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anjaelle · 10 months

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Hello darling 💙

Would you consider writing for Count Vronsky from Anna Karenina?

Pairing: Count Alexei Vronsky x Foreign Socialite!Reader Warnings: Borderline Toxic Infatuation, Vintage Slow Burn, (almost) Infidelity Summary: A foreign born socialite/heiress visits a friend in Russia and meets a straight up demon. For @bettytaylorversion (AU where Anna doesn't go back to Vronsky and chooses to stay with Karenin.) Word Count: 2.3K a/n: I remember that Tolstoy made this character so straightforward that you can kind of play around with him as much as you like without changing much about who he is at his core. I can't be left to my own devices. That being said, I don't want purists yelling at me. So I hope everyone takes some of my choices here with a grain of salt.

--x--

Everything about Russia felt intimidating to you: the language, the size of the country, the power of its military, and the show of their aristocratic wealth. You were wealthy. But this was a different kind of wealth. You came to visit your close friend who was another socialite that you met through overlapping inner circles. It'd taken you a while to accept the invitation as you weren't sure how kindly they'd take to a foreigner.

You understood some of the language based on what your friend taught you, but you still weren't confident enough to converse in just Russian. Instead you opted for French, which seemed to work well enough. You knew your native language was a lost cause. While some people in the parlor were polite, others had no interest in speaking with you. A small number seemed interested in you and your home country. Or maybe they just noticed your Very New and Very Parisian wardrobe with your collection of gifted jewels. They decided you were important enough to talk to.

When she introduced you to Count Alexei Vronsky, an officer in the army, you felt her grip on your elbow tighten just the slightest bit. You knew about him. She told you all about his affair with the married woman from Saint Petersburg. You weren't sure how you pictured the man. She said he was handsome, but you lived in a world full of beautiful people. How much different could he be?

That was a terrible miscalculation. The minute he met you, he watched you with the intense interest of a fox stalking its prey. You felt your cheeks warm and your heart thud when he pressed his lips to your gloved knuckle. You averted your eyes when he rose from his bow, not really wanting to convey anything uncouth about the interaction.

The first time he found you alone, you were in your friend's library looking at a map pinned to the wall. He told you about every country he'd lived in, every country he'd traveled through, and which ones he'd be eager to see soon. When you pointed out your country on the map, he licked his lips and an easy smile graced his beautiful face.

"I suppose I have no choice but to come see you now." He said in his thick accent.

You realized, then, that he reminded you of angels you'd see painted on the walls of grand, gilded churches. You told him that you and your fiance would be happy to invite him to your engagement party.

"Hmm." he said, eyeing the map. "Fiancés..." he finished the statement in Russian, so you couldn't understand him.

Before you excused yourself to go find your friend, his fingertips gently grazed the back of your hand, stopping you in your tracks. "Your fiancé is incredibly lucky to have such a beautiful, clever woman."

The second time he found you alone, you'd been exploring the estate and decided to rest in the garden among the wildflowers. As you raised your face to the summer sun, he made his presence known by clearing his throat, causing you to jump to your feet in surprise.

"Good afternoon, startled rabbit." He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him.

"How long have you been standing there?" You warily asked, anxiously adjusting your skirts and brushing the grass from your hair. He cocked his head, studying you, "Long enough to notice that your beauty in parlor candlelight cannot compare to how alluring you are in the light of day."

It was interesting to see him dressed so casually compared to the night before. You wondered what he was still doing at your friend's estate when you knew he had a home of his own. You quickly glanced at her window to see the curtains still closed.

When you boldly asked him if he'd been watching you, something akin to amusement danced across his face, "You like the idea of that? Me watching you?"

"I have a fiancé."

He took a step closer, "That doesn't answer my question."

“You didn’t answer mine.” You countered, looking him square in the eye.

That wasn’t particularly ladylike, and you weren’t sure how anyone would react if they happened upon you and Vronsky standing so close in the garden without a chaperone.

As if reading your mind, he glanced down at your lips, then his eyes fell lower to your bodice. Your engraved gold locket rested on the top of one breast, with your fiancé’s initials glittering under the sun.

“I wasn’t watching you. I was…preoccupied.” His eyes met yours again and you felt like you’d been splashed with icy water. “Your husband—my apologies—your fiancé…he is a man of means? That necklace of yours is exquisite.”

You weren’t stupid. He didn’t care about the necklace. “That is a very inappropriate question to ask.”

“So he is not a man of means.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Who gave you that necklace?”

“Why does it trouble you to know?”

“You deserve a better one.” He murmured. You were unsure if he was still speaking about the jewelry. His fingers ghosted over the exposed skin of your forearm, "I could do that for you. If you wish." You took one large step back and glanced again at your friend’s window to find her watching you both suspiciously.

For the remainder of your stay in Russia, your friend treated you coolly. Though she was kind in private, she wasn't as warm in the company of others. Specifically, in the presence of Count Vronsky who seemed eager to appear more often during your stay and even more eager to get you alone. You reminded yourself that it was a temporary trip, and that you'd be back at your father's estate--and back in your kind fiancé's arms--in no time.

"It's truly fortunate that you're betrothed," your friend said as you gathered your belongings to meet the carriage in the courtyard, "or it'd be a shame to see your name added to the Count's incredibly long list of jilted lovers." There was an edge of bitterness to her tone, but you chose not to bring it up. Instead you marked it as an incredibly odd ending to an otherwise enjoyable trip.

A month later, you nearly fell down the stairs when your father called you down to the foyer to greet his newest client who arrived that morning from Russia. Count Alexei Vronsky bowed as you descended, but you could see the mirth dancing behind his eyes when he righted his posture behind your father's back.

"He says you spoke extensively about my craftsmanship. He felt compelled to come by the shop for his own fitting while he was visiting!" Your father exclaimed merrily, pulling you in for a kiss on the forehead, "My brilliant girl. This will do wonders for us. I knew I could count on you."

Sure, you had spoken highly of you father's tailoring and shoemaking, because as popular as your father was it never hurt to expand the reach of his influence.

That being said, you were sure Vronsky wasn't there for that conversation, and you never continued any form of contact after you departed Russia. You assumed he learned about where you lived through mutual friends. You swore under your breath when your father left you alone to get his sketches from his workshop in the east wing of the estate. Vronsky eyed you briefly, then redirected his interest to the art and artifacts decorating your home. Ever the son born of Russian ice and stoicism, he looked out of place in the warm atmosphere of the home you grew up in.

"Your country is beautiful," he said, arching a dark brow, "a bit too hot for my liking. Though, it is nice to see you in your natural element. I don't think wildflowers like you belong in the comparative cold of a Russian summer."

You felt like you were being tested, but you decided that there wasn't much he could do in the confines of your home. He was, after all, in your territory. Your shoulders relaxed and you chanced a small smile his way, "You'd be surprised to know how resilient I can be."

Surprisingly, he laughed, "I don't think I'd be surprised at all. I know you better than you think I do."

You felt like you'd regret it, but you decided to ask anyway.

"What do you mean by that?"

He began to stroll through the hall of your foyer, pausing every so often to examine a portrait or vase as you trailed behind him.

"You attended your fiancé's nameday feast a few years ago. Of course, he was not your fiancé, then. He was merely your father's apprentice and a quite talented shoemaker from my country who moved and quickly fell in love with...your country." He chuckled to himself at a joke only he seemed to know. "I remember you. I remember that you were an absolute vision in white, and you danced with everyone in the room. Though you were incredibly quiet when you weren't wrapped up in the melody of the orchestra." He glanced over at your confused expression, fighting a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, "Like I said: startled rabbit. Always quiet. Always watching. I remember the way your dress hugged the delicate slope of your shoulders, and the way your necklace caressed your neck. That may have been the first time I craved to exist within the confines of a jeweled pendant. And though I was otherwise...occupied with someone...I do remember the way you consistently laughed when he whispered things to you. A kind gesture, as he's never been that funny."

"So you know him. You were there that night." You whispered, feeling chills running up your arm.

"I was," he shrugged, stopping again at a more recent portrait of you and your father, "as was my duty as his elder brother."

You felt your heart stop in your chest and your brain short circuited. Your fiancé never told you about any siblings, let alone an elder brother. You knew your fiance's father was possibly dead, and that his mother raised him alone in Russia. Was he lying about his life? You weren't sure what was conveyed on your face, but Count Vronsky turned to address you directly.

"My father was not an honorable man. He forbade us from speaking to my half-brother or acknowledging him. Of course, Father is dead now, and God hasn't struck me down for disrespecting the wishes of a dead man. This also isn't the first time I've ever sinned." He grinned widely at you and took a step closer, though you were too shocked to move. "From the minute I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And every time I've seen you since, I regretted not stealing you away for myself."

"That doesn't make any sense..." you murmured, hiding your anxious hands behind your back, "I've never met you before. I'd know. I'd remember."

"You make your presence known at those silly little soirées the ladies have. I never stay for very long, but I've always..." he took another step closer and you realized you'd been backed against a pillar, "I've always noticed you. Dancing. Laughing. Drinking. Sometimes smoking. Does your father know you smoke?"

You glanced down the hall over his shoulder, and in a small voice that surprised you, you whispered, "I don't always do that."

"Mhmm." He reached out to run his warm, slightly calloused fingers along the chain of your necklace, stopping just before the pendant that rested in the valley of your cleavage. Your chest involuntarily heaved, and your knees felt weak, "What other bad things do you 'not always' do?"

You parted your lips to attempt something sharp, but instead you swallowed hard and said, "I'm to be married."

"But you are not married." He was so close, "Do you know how badly I've wanted to come see you since you left?" You could smell the sweet wine of your country on his tongue as he whispered lowly to you, "The thought of his hands on you made me want to abandon all of my obligations to cross the sea. Did you think of me?"

Your gaze fell to his lips, slightly stained red, and then back up into his piercing blue eyes. God, he was beautiful. He caught the action.

"You did."

"I didn't."

"Your eyes betray you, wildflower." His hand grazed your hip above your skirt, and his lips ghosted over your own, "I thought about you every night. I think about how you'd look spread out for me on those expensive sheets your father bought you. Waiting for me. And you're wearing that charming necklace my brother gave you while my tongue is deep in that sweet little--"

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Vronsky swiftly turned away from you to examine the nearest vase again, as if nothing happened. You hadn't realized that your hands were grasping your skirt in your fists and that you were squeezing your thighs together.

You realized then that it'd been so long since you were last touched.

When your father entered the hall, he shot you a curious look before handing Vronsky his latest sketches.

"Here you go, young man. Let me know if these are to your liking. We can begin as early as tomorrow afternoon."

The blond shot your father a charming smile and bowed graciously, "Thank you for taking the time to help a stranger on such short notice."

The conversation sounded like white noise in your ears as you willed your heart to slow down. Even as you composed yourself and released your skirt from your hands, you still felt out of sorts.

When he turned to you and bowed again, he rose and allowed his eyes to trail down the length of your body.

"Always a pleasure to see you again."

#count vronsky #count vronsky x reader #aaron taylor johnson #atj x reader #it's taken me sooo long to edit and re-edit this i'm so sorry #thank you for waiting #jae writes

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straightplayshowdown · 2 months

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have been summoned to Elsinore by the king, Claudius. He and Queen Gertrude, wish for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to glean what sudden sway of madness has affected Hamlet. The duo sets out to achieve their task, meeting a ragged troupe of players along the way. Brief glimpses of scenes from Hamlet show the trials and tribulations of the royals; our two heroes are largely left in a state of waiting. They pass the time playing games, posing questions, and tossing coins, until they gradually realize that their fates have been taken out of their own hands. They are merely characters in a larger story in which they have no say.

Hamlet: Hamlet is home to mourn the death of his father. He is disgusted by the marriage of his mother to his uncle, Claudius, who now has the throne. The ghost of his father reveals to Hamlet that Claudius poisoned him in the ear. Hamlet vows to avenge his father’s murder. Hamlet’s sanity begins to be questioned by all. He accidentally kills Polonius, thinking it was Cladius. Ophelia has gone mad with grief over the death of her father. Claudius suggests that Laertes duel with Hamlet. From there, the play ends in tragedy.

Propaganda under the cut!

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead:

what if we were both minor characters in Hamlet forced to die over and over again in a timeloop and we were both guys 😳. basically one of the only modern straight plays i know and its just so good!!!!!!!! Rosencratz's death monolouge gets me everytime

This play is for people that love Shakespeare, but also love weird shit. It somehow offers really insightful commentary on stories and fate and purpose while also feeling like a fever dream.

an existential and brilliant deconstruction of hamlet

it’s good

Hamlet fanfic involving the game of questions and frequently not being on boats.

No, I'm tired sorry

waiting for godot meets hamlet. best of both worlds

A heartbreaking examination of the archetype “tragedy” — the knowledge that, essentially, the characters are doomed from the beginning, and cannot escape their fates, the inescapable feeling that they’re simply characters in a story. RAGAD treats the genre with comedy and makes two seemingly meaningless characters into an everyone’s favorite duo.

what if we were doomed by the narrative and flipped coins and licked feet and hid in barrels and hung out with a suspicious actor troupe who eventually turns against us and also we have to figure out what's up with hamlet because claudius told us to? and we were both boys? just kidding! ....unless?

I know the whole thing off by heard and I’ve never been in it. Does that count. Also it deserves to win because of what the awful awful film did to it.

Hamlet:

its hamlet. do i need to say anything more?

i mean. it just is the best play of all time. like it almost sucks that we peaked 400 years ago but it is the best play ever written and there's nothing you or i can do about that

it’s THE play

ghosts! revenge! madness! murder most foul! how could you possibly ask for more?

What a heartbreaking exploration of grief…

#rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #hamlet #hamlet prince of denmark #round 3 #the straight play showdown #polls

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sweetestofchaos · 4 months

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here's to you | m.yg x reader

the holidays bring out the best in people...

❅ agust x reader | yoongi x oc [modern day blackthorn characters]

❅ prompts: "thank you for making it special" + "you're the best present i could have ever wished for"

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings: manhandling - choking (not the fun kind) - mentions of deceased parents - unprotected sex - cowgirl - creampie - two povs (kind of)

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @theharrowing. Woooo did this take me for a ride. I wrote this 3 times before I finally liked where it was going. I did take some liberties with this and I hope you like it. Harrow, I want to thank you for picking characters from my wips. I love Blackthorn and I have wanted to dive into the modern day so freaking badly!

❅ this is not canon with blackthorn modern day. this is just for fun!

❅ line, snow and support dividers made by @benkeibear

❅ send in your own requests here

It was Christmas Eve and the streets were covered in snow. Street lights burned bright as the sky grew darker and the scent of cookies waffed in the air. Puffs of white smoke filled the air as Yoongi hurried down the street towards his car. The shop was busy all day and he had to come in to lend a hand. As the owner, it would have looked bad if he left his employees to deal with the mob of customers that never seemed to thin out. The shop was open an hour past close and Yoongi sent his works home. He was capable enough to close on his own and he wanted everyone to be with their families as soon as possible.

Parking was a pain in the ass to find and Yoongi parked a block away from the shop. It wasn’t that big of a deal but with how cold it was tonight, Yoongi wished he parked closer. The crunch of snow under his feet made his teeth grind. It was a sound on par with nails on a chalkboard for him. As he got closer to his car, Yoongi noticed a figure in the distance and he frowned. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist and grumbled to himself. The mop of dark hair was enough of a give away as to who was waiting for him.

“What do you want, Agust?” Yoongi sighed as he stepped up to his car.

His twin brother, Agust, paid him no mind. An orange flame appeared suddenly and Yoongi watched with narrowed eyes as Agust lit a cigarette in silence. He inhaled deeply and let the smoke swirl into the air, dropping his head back on the hood of the snow covered car.

Yoongi pulled his keys from his pocket and clicked his tongue, “Get out of the way. I have somewhere to be.”

“How is she?” Agust’s voice was rough, broken glass and jagged rocks. As his head slowly raised, Agust’s eyes landed on Yoongi and he grinned wickedly. “My treasure? How is she?”

“Fuck off, Agust.”

Onyx eyes flashed a striking gold and before Yoongi could blink he was slammed into the side of his car, Agust’s hand wrapped tightly around his throat. Thick black smoke spilled from Agust’s nose as scales started to sprout along his wrists and his nails elongated.

“Don’t play with me little brother,” Agust hissed and Yoongi narrowed his eyes, glaring at Agust as best he could. Another plume of smoke seeped from Agust’s mouth and he released Yoongi with a hiss, “Merry Christmas.”

Agust vanished without another word, leaving Yoongi coughing and gasping for air on the sidewalk. When Agust reappeared it was out front of your door. After Keena came into his life, Agust has become a frequent visitor of yours. Tonight was no exception as he rang the doorbell and leaned in the doorway, his face board as he looked at the colorful holiday decorations that covered your stoop. Footsteps came closer to the door and Agust licked his lips, he could taste you from behind the door. The lock clicked out of place and as the door swung open, Agust watched as the smile on your face dropped.

“Working tonight?” Agust questioned as he slipped past you and started to toe off his shoes. You closed the door behind him and bit the inside of your cheek as you thought of the best way to kick the dragon out of your home.

“Um-”

“Strip. I don’t have all night.”

“Agust I don’t think-”

“I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to-”

“Can we not tonight?” Your voice was softer than usual and it made Agust pause as he had started to disrobe. The black button down he wore was half way opened, his pale chest glowing from the warm candle light that burned in your home.

“What is it? Have you taken a lover?”

“No…I-I just-”

Agust watched as your eyes drifted to the side and he followed your line of sight. There on the entryway table was a mess of photos of whom he assumed to be your parents. Oh. He inhaled deeply and started to button his shirt back up.

“Have you eaten yet?” Agust questioned and you shook your head. “Sit,” he grunted and disappeared into your kitchen. You followed the sounds of pots banging around, choosing to sit at the island while Agust moved around your kitchen like it was his own. You had no idea what he had planned to make but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you as he cooked. When the food was finished, Agust set up the table for the two of you and waited for you to sit before he served the food. Spicy chicken ramen, kimchi fried rice with spicy rice cakes on the side.

You ate in silence, unable to speak as the flavors of the food fought with the emotions in your heart. When was the last time someone had cooked for you on Christmas Eve? Tears blurred your vision and you quickly blinked them away.

“Thank you for making it special." You muttered and Agust ignored your words.

Agust raised his glass in the direction of your parent's photos and you raised your glass as well.

"Here's to you..."

On the other side of town, Yoongi sat with his girlfriend Keena in his lap, her tits bouncing in his face as he lifted her up and down his cock. Their lips were spit slick and swollen from endless bitting. Yoongi’s head was fuzzy as his stomach clenched and jumped in pleasure. Keena’s nails dug into his back as she threw her head back and Yoongi attacked her neck with his lips.

“Y-Yoongi!” Keena cried as her walls tightened around him for what felt like the millionth time. Yoongi snaked a hand between their bodies and tweaked Keena’s clit between his fingers.

“Gonna come for me? Make a mess in my lap?” Yoongi teased, his words filthy as he started to thrust his hips upwards. Keena babbled dumbly, too fucked out of her mind to answer clearly and Yoongi smiled, gummy and bright.

“That’s right, gem. Come all over my cock.” He licked his lips and squeezed her hips tightly, “You're the best present I-I could have - mmmmm, fuck!” Yoongi growled as she came around him, screaming his name. “E-ever wished for! S-Shit!” he panted out as he came soon after, not able to move much as her walls throbbed around him.

Keena giggled as Yoongi cuddled into her sweaty chest. She wrapped her arms around him and played with his damp hair.

“Yoongi?”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“I love you.”

#yoongi smut #yoongi x oc #agust d x reader #fic: here's to you #1k followers event #happy chaosdays event

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5eraphim · 8 months

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If you are okay with any poly asks/requests how about Demo and Soldier (kidnap) take their partner (afab) out to a random forest and hunt them down (primal play) because they were being a brat and teasing them.

(Soldier would have great tracking skills considering he is canonically friends with raccoons. And Demo would have a blast.)

This was HEAVILLY inspired by the Robert Hansen music video by SKYND. legit heard this song for the first time i think a week ago and I knew right away it was the perfect inspiration for this story. i don't know why my brain allowed this request to gather dust for months, but then heard one song that goes hard and then finishes it in a few days?? as always, i apologize for taking forever, but more importantly thank you for the request, i hope you like how this turned out.

Title: Hunting Party

Characters: The Soldier 🦅 and Demoman 🐏

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway

Word Count: 5.2k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"When you become separated or isolated in a hostile area, your evasion and survival skills will determine whether or not you return to friendly lines... With training, equipment, and the will to survive, you can overcome any obstacle you may face. You will survive. Understand the emotional states associated with survival. "Knowing thyself" is extremely important in a survival situation." U.S. Army Ranger handbook (Chapter 14, Sections 1-2)

"When you're on the march, act the way you would if you were sneaking up on a deer. See the enemy first" Major Robert Rogers, 1759

The sun began to set a little lower, and you were painfully lost in the middle of the woods. Your hands were cold; a bitter wind blew from behind, rustling the shriveled mid-autumn leaves over your head. It must've been hours, shambling fruitlessly through the dense forest, searching for an exit, praying you would find a way out before something else found you first.

For some reason, you couldn't remember exactly what happened earlier during the day leading up to this situation. You'd woken up disoriented, your head aching, and with no knowledge of where you were or how you wound up here. It hurt to move upon awakening, your head felt heavy and slow with drowsiness, and your joints were stiff and protested moving too quickly. It took much time and concentration to ease your body out of the fetal position you awoke from. A worn, dingy-smelling sleeping bag was the only thing separating your body from the cold ground. While a hooded jacket, long work pants, and thick-soled boots helped save you from the chill, your fingers were freezing after being exposed to the cold air unmoving for so long. As you began to rub them together to work up some friction to bring the feeling back into your hands, you spotted a rock pinning a slip of paper to the far corner of the sleeping bag where you'd be sure to find it.

You reached out to read the note,

"You've been getting too comfortable slacking off. You ought to learn how to take your job seriously. It's time you remember who you answer to. Let's see if you can get out of this one on your own."

"We'll give you a few hours headstart. Good luck."

Beneath the message, you recognized the messy signatures of two comrades, the Demoman and the Soldier. For a moment, you sat there motionless, holding the note in your hands, unsure if this was all some elaborate practical joke. Though you had to admit, if there were two people you knew who would try to teach you a lesson by forcing you into a near-death experience, it would be these two.

Eventually, you forced yourself to your feet, ultimately accepting that if you wanted to get out, you'd have to find it on your own. It wasn't long until paranoia began to set in. Whenever you heard rustling from the bushes, a twig snap, or any other sign of movement in the distance, you instantly froze up, looking around and over your shoulder, expecting to see them there.

The sound of a rifle firing in the distance stopped you dead in your tracks. Any fleeting hope that all this was some "game" died at that moment. "They wouldn't kill me; they couldn't possibly go through with it; there's no way they would go so far just because you broke a few rules…" You reasoned internally, but even if you didn't think they were out to kill you, not knowing what they had planned felt much more sinister. While the shot resounded far in the distance, you got the message loud and clear: You weren't alone anymore. Your headstart was over, and the hunt was on.

Forcing yourself to stop looking behind, you faced forward and began bolting at full speed straight ahead, treading as quietly as possible to avoid making too much noise. The sun was setting faster now, causing the shadows in the woods to stretch further in the dwindling light, though it was cold comfort, as once the sun set entirely, you knew you didn't have a prayer of finding your way out.

From a distance behind, you could hear Demo's voice, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty-"

His little taunt sent a chill down your spine, only spurring you on all the faster.

"Come out, come out wherever you aa-are!" After this, you could hear the two of them taunting you from behind, and you could swear you could even hear them getting closer, beginning to close the distance between you and them.

"I'm NOT prey! I'm not going to let him get to me! I'll be free soon; I won't let them win!" You weren't a piece of meat for them to stalk and slaughter; you had to keep reminding yourself. They were taunting you, trying to get in your head, mind games, and nothing more. While you still had a decent amount of distance between you and them, you continued to move as stealthily as possible, darting from shadow to shadow, keeping your weight mainly on the balls of your feet, crouching toe-first through the foliage to keep your steps as silent. Overhead, a crow cried out abruptly, startling you and forcing you to cover your mouth with your hands to keep from crying out. You knew if they weren't hot on your trail before, they knew now exactly where you were. You were unable to keep from trembling as you heard footsteps echoing closer.

For just one moment, you faltered, considering briefly if you stopped running, you had a chance of trying to negotiate with them, reasoning if you surrendered, maybe they would go easy on you. After all, they'd enjoyed the thrill of tracking you down, stalking you through the woods 'till they were right behind. Wasn't that enough?

In a split second, you stopped running, knowing the two were right around the corner; you slowed to a stop, forcing yourself to stand your ground on shaky legs, knowing your hunters were right around the corner. Though the moment you were caught in Solly's crosshairs, he didn't wait for a second before pulling the trigger, sending a bullet ripping past you, clipping your hip as it fired past you.

In a matter of seconds, you went from looking at the men before you to the forest floor as you fell face-forward, using your arms to brace your fall as you screamed in pain as hot blood oozed down the side of your leg. By the grace of God, the bullet hadn't lodged inside of you, though you had no clue if that was on purpose or not. It was far from the worst pain you've felt before, but it was enough to quickly down you. You could hear the sound of the two drawing closer but were in too much pain to look up as you curled into the fetal position, drawing as inward as tight as possible, as though that would save you.

They won. You were downed and bleeding at their feet with nothing to protect yourself. Nearly all your energy and will to fight back was drained, and you felt like a lamb seconds before the slaughter. You were terrified during the chase but managed to keep your wits about you. But your sanity was slipping fast. Despite everything, you had a bad feeling the bullet-graze wound would be only the start of your pain tonight. You cowered beneath a massive oak, illuminated by the flashlight attached to Solly's rifle. Pushing yourself off the ground with a grunt, you force yourself to sit back up, your knees propped up under your chin.

You glared up at the man from your position sprawled out on the ground as he glared at you with an expression of equal anger, "What's the matter, cadet? No more fight left in ya?"

As if you could try and keep running, even if you wanted to. But seeing Solly's loaded rifle pointed at you kept you from saying anything sarcastic for fear of upsetting him. Trying to choose your words carefully, you asked, "Is this the end of the hunt?"

Solly sneered, "Do you surrender?"

Trying not to sound snarky, you answered, "Do you think I could run away like this?"

"He asked ya a question- Do ya surrender?" Demo interrupted. Though he didn't have a firearm pointed at you, the throwing ax in his hand frightened you worse than Solly's rifle.

You nodded, having already accepted defeat. "Fine. You win, I surrender… Now what?"

"It depends. Have you learned your lesson?" Solly spoke, lowering his weapon slightly.

"What?" you questioned, almost shrill with annoyance and fear. The blood seeped in throbbing pulses from your hip, disorienting you to the world around you, and trying to decipher what these two maniacs wanted only furthered your confusion.

Thankfully, rather than lashing out again, Solly explained in his usual gruff, authoritative tone, "You're always slacking off on missions and at work back at base! Trying to ditch work and head out early! You are the laziest Engineer to ever work for our team! If Dell saw what you've done in his place, he'd shoot you! You're a disgrace to your class, you runt!"

Was that what this was all about!? "Dell, you overachieving son of a bitch!" You mentally cursed. It was tough to be an Engineer when held to the impossibly high standard set by your predecessor. You loved Dell; everybody loved Dell. But you couldn't help feeling irked whenever your work was compared to his, as no matter how hard you tried, he always found some way to upstage you. While you loved your job and working with the team, there was simply no competing with a guy like Dell. The man was a third-generation Engineer. All his life, engineering was all he knew. He was practically bred for this job. He gave everything he had to work, and it showed. Dell was nothing less than a master at his craft. You wanted to hate him for this, for showing you up, for acting so modestly and earnestly when others praised his work, even though you could tell from the look in his eye he loved every second of it. But you still couldn't hate Dell; nobody could.

It hurt to wonder if you'd ever see Dell again. Your heart throbbed as you feared these two might just be deranged enough to go through with this, killing you in cold blood far into the wilderness where no one could hear you scream. There was no Medic here to tend to your injuries, you had no idea how far away the respawn machine was, and you had a bad feeling whatever happened to you out here wouldn't go away so quickly. And there was a good chance these two would be the last thing you'd see before you died.

The longer the two stared you down, the harder it became to keep your head clear. You were terrified to be held at their mercy with no idea what they wanted from you. You broke the silence, your voice unsteady and panicked, slightly rasping on account of how dry your throat became during the hunt. "What do you want me to tell you? I won't leave early anymore? I'll work faster? Whatever it is you want, I'll do it! C'mon, this has gone on long enough!"

Solly appeared chillingly indifferent to your pleas for mercy. "I'm not convinced."

You grunted in desperation, turning your attention from Solly to his partner, "Demo, you show up to work shitfaced every day, and you're really going to call me a slacker!?"

His eyes were only somewhat unfocused, bearing the telltale sign of his usual intoxication, which narrowed slightly at your dig against him. "I don't need to be sober to make my bombs or to chuck 'em. And I'll shove one down your gullet right now if ya need me to prove it." You straightened and went rigid at the threat, even if he wouldn't deliver. It was disquieting to know how inclined to violence he was now.

Solly crept forward just an inch as though spurred on by your reaction. "If you want us to get you out of the woods so soon, cadet, we could chop you up right here. Take your head home with us, and keep it on the wall. Let everyone on base know what happens to slackers."

"Look- I'm sorry for letting you down, really, I promise I am! But I'm not a slacker! I'll do better, I swear! Please, let's just go home- we're teammates, right? Let's get back to base, and we'll straighten all of this out." You desperately tried to think of any way to negotiate out of this without promising anything drastic. You wanted to argue with their emotional side, remind them you were friends, and convince them to end this terrible game. The sun set lower during your confrontation, and it was too dark to make out anyone's expression clearly, but you had little faith that either of them was convinced.

Demo snickered, lowering himself to sit back on his haunches, meeting you at eye level, "But we're not back at the base, now are we? Out here, ya ain't a comrade. You're less than an enemy, yer our prey. An' the prey don't' make orders."

Instinctively, you shifted away nervously, wanting to protect what little distance you had left between the two maniacs. Demo still had his hand wrapped around a throwing ax, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. The wicked polished metal of the ax's blade caught the flashlight's beam, reflecting menacingly.

"Aw, c'mon now, don't be so scared- we'll be gentle." Demo spoke with condescending sweetness, enjoying the visible fear on your face. You gasped in fear as you saw Demo's arm holding the ax move, as he made a show of striking the ground by his feet, wedging the weapon into the earth, remaining upright even as he pulled his hand away. You could hear them laughing, watching you flinch and yelp in fear at the fake-out.

Demo teased, "Still spooked? Why? I thought ye said we were all friends here?" He raised both palms facing you to show you his empty hands, "I'm not gonna hurt ye. The ax is gone. Now come here." He used his pointed finger to gesture for you to come closer, though, at the moment, you were so paralyzed with fear you doubted you could comply even if you wanted to.

The Demo wasn't pleased by your hesitance, "Don't make me come over there an' getcha myself."

It was beyond stupid to try and defy either of the men in your condition, but Demo didn't even give you time to react as he lurched forward with shocking agility, grabbing you by the collar. The action caught you by surprise, and your legs almost instantly gave out from under you, giving you just seconds to break the fall with your arms as you landed belly-down in the dirt.

He asked, "Looks like ya got a lil blood on your shirt, lass- let me help you out of it."

Your clothes were the last of your worries, and he knew it. You could only whine with grief as you heard Demo unearthing his ax to rip the shirt from collar to tail, then from the collar down the sleeves. Slicing your poor shirt to ribbons before pulling the useless fabric away, before doing the same to your bra. As he worked, he sat down on your ass, his weight pinning you in place. While you hated being forced into such a position, you dared not move or try to buck him off while he had an ax directly above your vulnerable body. The cold against your naked flesh made you prickle with discomfort as you listened to him fiddling with something behind you.

"Alright now, lassie, I want you to put your hands behind your back." Demo spoke with a deceptively calm voice, gentler than he'd spoken to you the entire time you'd been in the woods. You shivered in the cold but nevertheless did as you were told. Though just as your arms were in place behind your back, you felt cold metal wrap around them, and the sound of handcuffs locking them into place, you instinctively tried to lurch forward.

Demo laughed out loud in amusement as he felt you wriggling beneath his weight, trying to worm your way out of this while your hands flapped pathetically against the cuffs.

"Got Em locked in place for ya. 'Bout time for a real apology from this one, wouldn't ya say?"

"What the hell does he mean by a real apology?" You wondered- wasn't that what you were doing this whole time? Arching your back as high up off the ground as possible, you tried to look Solly in the eye, "But- I just, do I need to repeat it? I'm sorry I let you guys down; I swear it won't happen again! I swear on my life! I'll say it again and again if I have to." Your voice cracked, and you continued in a much quieter, frail tone, "Isn't that enough?"

Solly merely smiled down at you, shaking his head slowly before lowering himself before you, down on one knee, his boot directly in front of your face.

"I want to see you prove it. Do you want me to believe you'll start doing as you're told? Start now. I want you to kiss my boot."

You cringed hearing this, eyeing the grime caked on his shoes with contempt, though with a sickening certainty, he was dead serious. He nudged his shoe a little closer to your face, watching you wince at the sight of them. You were so tired, and begging was beyond pointless by now. The best you could muster was a half-hearted glance up at Solly, searching for a shred of humanity yet seeing nothing but grim excitement from the man.

You lowered your head closer to his boot, trying to steel your resolve and to try and get this over with as fast as possible, though as soon as you got close enough for the tip of your nose to graze the boot's leather, you involuntarily gagged at the muddy smell, knowing you were about to put your mouth directly there.

You could feel your face heating with humiliation as you heard the two men laughing at your misery. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to go again, holding your breath to avoid enduring the smell. Shutting your eyes, you gave a light kiss to the leather as quickly as you could before pulling away again. Miraculously, you'd escaped without any dirt on your mouth, though the after-feeling the boot's leather left on your lips was revolting enough.

Taking your chin in his rough hand, he tilted your face up in his direction. Solly grumbled, "You can do better than that cadet- do it again."

Your jaw dropped; how could he still need more from you? "But you said-"

"And now I'm saying do it again!" He grasped your face a little tighter before letting go. It wasn't painful, but in such a vulnerable position, you couldn't help but yelp in pain as you anxiously looked down at the dirty boot.

You felt so broken down and humiliated you wanted to cry, but your will to escape this situation outweighed the fear. Drawing in another deep breath, you forced your head back down. Just as you were about to leave another quick kiss, you felt Solly's hand clamp down on the back of your neck, pushing your head forward and forcing you to keep your lips locked harder against his boot. You wretched at the feeling of muck on the corner of your lips through grit teeth. It hurt to keep holding your breath, but you endured anyway as Solly forced you to remain in the compromising position.

When he eventually let your neck go, your head shot up at once as you spat. No dirt entered your mouth, and you could feel it on your lips as you tried to rub it off on your shoulder. From behind, you felt Demo's hand squeeze your shoulder, "Atta, girl! I knew ya had it in ya!"

You were about to try and wriggle your shoulder out of his hold, but to your surprise, Demo climbed off your back willingly as Solly rose from his kneel in front of you. You had no idea why he did it until you heard Solly sneaking up close behind you before speaking,

"Let me look at the wound." Obviously, he was talking to himself as if you could take off your bloodied, dirt-smeared work pants. Using the same ax Demo used to separate your shirt from your body, Solly tore the denim fabric directly over your rear, forcing the waist to widen enough for him to slip them off. He struggled, trying to pull them down over your heavy-duty work boots before he pulled those off as well. Your undergarments slipped off along with your trousers, leaving you without a single remaining shred of decency.

The frigid air ran over your wound with chilly needle-like pricks, and you could tell Solly had re-opened the wound, pulling your pants off causing fresh, hot blood to spill over the crusted dry wound.

From his position on the sidelines, Demo whistled lowly, apparently impressed seeing the wound no longer obstructed by clothing. "Nice shootin! That's a deep one, alright!"

Biting down on your cheek, you felt Solly's thick fingers awkwardly prodding at the sensitive, wounded flesh. You knew better than to hope Solly had any intention of patching you up; he only stripped you down like this to appraise his work. You weren't a wounded comrade to him; you were nothing more than his prey.

Solly crouched beside you, stroking his fingers against your hip, barely grazing the wound as he growled, "You're not sneaky. You Engineers, couped up in your little nests all day, bet you love it when you get in on the action. Bet you love getting roughed up like this."

Forcing yourself to face him, you shook your head; it was pointless to try and reason with him; whatever logic he was running on now, you couldn't hope to comprehend.

He grinned, watching you continue struggling and cling to your last desperate hope of escaping. "Or do you just like the attention? You slack off to get us frustrated- it turns you on, doesn't it? I bet you've been waiting for this, waiting for someone to come and teach you a lesson."

Even with just your clothes torn off, before either of them really got their hands on you or even fully undressed, a pit of self-resentment settled in your stomach, and as you lay there with your hands cuffed behind your back and your belly in the dirt you couldn't help but blame yourself for all this. "If only you'd done your job like you were supposed to, you wouldn't be here! For God's sake, why couldn't you just do what you're told!" you mentally scolded, feeling the long-since burning shame intensifying slightly. To your disgust, you glanced at Solly as he picked up your inside-out, discarded pants, finding the area torn up by his bullet thickly saturated with blood. He held the scrap up to his nose, inhaling deeply, moaning as he exhaled and grunted with satisfaction. You recoiled, but he looked back at you, his face sickeningly amused, "You've been a fine little game to hunt- shame it all ends here."

You sobbed, "Please, you don't need to go through with this! You had your fun; I've learned my lesson; you don't need to take this any further!"

You could hear Demo chuckling behind you, "Aw, she must think the fun's already over. Poor lassie."

There wasn't enough light to make anything out, and you were too broken to look either of them in the face any longer. The two men worked like one, positioning you exactly how they wanted to take you. You could feel Demo's hands on your hips, guiding you back and positioning you to straddle his lap. His hands tickled the sides of your body as his fingers ran up and down your skin in a mocking gesture of comfort. Demo's belly brushed against your back as he held you square and in place while Solly undressed. You felt Demo grinding his hard dick against your inner thigh, his strong hands keeping you locked in place despite your instinct to pull away from the unwanted advance. As unpleasant as the contact was, you were still shivering from the cold and secretly enjoyed the fleeting sensation of his body heat against your skin before he leaned back away from you. His gut, well padded by a layer of adipose over his stocky muscles and broad frame, felt warm against your shivering body. Demo was warm, but he sure wasn't comforting.

It didn't last long; as Solly drew nearer, Demo lay back, keeping you upright on his lap. You felt Solly's fist grab you by the hair, jerking you forward without warning; the sudden pain made you tense up, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth.

Solly growled, "Consider this overtime slacker. You'd better keep up."

You could feel Solly was already turned on from the thrill of tracking you down and forcing you to degrade yourself in front of himself and Demo. And sickeningly, you realized he probably got turned on watching his friend man-handling you, his little cadet, before forcing you to stay upright and obediently in place, waiting for him to get in on the action.

Solly smirked, looking over your shoulder at Demo, "What do ya say, will you do the honors of going in first?"

It was a sick joke, knowing they were just moments away from forcing you to endure both at once. Demo laughed lazily, "Cheers, lad."

It was agonizingly slow, feeling Demo force himself inside of you. Unfortunately, you realized he was naturally well endowed, and feeling his manhood pushing inside made you cry out in pain. He was already fully erect and even slightly lubed by a bit of spit he crudely coated his shaft with, though it hardly made any of this easier on your end. You weren't turned on and could focus on nothing but the awful burning stretch of Demo splitting you open.

Solly had the grace to wait for his co-conspirator to fully situate himself inside before he joined in. You felt Demo's bruising hold on your thighs, forcefully rocking you forward as he started thrusting up. The entire time Demo worked on you from below, Solly had your hair in his fist, using it to jerk your head up to look at him, forcing you to give him your full attention again.

Solly growled, "Use your teeth, and you're dead; I mean it. Unless you want me to force it up your ass, you better behave, got it?"

You forced yourself to nod, trying to push down the nauseating disgust. As Solly shuffled forward a little bit, you trembled with fear, and you were almost too scared to move when you felt his head prod against your mouth.

This hesitance resulted in another harsh tug against your head. "Open up. Now."

It was a simple command, but one you weren't sure you were strong enough to carry out. But with Solly's threat ringing in the back of your mind, you forced yourself to comply, trying not to jerk away or give him any further reason to punish you.

The Demo had slowed down a little, though he kept himself painfully deep inside as he wanted to get a good look as his friend continued to violate you. Clearly getting off on your suffering as he throbbed watching all this unfold.

The feeling of both inside made you sick to your core, but you tried as hard as possible to close your eyes and think of anything but where you were now as the two began moving in earnest. You could hear Demo grunting with exertion and arousal as he picked up his pace, forcing you to ride his lap while he chased his climax. The pain of struggling to breathe with Solly's cock in your mouth made you gag, your tongue awkwardly writhing against him with uncoordinated movements. It would have been a blessing to feel his precum beginning to dribble down your throat if it wasn't so vile.

Just as he was about to burst, you felt Solly retracting quickly, keeping your head in place with his fist in your hair and your face up, looking up at him. You coughed and wheezed as you forced full gulps of air into your lungs before you were caught by surprise when you felt him shooting his seed directly onto your face. The gunk landed in the center of your face, leaking down over your mouth and chin. The foul stuff falling in thick droplets down your chin and neck. Unfortunately, you accidentally inhaled a rogue splatter of semen in the process, the feeling of the warm, sticky residue making you wretch loudly despite the small amount.

In the moment, you weren't even sure you felt human anymore. You were so beaten down by the past few hours psychologically and physically that you felt hollow and numb inside. Likely, it would be a while before the terror and disgust truly set in, but right now, you were nothing but a warm body, a scrap of meat. Chewed up and spat back out by a couple of predators.

At some point, Demo pulled out after keeping himself buried inside you long after he climaxed, enjoying the feeling of your warm body stretched around his sensitive cock. But you had no idea how long that was, and it wasn't until you felt Demo carefully shuck you off his lap to get back on his feet and redress that you realized he'd already come.

You weren't even relieved when they eventually let go, feeling the cold ground below your bare skin as you waited motionless, watching the two pull their clothes back on with dull, vacant eyes. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you didn't even feel yourself crying; you were too tired, practically dead to the world. As you pouted, you felt as impotent as a child, waiting for your guardian to take you back home and let you rest. But the men before you were no guardians, and you had no idea how long it would be until you returned to your own bed.

"You did better than I thought, cadet. I always knew you were holding out on us." Now fully dressed, Solly appeared to take a moment to appraise you honestly, scanning you up and down, mentally evaluating how serious your wounds would become in the morning."What'd you think, Demo? Has she earned a lift back home yet?"

Your head throbbed, and your vision spun too much to focus clearly on Demo's face, though even you could see the cold-hearted smile as he held his chin in his fist, pretending to ponder the question to further draw out your suffering. By now, your mind had already begun to shut itself down in the name of self-preservation.

You looked up, seeing two men you recognized but who you would never see as comrades, much less friends, again. You didn't feel like an Engineer anymore, or even human. You felt like nothing more than slaughtered prey in the den of a predator. Cruelly left alive to bleed out with no idea what would come next.

"Ah, I suppose she's earned it. We ought to let her off easy for such good behavior."

His eyes shined with excitement as he regarded the pitiful state you'd been reduced to with pride as he continued, "But, the night is still so young. It'd be a shame to bring her home right away, wouldn't ya say?"

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ITS HERE AT LAST

ODDITIES AND CURIOSITIES

3K+ words, no beta read, vague intimacy, it's not smut but nik be stroking readers face, reader is scared and hostage + sees people die, mention of cigarettes and alcohol, general party atmosphere, ect.

The brisk cold of the night caressed your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine as goosebumps emerged. As you closed the car door, the cold wind enveloped you, carrying with it the sharp scent of alcohol, mingling with heavy fragrances and the hint of sweat that tainted the crisp forest air surrounding the abandoned building.

You passed by a group of smokers at the entrance, their exhaled puffs left a trail of smoke, burning in your lungs as you inhaled.

Stepping into the scene, your eyes were bombarded by an array of flashing lights, each oversaturated color burning into your iris. Simultaneously, the pounding electronic music assaulted your ears. The sound waves moving throughout your body seemed to bump in sync with your pulse and the vibrant hues surrounding you.

The cluster of bodies shoved you involuntarily across the room. A sharp gasp escaped as you unexpectedly tripped over an unseen obstacle—a stray leg. Falling brought on the threat of being trampled, the realization made your muscles tense, bracing for the collision with the concrete floor. However, when the anticipated impact failed to materialize, a sense of weightlessness replaced the expectation of pain.

Cold, calloused hands grabbed hold of your waist, yanking you from suspension, meeting the chest connected to the same hands. Startled, your neck snapped to look at him—the captivating blue ring encircling his pupils held your gaze. Enchanted, you hadn't noticed him guiding you to the rhythm, the pulsating vibrations from the music coursing through the floor, compelling your feet to instinctively mirror his every move.

Your bodies seamlessly melded, his hands guiding your hips into alignment. His expert moves contrasted with your inexperienced dancing, struggling to match his pace. Glancing over your shoulder, you were captivated by his beauty, your steps lagging behind as he effortlessly led the dance.

A fleeting glance, and he swiftly spun you to face him. Your heart momentarily faltered as did you, but the man before you seamlessly continued his suave motion. His eyes traveled your body, and you witnessed a subtle lick of his lips. Lustful eyes closed, chest rising with a deep inhale through his nose.

Abruptly, his demeanor shifted into a grimace; brows furrowing, teeth clenched, and a brief, intense glare directed at you. Hissing as he turned his head to the side, the muscles in his neck popping out with the tension, he cast one final glance before releasing you and seamlessly navigating through the crowd. Confusion etched across your face as you grappled to comprehend what had unsettled him. His name remained a mystery, leaving you with unanswered questions.

Glancing over the bustling crowd, you sighed, looking back to where he had disappeared. Navigating through the intoxicated crowd proved challenging as you aimed for the rows of coolers stocked with drinks. Eventually, the struggle led you to a seat, allowing your weary legs a moment of respite amid the chaos.

As you settled into your seat, the rhythm of the music mingles with the sound of laughter and conversation. Neon lights danced across the dimly lit room, casting shifting shadows that played upon faces. The scent of sweat and alcohol hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the faint smell of cigarettes and perfume.

Taking a sip from your drink, the cool liquid provided relief from the heat of the crowded room. From your vantage point, you observed the mix of characters: groups of friends engaged in conversation, couples swaying to the music, and lone souls lost in their own thoughts. Amidst it all, you couldn't shake the memory of the stranger who had briefly whisked you away, leaving behind a lingering sense of curiosity.

As you took a sip from your drink, a grimace formed on your face as an unfamiliar scent invaded your nostrils, prompting you to sniff the air inquisitively. The odor grew stronger, unsettling, as you watched others around you begin to cough, the frequency increasing with each passing moment. Concerned, you glanced upward, only to be met with a disquieting sight—a haze of smoke billowing through the room, obscuring the once vibrant atmosphere.

You shot up from your seat, panic rising within you as you scanned the room for an exit. Frantically, you sought a path to safety, but your hopes were dashed as you observed mobs of bodies pressing against every available door, none yielding to their desperate attempts.

Panic surged through you like a tidal wave, your mind racing as you grappled with the horrifying realization that there must be a fire raging somewhere within the building. Amidst the chaos, a nagging concern clawed at your thoughts—is your stranger safe?

The smoke seared your lungs, triggering a fit of coughing that wracked your body, mirroring the distress of those around you. With wide eyes, you scanned the room, desperate for any sign of a possible escape route. Your heart dropped as you witnessed the sight of bodies succumbing to the toxic fumes, dropping one by one.

The thickening smoke obscured your vision, casting a veil over the once familiar surroundings. Sounds of coughing and gasping echoed through the room, along with the frantic shuffling of feet as people attempted to navigate the suffocating fog. With each labored breath, the smoke seared your lungs, leaving you gasping for air. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon you, your limbs growing heavy and sluggish as you fought to remain upright. Faintness crept in at the edges of your vision, threatening to pull you into unconsciousness.

As the smoke enveloped you, a numbness began to spread throughout your body as the smoke spread through the room.

Spinning in a disoriented frenzy, your eyes darted from one seemingly lifeless form to another. As your vision began to blur and the world tilted on its axis, the overwhelming urge to surrender to unconsciousness grew.

But then, amidst the haze, you saw him—a familiar silhouette adorned in distinct attire. Despite the gas mask obscuring his features, a glimmer of recognition sparked within you. Confusion swirled in your mind as questions tumbled forth, was he going to save you?

With glossed-over eyes, you stared at him,. Before you could comprehend his intentions, his hands closed around your elbows, and like a switch being flicked, consciousness slipped away.

As you slowly came to, the first sense to return was your hearing. Groans and weak sniffling, reminiscent of weak sobs filled the air, accompanied by the steady whirring of a nearby machine. Sounds of distress, occasional whispers of "no," "please," and "god" drifted into your awareness, each word laden with desperation and fear. Your eyes flickered open as you struggled to piece together the fragments of your surroundings.

Blinking a few times to clear the haze from your vision, you observed the scene before you. Pale figures moved about the room with an eerie nonchalance, their actions methodical as they dragged limp bodies from the piles nearby. Despite the weak whimpers and futile pleas from the victims, their cries falling on deaf ears.

Your gaze shifted, drawn to another figure—a man bound and helpless near the machine. Following the trail of a clear tube, your eyes widened in shock as you witnessed a dark liquid being drawn from his thighs, disappearing into the tool with a deafening hum. A sickening realization washed over you, chilling you to the bone as you struggled to comprehend the horrifying purpose of the machine.

With a helpless eye, you watched as the man's feeble attempts to break free from his restraints faltered, his struggles growing weaker with each passing moment. The effects of the blood loss became painfully evident as his complexion paled before your eyes, the life draining from him with alarming speed. Despite his efforts to resist, his fight gradually waned until he lay still, his heart unable to fight any longer.

You whimpered as you attempted to sit up, a weak attempt to escape.

“Shhh… sh sh sh sh…”

Your blood ran cold as you heard a voice directly next to you, an equally cold hand trailing up the curve of your back leaving shivers in its wake.

“Don't fight little one… just calm…”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you muster the courage to turn and face your captor. As your eyes meet his, they widen in disbelief. In the dim illumination of the flickering firelight that traveled from a few bins, his sharp features become more distinct, you realize that it's the same stranger from earlier.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed up at him with tearful eyes, still lying on your front, your head heavy with exhaustion, too overwhelmed to lift. He recognized the emotion in your eyes all too well, betrayal.

He regarded you with a mixture of pity and amusement, noting how easily emotions played across your face. It was almost pathetic to him.. how little humans could control their expressions. A cautious hand reached to caress your cheek.

“That look… I love that look…” He whispered.

His thumb gently wiped a fallen tear, lifting the digit to his mouth to suck on the salty drop.

You observed him inhale once more, the close proximity allowing you to discern the dilation of his pupils, enough to leave only a thin ring of blue.

As he leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, a sense of dread enveloped you. Despite the overwhelming fear coursing through your veins, you couldn't deny the unsettling allure he exuded. With a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke again, his words sending a chill down your spine.

"You're odd," he murmured, his tone laced with both intrigue and apprehension. "I can't quite place it, but I can smell it on you, inside you.."

Your mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation you found yourself in. Trapped, vulnerable, and at the mercy of this stranger who seemed to oscillate between tenderness and malice.

A surge of adrenaline pulsed through you as you summoned the courage to speak, your voice trembling but determined.

"Who are you?" you managed to choke out, your words barely audible above the hum of the machine and the distant sounds of distress. His lips curled into a faint smirk, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Nikolai," he replied simply, his fingers tracing patterns along your back. “Your turn..”

In the moment, you weighed your options, ultimately deciding that disclosing your name was the best course of action.

“Mm, fitting..”

With startling swiftness, he leaned over you, his movements almost inhuman in their speed. In the blink of an eye, he was beside you, effortlessly maneuvering you onto your back by your shoulder.

Slowly, he bent at the hip, his hands coming to rest by the sides of your head as he leaned closer to you. His wide, unblinking eyes held an unnerving intensity, predatory in gaze. With his mouth agape, he exhaled shakily, his cold breath brushed against your face.

In your peripheral vision, you noticed his fingers twitching slightly as he inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes momentarily rolling back into his head.

He rose swiftly, executing a sharp spin to turn away from you, his long braid swinging with the force of his erratic movement.

He exchanged words with one of the other individuals who remained awake, the one responsible for hooking people up to the machines. Though too far away to discern the conversation, his fleeting glance in your direction filled you with dread. The realization dawned on you: you were likely next in line to be drained.

As he turned away, the sound of his boots tapping against the floor echoed in the tense silence of the room. The firelight didn't reach the dark hallway he walked down, allowing him to become nothing but a silhouette.

With each passing second, the feeling of dread intensified, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest as you grappled with the terrifying reality of your predicament. The air felt thick with apprehension, every nerve in your body on edge as you braced yourself for what was to come.

Your heart skipped a beat as the sound of the machine abruptly ceased, plunging the room into an eerie silence. Your gaze flickered to the drained man, his pallor shockingly stark against the dimly lit surroundings. Every trace of life had been drained from him, leaving behind a ghostly shell, devoid of vitality.

Two other figures materialized from the shadows, their movements eerily synchronized as they approached the drained man's limp form. With a chilling efficiency, they grasped his lifeless body, his head lolling limply with their movements, and began to drag him away to join the pile of other pale, lost souls, disappearing from view as quickly as they had appeared.

“Your heart races, little rabbit…”

As your breaths labored, a hitch caught in your chest. With a sudden jerk of your head, you turned to see Nikolai. He prowled around the improvised stretcher you were anchored to, his eyes holding the same predatory gaze.

“What makes you so fearful? Hm?” His voice, pitched a few tones higher, resonated with a mocking lilt as he hummed his inquiry, his head cocked curiously to the side.

You struggled to maintain eye contact with him, grappling with the fear that consumed you and the feeble attempts to appear stronger than you were.

“Ah, don't be frightened. Fear looks so unbecoming on such a delicate little thing.”

Your quivering lip betrays your attempt at keeping your composure, succumbing to fear instead of the instinct to intimidate him back. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision, and you feel fear grip you as your chest constricts itself.

“Please, just let me leave. I won't tell anyone what I saw, I promise.”

Your voice quivers in tandem with your shaking lips, each word escaping breathlessly, uneven. The trembling of your breath mirrors the tremors coursing through your body, your chest heaving with each shallow inhalation.

Nikolai's lips lifted ever so subtly, a blend of adoration and amusement flickering in his gaze. Elegantly, he lifted his hand to tenderly caress your cheek, his knuckles delicately brushing against your tear-stained skin, trailing down to your quivering lips. With a gentle tug, his thumb revealed the veins of your gums, his gaze intensifying as a hint of interest mingled with desire.

"Promises are such fragile things, easily broken by the whisper of temptation. And oh, how tempting you are…”

Like a switch flipped, his seemingly gentle demeanor shifted in an instant. With terrifying swiftness, he withdrew himself from your space, a palpable aura of seriousness replacing the calm.

“Do you truly believe you're the first to beg for mercy?”

His gaze, once teasing and tender, now hardened into a glare tinged with a hint of anger, his eyes widened like those of a wild animal, devoid of human subtlety, lacking the typical furrowed brow but radiating a primal intensity.

“You're not, and you won't be the last.” He spoke plainly, monotone.

Despite no longer being restrained, you remained lying on your back, immobilized by a primal instinct to freeze. With neither fight nor flight yielding results, your body instinctively opted for stillness, a desperate attempt to evade the looming threat.

A flicker of confusion danced across Nikolai's face as he observed your lack of response, his gaze probing for any hint of reaction from you. He stalked forward, tilting his head as his eyes met yours. This time, you held his stare unwaveringly, your body had forsaken you to sit pretty and wait for death. A toothy smirk graced his lips, his fangs peeking out the sides.

"The prey resigns itself to its fate. How boring… but curious.." He trails off, a hint of interest in his tone.

He lifted his nimble fingers, scratching his nail down your jawline just enough to leave your skin irritated and red, but not enough to make you wince. As he reached your chin, he brought his thumb to swipe across your lip that shook violently with your chattering jaw.

Just as he seemed poised to speak again, another voice interjected.

"Enough! We don't have time for this, Nikolai. One of them got away, they'll be alerting authorities soon, we have to leave. Drain her and let's move on.”

Nikolai turned, a look of annoyance grimacing his features.

“No no, I think I want to play with this one a bit more… we'll take her with us.” His voice was sultry as it was intimidating.

“Apologies little one, you'll have to sleep a bit longer…”

That was the last thing you heard before an oxygen mask was placed over your face, forcing you to breathe in the intoxicating chemicals. You fought against it, but soon your eyes forced themselves closed, allowing you to feel your limp body being lifted off the metal.

You shivered as the temperature within you plummeted, contrasting with the warmth of the firelight. Despite the heated atmosphere, you felt your nerves begin to feel like a grainy tv screen at the oncoming numbness, which was alleviated only by the pain in your neck—your lifeforce surrendered to the vampire. Each lap of his tongue against the wound, a forbidden ecstasy, punctuated by guttural gulps as he drank your essence. His demeanor bordered on feral, growling and twitching like a starved beast.

With each pulse of your blood, moments lingered in the stillness. His consumption is punctuated by ragged breaths, despite the unneed to breathe. He withdrew from your artery after taking notice of your body's cue, the shallow of your breath, the speeding cadence of your heart, and the paling, chilled skin rivaled only by his own.

As he withdrew, a haunting stillness settled over the chamber. In the flickering firelight, shadows danced upon his pronounced features, casting light upon his face, now blushed with your blood. The rosy tint was not purely a visual change; he felt the pulsating warmth coursing through him. Every heartbeat, every surge of life that originated from your veins, warmed his cold body. The heat of your blood became a living caress.

Silence lingered, pregnant with the weight of unspoken desires. His feral demeanor softened, replaced by a contemplative gaze that hinted at centuries of existence. As you lay there, the vampire's voice, resonant and velvety, pierced the quiet.

“You taste different from the others…” Nikolai's words, almost a question rather than a statement, a revelation. From the beginning, he had noticed an oddity with you, a nuance that set you apart. It was this oddity that guided his fangs directly to your neck, unable to wait for the others to drain you dry.

Nikolai confessed to the uniqueness he had sensed in you. A scent, an intoxicating aroma, had wafted from underneath your skin. As his fangs pierced your neck, it wasn't merely a physical need that drove him, but an insatiable craving for the flavor that danced within your essence.

He stared you down, his gaze flickering around your face and body as he inhaled your scent deeply once more. His pupils made his eyes appear almost completely black, only a small ring of blue visible to you with the close proximity. He guided his hand to the side of your neck, his thumb pushing your jawline up as he admired the crimson dripping from the punctures.

Heavy eyelids try to succumb to the combined effects of the gas and the loss of blood, coaxing your body to rest and recover. Each blink became a strenuous effort, it was exhausting just to reopen your eyes. Yet, with each strained effort to lift the veil of fatigue, your gaze persisted, meeting his, full of vulnerability and resilience.

Without clear reason, you wanted to show your strength, to prove your worthiness to him. Worthy of what, you weren't sure. Whether fueled by delirium or the ambiguity of your state, the only certainty that anchored you was the persistent thread of curiosity that connected your gaze to his.

In the windows where a soul should be, a faint trace lingers, revealing a shadow of the one who once was. A vampire, forbidden the warmth of a soul yet touched by a distant, delicate presence. As your eyes meet, you contemplate if the faint trace of a soul in his eyes is merely a reflection of your own.

#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #nikolai x reader #neil newbon nikolai #nikolai beyond the rave

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Vampire!Tim and the Joker

I wanted to expand on the more limited breakouts from Arkham when Tim patrols alone, specifically regarding the Joker. I was asked if the Joker is scared of Tim just like many other villains and while I could just say " yes", I don't think that would bring justice to either characters. Tim is a feral little shit in this AU idea of mine, but he is still calculating and is not afraid to manipulate people for his own means. And the Joker while human and could be scared, in my opinion emotions come vastly different to him and by no means would he actually be afraid of a child. Even if it's a supernatural one. He might just find his enjoyment in it.

So, no, the Joker does not necessarily fear Tim. The Joker was interested and kidnapped a young boy to taunt Batman, fully ready to torture the man through transforming and inevitably kill another boy he came to care for. He did hear of the whispers in the alleyways of the night about the Robin who at times hardly seemed like a hero. At first the Joker just wanted to watch, but then Tim hurt goons of him and while he never cared for the mindless followers, it was a hit against his ego he couldn't let go. A hurt pride and a fair bit of insanity made him decide to take the birdie away and start a little play with him.

The Joker wished to coax that villain out of the child until he would stop trying to put up a front. He wanted Batman to finally open his eyes and BREAK.

Tim is trapped for days with no access to blood and gets tortured by the Joker. The man disgraces Jason with his words when Tim after days of electric shocks and Joker Venom loses his control and breaks free.

He brutally beats the Joker to the ground, pinning him there when a bunch of goons sprint inside the warehouse. His lips curl back into a snarl as he whips his head around. At the sight of his vicious grimace their hearts thrum loudly inside their chests, enough to catch the attention of Tim. Starved for days his fangs elongate and his eyes can only focus on them. If they thought he was a beast already, it was nothing in comparison when Tim crushes the Jokers ankle under his wrist and jumps away from the man. He is so hungry. Tim is put in a mindless haze similarly to a creature who fights to survive. All that is on his mind is to survive no matter the cost. He sprints across, evading the bullets that one fires and launches himself at said target. The man screams in fright as Tim's limbs tightly wrap around the larger frame, but his voice soon gives out when his teeth plunge into the vulnerable neck.

Tim is too hungry to do his usual neat drinking, instead he tears open the man's jugular and lapses from the wound. He is uncaring as the man gasps for breath and collapses under the weight of Tim. Only when the heart stills, does Tim tear his face away from the corpse looking around and wiping across his mouth. Blood smears all across his face as more trickles down his neck. Already his eyes have regained some of it's colour.

"M-monster!" One screams, stumbling back over his own feet.

Licking the blood from his lips Tim stands up, disregarding the corpse at his feet and slowly creeps forward to the remaining two. His hunger has been satiated, yet this is not part of his plans. They are not needed and they saw too much. His system isn't in place yet. As such they need to be wiped off from the face of earth. Sighing, as if they are such a nuisance, Tim springs back into action. They stand no chance as he attacks them with a speed they don't expect and they bleed out.

Finally having taken care of the unnecessary people, Tim turns and watches the Joker who crawled across the ground while Tim drank from the man's goons. It seems as if he didn't even care enough to watch. Tim does not know if he should be glad about that. With strength returned to his body he strides towards the man and stabs a knife into the Jokers unbruised ankle to stop him from moving. A grunt of pain escapes his lips. Tim flips his body to face him, presses the hands together over his head and pulling out another knife from the man's jacket stabs it through the limbs. At last he leans down, close enough to make the villain uncomfortable with the lack of personal space and sniffs. Tim scrunches his nose in disgust when he smells the blood. The life source that he should always find alluring, reeks of chemicals that diluted the blood into a black mass and makes him audible gag.

"Clown, time to make a deal."

His voice is shaky and rough from the constant torment the last few days, an effect that will haunt him forever no matter the passing years. Nevertheless he remains steady, looking down at the unshaken clown that grins up at him.

They both know that while this Robin does not shy away from a bloodbath, this vengeance will not bring back what once was last already. Even when Tim's own blood sings for the death of the villain, this is not his revenge. Not his life to take. An oath lies over the clown that restricts Tim from killing the man even when he is at his mercy now. And while it disgusts him, Tim can still use the man to his liking until he wishes to die.

If he were to wish, to beg him for death, the oath of vengeance sealed by the blood of Jason evaporates and Tim can rightfully do as he wishes.

Tim wished for the longest time that the Joker would have begged him for death that night. He did none. A deal was struck between them and sealed in blood. None that the villain can ever break without severe consequences.

That night Batman came to safe his Robin, late, and found a close to death Joker and a traumatised boy standing with a gun over the man. It was blamed on the Joker Venom. For the longest time Bruce wanted to be rid of Tim as he was deemed unstable and while that is true, it was never because of the Joker Venom.

They deemed it a miracle that Tim never suffered at the hands of the clown again, only the two knowing better.

#tim drake as a vampire #dark tim #feral tim drake #the joker #casual deals with villains lead to some self perversion

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Hiii! I wanted to ask about Thatch, Sanji, and Killer with Nyotaimori, body painting, and service kink? Thank you so much! I love all of these fun combinations of characters and kinks

Oh I have been looking forward to this once since I first saw it in my notices <3

And yes! Yes - I am enjoying all these combinations as well ^_^ It has been educating, entertaining, and Fun! (and everyone's been good too, so no one's wandered in harshed someone's mellow.)

Alright, for those - like me - who didn't recognize the term - Nyotaimori is the act of eating sushi off someone's naked body. I remember seeing it once in a movie some many years ago (probably when I was too young to be watching said movie, honestly XD ) and today I learned what it was called \o/

Alright, let's get cooking with some cooks from the Grandline and see how much or how little, they like to play with food (and with their food) in the "bedroom" <3

Thatch:

Nyotaimori - FUCK Yes - This man spends months perfecting making sushi once you suggest this activity. It wasn't a specialty of his before hand, but it's about to be by the time all is said and done. The main event is hardly even the actual main event. The time spent before hand kind of steals the spotlight. Thatch insists on matching the subtle and gentle flavors of the sushi assortment to your taste, this smooth bastard. If he's not in the kitchen, or on duty and dealing with work, he's kissing, licking, and eating you out, and he's always talking about flavor combinations.

the day of the main event he's picked out specific soap and shampoo for you and arranges everything on you just so. It's not overly artistic in appearance, but the taste and scent combination is almost perfect. Of course he shares, but about halfway through there's garnish and sushi on the floor and you're in his bed.

Body Painting - Yes - Just a little less enthused for this than the Nyotaimori. Edible body painting is fairly restrictive - bright colors often come with strong flavors, and finding harmony and balance is a little difficult. Thatch isn't much of an artist either, his cooking is almost completely functional - nutritional and efficient. I mean, neither Pops nor his boys are concerned about a dressed plate - they're barely concerned about dressing themselves the open-shirt heathens.

But the evening turns into more of a matter of the two of you, uh, finger painting one another, and it doesn't take long for it to turn into a messy romp of moans and pleasure. Culminating in giggles and laughter as you're trying to figure out how to make it to the bath in your body-paint slathered state.

Service Kink - Sure - Thatch is more than happy to serve you. He'll ham it up and put on a terrible french accent, and talk all fancy pants about the sauces and ingredients in the dishes he brings you. He'll rub your shoulders, and your feet and grin like a dork the entire time.

The blush on his face is worth everything when you serve him a few days later. You wax poetically (and probably incorrectly) about the dishes you did your best to make, and rub his shoulders while whispering praises into his very red ears.

Sanji:

Nyotaimori - FUCK Yes - You almost laugh. Almost. But walking into the private room set aside for your date night, you see Sanji covered in well-prepared sushi, and completely naked - save for a tie. You should've seen it coming, Sanji feeds people, he doesn't often get fed. You happily let him walk you through the process, eating in the order he suggestion. His voice cracks the first time you lean down and eat straight from his body, instead of using chopsticks to pick up the item first. That adorable red face continues to walk you through the meal.

We'll say that he certainly, uh, rises to the occasion and by the end of your meal he obliges your request that he fill the role of dessert.

Body Painting - Sure - It's not the most efficient use of food, and the waste associated with it does dampen some of Sanji's usual energy. An artist in a few different ways, painting wasn't ever a really strong suit for him (plate service, dancing, and instruments like piano and guitar are his creative outlets in my head canons). He quickly catches on that the quality of the artwork is hardly the concern, and his favorite part of the whole thing were the arrows and instructions you painted on yourself.

Service Kink - Oh god you totally saw this coming - SANJI?! With a Service Kink? None of us - okay, okay, we all saw it coming. He excels at it, and he really enjoys lavishing you with service and attention without having to worry or consider anyone else.

When you flip the tables on him (heh), he actually needs a few minutes. So completely overwhelmed by the gesture you nearly end up scraping the session. Sanji doesn't receive service, he gives it, and it took a good twenty minutes to get the emotional tangle sorted out. You're just glad he's open with you enough that he didn't try to play off being overwhelmed.

In the end he rated you 13/10 - would recommend to everyone except Zoro. The marimo simply wouldn't appreciate your amazing-ness.

Killer:

Nyotaimori - Yes - Killer has a little bit of a panic moment with this - he's not a sushi chef. He's barely a chef chef. He's a hobby chef with a focus on pasta and years of experimenting to make him a decent ship's cook that's efficient and effective enough to keep a bunch of rough necks fed and free of scurvy. He makes DELICIOUS food, don't get me wrong, but there's no formal training anywhere in his past.

In the end, everything turns out fine. There's an extra layer added, since you requested to be blindfolded for it. There was just something embarrassing about laying there without moving, but the blindfold might have been a bad idea, because Killer is hard to detect when you're looking right at him. The light touches as he enjoyed his meal turned into the final touches before he enjoyed his dessert >.>

Body Painting - FUCK Yes - Surprisingly artistic, Killer rarely has a chance to create artistically - he's just too busy. Painting flowers on you, licking his "mistakes" away, (edible paints, of course), accidentally smearing places to fix them over and over, teasing you with the softest flicks of the brushes, you both revel in the quiet intimacy of it.

I sense this morphing into like, suspension shibari + painting, at some point. Decorative knots enhanced by scenes painted on your skin. (whew).

Service Kink - You could imagine the look on Killer's face at this suggestion without even having to see his face. But, there's no letting the overworked and underappreciated second in command even consider serving you. The whole night was about serving Killer. You coordinated the crew for the day, had others take care of the meals, and moved the blonde hunk from one venue to the next to relax. A long hot bath, shoulder and neck rubs several times throughout the day, brushed out his hair a few times. Fed him snacks and pampered him. He fell asleep a couple times and you just made sure he didn't stay in an uncomfortable position for long when that happened.

Oh god he didn't even know.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

#kinky one piece head canon #one piece thatch #black leg sanji #killer one piece #x reader #thatch x reader #sanji x reader #killer x reader

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Alcina flirts with Y/N but is already in a committed relationship angst part 3 Minors DNI 18+

Here’s the end of this series. Let’s see how Alcina reacts to seeing Y/N again. This one is also very dark and Y/N is not a good person.

CW/TW: Derogatory language, explicit sexual content, character death, and Y/N using people just to get what they want.

“Hello.” You say. Your smile is rather predatory as Alcina stares at you in complete shock. This had turned out to be an even more delicious turn of events for you. Alcina knows that you saw her climax. You hope that she is forever haunted by this moment. Every time she tries to be intimate with anyone… You want her to see your face. Even if she killed you right now… It won’t change what happened.

Alcina doesn’t even know what to think. You’re supposed to be dead! She had tasked Cassandra with this job personally. Her middle daughter had never disobeyed her before… The knowledge of you seeing her at her most vulnerable made her feel… Sick.

The hateful, naked hussy at Alcina’s feet looks at you as her jaw drops… Wow, she has a nice rack. No wonder Alcina likes her.

“So… Room for one more?” You perk up an eyebrow questioningly.

The indignant squeal that tears itself out of the head maid as she frantically tries to cover herself almost makes you bust out laughing. Almost.

However, instead of a complete suicide mission, there may be another way to play this situation. Your brain quickly analyzes the scene before you and comes up with something absolutely dastardly. You’d need to layer some acting into this if your new plan was going to work, though. Yes… It’s all coming together. You would seduce the both of them. Somehow… This was going to be your own special way to gain power over the giantess.

Alcina is completely frozen in astonishment. Now’s your chance.

Alcina is clearly perverted in the way she derives pleasure. The thought of her sending you to your death got her off, after all. Maybe she’s kinky in other ways? What’s the worst that could happen? She kills you? Who cares?

You slowly, but confidently, make your way over to the head maid. Without warning, you cup her face with your hands and kiss her right on the lips.

The head maid tries to fight you off, but after a few moments, Alcina, surprisingly, comes over to gently hold her lover’s hands by her side. Alcina’s… Enjoying it. This is good. It would have been funny to see her get pissed too, but this is even better in your opinion.

Fuck. What a damn degenerate this vampire is. Who would have known she is into cuckolding? You were right about her being on the kinky side. If you had any shred of respect left for her, it would have been wiped out by this.

The maid whimpers and you shove your tongue in her mouth at the sudden opportunity. Her alarmed noises begin to shift into pleased mewls. She likes this also. She’s an idiot just like her girlfriend.

You begin to rub your thumbs against the head maid’s nipples. They become hard at your touch.

You can hear the sound of Alcina panting like a dog in heat. She quickly slips two fingers into her pussy, moaning as she looks at you pleasuring the head maid. Something about how entitled you seem while you fondle her lover both infuriates Alcina and turns her on more than anything has in a long time. It’s tortuous.

You kiss your way down to this slut’s shaved sex and begin licking along her slit.

A shrill whine makes its way out of the head maid’s mouth and it takes all your strength not to roll your eyes. Everything about her is grating and annoying. You finally penetrate her pussy and begin fucking her with your tongue. In just under a minute, it seems her walls are already clenching around your appendage as she gets closer to coming. THIS is how you eat someone out. She should really be taking notes. She did not do a good job on Alcina earlier.

As quickly as it feels like you’ve started, the head maid throws her head back and cries out as she experiences one of the most powerful orgasms she’s ever had.

Alcina thrusts into her own love canal a few more times before she also comes. This scenario really got her going.

In your head, you are laughing your ass off. Are these people for real? Whatever. One down, one to go.

You slowly stand up from where you’re crouching and wipe your mouth of the head maid’s juices. Damn, she really did come hard.

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You look over at Alcina with seemingly insatiable (But actually expertly mimicked) lust on your face. She blushes from the intensity of your stare. (Maybe you should have become an actor? This is way too easy.)

You urge her to get closer as you make a come hither motion with your fingers.

Alcina is used to being in charge, but after seeing how skillfully you were able to bring her lover to climax (And her indirectly) makes her want you to take the reins. There’s just something about you that she can’t figure out and it intrigues her. Maybe it was good Cassandra didn’t kill you after all. After shaking her head of those thoughts, Alcina makes her way over to you.

You grin and point towards the ground. You want her on her knees.

Alcina’s face flushes, but she does as you command.

Now that Alcina is at face level, you grab her head roughly and begin making out with her.

Alcina moans at your skillful kissing. You really are very talented, she muses.

You reach down between her legs and shove two fingers in her pussy without warning.

Alcina whimpers at the sudden intrusion. She’s still so wet from the first time she came.

You begin thrusting in and out before you add a third finger.

Alcina keens in pleasure and tries to meet your thrusts by bucking her hips in time with them.

You look behind Alcina and beckon the head maid over also.

She quickly does as you wordlessly instruct and you point at the ground again, wanting her to kneel as well.

The head maid whines in need before doing what you want.

Now, you’ve shoved your fingers into her as well. You are internally beaming. Fucking these two harlots like trash you will soon throw away is the best revenge you can think of, but doing them both at the same time? This is too good.

Finally, they both begin clenching around your fingers and you pick up the pace of your thrusting.

Alcina and the head maid cry out at around the same time and come in ecstasy.

After she has caught her breath again, Alcina begins placing thankful kisses on your cheek and neck. Her lover sees this and begins to do the same. The head maid is so pathetic, if Alcina said the sky was red she would write a whole fucking essay agreeing with her.

Before you decide to hit the road, with the satisfaction of having conquered your new mortal enemy, something happens.

The door bursts open and Cassandra swarms in. She followed your scent to this room after she couldn’t find you and heard the sexual acts going on. She is livid. She takes in the sight of her naked mother and lover kissing you and immediately roars in outrage. “Y/N is MINE! ONLY MINE!”

Damn. You’d forgotten about her.

Cassandra brandishes her sickle and starts hacking away at the head maid.

Alcina’s lover shrieks in pain as blood splatters everywhere.

Alcina is completely dumbfounded for a moment before she unsheathes her claws. “What the hell are you doing, daughter?!” She screams before slashing at the brunette.

Cassandra takes severe damage from Alcina’s attack, but is able to get in one final blow by cutting the head maids throat.

The shrieking of Alcina’s hussy is cut off by a sick gurgling sound. She drops to the floor and chokes on her own blood before she goes limp, dead.

Alcina lets out a mournful gasp as she takes in what happened.

You, on the other hand, are eating this up.

Alcina yells out in sorrow as she turns to Cassandra who is now on the floor, writhing from Alcina’s earlier attack. “You’ve ruined EVERYTHING!” She cries as angry tears roll down her cheeks.

Alcina rears back and shoves her claws directly through Cassandra’s undead heart. Her rage is uncontrollable at this point.

Cassandra’s body shudders before she turns her head to look at you. “I… Love you… Y/N.” She gasps and reaches her hand out to you.

You give her an unimpressed look before muttering. “You misguided fool.” You say, shaking your head.

Cassandra’s eyes hold hurt and betrayal as she breathes her last. What an embarrassing way to go out.

Alcina is silent for a minute as she processes what she’s just done. She then screams in self-hatred and looks at her dead lover and daughter. Her life is truly in tatters now.

Mission accomplished.

As Alcina brings a hand to her mouth and weeps, you chuckle softly and make your exit. You have an entirely new lease on life. You can go wherever you want now. Things couldn’t have worked out better, in your mind. Too bad Cassandra was collateral damage. You wouldn’t have minded fucking her one last time.

You turn and take one last mental picture of the total anguish on Alcina’s face.

That’ll teach her to mess with you.

Note: Holy shit. Even darker than the last one. Y/N is pure evil in this. Alcina and that maid had it coming a little bit, but poor Cass T^T She just got caught up in things. I hope you enjoyed this. Y/N as a villain is really fun for me.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #resident evil imagines #lady dimitrescu x y/n #angst #angst drabble #cassandra dimitrescu

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ystrike1 · 11 months

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Seifuku No Joou-sama - By Hanamatsu Ayaka (7.5/10)

Controversy and ped*******. It doesn't get much worse or more gross than this. I avoided this one for a long time, but then I finally bit the bullet and read the ending. It's good. This isn't just a weird fetish story. It's a solid warning. There are bad adults in the world. Some people don't care if they ruin your life, even if you're a child.

Futaba is a high school boy who developed a leg fetish, and masochistic desires, when he was fairly young. His childhood was ok. He's a happy boy, most of the time. He feels guilty about being different. He wants to talk about girls with his classmates, but his classmates want kisses, and he wants to be stepped on.

He gets lost in the internet. He joins BDSM chat rooms. He starts lying about his age and he infiltrates adult spaces. He's got nowhere else to go. Nowhere to vent. Nobody who understands him. He goes through an unhealthy amount of teen angst. He's angry and he looks down on his fellow students.

Nako is a side character in his life. She's a boring girl. She confesses but he rejects her, because he's too wrapped up in his identity as a masochist to think about dating. Casual dating is too boring for him. Futaba rushes. He throws himself into the ideal relationship he's been fantasizing about. It's not healthy. He has a BDSM partner. A twenty five year old office worker. Akane is one of the most evil characters I've seen in a shoujo manga. She knows Futaba is a minor. She knows he is obsessed with her, because she encouraged said obsession, but she says he's too high maintenance for her. She isn't nice about it either. She says there's no chance for romance between them, and she just wanted a cute pet.

Sick.

Nako, the girl he rejected, is actually our main heroine. She's a normal teenage girl, who is willing to change to make her crush happy.

She gets more than she bargained for.

Nako sees Futaba begging. He cries and kisses Akane's feet, but she refuses to keep him as her pet.

Nako kinda snaps, and she goes down a toxic path for a while.

She works hard to be a good and dedicated BDSM mistress. At first she doesn't even enjoy it. She just wants to change. She doesn't want to be quiet and boring, but then Futaba is actually helpful. He's a very courteous and enthusiastic submissive partner. His playful attitude sucks her in, and she falls for him all over again.

She's clingy too.

She doesn't mind.

This sums up their relationship pretty well. Nako isn't a cute, innocent girl. She's very repressed, and she enjoys having power over her crush. He's all about consent and he gives it to her, so that's totally fine.

Akane is going to hell.

I would rip this woman to shreds if I saw her in public in real life.

She doesn't completely cut contact with Futaba. She even has the audacity to hang out with his new girlfriend, Nako. Like it's normal to hang out with highschoolers. She even flirts with Nako it's slimy. She acts like a knowledgeable senior, but she is an actual predator who should be in jail. The author does not shy away from this. Akane says manipulative bullshit to mess with the new relationship. Nako becomes more confident, so her "aren't you jealous?" crap doesn't work, but Akane does not stop acting like a douche. Every time she's on screen she's openly horrid. It's nauseating.

Nako gets better at BDSM play, and Futaba starts to doubt his own happiness. He's in a real, consenal relationship with someone his age. She's affectionate when they're not doing BDSM. She tries to make him feel better when he puts himself down. It's really obvious that his one-sided relationship with Akane killed his confidence.

He tries to break up with her, because she's too good for him. He can't. Nako filmed him while he was licking Akane in public. She uses it to blackmail him. This actually works quite well.

Nako isn't an innocent child in need of protection. She does actually want to be his mistress. Her boldness shows him he's scared of nothing. Nako wants to date him, unlike Akane. It's really that simple.

School life goes pretty well for them. Everybody knows they're a BDSM couple. Some people don't approve, but really, it's none of their business.

The ending is pretty dumb though. Nako unbuttons her school uniform to reveal leather clothes, in front of a bunch of their classmates, to prove she's ready to commit. She says she was embarrassed before, but she never thought Futaba was disgusting. Not once.

She shows off her mistress outfit to prove it.

(Akane cheated on Futaba by the way. She had another man while she was playing with a high schooler. She also doesn't stop asking Nako "why aren't you jealous???" until the bitter end. Well, I'll tell you why fuckface. "Dating" you sucked. Dating Nako for real is awesome, so forgetting about your toxic pedo ass didn't take long. Get. Over. It.)

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #Seifuku No Joou-sama

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have been summoned to Elsinore by Claudius. He and Queen Gertrude, wish for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to glean what sudden sway of madness has affected Hamlet. The duo sets out to achieve their task, meeting a ragged troupe of players along the way. Brief glimpses of scenes from Hamlet show the trials and tribulations of the royals; our two heroes are largely left in a state of waiting. They pass the time playing games, posing questions, and tossing coins, until they gradually realize that their fates have been taken out of their own hands. They are merely characters in a larger story in which they have no say.

Antigone: After Oedipus' self-exile, his sons Eteocles and Polynices engaged in a civil war for the Theban throne, which resulted in both brothers dying fighting each other. Oedipus' brother-in-law and new Theban ruler Creon ordered the public honoring of Eteocles and the public shaming of Thebes' traitor Polynices. The story follows the attempts of Antigone, the sister of Eteocles and Polynices, to bury Polynices, going against the decision of her uncle Creon and placing her relationship with her brother above human laws.

Propaganda under the cut!

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead:

This play is for people that love Shakespeare, but also love weird shit. It somehow offers really insightful commentary on stories and fate and purpose while also feeling like a fever dream.

an existential and brilliant deconstruction of hamlet

it’s good

Hamlet fanfic involving the game of questions and frequently not being on boats.

No, I'm tired sorry

waiting for godot meets hamlet. best of both worlds

I know the whole thing off by heard and I’ve never been in it. Does that count. Also it deserves to win because of what the awful awful film did to it.

Antigone:

Extremely seminal and powerful.

Play of all time. That is all.

A play from the 5th century BCE that’s still resonant today

something about the worst punishment not being death but rather being forced to live on in a world that has already spurned you. something about sisterhood. something about "too late, too late, you see what justice means"

#polls #round 1 #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #ragad #antigone #the straight play showdown

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sp00kycrumpet · 6 months

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Find A Way. (3/4)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: season 1, soft!Joel, reader was besties with Maria, idiots in love refusing to admit it, pre-established relationship

Warnings: swearing; character death; spoilers (if you haven't watched the series/played the game)

(Part One) (Part Two)

Will also be posted on my AO3

You couldn't believe it. In your search to find Joel, you'd somehow found his brother instead. All through dinner and your evening with them both, you tried to work out how to bring it up. Maria leant you some clothes to change into, and you were grateful to finally be clean and warm. You padded back downstairs, fingers playing with Joel's necklace as you got lost in your thoughts. Tommy was in the kitchen, tidying up after dinner.

"Hey, didja want somethin' to drink? I think we still have some wine around here." You nodded a little with a smile, thanking him. Tommy poured you a glass of wine, talking about how people were making their own alcohol within Jackson now. He turned to hand over the glass, his eyes falling to the necklace sat around your neck.

"Where'd you get that necklace?" He asked quietly, something in his eyes as you glanced at it.

"Oh this? I was given it." You replied, Tommy frowning a little. You knew Joel never took it off, if this was the Tommy Miller who was your Joel's brother then he'd surely recognise it.

"Who gave it you?" He asked, folding his arms loosely over his chest. The same defensive stance Joel took, there was no doubt who this man was before you. You licked your lips, watching Tommy as Maria came in.

"Woah, serious conversation?" She asked, sensing Tommy's apprehension. Tommy glanced over at her, his posture softening slightly at being around his wife.

"I was just askin' where she got that necklace from." Maria turned to look at it, tilting her head slightly.

"That is an unusual looking pendant." She commented, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. Tommy hummed in agreement. You took a sip of your wine, toying with the glass between your fingers.

"The guy I was looking for gave it to me before he left Boston." Tommy inhaled at that, his eyes not leaving your face. You could tell he was torn between believing you or assuming the worst and Joel was dead, his body looted. His jaw clenched a little as he tried to formulate an answer.

"Oh that's romantic. And you told me you don't know what is between you!" Maria laughed a little, looking at Tommy in confusion when he didn't say anything else. "Tommy? What's wrong?"

"That's Joel's necklace." He muttered, Maria blinking in confusion before looking at you. "If you look on the back of it, there's two deep scratches where he damaged it at work one day, caught it moving some wooden beams and damn near broke his neck." Lifting the pendant slightly, you turned it over and saw that Tommy was right. There was indeed two deep scratches on the back. You looked up at Tommy.

"Why are you here and with my brother's necklace around your neck?" His tone seemed cold, you shifted on your feet uncomfortable. Maria scolded him for being so stand off-ish before glancing at you. You took a breath, placing your wine glass down.

"Because Joel left me in Boston to go on a mission to get a battery for a truck. He couldn't get hold of you and he was losing his mind. He gave me this and promised he'd be back for it but he never showed. So I left to try and find him." Maria's eyes went wide, her gaze moving between you and Tommy.

"Joel Miller is the guy you've been seeing?" You nodded a little.

"I know it seems hard to believe but I'm telling the truth. I didn't intend on coming here, but when I realised I couldn't find Joel. I figured I'd just keep moving… and I ended up here. Almost poetic I set out looking for him and instead find his brother that he was looking for." You twisted your fingers together, Tommy nodding a little before apparently deciding to believe you. The two of them shared a look before Maria faced you, reaching to squeeze your hand gently.

"Well that'll make finding him again easier." She gave a little smile and you couldn't help but worry they were keeping something from you. The topic was dropped for now, instead talking about the cottage Maria was letting you have and her asking if Tommy would mind helping you if anything needed fixing up. He agreed and seemed less irritated now, a smile working over his face.

The next morning, you found Tommy in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey, look I'm sorry for bein' a bit of an ass last night. I assumed the worst when I saw that necklace and shouldn't have." You shook your head, watching him.

"Honestly I was wondering if you were the Tommy that Joel spoke of so often and was so desperately trying to find. And how to bring that up. Such a small world that I set out to find Joel and instead found you married to my best friend." Tommy laughed slightly, plating up some bacon and eggs for you.

"Weird, huh?" You nodded, thanking him for the food and sitting down to eat. "Although not as weird as thinkin' my big brother actually let someone close enough to him that he'd hand over that necklace. Joel hasn't dated since Sarah's mother left. The outbreak made him cold. Although for a while I thought he and Tess had a thing. Guess not. But… I'm glad he has someone." You gave a little smile.

"Had. I can't find him, remember?" Tommy paused, making a little noncommittal noise in the back of his throat.

"Joel has a habit of turnin' up when you least expect it. I'm sure you'll find him."

After eating, Maria handed you a bag of clothing and the keys to your new home. It was small, two bedrooms and needed cleaning but it was quite homely. The living room had a fireplace and a small kitchen dining room. You loved it instantly. Tommy helped fix the window shutters and got some cleaning supplies, Maria joined you later in the day with a small box of groceries that would keep you going for a bit while you got settled. You agreed to help where you could around Jackson, Tommy was impressed with your shooting ability after he took you to the range to practise and you blew away half of his troops without even trying. He talked Maria into letting you be part of the daily patrols under the agreement it wouldn't be every day and you could help her with keeping the town running. You seemed to settle in easily, splitting your time between learning patrol routes and your team, and spending time with Maria to learn the ins and outs of Jackson. You were still holding out hope you'd find Joel, catch a glimpse of him while out patrolling and hunting. Maria found you a radio to use and you would scan stations in case his voice came through. As the months went by, you started to lose hope and just focussed on your new life in Jackson. It felt wonderful to be able to spend time with Maria like you used to do before everything happened. Winter passed and Spring crept in, flowers were peeking out through the grounds, birds would chirp and everyone seemed to be happier as the days got warmer. You made a couple of friends, spent most of your time working or helping people out. It felt nice to be needed and to be doing work that wasn't trading expired drugs for a morsel of food.

By February, Maria was ready to give birth, joking she couldn't have a February baby and risk them being born on a leap year. She asked you to be there when it happened, as well as Tommy. You agreed and helped get a bag together for when she needed to go. Excitement for new life took over your days, constantly hanging around Maria's in case it happened. You were woken up in the early hours one morning by Tommy hammering on your door. Maria had gone into labour suddenly, Tommy panicking and grabbing you to watch her while he fetched the doctor. You ran over there, greeting your friend with warm towels and blankets ready. She looked like she was struggling and already tired, you set everything around her including water bottles and anything else you thought she might need. She cried out in pain as the contractions got closer together and more intense. You held onto her hand, trying to help talk her through it and repeat that Tommy was on his way back now. But the baby had other ideas and wanted to be out as soon as possible. You sat between your friends legs, encouraging her and praising her as you saw the baby emerging. You grabbed blankets and a soft towel for once the baby was out. You'd never done anything like this before but figured Maria knew what she was doing. You helped ease the baby out the last few inches, careful cleaning his tiny face before wrapping him up just as Tommy burst through the door. You smiled up at him as Maria gave a tired sigh of his name. You handed the baby to Maria and moved away for the doctor to step in and help. You glanced down at yourself and realised you were a little bloody. But Maria and the baby were both doing fine, Tommy cut the cord before finally having a cuddle with his son. You excused yourself to go downstairs and wash your hands. You couldn't believe you'd just done that, of all the things the apocalypse had forced you to do - midwifery wasn't on the list of things you'd expect. You stood by the back door, taking in some fresh air as you dried your hands. You never heard Tommy approach until he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"You doin' okay?" He asked softly, you smiled up at him and nodded.

"Yeah. Can tick deliver a baby off my Apocalypse Bingo card now." You chuckled, draping the towel over your shoulder once your hands were dry.

"Thank you. I don't know what we'd have done without you." You smiled, patting Tommy's arm gently.

"It's what friends do Tommy. We help each other." Tommy nodded, you let out a breath as you looked out at the garden. Tommy watching you before he pushed a hand through his long hair.

"Look. There's somethin' I need to tell you. At first I didn't because I didn't wanna give you false hope." You looked up at him, your breath catching in your throat.

"What is it Tommy?" Tommy steeled himself, ready for an outburst if you got angry.

"Joel was here." You stared at him.

"What?" Tommy nodded, shifting his weight on his feet before fixing his gaze on you again.

"About a month or so before you showed up. He turned up outta the blue with this kid by his side, said she was some Firefly bosses daughter and he had to take her home. I was sceptical… we had a fight because he didn't act as supportive as I'd hoped when I told him about Maria bein' pregnant. Selfishly I assumed he'd be happy but I guess you never know with Joel." Tommy leaned against the doorframe beside him. "I found him hidin' in a store tryin' to repair his worn out boots with tape. I gave him some new ones and he admitted the truth to me. That she was special, that he was afraid to take her himself because he's been havin' these anxiety attacks and he's slower. Dude's only 56 but actin' like he's 96. He told me someone was waitin' for him at home, but he wasn't sure he'd make the journey back to them again." Tommy glanced at you, you inhaled sharply as you watched him. Tommy nodded a little. "Imagine my surprise when you arrive with Joel's necklace and a similar story to the one he told me." You could feel your hands tremble at the revelation. Joel had been here. So close and yet still so far. That had been so long ago though, you didn't dare think about how long. There was a look exchanged between Tommy and you that you both understood as assuming the worst case scenario.

"Thank you Tommy." You said softly, Tommy nodded.

"I just thought you outta know. I don't know if he will come back but if he doesn't… know he left here with you in his heart still." You smiled slightly, that did make you feel a little better. You heard the baby cry from upstairs and glanced at Tommy.

"Go on dad. I'll see myself out, I got first patrol in two hours so I should probably go shower." Tommy embraced you tightly, thanked you again for your help before dashing off upstairs to Maria and his son. You smiled to yourself before turning to let yourself out of the house, it was an emotional evening and you wanted to just crawl into bed and sulk in self pity for a little while. You stood in the shower, trying to wonder where Joel could possibly have gone and if he'd come home. Or if Tommy had finally told you so you'd stop spending your life waiting for Joel, just in case. You went out on your morning patrol, ending up being sent home early when you almost got swiped off your horse by a low branch. You explained about Maria's baby and your team were less pissed off, but still irritated they were a body short. You slept the whole day once you'd gotten back, a mixture of exhaustion and your brain just shutting down as you tried to accept that you were never going to see Joel again. Maybe you'd finally accept the pestering from a fellow patroller to go out to dinner as a distraction. You burrowed yourself into your blankets, cursing yourself for not telling Joel how you really felt that day he left. You let yourself spend the day relaxing and just sulking, allowing yourself to just be in your feelings for the first time since Joel left.

(Part Four)

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #no use of y/n #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller x you

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So Much Love {Eddie Munson}

Plot: Eddie's busy painting one of his Dungeons and Dragons miniature figures, you start playing with his hair.

Character: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested by anon

His brow furrows in concentration, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, as he focuses on painting. He's been at it for an hour, slowly and so carefully painting his Dungeons and Dragons miniature figures. There's a campaign coming up so he needs these done and he needs them to be done perfectly. You had offered to help and he'd enlisted your help for the props that didn't need too much effort like trees or houses but for the figures he wanted to be the one to perfect them.

You smile as you watch him. You love moments like this; where he's so completely himself and he's not trying to be anyone else to impress people. You like when he's just being Eddie and right now, that's exactly who he is.

You laze on the couch, watching him at the small dining table that's in the kitchen just a few feet away from you. A strand of his wild curls continues to fall in front of his face so every few seconds he's puffing it away but even with his hardest puff, it's not enough to keep it on the top, "For fuck's sake," he mutters once again trying to blow the hair away.

"Here," you say, standing up, "let me deal with that, you keep painting." You pull off the hair tie that permanently resides on your wrist for situations such as this one.

You walk over to him and as gently as you can, you scrape back all of his hair from his face, pulling it back so that it tumbled over his back. At first, you'd just planned to tie it back so that it was out of his face but you can't help but begin to play with his hair, fingers running through it carefully, untangling some of the knots that hid under the curls. You don't see due to where you're positioned but the smile that graced his smile was one of pure happiness.

"You know," he says quietly, "no one's ever touched me the way you touch me."

You frown. You're confused because you know that you're not Eddie's first romance, you know that other partners touched him and probably touched his hair at some point too, "What do you mean?"

"You touch me so carefully... so soft and warm." He licks his lips unsure if he should say the next statement, "You touch me with so much love."

It takes you by surprise. You're silent for a few seconds and Eddie's internally kicking himself. You quickly tie his hair up, a ponytail at the base of his neck, "Well... yeah." You shrug. No point in hiding it.

Eddie turns to you, eyes scanning yours as he frowns once again, "So what does that mean?" He almost doesn't want to know, too scared of the answer. He's felt these feelings for a while but had never told you them because he was always just a bit too scared of being so vulnerable.

You smile, heart beating quicker against your ribs, "It means that I love you, Eddie Munson."

You hadn't seen how happy his earlier smile was but my god, you saw this one. He could've lit up the entire trailer with his smile. He drops the paintbrush on the table, figures forgotten about, as he stands up to look you in the eye, "Could you say that again?" He's almost in disbelief. Slowly, his hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"I said... I love you, Eddie Munson."

"Goddamn," he breathes out. His stomach is a jumble of nerves and his heart pounds hard but his mind reels from those simple words, "I love you too, Princess."

The pair of you are grinning like lovesick fools, grinning and giggling before he pulls you in to kiss you deeply. His kiss was intoxicating, full of emotion and full of words he wanted to say to you. Your hands grip at his Hellfire t-shirt as his grip your waist.

It's all too soon when he pulls away and the grin is still on his face, "Say it again," he requests, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say it."

"I love you," you giggle as he pulls you to the couch where he lies down and pulls you on top to cuddle him, "I'm in love with you."

"Me?" He asks, "Are you sure?" His voice is teasing but there's a hint of worry in there, "I'm not that exciting with my DnD figures and my guitar and my music and my-"

You cut him off, not wanting him to get too into his head, "Eddie," your head which is on his chest tilts up to look at him, "I love all of those things. I love the way you're just so unapologetically you. I love that you feel comfortable being yourself around me... I just love you."

He pulls you tight to him, his head buried in the crook of your neck, "Oh my god," he's laughing, "I don't think I've ever been this happy. Holy shit, Princess..." His laughter dies down after a minute before he whispers, "I'm so fucking in love with you." You nestle into his chest, hand drawing lazy patterns on his chest over his shirt, "So fucking in love with you."

#one shot #os #eddie munson #drabble #eddie munson x you #reader insert #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things #st #imagine #st imagine #st one shot #st os

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aspoonofsugar · 1 year

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RWBY in Wonderland

So happy about the new volume starting! Here are some thoughts on the episode, the opening and some fairy tale references that are popping up everywhere. Probably what many other people are thinking already, but still...

INSIDE

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The opening lyrics confirm to me 2 things I have been thinking for a while.

Ruby's arc strongly foils Oscar's and this volume would probably tackle their similarities when it comes to struggling with growing up and finding their own identity.

Inside A new me, I'm ready But who will I find? Inside I've gotta let go but could I lose my mind?

Who will you see? There in the darkness When no one is watching Who will you be? When you're afraid And everything changes Will you see a stranger? Feel proud or betrayed?

They have an outside/inside motif, after all. Ruby starts focused on the outside and is forced now to look inside, while Oscar initially struggles with his interiority to the point he is introduced literally talking with his other self (Oz) and is slowly opening up to the outside. Oscar and Ozpin are also the ones, who bring out The Girl Who Fell Through the World's fairy tale by giving it opposite spins. So, this juxtaposition between Ruby and Oscar is not surprising. In the past volumes (vol 6 - 7 - 8) Ruby has struggled on how to be a leader and Oscar has struggled with who he is. Right now, they may start tackling the other's conflict. Curious to see how it will play out in the story as a whole.

This volume is probably going deep into the characters' interiority and I am fully expecting The Ever After to mirror this. After all, the meaning of the song is rather clear, we are diving INSIDE to discover who the characters are and who are going to become. The world, which is clearly magical and unknown, should mirror this struggle:

Inside Our worlds unwind

Now, I don't know if it is going to be because the world has some magical property to bring to life the characters' fears and dreams (which would fit with the theme of Creation) or if there is going to be some other explanation that links the Ever After to the Gods and to the hidden Lore of Remnant. In any case, I am rather open to everything, but I think looking at the wonderland characters and world through the lens of what they can tell us about RWBYJN's personality is worth doing.

This also fits the Alice's inspiration for this volume because both Alice's books end with the protagonist waking up and "decoding" a dream:

Now, Kitty, let’s consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should not go on licking your paw like that—as if Dinah hadn’t washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it must have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of course—but then I was part of his dream, too! Was it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know—Oh, Kitty, do help to settle it! I’m sure your paw can wait!’ But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn’t heard the question. Which do you think it was? Alice Through the Looking Glass

The long grass rustled at Alice's sister feet as the White Rabbit hurried by--the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool--she could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution--once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it--once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle.

So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all thy other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's heavy sobs. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

As you can see, wonderland and the glass world are dreams, even if it is really unclear who the dreamer really is :P. Speaking of grass rustling, this line kind of reminds me of:

The leaves of the tree rustled and on the wind she heard one more question...

The grass rustling helps her sister to enter Alices's dream and to understand it, while the tree might help the characters to better decompress everything that has been going on. So that they can grow and heal.

Speaking of the tree, there is an interesting tidbit in Alice in Wonderland:

She noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. “That’s very curious!” she thought. “But everything’s curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.” And in she went.

Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little glass table. “Now, I’ll manage better this time,” she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her pocket) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down the little passage: and then—she found herself at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.

Alice's main objective in the book is to enter a beautiful garden full of red roses and eventually she manages through a door found in a tree. I think the metaphor is clear, the Tree will lead Ruby and the others home both physically and psychologically since it will help them discover who they are.

OTHER REFERENCES

There are many and everyone is being catching up to them quicker than me. Here are some I found:

The Girl Who Fell Through the World is a line from the novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland itself

The Dodo is a reference to Carroll himself, since Alice meets a Dodo, who alludes to him

At the beginning of the story Alice almost drowns in the pool of tears and then meets a mouse, but offends him by mentioning her cat. Here Ruby starts crying, which leads to rain, but then she befriends Little and scares them off by talking about Blake (a cat).

The Jabber Walker alludes to the Jabberwocky, which I love so far because it is not a character in the story of Alice, but rather a poem, with no clear meaning. So, it is beautiful they rendered them as a mysterious creature, who is difficult to understand when they speak. I also wonder if they have something to do with Yang since she is introduced fighting them and she even fights them in the trailer, as well. Moreover, the Jabberwocky's poem mentions the monster having eyes of flame, so...

The world being organized in neat sections reminds me of Through the Looking Glass, where Alice finds herself on a giant chessboard, playing a game to become Queen.

Speaking of Queens and Kings, it seems we are gonna have a red King, who plays chess, which kinds of combines the Queen of Hearts and the Red Queen. Moreover, he cracks in the trailer, so I wonder if he may reference Humpty Dumpty, as well:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall all the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again.

You're heading for a fall And you're nearing the end Like a house made of straw No one's putting you together again

This would be interesting because chess + theme of falling = the Atlas Arc and Ironwood. I wonder if the play of chess would be a chance for Ruby to metaphorically face what went down in Atlas.

Then we have some obvious ones, like the caterpillar, the cat, the mushrooms (which in Alice can make you become big or small), Neo as the Mad Hatter and Jaune as a combination of the Hare from Wonderland and the White Knight from Through the Looking Glass.

SPEAKING OF ALYX HERSELF

I adore her design! It has immediately become one of my favourites in the whole series!

Secondly, I really like @greenteaandtattoos idea she might allude both to Alice herself and to the White Rabbit, since she has a rabbit motif and the characters are shown running after her shadow and looking for her:

In general, the opening seems to be setting Ruby, Neo and Jaune as foils to Alyx.

Alyx's silouette overlaps with Ruby's and especially Neo's (after all, grinning Ruby may also be Neo tbh) several times and she has a golden rabbit patch, which resembles Jaune's new Hare friend:

Jaune seems to combine the Knight Imagery (the White Knight from Alice Through the Looking Glass) with the March Hare (a mad hare from Alice in Wonderland). This is interesting because it is as if the story is asking Jaune to reconcile his different parts. His persona (the Knight) with his shadow (the Hare).

I know I failed so many times Drown my troubles hid my mind Buried everything in hundred proof A skillful coward hides the truth so well

Ren: Him (Jaune) on the other hand… There's no fear at all. I can see it, he believes we're going to get this done.

Is he brave or is he a coward? And can he be both?

The Mad Hatter (Neo) and the March Hare (Jaune) are also linked symbolically, as in Alice in Wonderland they are 2 jokes on the idea of madness. Hatters used to lose their mind because they used mercury in their job, while hares go crazy in the month of March because of hormones. Here, I think it might enforce Neo and Jaune's foiling:

They are both going mad out of grief, but they go at it in opposite ways. Jaune is probably interiorizing and blaming himself, while Neo is externalizing and blaming Ruby. I am interested to see how they will influence the story, especially since they might move independently from the group, at least for a little while. Neo is RWBY's enemy, while RWBY have no idea Jaune has fallen too.

RWBY'S JOURNEY

This might be a giant red herring, but the opening might give us some hints on the order the characters are gonna explore the different settings.

They started from the beach and are probably gonna move to this market while proceding to the Red King's area:

This market is probably where they are gonna meet the Knight, since the trailer shows there Jaune's feet while riding a Hare (obvs I am considering Jaune=Knight, but I might be wrong). It seems to be also where the Racoon and the Blacksmith woman are.

Here is where they are gonna meet the King and play chess with him. WBY are gonna be small for the chess game. Also the market town and the Red King's Kingdom seems to be in the same place:

The red buildings are the same of the market town, after all. This place also reminds me of the Forever Fall forest, which is interesting. In general, the characters moving from yellow to red makes sense considering alchemy. They are currently in the yellow phase, but are approaching the red phase, which I think will be Vacuo.

The mushroom forest is where the caterpillar is. Also, in Alice in Wonderland the mushrooms are able to help Alice control her size, so I wonder if WBY are gonna go back to normal here... or if they are gonna be miniaturized again... This area is also where this lake with the lotus building seems to be:

Finally, there is this place in the clouds, which resembles the Central Meeting Point of volume 8, in concept:

Here is where the bridge scene is probably gonna play out. Again, them being in the sky makes sense given they need to reach air through fire in alchemy.

Obviously, there might still be more locations and we don't know where Ruby is gonna find Penny's sword or where the shining globe is (maybe the Blacksmith's woman's house? No idea). In general, it is also possible they might find themselves stuck in circles at one point... After all, the opening ends back on the beach, where Alyx wakes up to start her journey once again... and where Crescent Rose is found:

OTHER THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE

We had already seen the majority of it thanks to clips, but there are still many interesting moments!

Little is clearly meant to be Ruby's mirror and it is interesting so much focus is put on them being innocent and young. They still don't know who they are, but this means they can take their time to discover it. This is something Ruby seems to have forgotten. In general, Little is very similar to volume 1 Ruby. They see a person in pain and want to help, after all. It is also interesting, they are already considering Ruby their personal hero, since she takes out the cheese for them. The relationship between Little and the Cat is also going to be interesting.

Yang and Ruby's interaction is great. I think their relationship should be in focus. Yang should move from Ruby to Blake symbolically, which would be better also for her and Ruby, since the balance in their sisters' relationship is changing.

I am curious if Blake and Weiss are gonna be foiled this volume, since they are introduced together. I don't have many thoughts on this, though, so far.

It is interesting Blake is the one, who points out they may be in a fairy tale. As someone already noticed, it is an inversion from volume 1. There Ruby was the idealistic one, while Blake was a prisoner of her own cynism. It seems their journey has led them in opposite positions now. It would be interesting to reread their stories through this foiling.

The mysterious woman opens the volume and I wonder if we will discover who she is at the end. Just like Salem starts the series and she is revealed to be a character in volume 3. Wouldn't it be interesting if the woman is indeed Summer and she is revealed alive at the end of this volume? As a way to introduce us to the Vacuo story arc?

Finally, this is not an episode thought, but the opening also seems to set the Jabber Walker and the Knight as foils somehow... I wonder what this means for Jaune and the other characters...

This is it, for now. I have other thoughts on Neo's allusion to Trivia/Hecate, but they are pure speculation, as for now, so they will have to wait!

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