#PERSONALLY. If I say a place almost killed me I'd have to be on the brink of homelessness and bankruptcy to go back to it. But thats just me

[selineram3421]

*watching Hazbin Hotel and sees this deer man kicking his feet* I must have this in a fic!

Lovesick Alastor

Alastor X Reader

Warning ⚠

⚠ The tale of the Radio Demon falling in love. Blood, possessive, obsessive, yandere coded Alastor ⚠

Alastor had felt indifferent to romance for years.

What a silly thing! It was too stupid, dangerous, something that can turn you into a fool and get you killed.

Yes, he stayed cleared of it in life and in Hell.

That is until he got to know you.

You.

A lovely demon that is passionate in everything they do. A strong, powerful, and loving person who can be a bit of a klutz at times.

The first time he met you, you were dancing and singing to a song playing on the phonograph, the vinyl having a very energizing tune.

Rosie had sent him to you to try and start up a deal. You were starting up a shop nearby the colony and needed help getting your footing into the door. Your store was lacking in attention.

The perfect person to get a soul from.

Something held him back though. He just had to get to know the demon that tripped over their feet when spotting him.

"Falling for me already?", he joked.

But it was him who fell first.

You shined so brightly, how could he not?

Instead of having your soul the Radio Demon set out to have your heart.

Rosie was surprised that her friend did not make a deal and questioned him, curious with the change.

"Alastor, you never turn down a deal! Especially when this one is so easy.", she put down her tea cup, setting it down on the saucer.

"It's nothing to be concerned about, really. I just found something better.", he grinned and ate an appetizer.

"Hmm, alright. If you say so.", she let it drop for now.

Alastor paid a visit to your shop everyday.

He helped you renovate, pick out the best products for you to sell, and even had the pleasure to celebrate the first official opening.

Your shop was that of knick-knacks, it had things for customization. Mostly for anniversaries, birthdays, and celebration sorts. Doing things like engraving, embroidery, and carving.

One day you gave him a gift of his own.

"I wanted to thank you for all the help you've given me over the past few months.", you smiled and gently placed a small round box in his hand. "I hope you like it."

"Oh! And what is this?", he said and opened it, hearing music and a small smoke figures rising from the box to dance.

He noticed that the figure looked a lot like him and you, which got his dead heart to skip.

"This is wonderful."

Alastor looked up from the box and saw you beaming with joy.

"I'm so glad you like it!"

"No darling, I love it.", he corrected and took your hand. "If my guess is right, might I have the pleasure of courting you?"

"Only if you are true.", you squeezed his hand.

"Nothing but for you.", he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

After that he quickly went to Rosie and almost kicked the door down.

"I have news!"

"Don't you kick my door!", his friend walked over to greet him.

The Radio Demon's smile was wide and he had an extra bounce in his step.

"I have news."

"You've said that already.", Rosie guided him over to her office.

After settling in, she sat down and patted the seat next to her. "Now, tell me what's got you so theatrical. Not that you aren't but this is more than usual."

"I can't sit now! I have to prepare!", the red dressed demon exclaimed. "I've begun courting someone and they've already given me a gift. I must return that tenfold! No! A hundred times more! A thousand! Millions!"

Rosie gasped and stood in shock.

"You? In love? I never thought I'd see the day!"

Alastor quickly turned towards the door. "I need to get them flowers!"

The woman quickly put a stop to his rambling.

"Now hold on old boy.", she sat him down. "Have you given thought to what they like the most? Surely you must have more ideas than just the old rose bouquet."

"Of course!", he laughed and pulled out a list from his chest pocket.

Once getting the all clear from his friend, and more ideas for gifts and actions, he took off to get something that would make you happy.

Alastor did everything and more.

Spoiling you with anything you could ever desire. Of course, this also caught the attention of his rival.

"When the fuck did this happen!?", Vox stared at the distorted screen.

It was a picture of the Radio Demon and a lovely looking thing on his arm.

"Don't know but its what Velvette found while scrolling.", Valentino said while cleaning his gun. "They don't look that entertaining."

The next day you found the underling of T.V. Overlord in your shop.

"Hello? Is there something you'd like to place an order on?", you asked walking over.

"Hello! My boss sent me here.", they handed a clipboard to you. "Please sign here for the package."

"Package? I didn't buy anything.", you said confused.

"Something was sent to you from my boss. This is just for confirmation that you received it.", they pushed it closer to you.

"Why?", you looked over the paper, not even taking the clipboard from the demon.

"Please just sign it.", they sighed.

"Dear? What's taking so long?", Alastor walked out of the back room, static growing louder once seeing the demon with the Vox-tech logo on his jacket. "Why are you here?"

"I'm j-just doing my job, sir.", the demon froze.

"Alastor.", you said, quickly getting the deer demon's attention. "I'll handle this. Don't you worry.", you smiled.

"Very well.", he quickly agreed and backed off, glaring at the demon. "Don't let this take long.", he threatened them.

You turned to the demon and smiled.

"I reject it, whatever it is."

Of course Vox wasn't happy with that.

Alastor was pissed.

How dare that piece of technologic crap try and get your attention. You were his, he had your affection first and it would also be your last. You would be with him forever and no one will take you.

So, to make sure this didn't happen again, the smiling demon sent back the Vox-tech worker back in a bloody box.

"Darling~", he hugged you from behind.

Both of you were in the back of your shop again, you were going over your stock.

"Come with me to this hotel I saw on the news. It looks quite entertaining!"

"I'd love to Alastor but you know I have to do my work.", you caressed the side of his face. "I'll let you know when I can visit as soon as I'm done with the set of rings."

"Rings?", he asked.

"Yes, there was this couple celebrating an anniversary and wanted their wedding rings engraved.", you smiled.

"Still together even after death? How romantic.", the deer commented. "I suppose I can wait for a bit longer. Though I do wish you could just drop everything."

"You know I can't.", you laughed and kissed his cheek.

Satisfied for now, the Radio Demon left for the hotel. Of course not everything was a smooth sailing but he managed to get everything settled for you to join him.

And when you did he was ecstatic.

"Darling! I see you finished those rings!", he twirled you in a hug.

"I missed you too love.", you hugged back.

The hazbin crew was shocked seeing him so affectionate with you.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Oh how rude of me!", Alastor set you down but still held you close. "This is my significant other!"

"The fuck! Is this why you kept saying no to my offers!?", Angel crossed his arms.

"They are not the only reason! You are disgusting!", the deer demon grinned.

"What offers?", you questioned.

"This fellow kept offering to warm my bed dear."

"Oh?"

The room got darker and the walls started to distort.

"Hold on!", a blonde jumped in. "There is no killing guests in the hotel!"

"Charlie! Get away from them!", a white haired woman ran over with a spear.

You rolled your eyes and stopped.

"Sorry.", you smiled. "Didn't mean to scare you, I wouldn't dream of ruining your carpets!"

The two calmed down.

Alastor laughed and pulled you away from the group. "Don't you worry my darling, I made sure to threaten the spider properly. Let me show you around! I have a room set up to your liking."

"What? When did you-?"

"Let's go!", he teleported you with him using his shadows.

Everyone stood confused in the lobby.

"When the fuck did he start dating? How crazy is that demon to accept?"

Meanwhile you and Alastor were in your own little world. He showed you your hotel room and conjured up a door to connect your rooms together.

"If its too much I can get rid of the door.", he said and turned to look back at you. "What do you think?"

"Its very sweet of you.", you yanked him down by his bowtie. "Why didn't you tell me about the first time that spider made a comment like that?", you said in a commanding tone.

Your deer chuckled and kissed you.

"Because I knew that you would get jealous and I love to see you get like this.", he pulled you by the waist and into a dip. "We both know that I'd never accept something like that. Especially if its not you."

"I won't go there.", you moved your hands to hold his face. "I know you don't like things like that."

"I appreciate it my love.", he pulled you back up. "Now, what else would you like to do?"

"They said no killing, right?", you asked.

"Yes, no sinning here in the hotel my dearest.", he went to lie down on your bed.

"I can give him a good scare though.", you smiled and laughed darkly, plotting out a scheme.

Alastor sighed dreamily, kicking his feet back and forth as he watched you set up a plan.

Yes, he had fallen but he doesn't regret it.

Not one bit.

From: Lovesick Alastor Headcanon

~Seline, the person.

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[serene-destruction]

(Platonic) Reactions To Finding Out You're In Hell For Killing Your Abuser [Angel, Lucifer, Alastor, Vox]

TW: Mentions of childhood sexual abuse | Cannon typical violence | Mentions of suicide

A/n: this one is really dark so reader discretion is greatly advised. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4.5k

Angel Dust

You and Angel Dust likely met at the hotel. You were a newer resident of hell that just so happened to be spotted by Charlie and taken in after wondering the streets.

He didn't take to you right away, considering he had his own issues to deal with. Not to mention that you were such a goody two shoes that it kinda made him feel even worse about himself. Despite his name he knew he was far from any angel and your presence only exemplified that.

By all accounts you seemed to save your shit together. A drug free, pure and kind person, through and through. You never faltered. So it takes a while for him to even stand being in your presence, longer to actually try and talk with you. He hates that he doesn't find something to hate about you. Just so damn perfect.

He should have known better, truthfully. No one gets sent to hell off a whim, there were reasons. He was just so blinded by your purity at first that he doesn't see it. He isn't the only one, either. Charlie would be the first to use you as an example of purity.

But all the same the two of you do end up getting close to each other. You may be a bit straight-laced for his taste, but he can't help but grow attached. You're a good kid, you really don't deserve to be here.

It only takes one night for his perceptions of you to shatter

It started with one of Charlie's trust games. You were all meant to share what sins brought you down here. In a place like hell that wasn't usually a very taboo subject. Murder, drugs, sex, Angel's heard it all. But despite that assurance you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the exercise. You had locked yourself in your room, refusing to participate. So while the others went on ahead Angel decided he'd talk to you.

“Kid! C’mon, it can't be that bad!”

“I don't want to!” You were adamant. He should have known it right then

“Kid…look, can ya at least let me in? I'm tired of yelling through the door!” He pleaded and, to his surprise, you did. Your eyes avoided him completely as you allowed him to step in the room. Even when the two of you sat down on your bed you didn't budge. You looked almost as terrified as the first day you came here.

“Look, I get that admittin’ what you done can be a bit…embarrassin’ sometimes,” he's tries to calm you.

“But none of us are perfect and you ain't any different. Hell, it might even be good for you” his attempt at comfort didn't seem to be working. In fact he might have made it worse, given how you turned further away from him.

“It’s not just because it's embarrassing! I- I just don't want to tell everyone!” you answer through a tightening voice. There's a pause as Angel considers your words before he speaks again.

“Then you don't gotta tell everyone. You can just tell me” He was surprised when the offer had you turning back to him, though your discomfort was still evident. You didn't say anything at first but eventually you found the words.

“...Promise you won't tell anybody?” he fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was sure you were being overdramatic. You probably told a little lie that got out of control or accidentally kicked a puppy or-

“Promise” he answered anyway.

And so you told him

“I…I was tired of him touching me” Angel’s stomach immediately drops at just those few words. All of his previous downplaying caused an explosion of guilt within him.

“He was always touching. Every day since I was little. Every time he was over, every time I was alone. I couldn't- I…I just wanted it to be over”

He knew where this was going.

“I-I snapped. I just couldn't take it anymore. Eighteen fucking years” your voice is a mix of rage and pain, a sound he didn't think you capable of until now.

“I'd never been so angry. I didn't- I didn't know what I was doing until it was over. There was blood everywhere- I killed him and…and I couldn't live with myself. I'd never done something like that before! I'd never hurt anyone! I couldn't live with that- I couldn't-”

Before you can spiral any further you feel Angels hand land on yours. With slow, purposeful movements he pulled you into his arms. You freeze for a moment, caught entirely off guard by the sudden comfort. He was careful not to hold you too tight and keep his breaths steady. Keep himself predictable.

“S’okay kid…You didn't do a damn thing wrong” his whispered words break through your shock, melting you into a pile of sobs in his arms, gripping onto him like your very soul depended on it.

After that night the two of you quickly become known for your fierce protectiveness over each other. Angel swears that if he ever sees the bastard he'll rip him a new asshole before shoving a spike in it.

Lucifer Morningstar

You were one of many assistants to Lucifer, helping him with the many tasks he doesn't ever keep up with as the king of hell. You are most likely ignored and/or forgotten about for a while. He is far too, uh…busy for remembering much of anything, let alone names and job titles.

However you do manage to catch his eyes when he finally notices your apparent lack of any sort of social life in hell. Unlike the others he has working for him who seem all too happy to indulge in hells many depraved luxuries, you aren't one of them.

It triggers his curiosity, so he starts to remember your name and even manages to strike up conversations with you that don't sound like he's desperately trying to remember who he's even talking to.

You begin to be the first person he goes to when he needs something done and in turn you go to him when you need something as well. It's never anything too much, he notices. Always just small tasks that take him almost no effort at all. But you seem to beam at even the smallest kindness.

But then there is that ill-fated night…

It was late and you were still hard at work in your office.

Or at least you would have been, if you didn't feel like the weight of everything was weighing down on you as you stared down the two items Lucifer had left for you. A small note and a tiny rubber duck. You kept re-reading the note over and over again.

‘You're a good kid, Y/n. Keep it up’

The small gesture had formed a sickening guilt in you. You were the farthest thing from good. What you had done rightfully landed you in the shithole you belonged in. You didn't deserve his kindness, let alone his care. You felt so guilty for ever allowing him to think that you-

A knock at your door has you quickly wiping away your tears. Before you can say anything he opens it, his wide smile falling immediately.

“Oh no, what-” he pauses when he sees the death grip you have on the rubber duck he'd gifted, your eyes unable to even glance at him. He gives a nervous laugh at that. It sounds more worried than anything.

“You uh- don't like the gift, I take it?” At that your head whips to look at him, an attempt to calm your nerves written all over your face.

“No! No that's not-…no” your frantic words die down quickly as you quickly turn away again, unable to look the man in the eyes. There is a long silence that feels almost like an eternity passing. Then, to your complete surprise, he slowly pulls up a chair next to you, his eyes not turning from you for even a moment.

“Do you…maybe wanna talk about what it is then?” His voice is disarming, a mix of poorly feigned calm and genuine concern. It frightens you how quickly he makes you want to spill your guts.

“It's- I’m not-” You pause, trying to collect your words. You know then that you can't bear to tell him anything but the truth.

“I don't deserve this” you gesture to the toy and his letter. He doesn't seem to understand.

“You? Y/n, you're practically the only reason I get any work done around here! The least I can do is this, truly. Why wouldn't you deserve it?” His tone is full of disbelief, almost entirely sure that you must be avoiding telling him the entire truth.

“Because it isn't true” the bluntness of your words catches him off guard.

“I killed him and…and it felt good when I did it. It felt good to hurt him like he hurt me, it felt good being in control. It didn't feel bad when I put that knife through his throat, It didn't feel bad when I finally got him to stop touching me. It didn't…until it was over” the tears that had brimmed at your eyes fell like rivers, your attempts to wipe them away fruitless. You didn't dare look him in the eye, even as you continued.

“There was so much blood. I…I didn't know what to do. I- I didn't mean- no, no I did. But I just couldn't live with it. I couldn't live knowing that I killed him and that all I could think about was that he'd never touch me again! I couldn't-!” your words are cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around you. For a moment you freeze, confused and horrified by the action, that is until the comfort of it seeps into you, knowing that the hands that held you now meant no harm. After that you sobbed into him.

Only once you'd calmed your sobs to hiccups and your grip loosened did he finally pull away. But he didn't go far and his eyes looked at you with nothing but pure concern.

“You listen to me, okay? I would never hold that against you. I couldn't if I tried. You did what you had to and I trust that you did it for the right reasons” his words of forgiveness strike through you, hitting you directly in your wounded heart. Never before had you believed anyone could look so kindly upon you knowing what you'd done.

After that day Lucifer had become quite father-like to you, treating you just like he would his own kid. You practically become an honorary Morningstar.

Alastor

You and Alastor have an…interesting relationship. the two of you very likely met at the hotel, considering he wouldn't have given you a second glance otherwise. You were, after all, just one of the many other souls, and not an impressive one at that. Meek, young and weak.

It takes a long while for Alastor to warm up to you, most likely because you avoid him at all cost. You learn quickly that Alastor doesn't like being avoided like that when he begins to follow you around.

It's through conversation that he grows interested in you. When you aren't blinded by your fear he's actually a great conversationalist, especially when he's alone with you. It seems almost like he drops a bit of his guard as well, something you explain away as you being of zero threat to him. The two of you often talk of your plans for the day and whatever latest idea Charlie has conjured. Small talk, for the most part. Never anything personal

Which is why you are so caught off guard when he asks the truthfully inevitable question.

It was a usual calm morning in the hotel kitchen. A bit of smooth jazz played from an old radio, the coffee machine churned, the constant static from Alastor flowed through the room and the sound of idle chit-chat passed between the two of you. Besides the fact that no one else joined the two of you, it all seemed relatively normal.

“I must say, for someone in Hell you have quite the kind heart, my dear. One might even ask how you managed to get yourself down here” Alastors words cause your heart to sink almost immediately. Your body tenses, your breathing catching for just a moment. You make sure to keep your eyes on the coffee pot and manage to give him a halfhearted laugh. But you know the moment he goes quiet for just that second too long that he noticed.

“How did you end up down here, if you don't mind telling me?” You feel your tongue go dry, your jaw clench, your entire being beg to leave this conversation. But you knew there wasn't a chance in all of Hell that you'd get out of this. If he didn't get an answer now he'd be sure to get one later.

“I uh…” you start, nausea threatening to crawl in.

“I don't know” you try to answer, hoping beyond hope that it would satisfy him.

It did not.

“Now now, one mustn't feel the need to lie to friends. I assure you I've seen worse than whatever it is you managed to do!” You pause at his words, finally turning over your shoulder to look at him.

“We’re…friends?” You ask, surprised to see him look almost just as confused by your words.

“Why of course! The both of us have quite nice talks with one another, why wouldn't we be?” He seems so confident as he speaks. Despite how skeptical you've been ever since meeting him, you can't help but feel that he might genuinely be growing on you. Fuck, you might even trust the guy. Not with your soul, mind you, but you were sure at least your words would be safe with him.

“Out with it then, what got you sent down to this lovely pit of fire and brimstone?” his tone is jovial and light, not taking this nearly as seriously as you felt he should be. You were weirded out when it actually helped you calm down a little.

“Well…” should you tell him? Would he even care? Would he blink an eye at your suffering? Would he laugh at you? All the possibilities ran through your head at once.

When you finally turned to face him he gave you an expectant look, fully anticipating an answer from you. So you took a deep breath and turned your head to gaze at a nearby wall before beginning.

“My uncle, he um…well he didn't really know how to keep his hands to himself. Ever since I first met the man he wouldn't keep his damn hands off me. Then mom died and I had to live with him and…” you pause a moment, trying to keep yourself together. With a deep breath you continued.

“He never stopped touching me. No one believed me, no one did anything. Not when I was eight, or ten, or fifteen. Not after either. I was just alone with him. Every day of every month of every year…until I couldn't take it anymore” your voice was quiet now, just above a whisper to keep it from shaking.

“I was cooking dinner when he came behind me and-…I snapped and…well I'm not really sure. I just remember being covered in blood and knowing that no one would believe me. So I did what I thought was the only thing I could do. Next thing I knew I found out I had been damned for all eternity” you hugged yourself in an attempt at comfort that wasn't working. You managed, by the smallest effort, to keep your tears in and your breath steady, but you knew you'd break at any moment. When you turned to him, his smile still plastered and staring blankly at you, you thought you just might have done so then. So you quickly turned back around to save yourself the embarrassment.

“But yeah. Pretty sure that's why I'm here-”

“That was quite brave of you” his words shock you still enough that you might have even felt your heart stop. Your head snaps back to him in an instant, unsure if you'd heard him right. He's standing now, smile just a little less wide and leaning on his cane. If you didn't know any better you might have mistaken it for a look of uncanny care.

“What?” You whisper the word. He stands a little taller at that.

“When the world stops caring then one must simply make it. Very few do so, and so I applaud your effort in taking fate into your own hands” he is serious, almost deathly so. His words aren’t what you expected, but they are actually some of the most comforting you'd ever heard. Not only because he believed you, but because he truly believed you'd done the right thing.

“...Thank you” his smile widens again and you catch how ever so slightly bigger his antlers have gotten and the small flicks of green that seem to only show in your peripheral. You choose not to say anything about it.

“Of course! Now I simply must be on my way! There is much to do and so little time. Have a pleasant rest of your morning!” he was out the door before you even realized he was leaving. You would have said goodbye yourself if you didn't know he was already gone. And without his coffee too!

After this little incident Alastor seems almost tied at your hip. You are warned time and time again not to get too close to him but after the way he took the news of your sin you honestly don't think you could push him away. He was the first person you'd ever told in Hell, the first person to ever believe you. And given how keen he is on keeping you safe both in and out of the hotel you are quite happy to call him a friend.

Vox

The only way you'd be able to get even a second glance from Vox is if you worked for him and, let's be real, he couldn't have given less of a shit about you when he first met you. You were one out of thousands that worked on his many, many projects. You were lucky if he ever even read your name, let alone remembered it.

It takes quite the circumstance for him to notice you and it's likely only because of very selfish reasons. Maybe he picks you out of the crowd as a gag at first. The big CEO talking to this meek little low life, giving them a glance at something they'll never achieve.

But Vox has a way of getting attached to the strangest things sometimes and you end up being among them. Maybe it's the way you go along with whatever he's saying, playing to his ego. Maybe it's the way he knows you don't mean a single word and he feels he has to prove himself. Or maybe he just liked having a bit of a babyface around to impress. Either way, he ends up kind of taking you in.

You become a sort of protege to Vox as he teaches you all about his company and how to run it; mostly so he can hand you the tasks of the day that he doesn't feel like handling. You're a secretary of sorts. He does, however, try to keep a distance between you and the other V’s. Mostly because he knows they can be a bit much and he doesn't want to scare you off just yet.

But it's inevitable that you would meet them someday. And, as he expected, the first meeting didn't go very well.

You and Vox were on your way down the hall in the middle of idle conversation that was mostly work related. You liked having these conversations with him, mostly because he always seemed so pleased when you'd give him an idea he liked or a change he'd consider. You felt useful in a way you hadn't really ever felt before-

“My my, if it isn't Vox and his new little pet” the voice speaks behind you and both you and Vox turn to see who it is. You are set on edge when Vox gets suddenly nervous.

“Val! I thought you had work down in the studio today?” Vox’s voice booms in the way you know he only does when he's trying to keep his cool. You make sure to stand a little closer to him when Val walks up to the two of you.

“You've been hiding from me, love. So I figured I'd pay a visit. Good thing too” the moth man leans down to you so close you feel your entire being beg to disappear.

“I wouldn’t have met the darling that's been keeping Voxy so occupied. Cosita bonita” he looks down at you, his smile alone sending a cold shiver up your spine. He grabs your hand and instead of doing anything normal like shaking or kissing it, he instead begins to lick up your arm.

“Rumor has it your little fall from grace betrays how sweet as you look” Horrified and feeling very familiar fear consume your being, you freeze up. Luckily, and rather surprisingly, Vox very quickly pulls him away from you.

“Alright, alright that's enough of that!” his tone is that of a light reprimand, though the swirls in his eyes betray him. He effortlessly spins the moth man around in something similar to a dance, ending with the two of them facing away from you. Whispered words are exchanged, Val glancing back at you for only a moment afterwards before walking off with no complaint.

Vox straightens his suit, his performative smile falling for a moment before turning back to you.

“Let's get back on our way” he beckons you as he continues to walk. You follow along, compliant as ever. He leads you to an elevator where the two of you get in and he clicks whatever floor he'd decided he had work on. You think everything is relatively normal until, with a wave of his hand, the elevator stops.

“What did he mean?” The question confuses you.

“...about what?” You ask, unsure what he was getting at. He turns to you.

“About your ‘fall from grace', what was he getting at?” the realization dawns on you the same way acid would drip into an old wound. There was really only one thing that could mean and the fact that a man you'd never met knew enough to mention it made you sick to your stomach.

“Kid?” He calls to you and it's only then you notice tears build in your eyes. You quickly blink them away before making sure to avoid looking in his general direction.

“I…don't know” you tried, very unconvincingly, to feign ignorance. Unfortunately that didn't go over well with him.

“I don't think I've met a worse liar in the entirety of Hell than you” he states plainly and you can't help but agree. You hadn't really ever had practice in the field. Yet even with his call on your bullshit you chose to stay silent.

“Look, If Val knows then chances are I'm finding out anyway. He's not exactly great at keeping his mouth shut” he tries to convince an answer out of you but his words only make it worse. You didn't want that creep to know in the first place! But, being ever so horrible at keeping such a cold front up, you break under his gaze.

“It’s why I'm in Hell” you start off vague and you notice how he leans in just a bit closer.

“Seriously? That's what's got you upset? What, was it embarrassing? Because believe me, I'm sure I've heard worse” he was really trying to sell you that notion, what with the wide smile and undivided attention, but you couldn't help the nagging voice that told you he wouldn't believe you.

But still, you assumed it better he heard it from you than Val. After all, you and Vox were pretty close at this point. If there was anyone that you'd tell, it would be him.

“No it's- well it is embarrassing, but-” you stammer a moment, trying to find the right way to say it. Soon enough you fix your eyes on the metal doors and just spill.

“I had an uncle. I lived with him for a while, most of my human life really. And he uh…I was just a kid at the time and he- he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Just kept…touching me. For years” the way the information pours out of you is forced. Like you have to pry it from your own mind and shove it out your throat. But there was no point stopping now.

“And then I just couldn't take it anymore. I don't even really know what happened. One second I was cooking dinner and the next he came behind me and…and then everything was bloody and…” you trail for a moment, your mind brought back to that horrific memory. Without a thought you finally turn to Vox.

He looks completely deflated, stripped of that egocentric smile of his and leaving nothing but a shocked still expression in its place. His mouth hangs slightly open as if to say something, but no words come. You feel your tears sting your eyes at the sight.

“No one believed me when I told them what he was doing, no one believed me when I told them for how long. So I knew when I killed him it would just be the same. That they'd make him a martyr and I'd be the villain and- and I couldn't deal with that! I- I didn't want to live through that again!” your voice raises at the end, voice pleading to be listened to, to be believed. Fuck, even just heard.

You get what you ask for with his stunned silence and tense posture. After a moment though you can't help but feel like you want to take your words back, his silence disturbing you greatly.

Just as you're about to ask him to forget what he'd heard, to pretend like you hadn't ever said anything and move on like normal, his hands reach slowly for you. The movement confuses you so greatly that you don't even think to stop him when he silently pulls you into him. You stand rigid for a long moment before, bit by bit, melting into sobs. He holds you tighter in the silence of the elevator and you can't help but grip onto him like your afterlife depended on it.

It's after this that Vox becomes fiercely protective of you. It's incredibly strange for everyone, including yourself. He is adamant that it's just because you know so much about his company, that it's all purely business. But when you think back to that day in the elevator you can't help but believe that he might just actually care about you.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel & reader #alastor & reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar & reader #vox & reader #angel dust & reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox & reader #hazbin hotel angel dust & reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #platonic hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel & you #gn reader

[sillyandquest]

Y'all know the cardboard cutouts in Poppy Playtime?

I like to think that they're a small glimpse in those characters personalities, and what they would've been like if we'd been able to interact with them in-game. The cutouts also seem to indicate the sanity level of each Smiling Critter.

This'll be a long one, I'll see you at the end of you wanna read!

Spoilers:

Anyway, that means Bubba Bubbafant would've been outwardly friendly, yet still resentful of the player. He also might've been losing his sanity quickly, probably due to CatNap's gas.

"Hey! I remember you!.....An elephant always remembers!.......Want to know what I remember about you?........*Devolves into hysterical laughter/screams/glitches.*"

Had he been in the game as a Bigger Body experiment, I doubt he would go out of his way to help. He might've just hidden himself away like Kissy and Poppy, or fully lost it before he could try to help the player and got killed off.

Next is Kickin' Chicken. He's different in that he seems like he would've provided encouragement to the player, maybe even try and protect them.

"Wanna go outside and hang out?.... I've never been outside before.........Will you come with me? I'm scared.......Here, I'll step out first......*screams/glitches.*"

He also seems to have been killed off early, maybe he was even the first Critter to be killed. (He's embracing his inner Chica now-). I say this because, aside from DogDay, Kickin' Chicken seems the most sane in comparison to all the Critters.

CatNap's cut out doesn't have much other than breathing noises and snores that devolve into glitches.

Picky Piggy sounds sane, but I think she probably ate some of the other Critters. Probably Bubba Bubbafant, Kickin' Chicken, and Crafty Corn. If she could interact with the player, I think she'd be friendly at first before showing her true colors.

"Roast beef? Delicious!......Grilled chicken? Down the hatch!......Seared Elephant! Yum!......Flayed Unicorn? Mmmmm!.......Still hungry.....Hey, what do ya say you and I be friends?"

She definitely wouldn't have been helpful, and would've absolutely tried to eat the player.

I think Hoppy Hopscotch could've tried to help as a Bigger Body experiment, maybe a little pushy and impatient towards the player. Probably because she's desperate to escape.

"Wanna try hopping to the moon with me?.....On three with me!....1, 2, 3!...Heh, didn't get very far, did we?.....Listen, this won't stop until we make it to the moon!.....1, 2- No,no, don't look at your feet! None of that matters! Again! Again!.....Jump! JUUUU- *glitches out*"

She seemed to have a good heart and wanted to help but was likely taken out while escaping. I'd call her sane enough to be trusted, just desperate.

DogDay is certified best boy and definitely would've wanted to help you, even at the cost of his life/freedom. He knows this is a terrible place to be in and wants the player to leave as soon as possible.

"Go, go! As far as you can!......Why are you just standing there?.....You can't be here, you can't stay......*screams/glitches.*"

He knows he can't leave and encouraged the player go. He sounds sad when he speaks. Would likely be the last Critter to stick by the players side no matter what.

Crafty Corn up next! She seems very focused on painting and almost definitely killed someone because she was out of red.

"Pass me the blue please!.....Thanks! Now can you give me some red?.....Out? But we can't be out..... You're hiding more red from me......I know you are.....GIVE IT HERE *glitchy screams*

Yeah, I wouldn't really trust her. She'd be fine by herself or if the player gives her all the materials she asks for, but Crafty would've probably gotten agitated and attacked quickly.

Finally, Bobby Bearhug! She comes across as super loving, but also clingy and desperate for an escape. Sounding a little unhinged at times. If the player could've interacted with her, she might've clung to them, possibly even protected them if they convinced her that she could go with them.

"I love you to the moon and back!..... I'm crazy about you!.....I'm lost without you.....I've been lost a long time......Please, take me with you this time?.....You won't leave me, will you?!."

She sounds like she's lonely and craves companionship. Her cutout is actually the only one that doesn't end in glitches or screams so I think the player could've trusted her. She might've had a fragile mental state, but I don't think she would've tried to kill you.

Thanks for reading til the end! Stay safe!

#poppy playtime #dogday #bubba bubbaphant #kickin' chicken #picky piggy #hoppy hopscotch #crafty corn #bobby bearhug #catnap

[frangipani-wanderlust]

is there any truth to those 911 "codes" people see circulating (like ordering a pizza)? Is there a good way to tip you guys off that we need help without saying for sake of an example, "my ex husband is here and drunk and dangerous"?

There is absolutely no truth at all whatsoever to the "pizza code" and definitely not established set of "this topping means this and that one means that" at all. Don't kill yourself memorizing them, that won't mean anything. There are no codes that 911 calltakers are trained on, other than our local 10-codes for the police (and those are not standardized, so knowing them in one jurisdiction won't help you in another).

The situation you described would be tricky to navigate, honestly, but let's see. If I get a 911 call, it's going to start with, "911, what is the address of the emergency."

If the caller says, "Yes, I'd like to have a pizza delivered to 111 Underhill DR." my first thought is going to be that they dialed a wrong number.

So now, I'm gonna confirm that thought. "I'm sorry, you've called 911. Did you intend to call a pizza place?" Or maybe—now that you've got me gamplanning this out—I'd say, "Do you have an emergency?" as the question there, instead.

At this point, anyone who doesn't have an emergency is going to give me their schpiel about how their phone called by mistake or that it was a butt dial or their kid grabbed their phone. Whatever happened. We get a lot of accidental dials.*

If you are not able to speak freely, you're not going to say that. You'll answer that question however you answer it, but whatever it is won't be an explanation of why you called by mistake, and it will almost certainly not be a direct answer to the question I asked either. Whatever you say here is gonna be weird.

(Don't start spouting wacky nonsense, as we do have actual literal crazy people who call and report their hallucinations on 911. So, what you say here should follow the thread of the question asked, but don't tell the calltaker you don't have an emergency or that you dialed by mistake.)

From there, I'm gonna start asking yes-or-no questions, to allow you to answer without whoever might be listing hear you say things other than that. "Is there someone there with you?" "Can you speak freely?" "Do they have a weapon?" Stuff like that. If there's a point where you have to stop talking, I am going to ask you to put the phone down, but not hang up the call, that way I can still hear the noise in the background. By this point, police are already on their way. And I am definitely going to stay on the line until they arrive. So whatever I hear in the background gets relayed to the responders in real time.

* Even for accidental dials, I will double down on getting confirmation by asking, "If you had an emergency, would you be able to tell me?" I do this now for every single person who says they accidental dialed or didn't call because one of the times I just happened to ask it and the caller immediately hung up. To this day, I don't know what was happening, but I do know we absolutely did our due diligence and sent police to go check.

#actual 911 #emergency services #asks #answers #text convos

[allbark-no-bite]

Guilty Conscience || Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: the guilty don’t sleep. nor do their girlfriends

warnings: mentions of death/murder

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: set in season 2. this one is one i posted on Wattpad a while back

It's late. Too late to still be awake but the muffled foot steps of Rafe's constant, on-edge pacing have managed to pry my eyes open to the darkness of his bedroom yet again. The soft tread of his bare feet makes a muffled sound against the expensive carpet, and pauses briefly every few seconds while he stands there, biting the edge of his finger nail with his other arm crossed over his chest, and then repeats the process.

He and Ward had returned mid afternoon from the Bahamas with a police escort, both looking worse for wear. I hadn't wanted him to go in the first place, but Rafe had reassured me he needed to do this for his dad, and that everything would be fine. They were supposed to get the gold and come home. Instead they came back empty handed and Rafe even more unnerved than before.

I close my eyes again, wondering how we could have possibly ended up in this situation. And whether there is a special place in hell reserved for the girlfriends of murders.

Rafe killed Sheriff Peterkins that day on the tarmac, no amount of denial is going to change that. No matter how hard I close my eyes, it isn't going to change the fact that I saw him raise the gun, his finger squeeze back on the trigger—

Thunder booms outside and my eyes fly back open. Earlier's ominous looking storm clouds that have been looming threateningly since this evening have finally come through on their promise of a summer shower. Not long after the weather sets in do I realize that Rafe's footsteps have been replaced by the patter of rain against the window pane.

The bed dips beneath me and the springs underneath groan in protest as he crawls back into bed. I shift positions as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his chin coming to settle between the crook of my neck. Rafe lets out a long, slow breath from his nose and it sounds like it carries the weight of a thousand worries.

I hug one of his plush pillows tighter to my chest. The one that isn't holding the pillow twists the golden signet ring on his finger.

I watch the rain drops as they slide down one by one and leave blurry streaks along the foggy glass window while listening to the rush of air against my ear as he breathes unevenly, never quite falling into the rhythmic pattern of sleep.

A while later, Rafe's head lifts from the safe crevice of my shoulder and his body partially pushes away from me. The comforter rummages as we both move again, and I roll over onto my other side to face him. The dark bedroom has turned his blue eyes a pale grey, but even so I can see the haunting ghosts of doubt and anxiety filling his gaze. There are shadows of half blue moons stamped under his eyes. Sleep has not been his friend.

"I—I need you to tell me that I'm a good person," Rafe whispers, finally breaking the silence. The mattress creaks underneath his weight as he uses his forearm to prop himself up, leaning partly over me. "It doesn't matter if you mean it or not, please— I just need to hear you say it," he says, sounding so broken and unsure of himself.

The request is almost enough to send the sinner inside of me to my knees. I've watched him struggle with his own mind for months now, fighting an internal battle that I know he can't win and I can't fight for him, no matter how badly I want to.

Ward's been in his head for so long now that most days I'm just picking up the shambles of the broken son he's neglected for years. Sarah was always his golden child, there's no denying that. I know it, Rafe knows it, Sarah knows it.

"You let everyone convince you that you're some kind of heartless murder and you're not," I whisper, gazing up at him.

This I believed. Sure, Rafe was a jerk, I'd known that when I met him, but he was a jerk who could press his lips to my neck, teeth grazing my skin and whisper that he loved me; even when he wasn't sure if he was capable of anything else.

My hand finds his cheek and brushes some of the blonde hair away from his eyes. There's a bruise there that I don't remember him having and a part of me wonders what really happened in the Bahamas.

A painful, miserable looking smile finds its way onto his face, and just once, he laughs into the darkness of his bedroom. "No. I'm just the regular kind of murder."

The soft, hopeful expression falters from my own face and I sigh, letting my forehead fall against his with my eyes closed.

It was hard, sometimes too hard, to admit that he wasn't wrong. Which of course always lead to a reinvestigation of my own conscience and why I was doing this. Why would I lie by omission, never think to say any different when Ward and Rafe gave their statements to the police, faking his innocence. My answer to this question, I find is always the same; because I loved him and I was afraid of what Ward would put him through if I left. He's told Rafe that he would never pick between his children, but I've seen him lie to Rafe enough times to know it was just something he said to cover his tracks.

Ward had done this to him, forced Rafe into lying and thinking that what he was doing was being loyal and helping his family, because he knew that all Rafe ever wanted was for his dad to look at him the same way he looked at Sarah. It was never about trying to protect himself or getting revenge. 

Rafe clings to me, falling into a more relaxed position as he settles himself on top of me. His body is warm and comfortingly heavy a top my chest. My finger tips gently scratch his scalp, something that's seemed to calm him in the past. After a while I wonder if he's fallen asleep, but then the soft tone of his voice speaks.

"When this is all over, I'm going to be better," he promises, speaking into the blue fabric of the borrowed cotton shirt that I'm wearing. His lips press to my collarbone in a subdued kiss and Rafe looks up at me. There's a firmness in his voice, like he's trying to be strong. "I'm gonna man up and get right."

Man up, I think. Yeah sure.

My palm cups his chin, my thumb caressing the bruise on his jaw. I don't say anything, just smile sadly at him and he returns the same type of half-hearted expression. My throat clenches. We both know that it's a weak promise.

"You're in too deep this time, you know that?" I'm fighting my own voice at this point. Incredibly, it doesn't break.

"I know, I know."

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[kaleldobrev]

Prologue — Take Me Back Series

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hi, I just joined Tumblr and came across your blog, it's wonderful! I'd like to make a request, something between Sam and reader. The reader dies and Sam makes a pact to bring her back, but she comes back without remembering him and the hunting life. He thinks it's best to stay away from her. Years later they meet and she falls in love with him all over again, and when they kiss she regains her memory. Do you like it?

Chapter Word Count: 1.3k

Chapter Warnings: Cursing (2x), Sad Sam Winchester

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy the Prologue of the Take Me Back mini-series! | This was originally supposed to be just a one-shot | Also Y/N is not in this chapter, but she'll be in the next one! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Four Years Ago...

With a snap of the small metal box, Sam placed it back into the crossroads and buried it, taking a deep breath. Turning around, a brunette woman appeared, wearing a long black gown. "Ah Sam Winchester, what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, a slight smile on her lips.

"You already know," Sam replied, voice stern.

"You want your girlfriend back," she answered, and Sam nodded. "See, here's the thing about that. I would love more than anything to bring her back so the two of you can live happily ever after. I'm a sucker for romance."

Sam scoffed. "I'm sure you are. So can you bring her back or not?" He asked, his hand slowly starting to move into his back pocket, gently gripping the demon knife.

"Release your hand from that knife and then we can talk," she smirked. Sam and her exchanged looks briefly before he released his hand from the knife, placing his hands in front so she could see them bare. "That's more like it," she smiled. "So, there's the deal. I can bring her back, but...there's a catch," she said, flashing her whitest smile.

"I know there's a catch. Me and my brother have made plenty of demon deals," he replied. "Ten years, or me and my brother do you a favor and not kill you."

She let out a small laugh. "You boys know that ten-year deal is never on the table for you, and as much as I would love having a Winchester owe me one, you boys almost never hold up your end." She started walking toward him now, and her hands fell to his chest, which tightened at her touch. "I can bring her back, and you don't have to owe me a thing but, the catch is," she leaned in, whispering in his ear, "she won't remember you or the hunting life."

"What do you mean she won't remember me?" He asked, his voice slightly hurtful.

"Sweetie, what part of she won't remember you can't you wrap your gigantic head around? Tsk. Tsk," she moved around him, her hands gripping his muscular arms. "I bring her back, she doesn't remember you or hunting. I say that's a pretty sweet deal."

Sam wanted you back, needed you back. You didn't deserve to die the way that you did; especially because it was his fault, a true accident. Something that he would never forgive himself for, for as long as he lived.

You were his person, the love of his life; the first woman he's truly loved in a long time. Someone who, after years of struggling, finally let break down those walls of his that he had spent years and years working on in order to protect himself from further hurt. Before you, he had told himself that he was done with relationships, done with romance in general; he didn't really see the point as all of his romantic ventures always ended up just like this. But for you, he made the exception; being solely your friend was something he just couldn't do anymore.

After years of pining after you and finally being able to call you his, it was now a Catch-22 for him. He could either have you be brought back to life and no longer have you in his life or you would be dead and gone for good, still no longer having you in his life. But maybe, despite not having you in his life, this was the best-case scenario for you. Not only would you be alive and well, but you would be able to live your life in safety and without the previous traumas of the hunting life you were so privy to.

With a small sigh Sam said, "Do it," almost responding through gritted teeth.

"You know the deal," she smirked. "Pucker up Buttercup."

Present Day...

Sam's alarm went off the same time as it normally did, and he quickly shut it off, softly groaning. Today was the day that he had been dreading for weeks, although he had been mentally preparing himself. At this point, he thought that this would become just another average day for him to get through, a day that he would slowly forget over time; but this day in particular had become so ingrained in his memory that he would not be forgetting this day any time soon: your birthday. He had spent countless birthday's with you, before and during the time that the two of you were together.

Sam was never really a person that liked to celebrate his birthday, it was just another day for him. But when he met you, he learned to appreciate every single birthday, especially because of something that you had said to him. "It's another year that I can celebrate being alive."

Sitting at the edge of his bed, he rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep from them. Sighing, he got up and started making his way into the kitchen; and much to his surprise, his older brother was already up making breakfast on the stove, a fresh pot of coffee already made on the counter. "Good morning Sunshine," Dean grinned, as he slowly worked on the scrambled eggs before him.

"Morning," Sam replied, his voice monotone. He walked over to the mugs, grabbing one and sighing as he examined it. You had given him his mug.

Dean looked up, noticing the slight hesitation in Sam's movements, and saw the mug that he was currently holding. Fuck, I forgot to hide it today, Dean thought to himself. "Give me that mug will ya? I'll put it some place else."

Sam looked over at his brother, continuing to hold the mug in his hands as Dean held out his hand to take the mug. "It's fine," he replied, pouring the coffee into the mug before sitting down at the island. "You know what today is right?"

"Y/N's birthday," Dean said, as he started making up the two plates of food. "I uh, I tried making the eggs the same way she would make them in honor of today."

"Thanks," Sam said, taking one of the plates from his brother. "I thought I'd be over this by now," he confessed. "It's been what? Four years."

"Sam, she was in our lives for six years," Dean began. "I don't expect you to just get over it," he stated. And he really didn't, Hell, even he wasn't completely over it. Although he didn't have the same relationship with you that Sam had had, he deeply cared for you. You were one of his best friends, someone that he considered family, and you were gone in seconds. But despite losing you and hurting, the hurt that he felt was extremely different compared to that of Sam's hurt. You were the love of his life, the first woman that Sam had let himself love in a long time. He loved you more than anyone, and you were ripped away. "Did you want to do something for her birthday?"

Sam shook his head. "Honestly no," he said, his voice a mixture of tired and defeated. "There's no point if she's not here. I just want to work."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

"Well, in that case, if you're up for it, there seems to be something that might be right up our alley in Kansas City," Dean said, sliding the newspaper over to Sam. "Five runaways have been killed in less than one month at the same shelter."

As Sam examined the news story he raised a brow. "Y/N's shelter," he commented, sliding the paper back over to his brother.

"Shit," Dean said, "Sorry, I had no idea," he lied. "I can uh...I can call another hunter to go and check it out or I can always bring Cas or Jack along instead."

"No, no. I'll go," Sam said. The last thing he needed was for Jack or Cas to accidently say something to you; at least Sam knew better not to say anything.

"You gonna be okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I gotta be," he responded.

"Perfect! We leave in thirty!" Dean smiled, as he clapped his hands together.

In the next chapter...

“It’s better this way. She’s…she’s not in danger anymore,” Sam said, his voice defeated. He was miserable without you, but you being safe was all that mattered to him.

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[viridescent-din]

can you do joel x reader with the reader having to use their safewird? i'd love to see how joel reacts

18+, pretty intense rough sex that warrants the use of safe word under the cut. this has the potential to be very triggering.

thanks for being this blog's first request <3

Joel is so goddamn pent up.

There's too much happening all at once - too much death, too much responsibility. Joel is barely holding himself together, feeling the weight of being the person that you and Ellie follow. Even worse, being the man you depend on.

He needs an outlet. You're in his bed, just like you always are, and Ellie is asleep downstairs and safe. Jackson can give Joel some type of reprieve, even if the hesitation in Tommy's embrace was the last straw for Joel.

Joel, for the first time since you've met him, snaps.

Sex with Joel isn't always - or even often - soft. It's gritty and real, usually rushed. Neither of you have daily access to a shower, and half the time you fuck it's in a frenzy because one of you (almost always you) has nearly been killed. You're used to Joel being borderline impersonal. He's good about it though, always checking to make sure you're okay, always cleaning you up afterwards.

This time, Joel doesn't even prep you.

He watches you, ass in air and on the bed on all fours. You feel his hand ghosting over the skin of your cheeks before he unzips his pants, takes himself out, and enters you dry with a single thrust.

You cry out immediately, the burn instant. The sheets muffle the sound. Even with the ache, there's a glimmer of pleasure mixed in, that nice feeling that comes with being full. Joel warms you from the inside out.

You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder to look at Joel. He scowls, placing his hand on the nape of your neck and pressing your face into the sheets.

"Don't look at me," Joel practically growls. You manage to make some type of noise of agreement from this position, even though Joel just made it infinitely harder to breath. He releases his hand, and you gasp for air. He begins to pick up the pace, relentlessly slamming into you. The force is so much your temple hits the headboard, making you even more disoriented. You whimper as Joel keeps thrusting, fingers digging into your hips. Tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes, and it makes you unbearably upset at yourself. What are you crying over? You grip the sheets, and Joel notices. "That's my girl," he says, sounding distant. "That's it. You know me."

The praise feels sudden, and almost chases away the doubt stirring in your chest. It does nothing for the pain, though. Joel grabs your hands, pinning them above your head, and you start to feel stifled. Your own arms feel like a cage, trapping your head. The sheets bunch around your face, making it hard to breathe again. You're completely naked, but Joel is practically fully clothed, and the collision of his belt buckle with the back of your thigh begins to sting. You can already tell you're going to have a welt. You feel raw, too. You're not used to Joel without spit or your own arousal to make sex more comfortable.

"Joel..." You start to say. You hear him muttering to himself behind you. "Joel," you manage with a bit more force. His movements stutter, but don't stop.

"Hmm? What is it?" You wait for the pet name, for baby or darlin, but it never comes.

"I'm sorry, it hurts, I -" you squeeze your eyes shut. "Texas."

Joel stops the second you say it, still inside you. He lets go of your wrists, and something tells you his hands are hovering mid-air, unsure of what to do.

"Texas," you hear him repeat, absent-minded. "Texas. I... okay." Joel postures up. "I'm going to pull out. Are you ready?" You nod, thankful that Joel notices. He places his hands gently on your hips, like you're made of glass, and slowly pulls out. You hiss at the emptiness, and feel Joel cup your pussy, trying to ease the suddenness of it. He helps you shift to your back, then pulls a quilt over you. You blink.

"I'm sorry," you tell him again. Joel looks at you, brow harsh.

"Don't say that," he tucks himself away. Joel looks at your shaking body, then peels off his flannel to hand to you. You take it, putting it on and sitting up. You draw your knees to your chest, feeling small. "You didn't do anything wrong." You blink.

"You didn't either," you say. Joel scoffs, pacing to the other side of the room. "Please don't leave!" Desperation tinges your voice. Joel stands by the door, back turned. You swallow.

"I'm just grabbin' you some water," Joel looks over his shoulder at you. "Would you prefer I do it later?"

"Yes," you breathe. Joel walks to the edge of the bed.

"Okay," he says, looking defeated. "Tell me what do, sweetheart. Tell me what you need." You look at your lap.

"Can you just... can you sit with me, please?" You ask. Joel inhales, then walks to the side of the bed and climbs on with you. You look at him, tentative, and they lay your head on his shoulder. You slide an arm around Joel's stomach. After a moment, he places a hand over the muscles of your forearm. He ducks his head, lips pressing to the top of your head.

"I'm sorry," he admits. "I never should - the fact I'd let myself do that to you -"

"Stop," you say, voice shaking. "I don't... Joel, don't be mad at yourself. I... please don't be." Joel clutches you, his free hand resting on your waist.

"I'm taking my shit out on you. I shouldn't do that."

"It's been a long journey," your body begins to ache, stress setting in. Joel shakes his head, unsatisfied with your protests.

"No excuses," Joel's entire body is tense. "I always fuck this up, I..." Joel sets his jaw. "I'm a piece of shit for being the one that hurts you."

"Joel, listen -"

"You're the one who needs comfortin' right now, darlin'," Joel interrupts you. He cups your face, and you lean into it. He frowns affectionately at you. "I'm proud of you." You let out a bitter laugh.

"Proud?" You shake your head.

"Yeah," Joel presses emphatically. "Proud. I know it's not easy to stick up for yourself like that," he lets out a long sigh. "And I'm not an easy man to..." Joel trails off. "Well, I'm not an easy man to anything, really."

"Joel," emotion swells in your chest. "I don't think you understand how much you mean to -"

"It's selfish for me to stay with you," Joel tells you. You freeze in his arms.

"Even if that's what I ask you to do?"

Joel doesn't answer. He just keeps holding you, painfully chastely.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel imagine #tlou #tlou imagine #the last of us #the last of us imagine #joel x reader #joel smut #joel miller smut #pedro pascal

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SHREK 2 *  assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary

it's so good to be home!

aren't you two a sight for sore eyes!

look at the time. i guess you'd better be going.

don't you want to tell me about your trip?

we need a little time, you know, to be together. just with each other.

you don't have to worry about a thing.

i will always be here to make sure nobody bothers you.

i'll see you sunday for a barbecue or something.

royal ball? can i come?

don't you think they might be a bit shocked to see you like this?

stop it. they're not like that.

you could at least give them a chance.

who says i want to be a part of this family?

so that's it. you won't come?

we are not going. and that's final.

are we there yet?

that's not funny. that's really immature.

this is taking forever. there's no in-flight movie or nothing!

so... you still think this was a good idea?

happy now? we came. we saw them. now let's go.

quick! while they're not looking, we can make a run for it.

i'd like you to meet my husband.

what do you mean, "not on the list?" don't tell me you don't know who i am.

thanks for waiting. i had the hardest time getting into this place.

i suppose that would be a fine place to raise the children.

it's a bit early to be thinking about that, isn't it?

i only did that because i love her.

i'm here to make it all better.

i don't want to leave. when did you decide this?

do you think it might be nice if somebody asked me what i wanted?

i've made changes for you, [name]. think about that.

i knew this would happen.

i think you're taking this a little too personally.

you act as if love is totally predictable.

is that you? my gosh! it's been years.

you've forced me to do something i really don't want to do.

my diet is ruined!

use your imagination.

i need to have someone taken care of.

who dares speak to me?

for this, i charge a great deal of money.

i was hoping you'd let me apologize for my despicable behavior earlier.

i don't know what came over me. do you suppose we could pretend it never happened and start over?

we passed that three times already!

don't get huffy! i'm only trying to help!

almost everybody that meets you wants to kill you.

i do believe we can make this work to our advantage.

i would think you'd be happy for me.

i'm just thinking about what's best for you. maybe you should do the same.

pick me! i'll be your true love!

for you, baby... i could be.

if you really love her... you'll let her go.

just leave the bottle.

it was all just a stupid mistake.

i hate mondays.

i can't believe you'd walk away from the best thing that happened to you.

he's gorgeous! he has a face that looks like it was carved by angels.

you know, shockingly, this isn't make me feel any better.

you better have a good reason for dragging us down here.

perhaps it's best if we just call the whole thing off?

you can't force someone to fall in love.

you're supposed to say i have the right to remain silent. nobody said i have the right to remain silent!

i am wearing ladies underwear.

we're going to need flour. lots and lots of flour.

i'm just playing the part.

is that glitter on your lips?

will you honor me with a dance?

let's crash this party!

you were supposed to give her the potion!

i'd hoped you'd never see me like this.

i just wish i could be the man you deserve.

if you kiss me now... we can stay like this.

whatever happens, i must not cry.

#movie prompts #rp prompt #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #rp inbox meme #roleplay inbox prompts #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starters #sentence starter #shrek #shrek 2 #one of the best films ever made

[cumulo-stratus]

Protector

Pairing: spencer reid x male!reader

Summary: after an unsub tries to hurt y/n, spencer steps in.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, talk of not being able to breath, Lemme know if theres anything else!

flufftober day 17: protective

A/N: were gonna ignore the fact that im skipping day 16 (im a touch avoid et autistic and the idea of a massage makes me so uncomfortable and i just couldnt write guys im sorry 😭) also ik i kinda ghosted yall on fics for like a couple weeks buuttttt (haha butt) i just got super busy with school, but its started to calm down again, i got all the presentations and tests out of the way so ill have more time to write after school. thx for being understanding <3!

Y/n fit the unsubs victims almost to a T- and y/n knew that. He knew that with no other options at this point, he would have to go undercover to bait her. And Spencer knew this- but it didn't mean he was happy about it. Y/n knew Spencer had abandonment issues- and tried his best to comfort Spencer, reminding him that both, and the rest of the team would be waiting close by incase anything happens. 

"Spence- I'll be okay, I'll have Morgan, Rossi, and prentiss in there with me-  and I'm sure we can convince Hotch to let you go undercover in the bar so you can be nearby."

"Good- I need to be there incase something happens." 

Y/n sighed and looked at Spencer- his eyes full of care for his boyfriend, nad gave him one last reassuring kiss before leaving spencer on his own for. a minute and rejoining the team to go over the plan one more time, just to be safe. And to ease spencers mind. 

y/n was sat in front of the bar in the extremely crowded pub, wearing fancy clothes, giving the appearance of wealth. The woman they were trying to catch believed that men didn’t deserve money, and she was punishing them for having it by torturing and killing them. Y/n was hoping they would be able to arrest her before she gets to the torturing part of her routine. He zoned back into the present  when he heard someone approach him. She was dressed in a skin tight red dress that hugged her curves, and had a flirty look on her face. 

"So- what's a man like you doing at such a 'working class' place like this?" 

Her sickeningly sweet tone made y/b want to vomit, but he hid it well, glancing over at Emily who was across the bar, keeping a close eye on the situation. 

"Well, sometimes I don't mind getting my shoes a little dirty with the 'average person'"

Y/ns voice was flirty, causing him to internally cringe at his own words, hating that he sounded like a yuppie. But hid it and let the unsub continue trying to seduce him. 

"Wel I'd be perfectly happy to help you rub a little mud on those jimmy choos if you like..." 

Y/n almost grimaced, but held back. He threw a glance across the bar to spencer, hoping to reassure him that he was okay. And when they met eyes for a second,   y/n could tell that spencer still wasn’t happy about him being there. Y/n did the best he could to reassure him with his eyes from the other end of the bar, before returning to the conversation with the unsub. She was now starting to get hands y with, and y/n knew she had decided he was going to be her next victim. Eventually she invited him to walk her to her car. 

“after all, i’m a petite woman by myself at night…”

All y/n could think about was the major pick me girl energy radiating off her, but outwardly he just smirked and extended his arm for her to take.

“of course, i could never turn a lady like you down.”

And as the pair made their way to the front door, spencer was the first to lift himself from his seat, following discreetly as if he had received a phone, and needed to leave the bar. Almost immediately after the door swung closed she start feeling y/n up, and spencer could feel a green jealousy boiling in the back of his mind. And. he couldnt help himself from walking slightly closer so he could hear what she was saying to his boyfriend. 

“you know- i dont know if its safe for me to drive, maybe you should drive me back to your place, and we could continue this…”

Y/n smirks, which makes spencer even more jealous, but hold holds back for the good of the case. As the pair approach the unsubs car, she pushes him against the car, kissing him- no, actually it was more like she was eating his face. Now it wasn’t only jealousy coursing through him, but also anger. Not anger like the bright red, passionate, kind, more like a dark maroon simmering in the pit of his stomach, ready to boil over kind. But a warning glance from Rossi and Morgan, who had now joined him in the parking lot while Prentiss updated Hotch, told him to back off. And he did, but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself back. Now y/n wasnt enjoying it either, but he just closed his eyes and sucked it up, practically counting the seconds till it would be appropriate to stop kissing having his face eaten, and get in the car. But y/n lost count of the where he was when he felt a hand grasp his neck. He knew later that this is how she had been subduing her victims, as they would already be out of breath from making out with her, and she would have the upper hand. But y/n couldn’t possibly process that. The only words that had been going through his mind as his entire life flashed in front of him were ‘Air. Need air.’ 

And thankfully his wishes were granted when the feeling of hands around his neck vanished, and over the sound of blood rushing in his ears he could hear shouts resembling “FBI Amy Brockett your under the arrest for the murders of James leason, Christian Lanery, and Gregory Poultan!” 

But what grabbed his attention more was when a blurry face with the outline of a mop of brown, curly hair filled his vision- it was spencer. And he himself was now on the ground, coughing. 

As soon as spencer had seen the woman’s hand wrap around y/n’s neck, he bolted across the semi large parking lot with his gun raised. When he arrived he pulled the unsub off y/n with more strength then he knew he had, and threw her onto the ground, looking her dead in the eyes and saying “You ever touch him again, i wont hesitate to shoot you” in a low, almost growl. But what stopped him from turning and tending to his boyfriend who was now crumpled on the pavement, coughing to regain his breath, was a scoff from the woman who was now being handcuffed and read her rights by Morgan. But spencer didn’t care enough about the unsub to send more than a dirty look her way before turning his attention to his boyfriend at the sound of another violent cough. Spencer knelt down, taking y/n’s face in his hand, while the other one dragged lazily up and down  his back, coaching him through the coughing fit. And it was only then that spencer noticed the tears staining y/n’s cheeks.

“Oh angel its ok, im here, you’re ok.”

Y/n released a small hiccup, falling easily into spencers arms. Spencers eyes searched his boyfriends body for any other injuries other then the marks on his neck that were already becoming a maroon-ish purple hue. spencers eyebrows were creased in concern at the marks on his partners necks and when y/n noticed this he tried to reassure him.

“spence- baby im fine, i just needed to catch my breath..” 

even though y/n’s breathing he evened out it was still sounding a little weezy as harshly tried to rub away the tears in his eyes. spencer caught y/n’s in his own, preventing the harsh red skin y/n was leaving behind from rubbing his skin so strongly.

“angel, come on lets go have a paramedic check you out..”

spencer helped y/n up, and only then did he notice how many police cars and ambulances had filled the parking lot with screaming sirens and blaring lights. The couples faces were basked in blue and red light as spencer lead y/n to a paramedic to get checked out. And as y/n sat there, the paramedic poking and prodding- spencer stayed planted next to him, hand in his. 

The End

#spencer reid #criminal minds #bau #bau team #fluff #spencer reid x reader #gay #flufftober #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fluff #comfort #criminal minds fan fic #spencer reid imagine #flufftober 2023 #flufftober day 17 #flufftober prompt

[peachyloveswriting]

@seabassycat asked: Vash. Something like him getting jealous about Wolfwood giving attention to the person Vash likes but is too shy to tell until Wolf does something about it.

This one is set in the newer Trigun show, figured I'd change up pace for just a moment lol. I like the dynamic here so hopefully something flourishes.

MAKE A MOVE ALREADY! --- Vash The Stampede

SUMMARY: This whole ignoring you thing has gotten out of hand maybe it's time you finally leave... Or so you thought.

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Laughter bubbles into the air around the fire, you find it hilarious watching Meryl's face contort into disgust as Nick shoves a meat stick into her face. She reels back, a hand on his chest trying to push him away. "Ew. No!" She cries. Her and Roberto sit across from you while Nick moves to steal Vash's empty spot beside you.

From the truck, Vash watches Nick plop down beside you. In his hand is the same stick of meat he was torturing Meryl with and while that brought a smile to his face, seeing Nick throw an arm around your shoulder irked him. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't bother him but seeing you smiling and laughing while being so close to him... Suddenly you squeal. "Vash!" You try to push Nick away with your hands and lean your head away from him as much as you can. He's forcing the same stick of meat towards your face while you laugh and squeal hysterically, all while calling for Vash to do something.

Though he's disappointed by how easy it is for Nick to interact with you he jogs up and takes the stick of meat from Nick's hand with a grin. Whipping his head around, Nick gasps in betrayal. "Give it back!" He leaps up to grab his food back.

Nick jumps and grabs for the food in Vash's hand but he easily evades him and dances around him like a fool. Your laugh erupts in the background. "Payback!" Butterflies erupt in Vash's stomach. Just hearing your laugh and joyful voice makes his chest grow warm. he'd give anything to see you so happy like this all the time. He's so wrapped up in you that Wolfwood snatches back the food.

"If you keep acting like this... You'll get killed. Just tell them already. It's so obvious you like them."

Nick walked away so fast that Vash almost didn't catch what he said. This really was ruining Vash all over. Watching everyone interact with you so easily while he slunk away to be by himself in fear of exposing himself to you. That feels like that last thing he wants but knowing all of him is what he wants you to do. All of his secrets would be yourself and yours would be his. But no matter what, with all these hands on you, his stayed the farthest away while Nick stayed the closest.

You waved to him. "Vash, c'mon. Sit down." Patting the empty seat beside you, you gesture for him to sit down. Politely, Vash shakes his head. "I think I'll head to bed." He raises his hands defensively. "Night." Turning, he gives a small wave before stepping inside the truck.

Watching his walk away, you frown. Of everyone in the group he was the easiest to get along with yet he avoids you the most. You try so hard to get his attention or approval yet you get nothing in return. Beside you, Nick settles again. Tearing off a piece of meat he nudges you. "Go check on Needle-noggin."

"What? Me? No. I shouldn't." Anyone but you should do it. He would say much otherwise.

Nick motions to the truck. "Just do it."

Lowering your gaze to the ground, you sigh. Truth be told, Vash was the one who roped you into the group. Between everyone else and him, he feels more familiar than the others. It should be him that you're closer to, yet he avoids you like the plague. Even though these people have provided you with everything you need Vash is the only reason you wanted to stay. With him avoiding you, leaving felt more than easy to do, but you don't want to leave. Damn him.

"Fine." Placing your knees, you rise to your feet. "I'll be back."

Warmth from the fire fades as you reach the back door to the truck. Through the window you can see Vash leaned back in the seat, his head angles out the window opposite to you. Raising a hand you softly knock and open the door. "Hey."

Vash lifts his head to look at you. "oh, hey." He doesn't sound happy to see you. For a moment you debate just leaving and going back to the fire, but seeing him now only further fuels your reasoning for coming out here. Sliding into the seat you shut the door behind you. The silence that fills the truck is unnerving, it makes your stomach churn with unease. Just the way he's purposefully looking away from you is killing you. There has to be a reason why.

You take a deep breath. Your heart pounds in your chest and your throat feels dry. "Do you hate me?" The age old question that's been stuck on your mind.

Finally, Vash whips around to look at you. His eyes are wide, it's almost like he's shocked by what you said and he jumps to shoot your thoughts down. "No. I don't hate you. Not at all. What made you think that?"

You shift your gaze past him and out the window. "You avoid the fuck out of me." It only started a few weeks into traveling with everyone. It only got worse from there. "I really think you hate me."

Vash's face softens. The disappointment is written all over your face, he knows what he did. But just moments ago you were laughing and smiling along with everyone else. What brought on such a foul mood? Why did he have to see you so down?

"I'm sorry." He looks down at his hands. Stupid apologies won't solve the way he feels or the way you feel but he's trapped, if he tells you now the whole thing will be ruined and you'll leave on your own again. He'll be left alone without you there to pull him away from these sad things he feels, you're the only one who does that for him. "You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Vash." You look back at him. "Vash." He raises his head to meet your gaze. "The only reason I stayed was because of you. I only thought about leaving when you started ignoring me." Vash's heart feels like it's going to explode in his chest at any moment. Just hearing that from you makes him feel like he might seize. It's almost unbelievable that you would say something like that to him, The Humanoid Typhoon.

"Really?" He urges. "I had no clue. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" His need to sate his own curiosity is of no use to him. What does matter is the way you feel and how he can fix it, regardless of how he feels.

"Maybe you could start by telling me why. Why would you ignore me?"

There it is, the question he hoped you wouldn't ask. All these emotions are too much for him to even handle right now. He can't possibly tell you the truth, you'll never feel the same.

Vash looks away and shakes his head. "I'll tell you some other time." A brief moment of silence passes over you before you explode.

"Vash. I have had enough of this 'everything's perfect' facade and 'I can't tell you' bullshit. I want to know the truth. If I did something you should just tell me." Your hand grabs his with a vice grip. "Just tell me, please."

When his eyes meet yours again, they're swimming with worry, while his are teaming with sadness. To see you so frustrated over such a simple thing makes his chest ache. If he just told you it might save you the turmoil, but... Fuck it. Just as he opens his mouth to spill his feelings to you, the passenger door opens. "Coming in. You two better not be making out or anything." Roberto announces.

Dread fills your body watching Roberto climb in, not even what he said brings the slightest blush to your face. Instead, you squeeze Vash's hand tighter and look back at him sternly. "You better tell me the next time we're alone."

Swallowing harshly with a nod he leans his head up against the glass. Slowly your hand slips from his and you quietly bid both of them goodnight as you slip out the truck. Vash felt nothing but guilt as he watched you go and all the willpower he felt to tell you went with. This really felt like a mistake.

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You crossed paths with Meryl on your way back out to the fire. Nick was watching you, still sitting in the same spot as he had been before. Even knowing that Vash would tell you eventually, that didn't stop your want to leave from growing. Reaching the spot beside Nick, you quietly took a seat.

"Well?" He urges.

You shake your head. "When we reach the next city, I'm leaving."

Nick looks at you in disbelief. "Why?"

"I'm sleeping out here tonight. Goodnight." Was all you said. Annoyed with Vash, Nick bid you goodnight and left back to the truck. Finally alone to yourself, staring up at the brilliantly lit night sky, you honestly considered packing and leaving now. What a better time to leave without the hassle of the other bugging you than now that they're asleep. You wait as long as you possibly can before you clamber up to the top of the truck where your belongings rest with the other. It lays directly beside Vash's bag, leaning up against it.

Throwing the bag over your shoulder, you slide off the truck. Taking a moment, you turn to gaze at the truck with a deep breath before you turn to make your way into the empty and dangerous desert. The quiet coldness of the air feels serene as you take your first step away. Just leaving like this feels bad but what other reason do you have to stay.

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When the door opened and closed again, Vash peeked an eye open to see Nick glaring at him. He felt he was in for a lecture. But instead he leaned closer to him and began to whisper.

"You should be disappointed. They're leaving in the next city."

Vash's heart drops. "What?" It's like his world has stopped spinning entirely. "I'm going to talk to them." Nick grabbed Vash's hand to stop him.

"You're not going out there unless it's to confess blondie." Vash snatches his wrist from Nick's grasp. With a stern glare he pushes the door open. "Exactly."

That was Vash's plan until he got caught up behind the truck watching you from afar. You laid beside the fire staring up at the glowing sky. Just thinking about going out right saying it fills him with anxiety. If it's out of the blue it's no use, he would just have to convince you. He became caught up in the matters of thinking this over and before he knew it you were nowhere to be seen, until he noticed you on top of the truck. Diving to the ground he pushes himself under just in time to see your feet hit the ground where he just was.

When you started walking away he crawled from underneath the truck and started after you. As he reached you, he tapped your shoulder. You paused and spun around ready to fight. Realizing it was just him, you sighed with relief. "It's just you. I thought you were asleep." You hadn't even heard him leave the truck. Surely you would have.

Nervously, Vash offers you a smile. "And I thought you weren't leaving until the next city."

Your breath hitches in your throat. "Wolfwood told me." Vash admits.

You let your bag drop to the ground beside you. His face is lit softly by the glow of the worms over head. It only accentuates the color in his eyes now that hes not wearing his shades. Suddenly be begins to slip off his coat. "You look cold." He offers it to you. "Take this." You feel wrong to accept his offer but take it any way, the night air was starting to get to you. Pulling it on, you're overwhelmed by a strong floral smell and light musk. It's not bad by any means, and the coat is warm.

"Thanks."

Vash's heart leaps in his chest. Seeing you in his coat leaves his head soaring. He'd have you wear it all the time if he could. But not wanting to waste any more time he takes you by the hand and begins to lead you up hill towards the overhang that covers the truck. "What are you doing?"

His hand feels rightly placed within yours and the warmth is simply unforgettable. "Just wait." He tells you.

As you reach the tip of the overhang, a swift breeze blows past, flapping the end of the coat out behind you. Everything is visible along the horizon and the worms are closer than before making their light bright around you. Each one of them looks like stars that dot the sky. For a moment it makes you forget your unrest.

With his hand still in yours, Vash beckons you to sit down beside him. Happily taking his over you settle beside him. This is the closest you've ever sat to him without having to be in the truck and of his free will too. As strange as it feels it sits just right in your soul and everything feels right. The way his hand slips from yours and slides across your back to tug you closer. Both you stare out at the horizon in silence before acknowledging the other verbally. if you could you'd stay here forever.

"Can I tell you something?" Vash asks.

Instinctively you lean your head on his shoulder. "Yeah."

Feeling you rest your head against his shoulder, he tenses. Everything around him feels like he's under water. He's too scared to drown. Telling you would mean letting the water in but his lips can't stay sealed for much longer, the need to breathe is too much. He has to do it.

"The truth is..." You raise your head to look at him. "I've been avoiding you because I really like you and seeing everyone be able to interact with you so easily, especially Wolfwood, it bothers me." He looks down at you. "It's selfish that I want you all to myself but I can't have that if you leave. I really want you here, with me."

Your heart is pounding in your ears. "Selfish?" You question. "Is it really selfish if I want you too?"

Vash's eyes open wide with surprise while warmth fills his chest. "You actually like me back?"

With a playful grin you shove him. "Yeah. I would have left way sooner otherwise. I'm glad you stopped me."

He chuckles. "Wow. That's a relief." The weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders for just a moment. With you by his side the world feels like it's just within his grasp. His arm wrapped around you and your hand grabbing his prosthetic one. The very thing he has been seeking was right here for all this time and he was just too scared to take a chance. That still leaves the plant matter in the air though. How would you react to that?

"There's some things I should probably tell you if you're going to be with me like that." At least now he could finally trade your secrets with his and hold you close like he had hoped he would.

Your eyes fall to his lips. "I won't mind, whatever it is. But I really want to-"

Before you can get the word out Vash's lips are already against yours. He's soft, his prosthetic hand slipping from yours to cup your face. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you melt against him. Just like before a strong floral smell engulfs you. You don't mind it though and instead allow yourself to melt into his touch.

"Thank you for staying." He says as he pulls away.

Resting your forehead against his, you smile. "I would have come back eventually."

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader #vash imagine #vash imagines

[twstjam]

a/n: Breaking news!!! local fic writer realises she can write whatever tf she wants and did just that. Have this one-shot based off that one scene from httyd where Astrid and Toothless almost killed each other protecting Hiccup when they met for the first time but with Ace and Deuce, Malleus, and Yuu(you). I actually wanted to write something like this for a later chapter of "This will be the death of me" but I got impatient so. Consider this an indirect continuation of "This will be the death of me Part 1" maybe?? Word count: 867

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Everyone who knew the infamous trio of Heartslabyul would say that you're the most rational one. Ace was a mischievous trickster and Deuce was well-meaning but temperamental with not as much brain as he had brawn, so you're usually the one playing the mediator or guiding your group onto the safe(r) path.

So when Ace and Deuce tailed after you as you wandered away from camp again to most definitely not forage for berries, the last thing they expected was for you to be cuddling up with the void itself.

Ace and Deuce weren't the sharpest tools in the shed, but they reacted like any person would upon seeing their fellow idiot friend in the clutches of death.

"Get down!"

A flash of magic shot from Deuce's magic pen. It bounced harmlessly off the dragon's hide, but it was caught off-guard and the force of the blast caused it to stagger. The distraction allowed Ace to jump in and drag you down to the ground with him to cover you from any attacks.

Upon being startled, the dragon reared up, long neck stretching out to lift its massive, horned head and bare its razor-sharp teeth. Its black wings spread and seemed to shroud the entire forest in darkness as they stretched to their full length.

The creature's roar was ear-splitting, not unlike the thunder that rumbled in the previously clear sky. While you lay dazed on the ground, Ace was quick to get back on his feet and stand between you and the angry beast.

"Run!" he screamed. Ace and Deuce raised their magical pens. The winged beast narrowed its glowing green gaze before lunging—

"No!" You sprang to your feet and forcefully pulled your friends behind you, narrowly saving them from being torn to shreds by a thousand pounds of rampaging dragon. They both fell to the ground with surprised yells, magic pens scattering as you scrambled to placate the dragon throwing a hissy fit.

"It's okay, it's okay!" you rushed out as you held your arms up. You pushed the dragon back when it tried to move past you and Ace and Deuce gaped incredulously as you somehow wrestled it back from snapping them up in its jaws. "They're my friends."

To your friends' utter bewilderment, you held the dragon's head close and began to stroke its scaly snout. The creature continued to growl, its green eyes ablaze with fury, but it leaned its weight against you instead of lunging forward again.

"You guys scared him," you grunted, fighting with your own weight against the dragon when it ducked its head forward with a snarl.

"We scared him?!" Ace sputtered incredulously as he and Deuce stumbled back to their feet. They tensed simultaneously when the dragon hissed and green sparks jumped out of its mouth. "You're kidding, right?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there," you said in the most calming tone you could muster to the oversized lizard in your arms despite your heart beating out of your chest. "Calm down. It's okay, Tsunotarou—"

"Tsuno—What?" Deuce spluttered.

"You call that… thing… Tsunotarou?!"

"Ace, I'm trying to save you guys from becoming dragon chow. I'd appreciate it if you didn't—" You huffed as you pulled "Tsunotarou" back down when it—he—tried to rear up again. "—If you tried to make yourselves at least slightly less tempting snacks??"

Ace opened his mouth to say some sort of retort, probably something along the lines of "What the fuck are you even doing hanging out with a dragon in the first place?!" but the aforementioned dragon huffed smoke out its nostrils agitatedly and he backed down. Deuce stepped in front of him, holding his arm out protectively as if it might do any good against a literal living flamethrower, but if he wanted to be the first in the direct line of fire Ace wasn't one to argue.

"Er—Sorry?" Deuce said sheepishly. The dragon narrowed his gaze and he added a, "Um—Sorry… sir?"

The dragon, even with his face that's layered with stiff armored plating, somehow managed to look unimpressed, but he seemed satisfied as he relaxed more against you. His wary eyes still remained on the boys though.

"Okay, I think we all got off on the wrong foot here," you said, as if almost getting mauled by a dragon was comparable to "getting off on the wrong foot". "Ace, Deuce; this is Tsunotarou. Tsunotarou, Ace and Deuce."

The dragon huffed as if in greeting, but it was far from friendly. The only person he seemed to approve the presence of was you, who he continued to lean his massive head against. His spiny tail curled around your feet protectively which was all kinds of ridiculous for obvious reasons.

"Nice to meet you…?" Deuce said with a strained polite smile. Internally, both you and Ace commended him for trying.

"Yeah, we're real charmed," Ace added as he eyed the great big dragon practically snuggling up to you. "First of all: What the Hell man?! Second: How in the Seven's names did you get chummy with a fucking dragon?"

You smiled at him sheepishly as you hugged the massive snout nuzzling your neck.

"Ha ha… Funny story…"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #malleus draconia #twst yuu #ace trappola #deuce spade #malleyuu #technically even though there's no romance in this one #twst malleus #twst first years #matcha writes a bit #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu

[chaeinthebuilding]

THOSE EYES

NCT: MARK

warnings: none

synopsis: Mark comes back home from a terrible day and finds comfort and solace in you. He doesn't want anything or anyone except you.

pairings: idol!mark x non idol!fem reader

genre: fluff

I'm going to kill myself if I don't get home. All I want to do is go home and wrap my arms around her. All I want to do is stay with her even if time flows away cause there's no other place i want to be, no other person I'd wanna be with except her.

It's a tiring day at the studio and the manager seemed to have a problem almost every single minor note in our new song to point he raised dour voice at us. I had to go back to the studio, recheck everything all over again and finally after thirty minutes of discussion, we decided to rerecord our song, once again and after a tiring day at work, it was around 10:30 PM when the manager was finally satisfied and dismissed us.

I rush back home, and my members think it's because I'm really tired and maybe I am but more importantly I want to go back home to the love of my life. My whole body feels elevated at the thought of going back home to her.

I'm back home and I'm greeted by the fresh scent of floral musk. Y/N always uses this scent as a room freshner everyday after cleaning the house and it reminds me that I should thank her for cleaning my appartment. She's been nothing but a genuine sweetheart to me ever since we moved in, infact ever since we started secretly started dating. With the tiring work and packed schedule, it's the greatest joy to find solace in someone so dearly loved and it's exactly the same with Y/N and I.

The lights are off and I assume she's asleep. I carefully remove my shoes, and enter the appartment, cautious not to wake her up. When I reach our shared room, my heart swells. She's sleeping so peacefully, the curves of her face relaxed. I slowly slid into the bed but being the light sleeper she is, Y/N stirs in her sleep and slightly shifts but before she could do so, I put my hand, sliding up and down her back. "Hey sweetheart, it's just me, it's alright, go to bed." I assure her in a whisper.

"Hey, it's fine, I'm not really tired, I was just waiting for you to come back home." She says in a sleepy tone, and my heart does a little flip.

"Aww sweetie, it's fine really, you can sleep. " I tell her.

"But I want to cuddle." She says, her doe eyes shining in the dark room. I really love this woman with my whole heart.

I let out a lovesick sigh and tell her, "Alright then, let me take a shower first." She smiles at me and my goodness I can't get enough of her.

I step out of the shower, with a towel drying my hair. I wear a pair of grey sweatpants and I look for a shirt before I realise that Y/N was wearing my brown plaid shirt and a pair of black shorts that barely reaches down her thighs. I chuckle to myself and make my way to our shared bed. I take it that she's asleep and go through my phone and before I can dim down the light, she shifts slightly and says, "Babe, spoon me." in a soft childish tone.

I laugh softly before turning to her side, her back faced towards me and lean my head on her shoulder and wrap my arms around her waist, her cheek grazing mine. When she turns to me, she smiles and kisses my cheek. I'm in utter awe and lean forward to kiss her cheek, eliciting a sweet tone of laughter from her.

She looks at me, and I'm falling, infact  drowning in her hazel brown eyes. There's a mole on her cheek and the tip of her nose and I lean down to place a kiss on her moles, her dimples and I just soak in her vanilla scent. I'm so addicted to her, so in love and I'm not complaining at all. I do not have a single problem at all. I'm just obsessed with her, can't live without her as if my existence depends on her very being.

And again she looks at me and smiles and I just fall again. Fall deeper this time. Words aren't enough to describe how much I just love her, just because. I love her for her. I love her because she is herself. She was there when I thought I could handle it by myself, when I least expect. She's always there, brightening my day even when I know the rest of the day is filled with dread. I can't thank her enough for making me want to see ever new day.

I find comfort, warmth and love in her eyes as I stare back at her.  Her beautiful eyes are all I need, in her beautiful eyes. It's the same eyes she gives me whenever we're on a date, viewing the city. It's the same eyes she gives me when we're out in the night, laughing loud and nobody knows why. It's the same eyes she gives me when we're lost in a club getting drunk. It's the same eyes she gives when we're done making love and she looks up at me with those eyes. And I'd never want anything more, anything less.

And it's the small things she does, the gestures she makes, that remind me why I love her. And everytime she's not with me, whenever I'd close my eyes, all I see is her. And it's everything she is, that I love her with all that I am. I don't have much to offer, but she accepted me without hesitation. Her eyes, her face, her smile, her body, her love is all I'll ever need in life.

I peck her cheek and say, " I love you Y/N, you know that?"

She smiles and kisses my lips, her love pouring out in front of me. She breaks the kiss and says, "I love you more, Mark. More than you could know."

I lean into her shoulder and neck, pressing a soft kiss there before snuggling her in my arms. She holds my hands from the front and we're both overtaken by our sleep and we're left with our love and the assurance that I'll wake up with her by my side, like always.

#mark nct #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee #nct imagines #nct fluff

[m00nsbaby]

The way you miss me.

Marc Spector x F! Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pre-Khonshu events, angst, mentions of violence.

Word count. 1.9k.

Summary.

"We just keep on doing this, doing this, don't we? I'd try to leave, but you'd find some way, To twist my mind and make me wonder. If one day, I might change, And everything would make sense, darling. You'll see, Believe me, Now come sit down, just put your hands on me. I'm not trying to say I don't wanna stay, I just know how this story ends. Use my body against me and all of our history, I hate the way you miss me. Hate the way you, way you miss me."

You were going to break up.

Both of you knew that this had been imminent for some time, no matter how much you wanted to delay it.

No matter how much you wanted to avoid it.

Your first mistake had been accepting Marc Spector's self-destructive lifestyle, something he was sure of, but he was also sure that he never wanted to return to an empty house after one of his "jobs."

"I have to go to Cairo next week." He walked behind you as you organized the mess in the kitchen. You had told him a thousand times that you couldn't stand it when he did that, and more than once you had accidentally stepped on him, and he would pretend to be in unbearable pain to tease you even more.

It wasn't uncommon for him to drop these kinds of news on you like a bucket of cold water.

But again, maybe this was your fault for accepting this silent agreement that had only gotten worse as your relationship developed.

"For how long?"

When you looked at him, he shrugged.

Well, that was new.

"What do you mean by that?" It almost made you smile, if it hadn't been for that slight flutter in your stomach that warned you when something was wrong.

He knew you inside out, and he didn't want to face what was coming either.

"I don't know if I'm coming back."

You put down the plates you were holding, placing them on the kitchen counter with a louder thud than you would have liked.

"What are you talking about, Marc?"

"It's… It's very dangerous."

"Then don't go." Had your hands been trembling all this time?

It was funny, really, because both of you were trying to hold on tightly to your masks of feigned disinterest. Marc and you would both be crying your hearts out if it were easier for you to express your feelings without crumbling.

"I can't." Another two-word response.

The only thing more irritating than his one-word answers.

"What do yo mean?"

"He's not going to let me stay, he says he needs me." Ah, that. "He says I'm one of the best."

How were you supposed to deal with knowing that your partner was considered one of the best in the low world of thieves and mercenaries?

Your eyes fixed on the slight scratches of the counter table, reminding you that time you almost killed Marc for not using a plate when he chopped stuff.

And you swallowed hard. You wanted to scream, cry.

You wanted to give up.

"Why are you telling me this?" Please don't answer, please don't answer, please.

Please.

"Because we can't be together anymore."

Ah, there it was. You would love to say that this was the first time this had ever happened, but the truth was that Marc had been trying his best to protect you from this type of pain on multiple occaions. Actually, to this point you had already lost count of how many times.

Maybe the problem was that Marc didn't really want to leave, as much as he insisted.

"And?" What a funny gesture. You had learned it from a movie, the one where you crossed your arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Your gaze burned into him. You were probably the only person in the whole world who could make Marc Spector lower his gaze.

"Are you leaving just like that? Do you want me to just consider you dead one of these days?"

Oh no, there was something you hated more than his monosyllabic responses.

Not getting a response at all.

"Answer me, Marc!" And your voice broke.

"I told you this would happen." Probably the worst part was that he actually had. On multiple occasions.

"And I told you I wouldn't let you." Oh yes, that had also happened many times. "You don't get it?"

You took a break from the shouting as he searched for a way to respond, his gaze fixed on the floor and you sobbing until you could swallow the lump in your throat.

Marc was never good with words; actions were his strength. So when his arms wrapped around you, clinging to his chest as if you were about to disappear into thin air at any moment, you couldn't help but shatter into a thousand pieces.

Because it wasn't you who was disappearing.

"You can't do this to me." Kisses on your hair, and his body tensed, trying not to break apart with you. "You can't leave."

"I've already put you in danger enough." His voice was so velvety that you considered the idea that all of this might be a dream.

Perhaps Marc was just a dream.

"Do you understand that this can't go on like this, right?"

You nodded, disgusted by how terrible the damp fabric of his T-shirt felt against your face.

"You can leave it. Your job." It was funny to call the horrible things Marc did at night that way.

"I can't. I can't leave it; he will…"

Another sob, one more painful than the last. How had you gotten into this?

"Shhh, shhh." Marc wasn't used to being the strong one in situations like this; usually, when night came, you were the one cradling him in your arms.

The one whispering that everything was okay when nightmares wouldn't let him sleep.

"Do you understand that I'm doing this for you, right?" His arms squeezed you tighter against his body. "Because I love you, and because I'm afraid they'll hurt you." His voice faltered, and you were sure that hearing him cry would be the final blow to your coffin that day.

"I can take care of myself." Drowning in your words. "I can… We can leave."

"I'm too deep into this."

He had never said no so many times. He had never taken so long to give in to the options you gave him to fix things.

So it was indeed going to happen.

40 minutes after thoroughly dissecting the topic, both of you sat on the living room carpet, Marc's body leaned against the sofa, yours against Marc.

With one hand, he held a glass of wine, and you did the same. You had lost count by now, but the lights in the room seemed brighter than usual, and your flushed cheeks defied the December cold.

"Do you remember when we tried camping last year?"

He scoffed, nodding.

"Taking you was like taking bait for the mosquitoes," he kissed your shoulder. "And I nearly set half the forest on fire with a poorly made campfire."

You wanted to laugh; you really did. But you couldn't forget where this conversation was coming from, and more importantly, where it was going.

You just smiled and nodded. It had been a good day, though on that day, you were sure you wanted to kill Marc with your own hands. It turned out you weren't much of an outdoorsy person after all.

There was a prolonged silence, and there had been many of those since you took that position.

"I don't want you to go."

"Love," he pleaded.

"I'm sorry." Tears were running down your face again, and Marc tightened his grip on you. You both finished your glasses in one gulp, and you squared up to him.

The more you focused on Marc, the more you felt like life was slipping through your fingers. You weren't in a position to imagine a life without him; at this point, you had no choice but to accept the idea. To accept that you would never again feel his curls tickling your neck when he held you from behind, you would never again fight with his arms in the morning to escape his embrace, and you would never again argue with him because he kissed you too forcefully with his 3-day stubble.

On the other hand, you would also never again spend sleepless nights wondering if his life was in danger or if he would never return, you wouldn't cry with him when he refused to tell you what he had done in his absence, and you wouldn't wash blood out of his clothes ever again.

Either way, you never liked tending to his wounds.

"I don't want you to go," you repeated as if one sentence would achieve what you hadn't achieved in months.

He didn't respond, instead, he cupped your chin with his fingers. You wouldn't feel that either ever again, and it made you feel like vomiting.

In a matter of seconds, his lips took possession of yours, and a push to the wine bottle knocked it over onto the carpet.

As your fingers tangled in his hair and Marc's body pushed you back, you looked at the bottle. Would that stain on the carpet be the only proof that Marc had ever been a part of your life?

"When you come back." You could tolerate the idea of Marc leaving your life, but never the idea of him not coming back. Never the idea of losing him that way. "I'll be waiting right here."

And Marc wished he could be as optimistic as you.

"I never thought I'd be one of those guys who goes back to his ex-girlfriend at the first opportunity."

Both of you laughed with a pain in your chest that was almost visible in your expressions, and you had already lost count of how many times you had ended up in this uncomfortable silence that churned your stomachs.

"Let me go." His voice broke the silence, cracked and pretending the fakest laughter you had ever heard.

"I can't, Marc." Your cheek was against his chest in seconds, your arms using all their strength to hold onto him as they had been doing for a long time.

"Please," he begged, kissing your hair so many times that he felt like the scent of your shampoo was seeping into him.

He was never aware, but he always smelled like you, and you carried the scent of his cologne with you everywhere. You were extensions of each other, pushing each other to the limit until the bond broke at both ends.

"You always do this to me." He laughed again, broken. "You never let me go."

This was the first time you did.

It took longer than usual, more hours, more kisses, more effort, but in the end, you let Marc go with the foolish hope that you would see him walk back through the door he left from.

It was a two-week mission, but Marc never came back.

Well, he did, but he didn't come back to you.

His life took a 360° turn in every imaginable way after his stay in Cairo, and while you cried in your bed, it turns out he met someone.

Someone who afforded him the luxury of not having to worry about whether he put her at risk or not because she could take care of herself. Of course, fortunately, that was something you didn't know because if Marc Spector was an expert in anything, it was disappearing.

The only thing you had in over a year was a mistaken call that reminded you of the power he would have over you for the rest of your life.

With a racing heart and tears in your eyes, you had to accept that his phone number now belonged to someone else.

A certain Steven Grant who by this point seemed more than frustrated to have to share a number with a missing person.

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[merrixmas]

Oh, How The Tables Have Turned

Pairing: Agent Leon x Plaga Reader (Fem)

Summary: Leon was assigned to capture what seems to be a powerful creature for experimentations. But he ends up turning into one.

Warning: Mention of Murders, Infecting, Rape, Dubcon, Creampie, Blood, BDSM, Spanking, Kidnap, Reversing of roles. Dom reader to sub, Sub Leon to Dom. Smut, Aggressive lovemaking

+info: Reader resembles Maria Gomez(RE Movie character) *Not in appearance* but is infected with the dominant plaga. This AU takes place after Re4. Las plagas with a vampire twist, if you see any grammatical errors or change with the pronouns, you didn't.

Word count: 5.4k

Murder reports were increasing during the past few weeks. Some bodies were found bloodless or almost out of blood and this rose the suspicion that the suspect might be a blood sucking monster. And one of the government officials didn't want the public to know what or who caused the murders, as it might be one of those biological threats. And they knew the perfect guy for the job.

~~~~~~

"Hunnigan, are you sure this is the way?" leon asked as he looked around in an empty and abandoned building next to a hospital.

"This is the place where most people went missing and murdered. And witnesses report that the suspect is a female.. with supernatural abilities?" She said as looked at the reports.

"When did I put a detective in my resume? Shouldn't the police or actual detectives be handling this?" He asked as he explored the building.

"The government wants this to stay hidden until we find out if it's actually a blood sucking monster or a mentally disabled person. And your mission is to bring her for examination and we'll cover it up." She explained.

"Hey hunnigan, did the reports say what she look like?" He whispered quietly through the speaker.

"Well reports mentioned that she looked like-" As hunnigan spoke through the communication device, it got feedbacks. Until it was just static.

Maybe the signal was weak here he thought. As Leon looked around, he then heard a giggle coming from the high stack of crates.

The sound of a woman's giggle causes him to freeze in place, his eyes narrowing as he scans the shadows "Who's there? Show yourself, now."

"Why would I? Will you hurt me?" I said sarcastically

A small smirk curves his lips "You really think I'd hurt you? Well, perhaps not intentionally. But if you don't show yourself, I may have to take matters into my own hands. And believe me, you wouldn't like that."

"Is that a threat?" I then leaped off the high stack of crates, landing behind Leon

His trained reflexes kick in as soon as he hears the movement behind him. With a swift turn, he raises his arm, ready to defend himself. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees me standing there, smirking at him.

He swiftly got his gun from his holster, pointing it at me. But before he could, I then kicked his gun away. Using my tail, I wrapped it tightly on his leg, making him stumble with ease.

"Please do tell me, why are you here? in my territory? I expected someone else.." I said coldly with disappointment. My eyes narrowing as it glowed. "You shouldn't be here."

Leon smirks slightly as he regains his footing, his hands held up in a gesture of peace. "Now, now. No need for hostility. I'm just here on a mission, nothing personal." He takes a step forward, his gaze locked on my form.

"On a mission to capture me." my eyes narrowed "I'm not dumb"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that." Leon chuckled softly, taking another step towards me. "More like... dealing with a potential threat. And I assure you, my intentions are purely professional." He paused for a moment, studying me closely.

"I'm doing this city a favor.. I kill bad guys in order to feed myself" My voice dripping with annoyance as I spoke to him

Shaking his head, Leon chuckles lightly, running a hand through his hair in amusement. "Fascinating... It's always been assumed that creatures like you had to feast on human life in order to survive. But it seems like you have a more... unique appetite."

"I have no interest on feeding on innocent lives, makes me feel... guilty and pity" My eyes gazing at his as I spoke truly.

"Guilty? Interesting..." Leon murmurs, taking another step closer to me. He can't deny the attraction he feels towards me, even with the knowledge of what I am. He knew there's something wild and alluring about me. "So, you're not here to hurt me?"

"Not at all. Unless you want me to?" I titled my head to the side with curiosity as I crossed my arms.

Leon raises an eyebrow at my response, his gaze flickering over my body once more. "Oh? And what would happen if I did?" He challenges me softly, taking another step closer.

"Oh, you have no idea." My eyes narrowing as he got closer.

Leon smirks slightly, his heart beating faster in anticipation of what I might do. He grabs my wrist gently, pulling me closer to him as he stares deeply into my eyes.

"You wouldn't even last long" I warned as I moved my tail from side to side

Leon watches as my tail moves, a small shiver running down his spine. He doesn't break eye contact with me, his gaze filled with desire and curiosity. "Is that so?" He murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

You then sensed that something was wrong and you needed to act fast. You wrapped your tail around him before injecting something on his neck.

As he feels the tail wrap around him, Leon's heart races even faster. The sensation of being held by something so primal and powerful is intoxicating. He doesn't resist as he feels a small prick on his neck, his mind already starting to cloud from whatever I injected.

A few hours later, Leon woke up. He was laying down on an operating table with his equipments organized on a bigger table beside him. He noticed that I was sitting on a chair beside him, asleep as if I guarded him during his unconsciousness but failed due to sleepiness.

His surroundings were unfamiliar to him. He tried to sit up but found that he was restrained, unable to move. "Wh-where am I?" He manages to say, his voice hoarse and weak.

As soon as I heard his voice, I woke up. Stretching before standing up to examine his body "In my underground lab."

Leon's muscular body tensed up a bit as I examined him, but he tried to maintain his composure. He thought I was more than he had expected—beautiful, deadly, and now holding him captive. His heart rate quickens as he struggles against his restraints again, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Your struggles won't be any use, those chains are very sturdy, handsome." My eyes not leaving his body as I examined him

Leon looks around, taking in his surroundings. He swallows hard, his heart racing as he tries to make sense of what's happening. He hates feeling so helpless, but he knows I'm far more powerful than he is.

"What? you thought I would fall into your trap by seducing me? what a fool." my eyes glowing with anticipation

Leon's eyes narrowed as I approached him, my glowing eyes sending chills down his spine. He can't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal at my words, knowing he had underestimated me.

I leaned closer to him, my face close to his. "Want to be free from those chains?"

Leon's breathing hitched slightly at the feel of my warmth so close to him. He gritted his teeth, trying not to show any sign of weakness as he met my gaze. "And what would you have me do in return?"

"Ahh, well you're not what I need so I'll have to let you go. But not until the parasite in you gets rejected by your body. You see, what I injected into you is similar to the las plagas but it's quite weaker than that, so you won't mutate. But if you go out of my range, you might, I'm only keeping your parasite at bay" You explained as your fingers traced one of his darkening veins.

His heart sank at my words, realizing he had been outsmarted. He tried to hide his frustration, knowing he couldn't afford to antagonize me further. "And what about you? Aren't you also infected with the parasite?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"I am infected with the Dominant Plaga, one that controls the subordinate plagas and their own parasite, but mine is quite weaker than the dominant plaga." I explained.

Leon couldn't help but feel a small wave of relief wash over him. The last thing he needed was to be infected with something like that again. He gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm, hoping I would have mercy on him. "So... why did you inject me with that weak parasite in the first place?"

"I sensed that my rival was also in the building, and that means that he'd kill you. But in order to keep you and I safe, I had to take you with me, but not without the parasite in you." A sense of worry flowed through me as I spoke

He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out my motives. My words rang true, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than I was letting on. "You injected me with a parasite in hopes of keeping me from harming you?"

"I don't trust humans but I'll be rest assured you won't harm me if I injected the weak parasite in you, cause I have control over you. as long as you're in my range."

Leon couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and annoyance at my methods. He had to admit, I had him in a tight spot, but he wasn't going to let me control him like this. "And what happens when I'm no longer in your range?"

"You would be out of control, even you won't have the ability control yourself."

Leon smirked, unphased by my threat. "Is that so? Well, we'll just have to see about that. I've faced much stronger threats than a mere parasite."

"Even if it's just a weak parasite, it can still control you. Don't underestimate it, and don't you dare escape. you'll only make things worse" I warned

Leon chuckled darkly, his eyes locked onto mine. He could see the determination in my gaze and knew I meant business. But he wasn't one to back down easily. "Is that a threat or a promise?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I rolled my eyes "You're hard headed than I thought, handsome."

"Maybe. But I've also got more experience dealing with things like this." He retorted. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at me, daring me to make a move.

I chuckled before breaking the chains using telekinesis then mentally controlling Leon to feel slight pain.

Leon felt the chains around his wrists break free, and a sudden pain shot through his body. He gasped in surprise, trying to understand what was happening. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and he collapsed to the ground. What... What just happened?

"You wanted to test the waters. I gave you an example of my power over you."

Leon groaned, still trying to catch his breath. He didn't like being controlled, but he had to admit that it was impressive. He slowly got back up, rubbing his wrists where the chains had been. "Alright, you've got my attention.

"Finally, I'll bring you to your quarters, no funny business, got it?"

Leon sighed, frustrated by the situation. But he knew better than to disobey my orders. "Yeah, I got it." He reluctantly followed me out of the room, keeping a wary eye on me.

I then led him to the long hallway to an odd looking door. as I stepped closer towards the door it slided open, I then entered the room, gesturing him to follow.

Leon followed me into the room, trying to stay alert despite his fatigue. The room was well-furnished, with a comfortable bed and even a small kitchenette. He supposed it could be worse. "Not bad... for a cell."

"The bathroom is just on the left, all your needs are in here. now if you excuse me, I have research to do."

Leon nodded and watched as I left the room. He closed the door behind me, then made his way over to the bed. It was soft and inviting, but he knew better than to relax completely. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone.

And when he pulled out his phone, it seemed to be hacked, only having the ability to search online and not able to call anyone.

"Great. Just great." Leon muttered to himself as he looked at his hacked phone. He knew he had to find a way out of this situation, but it seemed like every move he made was being controlled by me. But then his phone rang.

Leon cursed under his breath as he heard his phone ring. He was sure it was me, trying to keep him on edge. With a sigh, he answered the call. "What do you want?"

"Figured you'd find out that your phone is hacked, I'm not dumb. But hey, atleast I didn't hack your search engine to keep you entertained. Just make sure I don't hear you slap your sausage in the middle of the night, my room is just beside yours."

Leon chuckled as he listened to the me on the other end of the line. I was clearly enjoying this power trip I had on, but he wasn't about to let me get away with it. "You know, I had a feeling you might be behind this,"

"Ofcourse, wouldn't want you to call backup on me, do I, handsome?" I responded

"I can't help but notice you keep calling me handsome. Are you hitting on me or something?" He couldn't help but tease a little.

"Want me to call you ugly instead? I'm just being nice to my guest" I chuckled

"I'll take nice over creepy any day," Leon said with a smirk. He couldn't help but be curious about me, despite my strange behavior.

He then hung up the phone. He needed to come up with a plan, and fast. He couldn't let me continue to keep him here, he needed to capture me. He thought for a moment, then came up with an idea.

He then opened his files, seeing that he still had the info about the dominant plaga and the subordinate plaga that hunnigan provided, he went through it, reading and learning about it's abilities.

He found out that his parasite can become a dominant plaga if he were to mate with a female that is infected with the dominant plaga. Once the female with the dominant plaga senses sexual contact, it'll become vulnerable as it prepares to mate with a male that has the subordinate plaga, Leaving the female host weak and will lose their some of their power to be transferred to the male.

When he finished learning about the two types of plagas, he waited for the perfect moment to make his move.

~~~~~

TWO DAYS LATER..

He had been observing me from afar and knew my routine well enough to time it just right. When he felt the time was right, he charged into action.

It was the middle of the night, I slept in my room peacefully, just wearing my underwear and nightdress. But my peaceful slumber was soon interrupted as Leon silently made his way into my room. His eyes were fixated on me, taking in every detail of my sleeping form as he closed in on the bed.

Slowly and carefully, he climbed onto the bed, his muscular frame looming over my small form. His gaze took in every detail of my sleeping figure, noting the rise and fall of my chest with each breath.

I stirred slightly in my sleep, my parasite sensing his presence but I stayed unaware of it

Leon took advantage of my stirring to slide his hand down under the blanket, feeling the softness of my skin against his rough palm. His fingers traced along my waist before dipping lower, slipping beneath the fabric of my nightdress to explore the curves hidden beneath.

I squirmed slightly from his touch but still remaining unconscious

His touch was firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of my body with practiced ease. Despite my squirming, he continued his assault on my senses, his fingers trailing upwards to cup one of my perky breasts through the fabric of my nightdress. Eliciting a moan from my lips.

He smirked, satisfied by the response he had elicited from me. With a deft movement, he pulled down the straps of my nightdress, exposing more of my skin. "Wake up, doll."

I groaned as I slowly gained consciousness "Don't fight it, doll." His voice was low and menacing as he leaned closer to my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps on my neck. His hand moved from my wrist up my arm, grabbing hold of the fabric of my nightdress.

I chuckled as I stayed calm, assuming it was just his attempt to kill me. "You can't harm me, Leon. The parasite in you won't like to hurt it's master."

"Oh, but I can do this." With a swift movement, he ripped apart the nightdress, revealing my underwear beneath. His fingers dug into my flesh, causing me to wince in pain.

"So fucking beautiful." He purred, leaning down to capture my lips in a heated kiss. His tongue danced with mine, exploring every corner of my mouth as his hand found its way to my thigh.

"What are you doing-!?" I then tried to cover myself with my hands

"Oh come now, sweetheart. Don't act so surprised. You know what I want." His lips curled into a smirk as he teased the hem of  my panties.

My eyes glowed again but flickered as I lost my composure and became vulnerable to his touch "You little-"

"Oh, you're feisty." He chuckled, pinning me down with a surprisingly strong grip. His other hand moved to cup my panties-clad mound, rubbing teasingly against my sensitive folds.

"You ungrateful bastard.. I sheltered you and kept you in control, and this is how you repay me? Reversing the roles of our parasite?" I groaned as I struggled against him.

"Well, I am here to capture you, and it seems you're quite the catch." His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of my panties, teasingly brushing against my already sensitive clitoris.

"Besides, I intend to do much more than that," he murmured against my skin as his tongue snaked out to trace the shell of my ear. His fingers continued their teasing assault on my sensitive folds, rubbing harder and faster against my clit.

"A-aahh- ngh... You fucking perv..." I moaned as I squirmed

"Much better." He grinned, his lips trailing down my neck to nip at my earlobe. His fingers thrust into my wet panties, filling me completely as he began to move them in and out, setting a relentless pace.

I cried in pleasure as I couldn't do anything because of my vulnerable state "N-not there.. mmh-...."

"Really? How about I fuck you where you're the most vulnerable?" He growled as he pulled his fingers out to slapped my ass

"You thought I wouldn't know, huh?" He smirked, taking advantage of my vulnerability. He grabbed my neck, gently squeezing. My eyes widened in fear as I realized he was not playing around.

The glow from my eyes faded as I became vulnerable, leaving me powerless over him as the master plaga in my body thought I was going to mate

Leon chuckled darkly, his grip tightening slightly around my throat. "Now, now... no need for that," he said mockingly. "I just want to have a little chat with you." His other hand moved down to grope my breast.

Leon smirked as he felt the glow of the creature within him responding to my words. It was like a drug, this power they shared. "You're not the first one to use me for their own gain," he growled lowly, I yelped in pain as his fingers digged deeper in my flesh

He pushed himself off of me, his eyes boring into mine. "Now then," he purred, "let's see what kind of information you have for me." His hand moved to unbutton his pants, revealing the bulge of his erect cock straining against his boxers.

I panted heavily from the release of his grasp on my neck, My eyes widening from fear.

"Oh, don't worry," he said with a wicked grin. "This won't hurt... much." He pushed down his boxers, freeing his throbbing member. It was thick and veiny, the tip glistening with precum.

I then tried to stand up from the bed and run but he caught me before I could even stand up

"Now now," Leon purred, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back onto the bed. He straddled my hips, his thick cock rubbing against my soaked underwear. "Where were we?"

"Fuck you..." My eyes narrowed in frustration

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under my panties to grip my hips. "That can be arranged," he whispered huskily as he yanked them down, exposing me completely to him.

I squirmed as I tried to cover myself

"No need to be shy, darling," he said, smirking. "You're already exposed." He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above my breasts before he flicked his tongue out and circled my nipple, causing it to harden.

"The parasite.. it's controlling you mentally..."

"Oh, is that so?" He taunted. "Then how about I prove to you that I'm in control?" He pinched my other nipple hard, causing a small yelp to escape my lips. "Tell me, who am I thinking about fucking right now?"

"Do you expect me to know when you made me powerless.." I murmured

"Oh, I think you do," he purred, his hands moving down to cup my ass cheeks. "You know exactly who I'm thinking about." He squeezed my ass before giving it a hard smack."

"That's it, darling," he whispered in my ear. "You like that, don't you?" His hands slid down to my thighs, spreading them wider apart. "I can feel the parasite inside you, desperate for release.

"N-no..." I denied as I squirmed against him

"Oh, really?" He chuckled darkly. "Then why are you getting wet for me?" His fingers brushed against my sensitive folds, feeling the moisture that had accumulated there. "Your parasite wants me to fuck you,"

My eyes widen with realization "This can't be.."

"Oh, but it is," he said, his fingers delving into my folds. "And I plan on taking full advantage of that." He thrust a finger inside me, feeling the tightness that clenched around him."

"S-stop-! I c-command you!.." I shouted as I tried to stop him from thrusting another finger in me.

"Such a turn on, hearing you beg like that," he murmured before sliding his tongue out to trace the shell of my ear. "But you can't command me, not when I'm the one holding your leash."

"Looks like the tables had turned" I thought. Before, I was in control over him, but now he controls me..

"Exactly," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how well you perform for me." He thrust another finger into me, stretching me further as he continued to tease my sensitive spots. "

I moaned from the pleasure as he teased me, my back arching as he thrusted two fingers in me

"You're so wet, so needy..." His fingers continued their relentless assault, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me. "I bet you're dying for me to enter you, aren't you?" He positioned himself at my entrance, his large cock teasing my folds.

My legs shook as he teased my folds "N-no... please..."

"Please what?" His voice was low and menacing as he positioned himself between her spread legs, his hard cock throbbing with need. He didn't wait for an answer before and thrusting into her, filling her completely with one powerful stroke.

I gasped as he filled me up, his thickness stretching me impossibly tight. He began to thrust slowly, hitting my deepest spots with each powerful thrust.

shivers ran down my spine as I arched my back

"That's it," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He began to pound into her, his cock hitting against her walls with a wet slapping sound.

"P-please..." I whimpered as he pounded in me

"Please what?" He growled again, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. His cock stretched her to the limits, hitting deep within her core with each thrust. Tears ran down my cheeks as my body shook uncontrollably

Feeling her body shake and quiver beneath him only seemed to fuel his desire. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders, forcing himself even deeper inside of me. His powerful thrusts matched by the loud slaps of skin on skin as he took me roughly. I whimpered as his thrusts became more brutal

"You like that?" he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against my ear. His hand continued to play with my ass, squeezing and slapping it in time with his relentless pounding.

His thrusts becoming even more powerful. He reached down to rub my clit in tight circles, pushing her over the edge as I trembled under him

"Once I'm out of my vulnerable state.. oh I'm gonna make fucking-.. remove that parasite out of you and retrieve my abilities.." I murmured

"And what if I want to keep you around after that?" he growled, picking up the pace as his hips slapped against mine in a rhythm that was both primitive and erotic. "Maybe I'll find a way to tame this wild thing inside me, without your control."

"Your powerless over that parasite in you. You're not even used to it's power yet, only I can control it fully." I contradicted.

"We'll see about that," he snarled, his eyes flashing with determination. He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him as he began to move faster and harder inside me. "I won't let some pathetic creature take control of my life."

"So, how exactly do you plan on doing that, hmm?" His thrusts hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside me. "You think you can outsmart me? Prove it." His breathing gets ragged as he drives deeper and faster into my wet heat.

I looked away, unable to respond to him as I knew I was powerless right now

He continued to thrust into me, his cock hitting my g-spot with every move. "You're mine now, got it?" His voice was low and menacing as he pounded into me, showing no mercy. "I'll break you if I have to."

A white ring formed around his cock as I got close to orgasm. He smirked as he saw the white ring forming around his cock. He increased his pace, pushing deeper and harder into me with every thrust. "Come on, baby," he growled. "Give it up for Daddy."

My moans got louder as I was on the brink of cumming, and soon enough I cummed, convulsing under him as I gushed out creamy liquids.

Leon let out a low, primal groan as he felt me cum around him. He continued to thrust into me, his own orgasm building rapidly. Finally, with one last powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and released his seed. His body tensed as he came, filling me up completely.

"Good girl," he said, panting heavily. "You gave it up so nicely for Daddy." He pulled out of me slowly, watching as the last drops of his cum dripped from his cock. "Now, don't you go thinking about running off or anything."

I knew I couldn't, the roles of the parasites changed, he now had the master plaga while my parasite now needs his control.

"You're going to be a very naughty girl." His tone was both threatening and aroused. "But that's okay," he said with a smirk, "I can deal with it." I panted heavily as I was laying on the bed, vulnerably.

He smirked, enjoying the sight of me vulnerable and exposed. "Now," He said as he sat on the edge of the bed, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

My eyes narrowed as I listened to what he said

He smirked, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason to." He paused, his eyes studying your face intently. "Besides, you've got something I need right now.. I need to feed on someone with pure blood. Preferably someone like you."

Feeling a surge of fear and weakness, I grip the sheets tightly Y-you mean... you want to... feed on me?

Leon's smirk widened, revealing a hint of fangs poking out from his upper lip "Is it so hard to believe? I've already made the choice, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Trembling, I try to protest "No... I mean, I don't want to... I can't..."

"You can't?" Leon arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you know who you're talking to, doll? I do not take no for an answer. Now be a good girl and sit still.

As much as I hate begging, I didn't want him to feed on me as I might die from it. "P-please-.. isn't there any other way?"

Leon stares at me for a long moment, his icy blue eyes piercing my soul. "You're so fucking cute when you're scared. Just sit still and let me have my way with you."

I felt that there wasn't any other way to convince him otherwise, and so I let him do his thing.

Leon took a moment to appreciate my submission, a rare sight that he savored. He moved in closer, his cold gaze never leaving mine.

"Just make it quick..." I murmured as he slowly, he extended a hand and gently traced it down my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Leon chuckled softly at my plea, his hand trailing a teasing path up my naked form. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I can't make any promises... I might take my sweet time."

My body trembling against him as I titled my head to the side, exposing my neck to him

"Good girl." His husky voice was filled with satisfaction. He leaned down, lowering his mouth to my exposed neck. The cold sensation of his lips against my skin was the only warning I got before he sank his fangs into my flesh.

I whimpered in pain as I let him feed on my blood, my hand on his shoulder as the other gripped on the bedsheet

He fed without mercy, drinking my blood while I trembled beneath him. His teeth sinking deeper into my flesh. He savored the taste of my blood. He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his hand gently rubbing my thigh as he continues feeding.

He then lifted me to his lap, facing him as he fed on my blood "P-please, I can't... I can't handle it anymore..."

Leon chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around my waist. He continues feeding, His voice is low, a teasing rumble in his chest. "Shhh... You can handle it. Trust me..."

"H-how much longer d-do you need?" I stuttered as I felt pain flow through me

Leon's grip tightened on my waist as his feeding became more intense, his body pressing against mine as he continued to drink. "I'll stop when I'm satisfied." He murmured against my neck.

"A-ahh-... ngh...." I moaned as I felt his feeding become more intense

He continued to feed, ignoring my moans of pain. Every drop of blood offered to him was savored, his body twitching with pleasure. When he finally pulled away, his lips leaving a bloody trail on my neck, a small satisfied grin played on his face.

I panted heavily as I started recovering from his feed. my head nestling under his neck

His arms wrapped around my slender frame, pulling me into the warmth of his body, his strong heartbeat offering some semblance of comfort amidst the throbbing pain caused by his feeding. His grip was firm yet gentle, a comforting contrast to the primal need that he'd just satisfied.

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