up for me and always went into a deep zone out session from time to time and just get lost in her own thoughts.

(Y/N)'s POV

The Next Day

I woke up to a pounding headache and I felt really nauseous and dizzy.

"About time you woke up."

I turned my head to see Lafayette sitting on his bed.

"Why does my head hurt?"

"Funny you ask do you not remember."

"If I knew then I wouldn't be asking now would i."

"Well, taking in the fact that you went through 6 pints of Sam Adams. I would come to the conclusion that you have a hangover my dear lad."

"What?"

"Yup, the first time you drink you get drunk as hell. Congratulations! you know most people are careful the first time they drink."

"Oh shut up."

I sit up and smell my shirt.

"I smell like a bar."

"I Wonder Why."

I got my blue coat and put it on and heard a guy outside yelling something about how we should all get up and line up. I step outside and see the whole gang getting together. me and Lafayette walk over to them with my hand on my head as a headache was getting worse and worse the more people talked.

(Jhon Laurens)"So what do you think they want to talk to us about?"

(Lafayette)"I don't know. for all, I know it could be about how Miller was being too loud."

"Was I really that loud?"

(Alex)"No, but you were acting really weird."

"How so?"

(Hercules)"That's not important right now."

(Jhon Laurens)"Well, we better get in place before we get yelled at. Again."

I ignored the last part thinking it had to do with whatever I did last night. I stood with the rest of the men waiting for what the general had to say. we were there for a while until the general came out.

"We are outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered, out planned. we gotta make em' all outstand. Ayo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man. now we all need to take this seriously,"

he walks right in front of me, stops, turns his head towards me and says,

"But it seems as if some of us don't."

the gang started laughing at the comment that was clearly directed towards me. yeah, I've been here 1 day and I'm already hated by the principal. after the talk that was given to us by the general we all went back to our tent while some of the men went to practice aiming. you were all in Alex's tent just doing what friends do. just having a friendly conversation.

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #hamiltrash #hamiton #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #hamilton x reader #xreader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction

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theagenttagteam · 4 years

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Mycroft x reader part 2

Pairing: slight Sherlock x Reader (briefly and becomes platonic), Mycroft x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death and violence, maybe some fluff

You pull up outside of a lovely mansion. Some Victorian features standing out to you as you approach. You pull up a little way behind Mycroft's car still admiring the architectural beauty of the home. As Mycroft exits his car you see Jhon, Mary and Sherlock all stood outside the building by the steps waiting for both you and Mycroft to arrive. “Brother I see you were successful in getting the woman,” Sherlock shouts as your placing your helmet on the back of your bike still shocked at the beauty of the place. though you weren't surprised he has such a beautiful home he does pretty much run Britain.

You can hear Sherlock and Mycroft bickering about something but you are too interested in what stands behind the beautiful oak doors. You carefully make your way up the stairs towards the doors pushing them open carefully to inspect the home and wonders that stand beyond the threshold. As the doors open you are meet with a grand staircase leading to more floors the start of the bannister carved with lions, the wood smooth and polished, the floors are a beautiful dark oak and the large rug makes it seem as though the queen comes here for her stays away. The hallway well more of a room leads off into four other rooms each with there own elaborate carved door the doorframe just as beautiful with the spirals and climbing ivy carved into them. Small plants and paintings bring more life to the surrounding area as well as the large window at the top of the stairs. Mycroft's umbrella stand just off to your right as well as a small coat stand. The life off luxury as far as you can see.

A maid skitters past you an that's when you realise it has gone quite that you can no longer hear Sherlock and Mycroft bickering nor can you hear mary laughing at there childish behaviour. You turn to see all of them looking at you with a sense of curiosity but also a look of mild amusement. “ I always did enjoy beautiful architecture. It has almost got me killed a few times.” Your comment still looking at the group.

Mycroft steps towards you hand extended coat and umbrella now has gone, “Shall we discuss business then dear?” It wasn't a question more of a command you had no choice in the matter and it would be to much hassle to kick up a fuss now, so you take his hand and let him lead you through the second door on your left. As you all come into the spacious office you admire the books that line both sides of the office the mahogany desk just in front of the large bay window. It's not an extravagant room but the simplicity is enough to bring it together to make a comfy environment. Mycroft leads you to the desk pulling out the chair for you before rounding it to the other side. “ I won’t waste your time with small talk and bring us straight to business instead. We both know your not one to have small talks .” The way he talks shows he knows exactly who you are, he knows how you want things to go and it's unnerving to have someone read you like a book. “Well, Mr Holmes as you know I’m not one to usually stick around for any type of chat or talk whatever you may wish to call it. But it would be a bother to kick up a fuss now so you have my attention.” You give him a small smile your eyes not giving away the slight twist in your stomach, or the fact that you are afraid of not being in control of what happens. “ Well, let’s get to it shall we then Miss L/n.”

You talk for at least an hour about different details and how things will work. He tells you that you will be staying here at his home for most of it, but on the days that you are working with Sherlock, you will be staying at Baker street with him. You proceed to argue with Sherlock for half an hour when he proceeds to put restrictions on the number of knives you can carry around with you arguing that he is a child with a gun and you are a wolf with its claws. It is finally settled when you too have a test to see who can balance a knife for the longest on the tip of their finger without dropping it. Sherlock loses miserably when he drops it and cuts his finger in the process with you laughing and then proceeding to look after it by cleaning and stitching the wound the others surprised at the kindness and skill that you have. “ You really are an idiot and also why did you try to catch the knife. Were you trying to get it to cut off your finger?” You question well trying not to laugh at his attempts to impress you with his terrible knife skills.

Hey guys sorry it’s been so long but I’m back for longer this time and imma sort the master list out and get the blog in shape again xx

-LadyZoMBiie

@livly1391 @thecmchannel @astridstark13

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screechinginthevoid · 5 years

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Kitchen Mayhem

(LD+R shapeshifters x necromancer!reader)

This wasnt right.

Why, how did it even happened?,you went to the grocery store and when youre back, the whole kitchen was a mess, all caps, MESS , that you're sure you'll make em clean out.

-I want an explanation, right about now-

You told to the two werewolves, as you leaned on the door frame.Sobieski tried to say something, opening his mouth to articulate a word, yet nothing comes out.Meanwhile, you can see decker, already grabbing a mop and weeping the soup off the floor, you sigh , cleaning the pot , rubbing off the burnt veggies.

-Look guys-you said,trying to Summon all the patience you could- I get that both of you are happy to have a New house, I really do, but PLEASE , if youre going to Cook ,do it carefully, I dont want you guys getting burnt by something, allright?-

Sobieski comes from behind an hugs you,whispering a soft 'sorry', soon after, decker does the same, you chuckle and kiss their foreheads.

After cleaning , you guys end up ordering something.

The Next night, however, you found a really nice cooked meal on the livingroom.

Actually, all was tidy,and even...romantic?.

There were candles, roses, and in the table there they were, Sob and deck are just there, casually talking as you take a Seat, both of them grabs you by one hand each.

-We followed the recipe to the letter, and it is actually edible- decker said,the thought of both deck and Sob cooking while trying not to make a mess was cute,probably decker scoffed jhon about trying to get a 'sample ' of the food, smacking the bigger werewolf's hand away -wanna try it?-

-Why yes of course-you Grab a piece with the fork, eating it, youre surprised, it actually tastes pretty good!- oh god,deck, this is actually really good!-

Both them smile.

- Youre lucky there is still a bit of food to eat, jhon here ate as much as he wanted before you came-

Decker said giving sobieski a look.

-Guilty as charged, what can I say?-

The three of you laugh.

[...]

Later that night, you, sobieski and decker ste laying on the bed, it was rather late.

-Im going to make myself a midnight snack-

Jhon said getting out of the bed.

-OH HELL NO!-

You and decker shouted at the same time.

-Jeez okay okay, Man...-

Sobieski said returning to bed.

Needless to say that the Next day you and decker found the kitchen all dirty again...looks Like jhon did got himself a midnight snack...

[...]

~Void.

#sobieski decker #love death and robots #ldr #ld+r #shapeshifter

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