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Thanks for being Patient on the whole "Royal AU" thingy Lol, Have some VicAgent.
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Originally Victim was Supposed to be Laying on Agent's lap but i was like "Nah too Horny"
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Back cover art from "X-Men: Danger Room Battle Archives" by Alan Davis (a trade paperback which includes X-Men Annuals #3, #10 & #17, New Mutants Annual #2 and Incredible Hulk Annual #7)
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cast of all time btw
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cannibalcoyote · 1 year
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Simon Gruber Pt.1: A Stranger
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Imagine being Hans Gruber's best friend, and him sending you back to Germany to stay with his brother before his death:
Losing Hans was one of the hardest things I've ever endured. I, of course, knew of his activities since I was his right hand man. We practically grew up together, staying best friends all the way through adulthood.
Most people assumed we would start dating as teenagers, but the love we felt for each other was much more of a brother-sister bond.
I was actually there with him at Nakatomi Plaza, but I had been shot in the abdomen by McClane. Blood was gushing from the wound, however I barely registered the pain, my focus remaining on the mission. Naturally, when Hans found out he had me rushed off to his private doctor, then having me immediately flown back to Germany where his brother awaited my arrival. I would have objected - fought even - to stay and finish the mission, but between blacking out and the pain medication, I was barely even conscious.
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Waking up in an unfamiliar room wasn't something I normally thought was unusual - after every mission, Hans and I would drink until we couldn't stand. I would always find myself waking up the next morning feeling groggy and uncomfortable, glancing around an empty and unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on Hans' figure slouched next to the bed. He would always be there, sometimes he would be asleep, but he was always there; having said that, today was the day that he wasn't.
The second thing I noticed was how expensive everything looked, which is something that I am used to seeing, as Hans does have expensive tastes. The curtains allowed a shallow light to filter into the room, painting the floor in a cold, pale yellow; the glare aggravating my sensitive eyes. My mind feels fuzzy, and my body numb, but I only focus on finding Hans.
Glancing around in a daze, I hastily push the covers away from me, not noticing the bandage, or the throbbing pain in my abdomen until I stand up. It hits all at once, nausea and lightheaded threatening my body, but the tearing pain forces me to stay conscious; stumbling slightly before falling against the frigid wall with an audible 'thump'.
My chest feels heavy, and I can't quite catch my breath. I'm practically gasping for air, but the weakness seems to beat my attempts to stay awake. The last thing I see is a blurry figure rushing through the wood door to my huddled form.
“…Hans..?”
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That was the first time I met Simon Gruber.
Hans had rarely talked about him, only mentioning the conflicts and arguments they had. From the description he gave, Simon was an overly-controlling older brother who never tried to understand or listen to anything Hans had to say. However, it is clear that Hans must hold some level of trust for him to entrust him with his dying best friend.
My first day was off to a very rocky start, I didn't even remember it the next time I awoke. But the second day was probably when I had the worst moment in my entire life.
Simon had taken to sitting by my bed, he wanted to ensure there wasn't a repeat of yesterday.
After he had found me, he immediately picked up my limp body and placed me back on the bed before calling for the doctor. I had managed to tear some of my stitches, which promptly started bleeding again, my blood pressure was already low, so this was quite worrisome. After a while though, the doctor had me stabilized again, giving Simon specific instructions for when I woke up. He wasn't to let me stand up again until I've rested a bit more, and he also needs to give me medication every 6 hours to fight infection and dull the pain.
When I awoke, I immediately noticed the figure to my right. My eyes were only partially open, vision distorted and blurry.
"Hans?" My voice felt broken, it pained me to talk because it didn't sound like me. The person was apparently asleep since they jumped in surprise when I spoke.
"Not quite my dear." His voice was different, the only sense of familiarity being that he was obviously German. He didn't sound like any of Hans' partners that I knew, and I know this definitely isn't Hans, so who is he?
I blinked my eyes a few times to readjust to my surroundings, attempting to sit up only to be gently pushed back down.
"I wouldn't recommend that." I couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of familiarity, but from where, I simply couldn't pinpoint.
I focused on his hand first as it was pushing me down, he has light skin, but not pale; and large hands. His arms are strong, strong enough that I feel more than uncomfortable being this defenseless and vulnerable around him. He's dressed in business casual, but comfortable, his short blond hair framing his face nicely. Lastly was his face itself, the expression looked permanently stern, but I can see the underlying glint of gentleness, and the smile he wore was wrought with mischief.
"Wer bist du?" I didn't even realize I'd switched from English to German until the man chuckled and exclaimed.
"Ah, are you the girl that Hans loved to talk about?" Though he said it as a question, it felt more like a statement, one which was immediately followed by a fond smirk. I don't know how to respond, I didn't really know Hans would talk about me.
"Who are you?" My voice is sharper this time, I'm done with his games, at this moment I just want to know who he is. His smirk lessened as a new emotion took over his features... grief. He looked sad, depressed even, but only a trained eye would notice the subtle micro-expressions.
"Call me Simon."
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lovebugism · 3 months
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I know this is early, but fights on Christmas for the prompts thingy. Maybe with Punchy x Eddie? Or with Steve?
ty for requesting angel! hope u like it :D — eddie tells you that his dad is coming to hawkins for christmas and an argument ensues (peach x eddie, angst, hurt/comfort tw for toxic parents, 1.5k)
blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
The smell of a homecooked dinner lingers in the air, warm and nostalgic. You spoon the leftovers into plastic containers for when Wayne gets home from the graveyard shift. Eddie’s laughter sounds from the distance, where he takes a phone call in the living room. The sound is warmer. More nostalgic.
He hangs up and walks back to you, wearing a bright pink grin that shows all his teeth.
“Who was that?” you ask, smiling because he is.
Eddie shrugs, trying to be nonchalant despite his beaming. He crosses his arms and leans against the counter across from you. “That was— That was my dad, actually,” he tells you, still a bit dazed about the whole thing. He’d almost forgotten what his father’s voice sounded like before now.
Your grin fades. “…What?”
He nods with his brows raised behind his fluffy bangs. “Yeah. He’s, uh— He wants to come to Hawkins for Christmas, apparently. Said he’s finally got some time off work, so he’s gonna drive up here in a few days and stay for a while.”
Work doesn’t mean work — not with Alan, anyway. You know this, so you’re not entirely sure why Eddie doesn’t. If you had to guess, the asshole got up to too much trouble and needs a place to lay low until it all dies down.
You try to be supportive of your smiling boy, but your concern is evident, practically dripping from your features. “Oh. That’s… That’s… Does Wayne know?”
“Um, I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“Don’t you know why that is?” you ask him, trying to laugh. It comes out much more bitter than you intended it to.
“Uh… No?”
You drop the wooden spoon into the bowl and face him entirely. Your hip digs into the counter’s edge — a distant pain that doesn’t rival your burning anger. “He’s not telling Wayne because he knows Wayne won’t let him stay.”
Eddie’s chin jerks back like he’s flinching. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says with a forced chuckle.
You sigh. You don’t want to be insensitive, but his obliviousness makes you impatient. 
“Eddie… He’s… Your dad…” You try to explain it all to him, but you can’t find the words to. There are far too many ways to describe his father, and you come up short in the end. “I mean— you’re not letting him come, right?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he laughs.
“Because he doesn’t deserve to see you, Eddie. Or Wayne— He doesn’t care about either of you, you know that.”
Eddie goes agape with shock. You’re not usually so confrontational. You’re unusually argumentative, and it surprises him — offends him. “You say that like you know anything about him,” he argues with a scoff. He’s still smiling but there’s little warmth behind it.
“You don’t know anything about him!” you retort, a little harsher than you mean to. Your hands flail as you gesture wildly. “He doesn’t know anything about you, either, Eddie. He’s an addict. He chose thatover you a long time ago.”
Eddie clenches his teeth. You can see it in the way his temples shift. “I told you that because I trusted you,” he says with a tight jaw, trying not to show you how angry he is. “Not for you to use against me—”
“I’m not using it against you, Eddie. I’m trying to protect you!”
He scoffs a cynical laugh. “Well, you’re doing an awful good job of that, aren’t you, Peach?”
His unusual bitterness stings somewhere deep in your chest. 
You don’t know why he’s being so blind. 
Except, you sorta do. You’re the resident expert of letting assholes into your life over and over and over again — like a kicked puppy that doesn’t know when to stop coming back.
That’s the root of your frustration, you think. You know a lot more than he’s giving you credit for, and it’s infuriating to be written off so easily.
You huff and turn away from him again. You pop the lids onto the tupperware containers to busy your trembling hands. “Fine. Let him come. I don’t care. I’m not the one that’s gonna get my heart broken after all this.”
“Wow,” Eddie muses, dragging the vowel for effect. “That’s real sweet, babe— what would I do without you?”
You leave the bowls to cool on the container and disappear down the hallway. You go to his bedroom for your bag, and he doesn’t follow behind you — you’re not sure you want him to. After nearly a week in the trailer, you figure you’ve spent entirely too much time together. 
And as much as it hurts, you know it’s not the end of the world.
If you and Eddie — the neurotic type A and the laid-back-to-a-fault type B — can survive hanging up  Christmas decorations together, you’re pretty sure your relationship can survive just about anything.
He’s still lingering at the counter when you get back, idling like he’s been waiting for your return. He sees your bag slung over your shoulder and deflates like a popped balloon. “Where are you going?” he wonders despite his ebbing anger.
“Home. It’s getting late.”
“It’s barely nine o’clock.”
“Exactly,” you hum, stilling when you reach his side. You press a chaste kiss to the apple of his cheek and walk towards the door without looking back. “Call me when you tell Wayne.”
“C’mon, Peach. You don’t have to go.”
You turn back with your hand on the rusted brass door knob. “I’m mad at you,” you say with a soft smile on your lips.
Eddie grins back at you but doesn’t press it any further. You’re allowed to be angry. Hell, he’s still a little angry, too. And if you wanna be alone, then so be it — as long as you’re back in his bed when all the bullshit’s over with.
‘Cause he’s mature and everything like that now.
That’s why he just smiles as he tells you, “Call me when you get home.”
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You call him when you get home that night.
He calls you the next morning when Wayne gets home, all worked up because his uncle took the news about as well as you did. 
You’re not a total asshole, so you don’t rub it in his face. When he comes to you after a few more days have passed — fighting back tears because his dad ditched him all over again — there are no I told you so’s. No bitterness or stupid comebacks. 
You just hold him and love on him like you always do. He needs that now more than ever, you figure.
You sit with him on your couch while he hides his tears in your lap. His dirty sneakers scuff the cushions that you’re usually a stickler about keeping clean. You quickly find that you don’t care as much as you thought you did, because you’ve never seen your boy so sad. 
It makes your chest ache. Like his heartache is your own in some way.
“I’m an idiot,” Eddie grouses, muffled into the pillow in your lap. He feels like one, anyway. He’s spending the week before Christmas crying his eyes out because he was too stubborn to listen to you. 
He’s a total dumbass. 
The dumbest of dumbasses.
Your fingers dance through the soft strands of his chestnut hair, scratching gently at his scalp to keep him grounded. “No, you’re not, Eds. Your dad’s just an asshole.”
He scoffs, managing a small laugh despite his tear-stained face. “Yeah. That too.”
“And that’s not your fault, either. You know that.”
“No, I know,” he insists, sniffling as he turns onto his back. His chocolate eyes are rimmed red and slightly glassy. His cheeks are softly flushed, speckled with a rosy heat. Strands of hair stick to his wet jaw. You smooth them away with the palm of your hand while he wipes at his reddened nose with the back of his.
“I just… I guess I just thought he’d changed, you know?” he confesses, voice wet with emotion.
You nod sympathetically. “I know. It’s the worst feeling in the fucking world.”
You have a different kind of experience in that department — the skeleton in your closet that always comes back to haunt you department. For you, it’s Billy. For Eddie, it’s Alan. The sting is a different one, but it still hurts in the same place.
“I should’ve listened to you, huh?” Eddie asks, the corner of his lips curled into a sad smile.
“I know why you didn’t want to,” you assure, smoothing your palm over the top of his wild head. You hope the warmth of your touch will aid his inevitable post-cry headache. “But I didn’t say it to hurt your feelings, you know that, right?”
“I know. I knew it then, too, I just… didn’t want to believe it, I guess.”
“I know what it’s like,” you promise. And then, when you see his mouth twist into an apology, you cut him off as gently as you can. “And don’t apologize for it, either. It’s okay, Eds. I promise.”
He grins at you, still a bit weighed down with leftover emotion. 
His eyes squeeze shut when you swipe tears from beneath them, the edges of them crinkling ever so slightly. And when he opens them again, they glimmer with a newfound life. 
No one on earth is as resilient as your boy.
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MASTERLIST
Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)
REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP
Last Update: December 29, 2023
{JACK REACHER}
| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |
General Headcanons
General Headcanons Part 2
X Fem! Southern Waitress
Peach Pie and Cream
{CALL OF DUTY}
| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |
Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap
Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)
Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))
Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))
Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))
How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)
(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator
Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)
Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut
(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)
| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |
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(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)
(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)
Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)
Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)
Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)
*Price begging - collar - sub!Price
X Female Escort Reader
[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)
[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)
[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)
X Female Wife Reader
Gray Hairs (FLUFF)
X Young Reader with Facial Scars
[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)
[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])
[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)
X MILF Single Mom
Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)
| LIEUTENANT SIMON “GHOST” RILEY |
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Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)
Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)
Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))
Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)
Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)
X Female Southern Cook
[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)
[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)
[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)
[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)
[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)
[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)
[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)
[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)
X Female Reader
(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)
Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)
| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |
X Female Wife Reader
Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)
Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four
| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |
Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent
| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |
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A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)
(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)
Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)
X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader
Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)
| KÖNIG |
How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)
| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |
X Pregnant Wife Reader
First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)
| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |
Requests
Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)
What would Logan be like as a Father? (fuffity fluff fluff)
Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)
| SOBIESŁAW "GROMSKO" KOŚCIUSZKO |
General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)
Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)
| KATE LASWELL |
x Wife Reader
My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)
| ALEX KELLER |
x F! New Yorker Medic Reader
Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)
| SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH |
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*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter
x F! Reader
Calling Him "Stud"
{STAR TREK}
| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |
Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)
Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)
| DOCTOR LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY |
X Female Nurse Practitioner
Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)
| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |
Requests
Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)
{SLASHERS}
| JASON VOORHEES |
X Female Camp Counselor
Instinct (stalking)
{SIX}
| JOE "BEAR" GRAVES |
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Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons
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loversofthegrave · 3 months
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THE CODEPENDENCY TAPES - wincest playlist x
my boy marlon williams 2. inbred ethel cain 3. once more to see you mitski 4. growing pains ethel cain 5. never gonna give you up the black keys 6. i promise radiohead 7. prayers for rain the cure 8. i'm lost without you marlon williams 9. for you sharon van etten 10. song to bobby cat power 11. make out in my car sufjan stevens 12. no one's gonna love you band of horses 13. angel in the snow elliott smith 14. blue ridge mountain fleet foxes 15. the only one the black keys 16. hearts a mess gotye 17. ten years gone led zeppelin 18. i will follow you into the dark death cab for a cutie 19. everlasting light the black keys 20. back down the black boy & bear 21. unknown / nth hozier 22. honey don't think grant lee buffalo 23. thank you led zeppelin 24. bad ritual timber timbre 25. can't see - useless oingo boingo 26. we must be killers mikky ekko 27. be mine the heavy 28. crown of love arcade fire 29. your love is killing me sharon van etten 30. dog days ethel cain 31. francesca hozier 32. untouchable face ani difranco 33. when we drive death cab for a cutie 34. strangers the kinks 35. between the bars elliott smith 36. if i go, i'm goin gregory alan isakov 37. work song hozier 38. this time tomorrow the kinks 39. heartbeats jose gonzalez 40. for i fear hayden everett 41. love me, please love me sandie shaw 42. bedroom hymns florence and the machine 43. come to me marlon williams 44. lonely day system of a down 45. oh! darling the beatles 46. last kiss pearl jam 47. NFWMB hozier 48. baby's arms kurt vile 49. sweetest kill broken social scene 50. can't nobody love you the zombies 51. two coffins against me! 52. lost in my mind the head and the heart 53. history book dry the river 54. you radiohead 55. far from me nick cave and the bad seeds
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I Should Hate You
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Ascended Astarion x F! Tav
18+ confrontation, implied trauma/abuse, talks of death, ANGST, blood drinking, fighting (verbal), astarion being rough (physical), threats of violence against self, crying, tenderness, exes getting back together, dubcon, implied lack of control during sex, oral (f!), forced orgasm (kinda), disassociation
Tired of living in constant vigilance and fear, Tav has to confront the Vampire Lord. Even if it means her end. What she doesn't expect is the Ascendant doesn't want her dead at all...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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"This is a bad idea, Tav."
"I know."
"Then don't go."
Shadowheart's wide green eyes stared deep into her. Hands cupped around her face.
"I cant-" Tav sighed, closing her eyes. "I can't live in fear anymore. Of him. Of what he might do when he finds me."
"We can leave the Sword Coast, we can go. Forever."
"That's not the point. And I wouldn't ask that of you."
"You could." Shadowheart's voice caught, planting soft kisses on her mouth. "You could ask me for anything."
"I know." Tav smiled warmly, leaning into her. Pressing their foreheads together. "I'm sorry."
They both knew what this meant. A life would be taken. Either her's, his, or both. She couldn't see an outcome without death either way. That made her heart ache but she couldn't go on this way.
Always in the shadows, skirting around the edge of society. How ironic, that she had refused his blood, his vampirism, but still lived like one. Even months on, walking with a hood on. Shrouded. Eyes down. Never looking at faces too long.
Who knew there was so much shame in freedom?
No it had to be this way. The last thread he had tied to her wrist must be severed.
She was not afraid to die. She hadn't been afraid for a long time. It wouldn't do any good to start now.
The streets looked as angelic in the soft lamplight as she had remembered. Cobblestones and passersby's. Hushed chatter from corners where couples stood. Rich as an oil painting.
Standing in shadow she took long deep breaths. Committing this view, this feeling to memory. Peace. The perfect intimacy of night.
Took a long steadying breath out.
Okay.
She lifted the hood off of her head, walking out into the soft light. Stood in it for one reverent moment. Knew it wouldn't take long. He had eyes everywhere.
She made a pointed look out, at the faces of men and animals alike. Come get me.
Walked on sure feet into the Elfsong.
"What can I do you fo-"
"Wait. It's you! Our hero! Welcome back, love!"
She smiled sheepishly. Reaching for her coinpurse.
"Ah, come on. I'm just a patron for tonight. One room, please."
"Come off it! No charge for you. I wish I could rent you your old lodgings but we've got a great room for you otherwise. Top floor!"
She smiled. Hopefully, they wouldn't have too much blood to clean up. "That sounds perfect, thank you Alan."
They chatted amicably as he led her up. Handing her the keys with a friendly clasp over her hands.
"If you need anything, anything at all. Truly don't hesitate."
The door closed solidly behind her, she kicked off her shoes. Lighting an oil lamp. Hanging her cloak.
Knew he was waiting, could feel it on the air.
If she was going to die she could at least be comfortable. Slipping into a long silk night shirt.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Okay.
She opened the window, the night air sweet and promising. Billowing the curtains gently. Turned to the vanity and sat down. Eyes closed.
The presence behind her was unmistakable.
Fingers caressing along her collarbone. Picking up the cut ends of her hair.
She shivered, eyes still closed.
"You know, you still feel like him." She hushed, wonder and sadness melded in her voice. "That's the cruelest part. If I could just pretend..."
She opened her eyes, his torso reflected in the mirror. "But I can see you."
"You always could, darling."
She laughed solemnly. "I think I was always pretending, wasn't I? Pretending that you loved me."
"Look at me, Tav."
"Why?" She asked, genuine confusion in her voice. "What good would that do? We both know why you're here." Her eyes steady on his body reflected behind her.
Felt him move before his reflection caught up with him.
Fingers rough on her chin, pulling her face up.
"Look at me."
Her eyes snapped up to his, full of contempt.
He looked... bad. Still perfectly manicured, of course, but with dark purple circles marred under his eyes. Skin pallid. Twitchy. An air of something barely controlled.
"You really did kill everyone, didn't you?" She hushed, jaw clenching under his hold.
He stared down at her, eyes scanning. Dark around his shrunken pupils, that deep red when he hadn't fed in a while.
"Where have you been?"
She stood, his fingers still on her chin. Reached up and held onto his forearm. Not pulling away but not leaning in.
"Away."
He laughed coldly. "Away. Right."
"Why are you here, Lord Ancunin?"
His eyes cut deadly to hers then. Stepping closer.
She stood her ground, feet spread.
Their eyes level with each other.
"I'm here to take back what is mine."
"You still think I'm your spawn, don't you? Didn't you have enough courtesan's to fuck and bleed? Or did you kill them too?"
His hand snapped down around her throat. Breathing hard through his nose.
She stared back, unflinching.
"I'm not afraid of you." She whispered. Aware those words could be her last.
His eyes flared, the muscle in his jaw popping.
His hand flashed forward and ripped the hidden dagger tied to her thigh away. Throwing it across the room.
"I want you back." His voice low, dangerous. Strained.
"I tried to replace you." He lifted her onto the vanity. The bottles crashing to the floor. "None of them. None of them were enough."
She stared up at him, trying to hide the shock in her face. Why was he saying this?
"Tav," He moaned, leaning into her neck. Fingers twisting her hair. Pushing between her legs.
Her body betrayed her then. It felt like him. Smelled like him. Her eyes falling closed.
"Oh Gods, Tav." He groaned, gripping her waist. Licking a hot line up her neck.
"It's not you." She said quietly to herself. Trying to break the spell. "You're not my love."
"Please, Tav." He moaned, hiking her nightgown up over her thigh. "Please, I'm so hungry." The bare need in his voice making her belly flip.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Her eyes prickled with angry tears. Gripping him tighter to her.
"I want you. I need you." His mouth pushed against her throat. "Please don't make me beg."
She was lost. Why was he asking for permission? Why was he asking at all?
This was not what she had envisioned. She had planned for everything but this.
And still, his hands, shaking and needful, pulled at her. How could this stranger pantomime him so well?
Before the words even left her mouth she knew it was a mistake.
"Starlight?"
He pressed his head into her, moaning low. Biting down desperately.
Fuck.
She gripped his arm, gasping. The familiar ice piercing her neck. The stark realization that she was now the meal of a starving animal. He was going to bleed her to her last drop.
Her mind raced as the gentle euphoria tried to take her. Something she used to treasure now lulling her into a false safety. She had fallen into a bear trap, neck first.
He was going to bleed her dry and change her. Make her his property, his puppet. She had to think fast.
She clenched her hand into a fist and arced it back as hard as she could, the mirror shattering against her back.
He was slow, lost in her throat. Only reacting when she held a shard of glass between them. Pressed to the other side of her neck.
"Release." She warned.
He paused, still latched on. Eyes moving fast between her hand, clamped down around the shard, blood dripping onto her nightgown. Her neck. Her eyes. Calculating.
"You know I'll do it. Release." She pressed the shard hard into her skin. The bite of the glass against her jugular.
He unlatched with a growl, lifting her off of the vanity and throwing her on the bed with inhuman strength. Catching her wrist tightly and throwing the shard hard against the wall. Shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.
"There he is." She hissed. "The Lord Ancunin."
"You are coming back with me."
"You may take my body. You can hurt me, fuck me till I bleed, I don't care. You've done worse. But you will not have me." She laughed coldly. "My heart died with you years ago. But my will is mine."
She sat up on knees, eyes level with his again. Filled with fury. That same fury before she fell.
"You have killed me a thousand times, in little cuts you bled me. Of my hope. My love. It is spilled everywhere in that castle."
Her voice rising. "I have loved you through every tortuous night. Praying and PLEADING to every god that you could love me back. You were my everything. And you tricked me. Tricked me into thinking you could hold me above anything more than a fucking plaything! How dare you come to me and ask for more!"
Tears streaming angry down her face, holding her already bruising wrists up in a mock tie.
"Go on! Take! Take more from me! That's all you have for me, right?! That's our future! Take until I am NOTHING Astarion!"
Their joined breath was heavy in the tense silence as her words cracked through the air.
He stared at her, huffing hard. His chest rising and falling.
"If you force me, I will kill us both and burn that castle to ashes. I swear it." Closing her eyes, the old pain rocking through her again. Her wrists phantom stinging. "Don't make me do this, Astarion. I dont want to hurt you. Please dont make me."
Gripping at his arms, the grief poured out of her in a flood. Her face turning away from his in shame. "Why? Why couldn't it be different with me? You told me you loved me. I could have hated you. It would have been so much kinder to let me hate you. Why did you tell me you loved me?"
Her eyes opened and stared at him through thick water. Demanding an answer. "Did I not do enough? Did I not love you enough? What did I do to deserve this?"
He stared at her, bloody tears leaking from his eyes. Face cold as marble.
His warm hand cupped her cheek. Thumb wiping gingerly at the stream of grief.
"What have I done to you, my sweet?"
She flinched away from his touch on instinct.
His other hand came to cup her face.
"Please don't do that." He whispered, a vein of agony in his voice.
She could not trust this touch. Yet she yearned so desperately to be held by him again.
"Why are you being kind to me?" She laced her fingers through his, still pressed to her cheek.
"Because I-," He started, a hollow pain in his voice. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, eyes squeezing shut painfully. "No. Don't do that."
"I'm sorry, my love."
She choked back a sob. "Stop."
"I'm so sorry."
She kissed him to silence him. Gasping against his frightfully warm mouth. This wasn't him. She chanted in her mind. This wasn't him.
He threaded his hand through her hair, those familiar lips sliding against hers.
Why did he taste the same, feel the same? Those curls still soft against her seeking hands.
A new stream of tears flowing from her closed eyes. How cruel, for him to be as he was.
"Please, I want to pretend again." She urged, pulling at his doublet, the buttons giving in to her need. "Be sweet to me just one more time, Starlight."
He moaned out a mournful cry into her mouth. Hands pulling her nightgown over her head. "I will do anything for you, my treasure." Laying her back against the sheets. "Please let me show you."
She felt traitorous shivers go up her spine. He was still too beautiful. The silks and pressed linens of his doublet open, revealing the pale plane of his chest. Eyes so strikingly red, lashes long. Irises coursing with her ruby blood. Lips full and pouted. That soft pleading in his eyes.
"Yes, Star." Blinking away tears. "Let me believe you love me." She hushed, her lip trembling.
He kissed down her neck, hands drinking her in. Leaning his pelvis into her spread legs. The hard of his clothed length rubbing against her center.
She was lost in him again, eyes closing. Tight with tears. It had been so long.
His touch intoxicating, pulling the silk of need from her. Tongue crushed velvet against her writhing torso.
"Yes," She urged, head thrown back.
He ran his hot tongue down the sensitive skin inside her thigh, lidded eyes meeting hers. Snapping his doublet open with quick fingers and pulling it fluidly over his head.
"I need you." She whispered. It was never fair, what he did to her.
His eyes suddenly burned out red from the pupil, glowing hot crimson. Mouth falling open, fangs elongating. A rattling in the back of his chest. She realized he had stopped breathing entirely.
A strike of fear pulsed with her arousal. No, this wasn't him. This wasn't a man at all.
"Astarion," She called softly, trying to bring him back.
But he was gone.
His burning eyes darted down to her cunt. Fingernails lengthening into sharp points.
At inhuman speed he dove onto her. Laving hard stripes up and down her center.
She cried out, gripping the sheets. "Fuck," She yelped, already seeing stars.
The onslaught was vicious, his tongue pulsing fast and greedy. Face fully buried in her. Nose pushing up into her clit as he crushed his tongue into her.
Her hips continued to rise in an effort to get away and he only followed, head pushing higher.
"Oh my Gods," She nearly shrieked, the pleasure so intense her body tried to twist away.
He grabbed around her hips and stood on his knees, his ascended strength lifting her entire pelvis up with ease. Her legs falling forward over her chest. Only her shoulder blades still on the bed.
In this new position, he steered her back into his mouth. Burning red eyes glazed over, sharp nails digging into her ass hard enough to break skin. Ten drops of blood dripping down her back.
She clenched her legs together, whimpering loudly. Needing it to stop but her traitor body hungry for more.
He zeroed in on her clit, eyes focusing on her again. Two glowing points in the dim light. That rattling in his chest scaring her and striking a flint of heat through her core.
He clamped down and sucked hard, tongue pulling fast pulses against her engorged clit.
She writhed helplessly, moaning out prey cries. A rabbit caught.
"Please, please, I cant take it-" She whimpered loudly, her limbs tingling hot in warning. The ache in her pelvis nearly breaching.
Her vision went white as it hit her. Shrieking out as a perfect agony thrashed her against the stones. Drowning in the pleasure of his violence. Her body wrenching in a tortuous rhythm. Fucked to oblivion. Arching up, head hanging as he lifted her even higher. The blood rushing to her head threatening black stars in her vision.
"Stop," She gasped as his mouth continued to devour her. "Please, enough."
"Astarion, STOP!"
His eyes dimmed again, the red pulling away he let her drop, blinking. "Oh, oh my treasure. I-"
She curled onto her side. Pulling her legs hard into her body. Shaking and closing her eyes.
She was vaguely aware of him speaking above her but she was gone. Drifting away from her body. Seeing the room from far, far above herself. The world narrowing to a small point.
His hands shaking her brought her crashing back.
"Tav," He urged, looking deep in her eyes. "Tav, please speak to me."
"I want you to go." She whispered, looking foreign at him. "Please, go."
"No, please. I dont know what-"
"If you care as much as you pretend to, then please go."
He bit his lip, eyes scanning her face.
"I will find you again. I will make this right."
She layed her head back down, curling back into herself.
He pulled the sheets and blankets up over her. Pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I will see you again, my treasure."
And he was gone, whipping up into the wind, out the open window.
Left with the silence of the night, she let the slow tears leak down the side of her face.
What had she started?
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Part 5
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femmehysteria · 5 months
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Best Character Named X Poll
FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll
I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.
ask box closed for now
WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST
If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.
Round 85: David
Round 86: Tiffany
Round 87: Charlie
Round 88: Sandy
Round 89: Cody
Round 90: Amanda
Round 91: Jeremy
Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut
Names that I have a complete list for*
Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina
Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)
Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl
Feel free to send more suggestions
*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.
Past Polls
Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)
Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)
Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)
Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)
Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)
Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)
Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)
Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)
Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)
Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)
Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)
Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)
Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)
Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)
Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)
Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)
Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)
Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)
Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)
Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)
Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)
Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)
Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)
Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)
Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)
Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)
Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)
Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)
Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)
Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)
Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)
Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)
Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)
Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)
Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)
Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)
Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)
Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)
Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)
Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)
Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)
Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)
Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)
Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)
Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)
Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)
Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)
Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)
Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)
Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)
Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)
Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)
Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)
Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)
Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)
Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)
Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)
Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)
Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)
Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)
Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)
Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)
Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)
Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)
Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)
Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)
Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)
Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)
Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)
Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)
Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)
Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)
Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)
Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)
Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)
Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)
Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)
Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)
Round 83: Jeff
Round 84: Maria
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WHAT FEELS LIKE FOREVER // t. nott (Multi-Part) PT. 2
RATING: R / 1.8K WORDS (Pt. 2)
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Theodore Nott x Reader-Insert (No gender-specific details)
+ SUMMARY - Your first performance in America starts off roughly. Theo makes the decision to perform a song you wrote. The only problem is that you wrote that song for him, attempting to express your feelings towards him. He was never meant to find it.
+ WARNINGS - Language, tension, angst, eventual smut
+ MUSIC (Listened to while writing) -
Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov
(Small note before I begin: I have been very inspired by Gregory Alan Isakov while writing these chapters and sort of imagined the band sounding like his music and Theo's singing voice sounding like his. Just wanted to mention that so y'all could be on the same page of imagination as I was if you wanted! :) Enjoy!)
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Theo’s lips spoke the words you had written down in a small journal. Written—unbeknownst to him—for him.
The day Theo had caught you whispering the lyrics as you nursed an alcohol-stained cigarette beneath the stars, was the day the song had been discovered. Theo loved it instantly and demanded the two of you wrote the rest of it together and record it. You had kept your mouth closed for fear of a dry throat and a clenched heart saying things you truly meant.
Now the whole world knew how you felt when even you didn't know how you felt. It wasn't an ideal situation in the slightest and the knowing glances Mattheo and Enzo shot you made you feel even worse. 
"Everything you do…," you harmonized with Theo, hearing the way your breaths mingled through the amplifiers. Your chest ached with the dull knife of holding tears in. This song always fucked you up. How you’d begged Theo not to record it…
"...changes how I see us, how I saw us then…," your voice cracked under the pressure of the tears you were suppressing. Theo gave you an odd but worried glance. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the instrument in your hands, focusing on that rather than your screw-up and the sobs that pushed rapidly up your throat.
You finished off the chorus successfully, having stared at the lights trained on the stage until the tears receded. This was your last song…or it wasn't…you couldn't remember and you didn't care. You swiftly slipped the strap of your bass off your shoulders and set the instrument down on its stand.
If you didn't get out now, you would explode. The heat and the lights and the crowd and Theo and Enzo and Mattheo—it was too much. You pushed through the backstage door and felt the autumn air abuse the sweat on your neck. Your hands spread over the balcony, holding your weak back up. The tears that threatened to spill rose in your throat once more. You hurriedly loosened your tie and unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, ripping the suit jacket off along with it. It was so stuffy in there and the cool air felt like the touch of an angel. 
Your head hung between your shoulders, feeling them shake with each sob that racked your body. The roots that had planted in your heart burned like a hot poker in your sternum, scorching through your ribs and skin from the inside-out.
You cried out at the pain caused by a single man and the way it felt to be without him. You needed to tell Theo how you felt but the fear of animosity coming from him scared the hell out of you. The thought of hatred any deeper than their normal arguments made you feel like you were dying.
The desire to feel Theo’s hands on your body was more than anything you’d ever felt in your life. It wasn't just a sexual thing. It was something much deeper than that and had been for a very long time. You feared his reaction more than death at this point. But you wanted—needed—to tell him. 
The backstage door opened much gentler than it had when you had come out. You could hear shoes scraping against the concrete and light exhales. You recognized the pattern of them, knowing the way Enzo breathed.
"Hey," the man said quietly, placing his hand on your back. His presence seemed to invoke a sense of tranquility almost instantly. Your cheeks dried and the pain alleviated a bit.
"Enzo, I—"
"I know." 
You shut up at this. You knew that he had known for a while now, it just felt odd speaking openly about it. It felt wrong but he seemed to make it alright.
"I don't know what to do…," you whispered.
"You will."
There were no more words after this. Only Enzo’s hand on your back and his gentle breathing that soothed you like a lullaby.
× × ×
When the group arrived back at the hotel—still, no words were spoken. Enzo’s hand no longer touched your back and his breathing was too far away to hear. 
Theo did not look at you once and your neck ached with the weight of the older's coldness. You could taste the bitter mood on your tongue and you tried to swallow it, but it remained. The aftertaste seemed to be stronger.
The silence became almost suffocating once you had stepped through the door to your hotel room. You shut it and collapsed against the broadside of it, sliding the length of your spine down its surface. 
You brought your knees to your chest and buried your face between the two of them, covering your ears with your arms. Radio static and honeyed oatmeal voices rang in your head at a deafening volume. You sighed at the aggressive cacophony within your brain, wishing desperately for it to stop.
You had to tell Theo—that much was obvious. But how? If you were going to get practical, you’d technically already told him. You’d confessed when he had found the song. But the older man hadn't known this.
You pulled himself from the floor and approached the cream telephone that sat menacingly on the bedside table. Your breathing picked up uncomfortably, making a bit of panic set in. Your fingers closed around the receiver and you brought to your ear. You called the front desk and asked for Theo’s room number. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears at the anticipation. 
"Who's this?"
"Um…Theo, it's me."
"Oh," the voice on the other end chuckled. "I thought you were some crazy fan or something. What's up, love?"
"C—" you choked on your words, your throat swelling as if a pillow had been shoved down it. "Can you come to my room, please?"
There was a silence on the other end that lasted only a few milliseconds. It was most likely Theo hearing the question and making a decision, but it felt like years to you. The fingernails on your free hand creased into the flesh of your palm so deeply you could've sworn you were drawing blood.
"Yeah, sure thing," he spoke. "I’ll be right over. Do you want me to bring my pillow?"
"If you want," you said, a breath of air slipping past your lips in delighted relief.
"Alright," he whispered into the phone, the crackly connection making it seem as if Theo was there next to you already.
The line went dead and, still, you stood there, with the phone pressed to your ear. It was as if you were waiting for him to come back and tell you he was just kidding. That he would never help you out or stay with you.
Your throat felt tight again. but the feeling did not remain when there was a knock at your door. The phone slipped from your fingers and clattered against the dresser, dangling against each individual drawer.
You made your way to the door and pulled it open—perhaps a bit too harshly. Theo waited on the other side with his pillow tucked beneath his arm. He was already in his night clothes—the same trousers and shirt as this morning on the beach. 
"Hey," you spoke breathlessly.
"Hey," he replied, equally breathless as if he had run the whole way here. Your stomach tingled at the thought of him hurrying as fast as he could to see you. It made you feel as warm as if he had just wrapped you in a blanket.
Theo stepped in and threw his pillow on your bed, collapsing against the old mattress right after it. He made himself comfortable, slipping his feet beneath the duvet.
"I have to take a shower, okay?" you said.
"Of course—I'm not your mum," he chuckled which made the younger suppress a smile.
"Okay." 
You made quick with your work of grabbing your night clothes—the jumper and trousers you wore this morning—out of the dressers and exiting the room. You walked down the hallway to the communal showers at the end of it. You didn't like having to share showers with strangers but you reckoned it was better than nothing.
The shower was quick and hot and steamed up the bathroom fast. The moisture in the air filled your lungs and made it somewhat difficult to breathe. In an effort to get out of the suffocating room, you dressed quickly and hung your towel around your neck.
When you arrived back into the room, Theo had drifted off. His eyes were peacefully shut and his body was curled around his pillow like a child to its mother. Your chest ached at the small tells he seemed to have that always compared him to a young boy.
The duvet had been pulled up to his waist and tucked messily. He looked comfortable. 
You smiled softly and ran the towel over your hair once again, attempting to dry it a bit more. You threw the used material in the corner of the small closet and made your way over to the bed.
As gently as you could, you slipped beneath the heavy duvet and laid on your side, watching over Theo. You watched as his body rose and fell with stable breaths.
The older's eyes fluttered and he found yours. He was suddenly awake and glancing around.
"Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to nod off like that," he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "What did you want to talk about, love?"
"Nothing, it's alright. Go back to sleep," you smiled, reaching over to pat the top of his hand.
"No, you wanted to talk, let's—"
"Really, Theo, go to sleep."
The older looked unsure but also incredibly tired. He sighed and leant his head back against his pillow. He seemed to be physically fighting sleep, trying his hardest to stay awake for his friend.
"Go to sleep," you whispered once again. You continued to watch as the young man drifted off again, his fingers curling around your hand, seeking subconscious comfort.
You stared at the two of your hands before slowly turning it over. You entwined your fingers with his, marvelling in how they looked together. 
"I love you, Teddy," you whispered to your sleeping love. You wondered if he was awake in the slightest and whether or not he'd heard. If he had, he said nothing.
You watched as the man's lips trembled under the weight of his dreams. You decided that you should probably go to sleep as well. You all had a big day tomorrow and you knew well enough that the man lying next to you was going to paint your dreams with gorgeous devastation.
Part 3!
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lilykatelyn-blog · 6 months
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Hello! I read your kinktober day 1 and omgg it was amazing
Would u consider writing pt-2?
Also,please add me to the taglist<3
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𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER PT. 2
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Pairing: DomDemon!Lee Know x SubAngelFem!Reader Genre: fluff, smut,
Notes: hey! Ofc! You’re added rn! And here is part 2. I’m so glad a lot of you liked it!
Warnings: making out, his horns are sensitive, hickeys, ass kink bc it’s Lee Minho, unsafe sex, not big dick Lee know but long dick Lee know, references to cheating on you with Jisung bc.. well, you get it, grinding, bondage, d/s dynamics.
pt 1.
Well, obviously you stayed, since he asked you to. So you were just cooking when he just barged into his apartment. “AH- oh hey! You stayed!” He looked like he had nearly shit his pants before he softened up. “Yeah, I made dinner. Sit.” You replied, engrossed in what you were cooking. You heard silence and assumed he was sitting and on his phone or something. “What are you- oh.” He came up behind you and he back hugged you, you were surprised until you felt him hug you. “I’m hugging you because I honestly did not think you would stay, Angel.” You could feel his breath on your neck as you continued cooking your dinner. Now after a while, you finished it and plated it. “Dinners ready, Min.” You both sat down and you eagerly watched his reaction. “Is- have I been missing out on this for all my fucking life? What the hell, this is delicious!” He exclaimed looking like a child whose mom just cooked his favorite food, simply making you chuckle. “Glad you enjoy it, love.” You two still needed to discuss your current positions considering you two live literally an eternity away from each other. “Angel, I’m.. glad you stayed.” He made a show of gagging after saying it, but you knew he was genuine. “Hmm, me too. Now can we please watch die hard?” “Fine, this is like the 100th time tho.” He knew all the lines and who said them at what exact time at this point. But for you, he’d burn the world to ashes if it meant making you smile.
you honestly had no idea how you got here, one minute you were watching Alan Rickman (may he rest in peace 🕊️), the next you were on Minho, moaning as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His kisses were no longer slow and sensual, but messy and passionate. His actions led to you wanting more, more friction, more kissing, more everything, which eventually resulted in you slowly moving back and forth on his semi. “Mmh- Jagi- just like that-“ his sentence was ended in a long drawn out moan, his hands went straight to your ass, guiding you back and forth. “Wai- wait,” he softly pushed you off, stopping you. “Was ‘bout to come, have to be in you-“ he got cut off by you grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him while unbuckling his belt. “C-can’t hold up the glamour anymore, Jagi.” He warned, making you scoff, you’ve seen him multiple times. “Whatever, let it run free, babe.” You took his dick in your hand, slowly stroking him as you watched his horns come out, and then his tail, and finally his wings. his breaths were speeding up, a telltale of his high approaching. “Ngh- coming!” His hot cum spurted onto his clothed chest and your hand. Coming down from his high, he took off his shirt, along with yours. “Got to feel these beautiful tits, baby. Saints, where have these been all my fucking life?” He murmured while taking your bra off and fondling your tits, causing you to giggle. “Since when do you believe in saints?” You asked in a playful manner. “Since you woke up in my house.” Came his simple reply, sucking on your left tit.
You released a wanton moan, grabbing his hair. “That’s it, pull my hair, Angel.” Causing you to pull it harder, he pulled away, going to pull your pants down, discarding them in an unknown corner of the room. He went for your neck and sucking on it, not caring about the consequences in your heated moment. “Hold on a second love, I’m going to get something.” He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. You practically gushed with arousal at the sight. “Hands please.” He gestured to your hands, cuffing them tightly behind your back. “Too tight?” He softly asked, whispering in your ear. You shook your head no, unable to speak for fear that your voice would squeak. “On your knees, love.” Roughly pushing your face down into the pillows, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, releasing a throaty groan, while your mouth hung open in a silent moan. His slow and shallow thrusts turned fast and deep, making your moans increase in volume, while his groans got deeper, his voice getting lower. “Fuck, I need to feel you deeper Angel.” Flipping you around, he pushed your knees to your chest, pushing in with no warning, thrusting in fast and deep. “Minho-! Nngh! I’m coming!” You screamed, reaching your high. “Me too, Angel.” He managed to grunt out, riding you through your high, reaching his own and releasing inside of you. You were on the verge of passing out, so he got up and got a damp washcloth and wiped you down. “I know, it’s gonna hurt, sorry.” He apologized softly as you squirmed from overstimulation. After he cleaned you up, he fell on his back next to you, hugging your waist as you cuddled up in his bare chest. “You know, I always thought you were in love with Jisung.” You joked, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hmm, who says I’m not? And I’m just needing sex.” “Because Jisung’s married, idiot.” You laughed, falling asleep next to him as he laughed with you and admired you. Oh, how he would love to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will, even if it takes burning the world for you.
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Ren’s Bride 
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Saudade
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Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four 
Chapter Five 
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Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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