#and she crawled down my arm to get some spray on her!!

[dilfian]

i got emira to take a shower with me 😭

[diaryofanidiot]

The Experiments

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

Chapter list: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, <4>, 5

Cw: Swearing; torture; blood; medical experiments; panic attacks; malnourishment

Summary: For over a year, Y/N was held in a soviet experimentation facility. Forced to fight and claw her way to live, she managed to stay alive. When the 141 rescues her, they get way more intel than bargained for.

Chapter Four

The walls surrounding me felt blurry as i was dragged off. Were they going to kill me? Had i outgrown my usefulness? This wasnt happening... none of it felt real.

A muzzle dug into my jaw as it had been strapped on too tightly. I had discovered what they've done to my vocal chords. This was my punishment for trying to use it against them.

My face scrunched in agony as i was painfully thrown to the side. A long-range tazer was pointed in my direction as a warning, while my binds and the muzzle were roughly undone. I looked around wildly, trying to figure out where i was or what was going on.

"(Y/n)???"

I was forced to my feet roughly.

"Go." Was all I heard as two metal prongs pressed to my back. They were forcing me into a room like a zoo animal. I wanted to fight, but the threat of being electrocuted kept me from doing so as i complied with the orders.

As I stumbled into the room, I noticed another person looking at me with fearful eyes. He looked worse off than I did. His arms and legs were littered with deep cuts and bruises, some still bleeding.

Before I could question it, the door slammed shut behind me and locked. I rushed to it, banging relentlessly. When i finally processed that it was a futule effort, i searched the room desperately. Plain walls and a floor stained with blood were all there was.

The sight of the dried blood caused a panic to stir inside me. I looked to the only other person in the room, as if he had the answers. He was keeping his stare on me. It looked... feral. No longer fearful. His eyes peered through each layer of me. From skin to muscle, bone, and marrow. It looked as if every movement i made was being dissected down to the last atom. Was this what I was to become?

An intercom crackled and a voice came through the speakers "ебать ради... Fight." It commanded.

A chill went down my spine. This wasn't a cell. It was my own personal Collosseum. A test. One that this man had clearly taken before as he began to stalk circles around me like a wolf.

"(Y/n)... alm down- not ther-"

A shiny spot on his neck caught my attention. Scales? I wasn't sure. All i knew is he was done sizing me up.

With a hungry grin, he charged me. I didn't want to fight, but in this enclosed space, it was clear I had no choice. I weakly dodged the throws he sent my way. I wasn't as experienced in fighting, but adrenaline was a surprising thing.

After minutes of being on the defensive, I realized I'd need to switch it up. I was getting tired. Maybe if I won the fight, this would end.

I dont know how many attempted punches i threw before a leg swept under me, knocking me onto my back and ripping the air from my lungs. I felt a weight straddle my hips and hands wrap around my throat.

A sickening feeling settled in my gut once I realized. This fight was to the death. There were no announcements to stop what he was doing as he choked out my life force. Just me... and him.

"Ghost, we need you!"

I turned my head and bit down, my canines piercing the skin of his wrist with ease. I opened my eyes once the grasp on my throat was released; my surgical scar now throbbing from the pressure that had been put on it.

"Bitch." My opponent cursed. I watched fearfully as he opened his mouth. Two glands were surgically attatched to the roof of it. I barely had time to realize why before a mace like spray had been shot into my eyes from the glands like a spitting cobra.

I cried out in pain as I was blinded, my body turning in an attempt to crawl away. Somewhere in my adrenaline filled brain, I remembered my new ability.

The moment a hand grasped my ankle, I turned and screamed louder than I ever had before. The sound echoed off the brick walls, bouncing all around. Something was different this time.

While I was blinded, my hearing had amplified. The scream was louder in all places but one. The space right next to my ankle.... the space where my assailant was writing on the ground, assumingly covering his ears in agony.

I took this moment to fight back.

"Come back to us, (Y/n). You're safe."

....who was speaking to me?

I began to let out small screeches, listening to the sound as I blindly searched for my opponent. He fought me once my hands brushed his body. Found you.

I quickly moved closer to his face and let out a deafening level screech before taking bite after bite out of him. My jaws soon found their target clamped around his throat and clenched down. I could feel his esophagus crushing between my maw with a sickening crunch. I could feel the flesh move between my teeth like an unsteady beating heart as he struggled to breathe. The metallic blood filled up in my mouth before spilling out the sides of my lips, dripping down his skin like a fountain.

He stopped struggling in seconds. To kill a serpent? Aim for the neck.

I understand now. To defeat your opponent, you need to truly understand him. I became just as feral as he at that moment.

"(Y/n) snap out of it." A gruff yet familiar voice flooded my ears. "You're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you here."

My visual input flashed between past and present. I didn't know which was real. The only real thing was the pounding in my head and the spasms of my muscles. Along with...a soft touch on my back?

"That's it... you're safe. You're here with us. I need you to breathe (Y/n). Can you do that?"

I tried to speak, but a strained whimper was the only sound that made it past my lips.

"You're alright. Just keep breathing."

I blinked myself back into the present. Greeted by an all too familiar set of eyes.

"Ghost..."

"Yea, I'm here now. You're just having a flashback. Youre safe here with us."

Us? I looked around the room and saw the rest of the 141 staring at me with concern. Price handed me a bottle of water from my peripheral. I accepted it with shakey hands.

"Where am I?" I asked timidly. Ghost must've noticed my struggle with the cap of the water bottle and took it to open it for me. My body shook with each adrenaline infused spasm.

I felt a hand remove mine from my arms, where i had been digging my nails into my skin until it bled.

"We're in Price's office." Soap explained. "He asked you a question, but your mind spiraled before we could keep you in the present."

I nodded slowly. "Im sorry... what was the question?"

"Did you ever interact with the other experiments?"

My jaw clenched as I swallowed thickly. Ghost was standing now, no longer at eye level, but he kept close by just in case.

"If you can't answer, we can move onto the next few or wait a while longer." Price assured me. I instantly shook my head.

"No... I'm fine. I can do this." I took a deep breath and accounted what I could. I could see concern written all over their faces as I described the first cage fight and the many others that came after. A deep dive into every person and ability I've faced and conquered. Despite my stuttering, rapid breaths, and the occasional shutdown, I was able to manage.

"We're... meant to fight these things?" Gaz was looking at Price, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Ghost inturrupted. "Doesn't matter. If it bleeds, you can kill it."

I felt the blood leave my face after he said that. Did he forget that I was one of these things?? "...excuse me?"

He turned to me, that cold look coming back in his eyes. "Not victims like you. But if there are any who accepted their use as a weapon, we will have no choice."

"They dont have a choice!" I yelled, using my crutches to stand up. I was indignant now. "I was through with the cage matches! I won every battle! Do you even know what they had planned for me after?! Do you?!"

The room was quiet after my outburst. I felt a crossbreeze from the air conditioner hit a wet spot on my cheek. Shit was I crying?

I heard Price sigh as he grabbed a file off his desk and held it out to me. "We know more than you think. You never got to read your file, have you?"

I frowned and hastily wiped my tears before accepting the file, sitting down once more to read. It had been translated into English and was a clear copy of the original translation.

Test subject no. 237

"Banshee"

Blood type: ###

Sex: Female

{REDACTED}

{REDACTED}

Weight Class: Malnourished. (Begin protein heavy diet before the next procedure)

Trials: Successful. (Adaptive; high intelligence)

Alterations: Vocal chord modification. Dental adjustments.

Notes:

Highest recorded scream 190+ decibles.

Keep muzzled. Ear protection required when interacting with the subject.

Proven high IQ. Suspected around 145-155.

Has managed to exterminate all other subjects pitted against her.

The subject has proven adequate for the indoctrination process.

"...indoctrination process?" I whispered, my eyes still scanning the paper just before it was gently taken from me.

"If any of the other experiments are currently out there being used as weapons," Price explained, "then they are already lost. We will rescue who we can, but (Y/n)... The facility you were rescued from isn't the only one out there."

The room suddenly felt like it was spinning. I gripped the arm of the chair I was sitting on, my eyes never leaving the floor.

"We're done here." Gaz's voice. His hand was on my shoulder now. "She needs time to process this."

Price agreed and dismissed us. I dont remember the walk back to my room. The world was somehow both too loud and too quiet.

The only certainty I had was that I needed to do something. An odd sense of duty. They were like me.

Nobody deserved that.

A/N: i know it's another short chapter, but it was so heavy with backstory that to add more would only water it down. Im genuinely so stoked that this fic has reached such a vast audience, and i love you all for the kind words.

Shitty google translation:

"ебать ради": For fucks sake

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[trendywaifus]

imagine hate sex with Kafka where you just heavily dislike Kafka, although the woman and her antics somehow manages to make you submit to her and right now you’re being fucked roughly as you can feel her pent up feelings w u while doing so of course somehow despite ur hatred towards Kafka u can’t help but feel aroused everytime she looks at you as if you were her lover.<333

ur cookin!!!!!

“ don’t look at me with those eyes, kafka. “ you grunt, brushing off the weakness in your knees as she stares down at you with those deceivingly gentle eyes of hers. they carry some sort of tenderness to them that makes your throat dry and hands clammy. the corner of her eyes crinkle as a playful smirk runs across her red lips. you so desperately want to kiss them swollen and smudge her perfect lipstick.

“ what eyes, darling? “ kafka asks, feigning innocence which you’re very aware of. she skims a finger up your arm and tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “ describe to me how i’m looking at you right now. “

you roll your eyes, smacking her hand away in annoyance. “wow you’re insufferable, woman. go do that weird flirty shit with blade or someone else. like, what do you want? “

not bothered by your remark, she laughs—she fucking laughs. “woah there. no need to be like that, little tiger. but to answer your question, what i want is, “ she lifts your chin up with a finger, licking her lips. “ you. “

heat crawls up from your neck as her pinkish purple eyes narrows into a seductive gaze. you scoffed, still trying to maintain your ground. “ which is unfortunate because i don’t want you. “

“ but you do. “ kafka rasps, now caressing your cheek with her thumb. you clenched your fists, “ and how would you know that?”

“ I can see it in your eyes, baby. you’re not very good at hiding yourself from me, no matter how hard you try. shame, shame~” before you can retort back, she presses her lips against yours, making you swallow your words. tilting her head, she slots her bottom lip between your parted lips and slips her tongue inside.

it hasn’t been an hour yet and you’re already in kafka’s cabin—in her bed, all tied up, covered in lipstick marks, getting fucked dumb. “ untie me so i can return the fucking favor!” you spat before a moan erupts from your chest. “ no can do, darling.”she smirks devilishly, proping your legs up and pinned your knees to your chest into a mating press. you screamed as kafka’s plastic cock fills you up in a deeper angle; the mushroom tip hitting your g-spot roughly.

“ f-fuck, fuck, fuckkk! “ your eyes rolls to the back of your head, already squirting on her strap. she smacks her lips with disappointment at the fluids spraying everywhere onto the dark velvet sheets. “ aw, these bedsheets was my favorite set. .oh well, this is a special occasion anyways. “ <3333

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐝𝐨𝐧‘𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary: in which best friends, y/n henderson and steve harrington get caught up in their feelings while paranormal activities occur in the small town of hawkins, indiana

cw: fem!reader, I wrote this a long time ago(I apologize for everything cringe), shit writing, first person pov, mentions of blood, mentions of trauma, 1.7k

<3

I take a step back, unable to tear my eyes away from the horrific scene in front of me. The creature, the man with no face, hunched over the deer's remains. It rips into the deer's soft flesh, devouring the insides as blood sprays everywhere. The brutality of the attack causes me to draw in a shocked gasp, my stomach churning in revulsion at the sight.

As I back away, gradually decreasing the distance between me and the creature, I accidentally step on a fallen tree branch, causing a loud snap to ring through the woods. My body freezes, terrified, as I wait for the thing to turn its attention towards me.

Immediately, the creature whips it's head around facing directly at me, at least I think. My eyes widen in shock and panic begins to wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest.

I don't waste another second, before I'm running as fast as my legs can take me.

"Nancy?!" I yell frantically into the thick, dark forest, hoping desperately that someone would answer my call. But, I'm met with only silence.

"Jonathan?" I cry out again, spinning all around, in hopes of spotting them, but the dense haze and floating particles makes everything so hard to see.

"This cannot be happening..." I whisper, feeling desperation and fear surge through me.

Suddenly I hear them, "(Y/n)?!"

Nancy.

"(Y/n), we're right here!"

Jonathan.

"Guys!!?" I cry again, "I'm here, I'm right here!"

"Just follow my voice!"

Just as I'm turning around, I see the creature once more, it's face covered in drool and poised to attack. Before I can react, it opens its mouth, releasing a loud screech in my direction. The sound causes my stomach to twist and my blood to run cold.

I let out a blood-curdling scream before running behind a thick tree in attempt to save myself. I listen as the creature stalks past the tree, my heavy breathing and racing heart sending me in a panic as I become convinced that the creature can hear my every move. I feel my muscles ache with tension as I remain silent and still, waiting for the moment that thing is far enough away for me to safely make my next move.

"(Y/n)! Follow my voice!!" Nancy's voice faintly yells.

I make a desperate run for safety, heading furiously toward the muffled cries of Nancy and Jonathan, who I know are nearby. I reach the tree where I originally crawled through and without hesitation I throw my crowbar through. Then I  throw myself down to my hands and knees, immediately beginning to frantically crawl through the narrow opening, all in attempt to escape the terrifying creature.

I blindly reach out, and someone takes my hand. Then I reach out my other arm and someone else grabs that one too. I feel myself being pulled through the slimy opening, dropping to the ground with a thud. Nancy and Jonathan rush over and both pull my into a desperate hug. I cling onto them as tears flow down my cheeks, my body wracked with sobs as the two of them hold me closely.

"It's okay."

"We're right here."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Nancy had handed me a towel and now, wrapped in its warmth, we all sit silently on her bed. Our gazes flicker to the ground, unable to meet one another's eyes for fear of what we've just seen. And so, we sit there, not saying a word, processing the traumatic events, the only sound being the soft rustling of the towel around my shoulders.

"Why don't you shower off, (Y/n)?" Nancy says softly, breaking the silence, "It might make you feel better." She adds with a shaky smile and I nod. So, she stands up to grab me some clean clothes.

With Nancy off getting me some dry clothes and Jonathan making up our sleeping arrangements, I look out the window, my eyes scanning the ground cautiously. In the midst of my search, my eyes land on a blob of familiar brown hair, causing me to blink a couple times. Once I regain my composure, I notice the blob is no longer there, and I wonder whether I was hallucinating or if there really was something outside.

After Nancy gives me clean clothes, I head to the bathroom down the hallway and hesitantly lock the door behind me. Once inside, I begin to slowly peel off the slime-covered clothes that are clinging to my body. When the sticky mess is removed, I hop into the hot shower. I wash away the grime, but not the images of the creature, which flash through my mind, causes my breath the become ragged and my heart to pound. I quickly turn off the tap, and get out of the shower, getting dressed before heading back to Nancy's room.

As I walk into the room, they both look up, greeting me with sympathetic eyes.

"Better?" Jonathan asks, laying a sleeping bag on the ground.

"Yeah..." I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself, "Yeah, I think so."

"Do you want to go home or stay here—"

"I just..." I cut Nancy off, "I just don't want to be alone." I say sitting down on Nancy bed, my hair dripping onto the back of my shirt, "Do you?"

"No, uh..." Nancy starts, "No."

"I don't." Jonathan whispers, still crouched on the ground.

I nod slightly in response, then climb into bed with Nancy, who's sitting there patiently. Glancing over at Jonathan, who is tucking himself into the sleeping bag, gun in hand, I close my eyes and lean back against the pillow. However, despite my attempts to ease my mind and body, I open my eyes and let them restlessly wander around the ceiling. And the images of the creature flood into my consciousness. My body grows tense and I struggle to get comfortable in bed, unable to chase the horrific memories away.

"Can you just come up here?" Nancy hesitantly asks Jonathan after the moment of silence.

I hear rustling of the sleeping bag before a quiet, "Yeah." Escapes Jonathan's lips.

He climbs in the bed next to Nancy, her being in the middle, and places the gun in between them. Another moment of silence comes between us as we all lie there in bed together.

"Do you want the lights off, or—" Jonathan starts.

"On." Nancy and I whisper at the same time.

"Yeah." Jonathan whispers, "You know, it... it can't get us in here." He adds facing the two of us.

"We don't know that." Nancy says softly, with a worried expression.

"Yeah... we don't."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

The next morning,  Nancy and I quietly sit criss-cross opposite of each other as we flip through different books, searching for answers on that thing we found in the woods. I'm about to flip the page when I hear Jonathan grunt, sitting up, still clearly exhausted.

"Oh..." He whispers, scooting over to sit next to Nancy, "Hey." He says leaning over her shoulder to look at her book.

"Hey." Nancy and I respond softly, not looking up from our books.

"Sorry, Jonathan" I apologize for waking him, "We couldn't sleep."

"I figured." He responds glancing at me.

"Every time I close my eyes, I just..." Nancy starts, "Keep seeing that thing."

"Wherever I was, that place... I think that it lives there." I say, remembering last night, "It was feeding there. Feeding on that deer."

"That means that if..." Nancy inhales deeply, "Will and Barbra..." She trails off, her eyes slightly watering.

Jonathan notices her watery eyes and scoots even closer, "Hey. My mom said she talked to Will." He says in attempt to reassure the girl, "If he's alive, there's a chance Barbra is, too."

"That means that she's trapped..." Nancy replies frantically, turning towards Jonathan with a distressed look on her face, "In that place."

"We have to find it again." Nancy concludes.

"You guys wanna go back out there?" Jonathan asks me and Nancy.

"Maybe we don't have to." I say, catching the attention of both teens, "When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer. Meaning it's a predator, right?" I ask for confirmation.

"Right." Nancy and Jonathan reply.

"And it seems to hunt at night, like a... a lion or coyote." I say showing the two, the book I had been previously looking at, "But it doesn't hunt in packs like them. It's always alone like..."

"Like a bear." Nancy finishes with a nod, "And remember at Steve's, when Barb cut herself?" Nancy adds onto my conclusion, "And then, last night, the deer..."

"It was bleeding too." I say, putting the pieces together.

"One sec." Nancy flips through the book she was previously looking at, stopping on the page about sharks, "Sharks can detect blood in one part per million. That's one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter mile away." Nancy finishes, glancing at Jonathan and I.

"So you're saying it can detect blood?" Jonathan asks.

"It's just a theory." Nancy confirms softly.

"We could test it..." I suggest and Nancy nods slightly.

"But if it works..." Jonathan starts, worried.

"At least we'll know it's coming." I whisper, and we all stare at each other with nervous eyes.

A second later the doorknob to Nancy's room violently rattles causing all three of us to jump. My heart jumps to my throat and I immediately grab my heart. Glancing over, I notice that Nancy and Jonathan have their hands desperately clasped together.

"Honey, are you up?" I hear Mrs. Wheeler on the other side.

We all let out a relieved sigh.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm getting dressed." Nancy replies quickly.

"I uh, made some blueberry pancakes" Mrs. Wheeler says through the door.

"I'll be down in a second." Nancy responds again with a sigh.

Nancy and Jonathan glance down to notice their that their hands are clasped together tightly, quickly realizing their mistake. Feeling slightly awkward after being caught in the tense and uncomfortable situation, they quickly let go of each other and avert their gaze.

"Your mom doesn't knock?" Jonathan asks finally.

We laugh for the first time this morning.

<3

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[togrowoldinv]

Storms Rolling In

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You have a family tradition when the weather outside gets messy

Note: This is veryyyy soft. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

“Mama?” Your youngest daughter gets Natasha’s attention. She puts down the paperwork she’s working on and looks to her little girl.

“What’s up, buttercup?” She asks.

“I’m not a buttercup,” the little girl replies. “I’m Taylor!”

“Oh! Silly me,” Natasha says, a chuckle escaping her lips. “What’s up, Taylor?”

“It’s getting scary outside,” Taylor answers. The girl crawls into Natasha’s arms. She buries her face in Nat’s chest.

“It’s okay, malyshka. Let’s call Mommy and see if she’s still out. She might get us a special treat, how does that sound?” Natasha says.

She feels a nod against her chest and grabs her phone. Nat clicks on your contact, a photo of you and her from your first date because she loves it, and the line rings.

“Hey babe,” you answer quickly. “What’s up?”

“Well, we were wondering if you’re still at the store,” Natasha answers.

“I actually just left, but I can go back. What do we need?”

Nat pulls the phone away from her face and turns it on speaker. “Taylor, if you want a treat we have to ask Mommy.”

“Oh hello Taylor!” You say into the phone.

“Hi,” comes a small little voice. “It’s storming. Can we get ice cream please?“

“Hmm, I think so yes. Good thing I read your mind and I already bought some,” you tell them.

“Really?” Her voice lights up.

“Oh yeah. Your favorite kind,” you say.

“Yay!” Taylor shouts. She hops off Nat’s lap and is seemingly less worried about the weather at the prospect of ice cream.

“You win for the day,” Natasha says to you.

“I try,” you reply. “I’ll be home in ten, my love.”

“Drive safe, babe.”

Nat hangs up the phone and finishes up her work quickly before you get home.

When you pull in the driveway, she yells up the stairs, “Mom’s home. Come help with groceries! All of you, even you Ivan!”

Your son has a tendency to be ‘in the bathroom’ when the groceries arrive so he can’t help.

Ali trods down the stairs with Belle on her back piggy back style.

“Bad idea, kiddo,” Nat says, but she shakes her head with affection.

Jack follows with Taylor by his side and Ivan is last.

“Last but not least, right?” The boy says. He’s witty and confident, a lot like Natasha.

They all greet you at the car and help unload the groceries.

“Hey there,” you greet your wife. She drops a soft kiss to your lips.

You encourage everyone to move quickly before the rain begins. Just in time, the last bag is brought into the house.

“Hey, not so fast!” You stop the kids from retreating. “Let’s work together and put these away.”

“Why?” Ali groans out.

“Ice cream, that’s why,” you say. None of the kids argue with that reasoning.

So, you all work together and the rain continues outside. Thunder rumbles and the younger kids panic. Luckily the older ones come to their rescue and distract them the best they can.

You and Natasha work on making ice cream bowls for the kids. Casual conversation ensues.

“Did you get your work done?” You ask Nat.

“Yeah, but I need to look back over it. Baby girl distracted me a bit,” Nat admits.

“Of course she did,” you say, laughing at how much Nat gets distracted by the kids.

“How was the store?”

“Boring,” you say. “You better go with me next time.”

“I will,” she says.

Natasha puts whip cream on the ice cream and she sprays some in her mouth in the process.

“Natasha,” you scold her. “We get onto Ivan for doing that all the time!”

“Yeah, but I’m allowed to. I’m the mom,” Nat says. “Plus, he didn’t see it.”

“I did!” Ivan peeps his head in the kitchen. “Which means I get to do it now.”

“No it doesn’t!”

“Come here, Ives!” Nat says at the same time. She stands on her tippy toes and sprays the whip cream in his mouth.

You can’t help but smile at the interaction as he hugs both you and Natasha.

“While you’re here, help us carry these,” you tell him.

The three of you take the ice cream into the living room where the kids have built a fort out of pillows and blankets.

“Can we come in?” You ask. The blankets open and they let you in.

“Ice cream!” Taylor says as you hand her a bowl. “Thanks!”

“Yeah, thanks Moms,” Jack adds.

You all settle in and snuggle under the blankets until the storm passes. You couldn’t ask for a better life.

[wolfpackss]

Second request in a row but this is too cute and I will forget. As I'm snacking on my grapes this morning my 2 toddlers in class(a 1.5 yr old and an almost 2 yr old) are standing there asking "more please" whenever I eat one grape(1 for me then 1 for each of them). It's too stinking cute and I thought I could see Jake with twins asking the pack for bites of their food. 😂😂😂

YES PLEASE 🫣!

I love you

“Jawod, mowe pleese.” You walk into Emily’s living room to see your 18 month old son sitting on his uncle’s lap, waiting for him to feed him more berries. “Momma looks, bewwies!” His twin sister wobbles inside, holding one of Paul’s fingers. Her other tiny hand is holding two small berries, squished berries with how tightly she’s gripping on to them. You hear the door open and close as your husband walks in from Patrol. “Dada!” The twins run towards Jacob as he kneels down and picks them both up. “Hello my loves!” Jacob kisses both their cheeks and cuddles them close. Our daughter pulls away from him and shoved her hand in front of his face. “Look dada, bewwies!” Jacob nods with a big smile on his face. “I see that princess, did uncle Paul give you those?” He rubs her tiny cheek with his palm and she smiles at him as she nods her head, her tiny pigtails on the top bouncing with her movements. You walk over towards Jacob and your daughter and lean up to kiss your husbands cheek. “Missed you” you mumble against his skin. “Momma nooooooo, my dada!” Your daughter launches herself towards her father as he catches her skillfully in his arms. “Yes baby, your dada.” I run my fingers over her forehead, brushing away some hairs that got loose from her pigtails. You look over to where your son is pressed up against his uncle Jared’s chest as they count the berries that are still in his bowl.

Later that night as you are all sitting down for dinner, the twins in their high seats, your son of course next to his super hero uncles as your daughter never lets go of her daddy’s hand. “Mowe pleese.” Your son grins at his uncles at the sight of the beans on Paul’s plate. “You are seriously Jacob’s mini.” Jared ruffles your son’s hair and puts more beans in front of him. “Come on princess, daddy has to eat too.” You try to wriggle her little hand out of Jacob’s hand with no success, she’s gripping it tightly, afraid if she lets go he’ll disappear. “I’m okay babe, I’ll manage” Jacob kisses the side of your head and tries to eat with the hand that’s not in a death grip.

“Dadaaaaa, mommaaaaaa” two little voices can be heard in the middle of the night screaming for you and your husband who is curled up beside you in bed. He lets out a groan as the twins continue to cry. “I’ll go babe, you go back to sleep” he softly kisses your forehead, rubs the sleep out of his eyes and gets out of bed. He shuffles towards the twins’s room, walks in and puts on the light. Your son is standing in his crib, glaring at the closet door as your daughter sniffles behind her blanket, clutching her teddy bear. “What’s wrong?” Jacob sits down near your son and rubs his head. Your daughter crawling over closer to her dad so she can hold his hand. “Montah” your son point towards the closet and wildly shakes his head. “A monster? Oh no! I’ll get the monster spray and we’ll scare the monsters away together ,kay?” Jacob walks to the closet to get the “monster” spray, which just contained water and puts it on the floor. He gets the twins out of bed and slowly walks them over towards the closet. Four little hands grip the bottle as Jacob opens the closet door. The entire bottle gets sprayed into the closet and the twins are squealing with glee. “kay, the monster is gone, now it’s time for sleep, yeah?” Jacob puts the twins into their cribs and kisses their foreheads. “Goodnight my loves” he smiles as he walks to the door.

“Dada?” Your son looks up at his dad,

“Mowe pleese…” and point to his forehead.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Himbo x Seductress Darling

Luirik is a Himbo,he has fluffy white hair,he's a big strong giant,but he's usually a softie and a little shy, he's nice and polite. He's happily married to Darling, who's a mischievous, confident,sexy woman,she usually tease him for being a cute bunny. His cuteness and softness are what drawn him to her in the first place

You may think Darling is the Dom here? Wrong, Luirik is soft and nice but his true face is a possessive,dominant yandere,he can be very scary if he wants to which is what makes Darling loves him more when she finds out,she loves a wolf in sheep's clothing

Now Luirik is punishing his little wife for being such a devious slut, trying to tempt him and make him weak in the knees,he was writing his book you see and she comes in demanding some affection,his strong muscular arms are holding her down as he rails into her,all while Darling is delighted, telling him to go faster and harder

So yeah masochism and brat taming

A/N: Sorry this took so long to answer, college is becoming pretty busy now.

Here's what reader's lingerie looks like if ya'll want visuals:

Your relationship with Luirik is Booktok's dream. You met in a packed bookstore, and the only seat was next to a muscular, white-haired man with shiny blue eyes that drew you in. You asked to sit next to him, and the rest is history. But the best part is Luirik, the wolf in sheep's clothing. On your wedding night, you stripped your clothes thinking he'd be submissive to you during sex. The minute you touched the bed, Luirik tied your hands to the bedpost and railed you into tomorrow. He spoke such possessive words to you, and you liked his switch up from the usual easily flustered author to a dominant man who would never leave or let you go after sex.

Now, you're living with your New York Times Bestseller husband in your quiet suburban house. You're bored, and since you feel like teasing your husband, you pull your best pair of lingerie and change into it. The soft, blue silk slip dress barely covers your butt as you lift your arms to tie a bow around your neck. You spray some perfume and head to Luirik's study. He's hunched over writing a manuscript for his latest book. Only the lamp is on, and a steaming cup of coffee keeps him awake.

"Oh, Luirik~" You coo, leaning over the chair and letting your boobs touch his shoulders.

"Not right now, Hon'. My manuscript is due in six hours, and I have two more pages to go," Luirik says, rubbing your arms.

"Aww, but I'm bored!" You whine, letting your hands wander over his clothed abs.

You feel his body shift, and you know to continue your plan.

"Come on, big guy. Can't you take a break for a little while? Besides, you wanted to see me in this dress so bad. You said I'd look like a princess in it," You tease, getting down on the floor and crawling underneath his desk.

You wiggle your butt a little, revealing your behind.

"Don't I look nice as a princess-"

Before you finish your sentence, Luirik's pants are off, and his cock is in your mouth. You happily suck his cock as he finishes his manuscript. After two and a half hours and multiple rounds of cumming from you both. Luirik stops typing and pulls out cock. You keep wanting to suck it, and he tickles your cheek to make you let go. Cum runs down your mouth, and you slurp it up.

You straddle Luirik, and you sit directly on his cock. It twitches in your pussy, and he holds a hand over his mouth to keep himself from moaning.

"Hey, why don't we do a little bet? Whoever cums first pays for my midnight snack?" You suggest riding him slowly.

"Sure," He moans, playing with your bow.

"Good. I'm glad you can be so submissive to your wife," You playfully whisper into his ear.

"Oh please, I'd totally win this bet," Luirik snickers, activating his competitive and dominating self.

He holds your hips and thrusts faster.

"Are you going to cum, princess? You keep moaning like a naughty princess? Is my spoiled princess going to admit defeat? I'm better than all of your ex-boyfriends aren't I?" Luirik moans, making you cover your mouth so you don't moan. "Don't hold your moans in. You know I don't like it."

Luirik spanks your ass a couple of times, and you give in. You release a guttural moan and cum onto Luirik's lap. Your legs twitch for a while and hang onto your husband's chest. Luirik rubs your back and helps you ride through your orgasm.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for our midnight snack," Luirik whispers, kissing your scalp. "Why don't you clean yourself up, and we'll watch a movie together? By the way, what place do you want to order from?"

"Chili's, please," You pant, weakly lifting yourself off Luirik.

"Don't stress yourself trying to walk, sweetheart. I'll carry you," Luirik says, carrying you princess-style.

He walks to your bedroom and gently places you on the bed. Luirik sets up a pillow to support your back and hands you three pills and a glass of water. He walks off to order food, and you relax.

"I really won, didn't I?" You say, not moving your legs.

[anodeorain]

Secretly in love. Part 1.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Y/N.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI :)

Tags: blood, fluff, slow burning

Notes: There will be a part two hopefully soon enough x

pentru Dumnezeu - for God’s sake. Please let me know, if i translated it wrong!

“No, no, draga mea!”

I cried out, running toward your barely breathing body. Lycans circled around you, biting on your flesh, tearing you apart alive. She could see blood spraying around from your throat as you chocked, not being able to fight against lycans anymore.

I pulled out my claws, making them go through one of lycans huge bodies, throwing it aside. Other monsters started retreating, leaving your now lifeless body. I kneeled down, tears running down my cheeks as I cup your face in my gloved hands, leaning down to press my forehead against your chest.

“Y/N, pentru Dumnezeu, please, stay alive!”

I screamed, shutting my eyes closed as I let tears cover my face.

“Mother!”

I raised my head to look around. It was Bela for sure. No, no! Not my daughters walking out! It’s too cold for them! I picked up your body, holding you close to my chest. Your blood soaked through my white dress but I couldn’t care less about it now. There’s not a single chance I could leave you here to be torn to pieces by those disgusting monsters.

“Mother!”

I turned around, Bela’s voice got closer.

“Mother, wake up!”

Bela shouted.

“Mother! Please!”

Alcina jumps on the bed. Her breath is heavy and she looks around before she sees all three daughters sitting by her side, absolutely terrified. Bela immediately wraps her arms around mother’s neck, tearing up a bit. Lady Dimitrescu wraps her big arm around daughter’s waist, pulling her close as she tries to calm down.

“Mother, what happened? I can hear your heartbeat from over here.”

Cassandra asks and Daniela crawls closer to her Mother. She places her hand on Alcina’s arm, gently caressing it. Cassandra still sits aside, but Alcina can see fear in her golden eyes.

Alcina is still silent. She presses her cheek against Bela’s head, her eyes closed. She feels tears rolling down her pale cheeks. She takes a deep breath as she looks around the chamber. She can hardly focus her vision so she closes her eyes again and lets herself rest against Bela’s body.

It takes her few minutes before Alcina pulls away and smiles slightly at her daughters. She brushes her hair behind her ears and wraps a blanket around her chest to make herself more comfortable.

“Thanks, daughters. You may leave now.”

“Are you sure, mother?”

Daniela asks quietly as she looks at her mother worriedly.

“Yes. I feel… better.”

She can’t be weak for too long in front of her daughters. She’s their mother after all and she’s the one who needs to comfort them when they feel bad.

Alcina nods with a soft smile upon her lips. Daughters turn into three swarms of flies, leaving the room to let their mother get some privacy.

Alcina isn’t used to nightmares. She hasn’t have them since Miranda experimented on her. It was the first time in a while and it scared her to death.

It’s been about six months now since Alcina got a new maid, Y/N, from Miranda. Five and a half, to be exact. Just another experiment that went wrong. Alcina almost immediately felt herself falling in love with you.

Those feelings were terrifying for her for the first few months. She’s been hiding them for so long that almost forgot what it felt like. After your appearance she felt her heart warming up again.

She gets up, walking to her vanity to grab a morning cigarette. She’s wearing a long black nightgown that hangs on thin straps on her shoulders. Alcina lights up a cigarette, looks at her own reflection in the mirror and sighs. Seems like wrinkles got more visible or it was just a subdued lighting? Her eyes are red from crying through the nightmare.

It takes her an hour to get read. Lady Dimitrescu did her make up as usual, put her wine-colored lipstick on before walking downstairs. She holds a cigarette in a long elegant holder as she looks around. Alcina puts her imperturbable mask on. There’s no need to show maids and daughters her true emotions.

The main maid greets Lady Dimitrescu in the Dinning Room as soon as she walks in. Olga, the main maid, puts the plates and a bottle of wine on the table before Alcina’s chair and bows down before stepping away. Lady Dimitrescu quietly sits at the table, nodding.

“Thank you, Olga. Is everything alright? You seem worried.”

Alcina asks in a soft tone.

Olga sighs before she speaks.

“My Lady, we ran out of timber this morning. I decided to send Y/N to get some-“

“No. There’s no need to send Y/N.”

“My Lady, but why?”

“I’ve… got work for her. She’s not going out and it’s not negotiable.”

“But-

“Be a dear, Olga, let her know. And send someone else to get some woods. Elena would do just fine.”

Lady Dimitrescu says as she raises an eyebrow. She pours some wine in her goblet, swirling it around before taking a sip. Olga bows down again.

“Will do, My Lady.”

Olga says.

“You’re dismissed now.”

*****

“My Lady, you called?”

“Oh, it’s you, Y/N. Come in.”

Lady Dimitrescu gives you a slight nod, not looking away from her diary. She keeps writing something down as you look around. You’ve never been in her chambers before and actually it looks quite impressive. Every thing in the room is carefully placed on it’s own spot which is a rare thing in the castle since there are three sisters. The size of the bed amused you. It isn’t just a regular sized bed for sure. Lady Dimitrescu is a very tall person, the tallest you’ve ever seen in your life.

Alcina lights up her cigarette, holds it between her pale fingers as she places the pen into the ink bottle and closes her diary, leaving it on top the vanity. She then finally looks at you, smiling slightly. Lady Dimitrescu gets up to walk closer to you. For your surprise, she kneels down in front of you and places her forefinger under your chin, making you look into her golden eyes.

“What did you want me to do, My Lady?”

You ask nervously as she glares at you.

Lady Dimitrescu let’s out a soft chuckle which made your heart beats faster. You look at her pure white teeth framed in wine-colored lips. You feel your palms start to get sweat. The countess looks magnificent when she laughs. Her smile lines also look pretty.

You are terrified by Lady Dimitrescu but you can’t deny the fact that she’s gorgeous. The way she walks, the way she speaks. Everything about her make your heart skip a beat.

“I want you to take a day off and spend it with me, Y/N. Mind joining for a wine private party?”

She asks as she gets up, running her big hand through your hair. You shiver, gasping quietly as you look up at her. Lady Dimitrescu smiles at you, her gloved finger trails down your cheek to your neck as she stares into your eyes. You swallow so hard that she hears it and bursts into laugh.

“My, are you scared of me, little one?”

Alcina teases, her voice changes into husky low tone as she lifts your chin up with her thumb, making you look into her eyes. You shake your head, your mouth is slightly opened.

“N-No, My Lady. It’s just… so unexpected. But how about Elena? I need to help her and-“

“Elena is doing her job. There’s no need of you to join her.”

Alcina cuts you off and turns around to walk to her vanity for another cigarette. She can’t risk your life. She lights it up and sits on the chair, frowning as she puffs her cigarette. You stay there, in the middle of Lady Dimitrescu’s chamber, in complete silence that none of you want to break. You can see Alcina’s nostrils flare as she exhales the smoke through them. She pours some wine in her goblet, sighing.

Alcina is nervous around you and it’s too obvious. You’ve noticed before that Lady Dimitrescu always looks for you around the hall when other maids do their job and then pretends like she is just checking on everyone’s job. Her face expression is always calm but her voice is cold as she speaks sternly to other maids. Except you.

“My Lady, what’s the exact reason you called me here?”

You ask as you keep glaring at Alcina. She stays quiet for few more seconds before she turns around to you on her chair. She shows “come closer” gesture with her forefinger and you step toward her. She keeps looking at you with her golden sparkling eyes, tiny smile appears upon the corner of her lips. You make another step to her and now you can reach her gloved hand.

“Closer, Draga Mea. I don’t bite.”


 Lady Dimitrescu murmurs as she keeps her eyes on you.

‘Yes you do!’

You think to yourself but makes another few steps to her. She smirks, gently taking your wrist in her hand and pulls you closer on her so you can sit on her lap. You gasp to her sudden move. Alcina places her hand around your shoulder and finally takes her huge hat off, placing it aside. You’ve never seen her like this before. Her black curls lay upon her forehead and you reach your hand to her face but she slightly pulls away.

“May I?”

You ask and Alcina closes her eyes but nods. She is nervous and probably even terrified by your actions. But still she accepts it. You reach your hand to her forehead and gently brushed her hair off her face. She sighs before slowly opening her eyes to look at you. You give her a soft smile and she gives you one in return.

“My Lady?”

You ask quietly.

“Yes?”

“Why can’t I go with Elena?”

Lady Dimitrescu frowns and looks away as soon as she hears the question. She sighs, taking her goblet to take a sip of her wine and places it back on the vanity before she speaks.

“The reason is you’re new and you don’t know the outside environment, Y/N. It’s dangerous there.”

Alcina says sternly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I’m afraid there’s no way I will let you go out there anytime soon.”

She continues.

You nod slightly, a smile appears across your lips. Does she care about you? You gently place your small hand on Alcina’s cheek, making your countess shiver. She looks down at you, her eyes sparkle as she is about to cry. After those terrible nightmares she wouldn’t let you out. Lady Dimitrescu wraps her arm around your waist, carefully pulling you closer to her chest as she looks up, holding back her tears. Her chin rests in the top of your head. You stay quiet for a while before Alcina cleans her throat. Her face is now cold and emotionless as always. She puts her hat back on her head and speaks.

“Now take your goblet, finish it and then clean the mess in the bathroom. As soon as you finish your job you may leave.”

“What about the private part-“

You ask but Alcina cuts you off once again.

“Enough talking, Y/N.”

You let out a soft chuckle and nod.

“Yes, My Lady.”

[gtgbabie0]

Could you do something with a more protective jill valentine? like she just gets super jealous at anyone looking at the reader 😯

My girl

{Jill gets Jealous when her girl gets all the attention}

Hope this is okay lovely!! 💕

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If looks could kill let’s just say the entirety of this bar would be practically empty because Jill has done nothing but shot death glares at almost everyone who even tried to flirt their way into a conversation with you. It made her skin crawl with jealousy every time anyone got a little too close.

She hated feeling like this along with the guilt that pinches at her heart, she wants you to enjoy yourself but the way they look at you with their hungry eyes, and how their hands brush against your arms, it drives her insane because you’re hers.

Her hand rests on the top of your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly, “Are you okay?” You ask with the sweetest tone she’s ever heard and it practically melts her heart.

You lean into her, “Yeah I’m alright sweetie” She smiles pressing a kiss to your temple, her hand soothing against your thigh.

The night goes on and her hand doesn’t move as you continue your conversation, giggling whatever you’re talking about, not that Jill is listening far too distracted by the way the other person leans into you, their shoulder bumping into yours.

Jill lets out a sigh once the other person finally leaves to go 'get a drink', “Are you ready to go home yet?” You ask taking her hand from your thigh as you bring it up to your lips pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

She looks at you with an earnest smile, “Was ready a while ago, sweet girl” she mumbles and you smirk at the very obvious annoyance that stains her tone.

“You should have told me, baby, we could’ve left ages ago” You giggle, brushing back some of her hair behind her ear and she doesn’t hesitate to lean into you, peppering kisses against your jaw.

“Let’s go before that fucker comes back” she whispers her lips grazing against your ear and the feeling sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but chuckle sweetly at the hate in her tone.

Jill hated to admit it but she was jealous, she was so insanely jealous of this random person in the bar who was all up in your personal space and she doesn’t want to spend another second here watching as you both get wrapped up in another hour-long conversation.

“Okay,” you smile as she takes your hand guiding you out of the busy bar as quickly as possible to avoid your ‘new best friend’.

It was colder out as the night passed and Jill hands you her coat, her arm wrapped around your waist as you both walk through the empty moonlit streets together with shared laughter.

“Hey! Wait up I forgot to give you my number!” Jill doesn’t know if she wants to punch the person in the face or throw up at how they clearly didn’t understand that you were taken.

So without really thinking she stops, tugging you into her body with haste as she presses her lips against yours in a hungry kiss, it takes you back a little but you soon relax into the warm feeling, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss and as soon as you catch on to what she’s doing you can’t stop the smile that sprays across your lips breaking the kiss.

Her hands are still against either side of your face and you look over Jill’s shoulder watching as the person from the bar walks away, well more so stomps away, and you giggle as she pulls you back into a kiss.

“Someone’s a little jealous” you chuckle as she playfully scoffs at you, her hands still against your warm face.

“You’re mine” she whispers against your lips, “All fucking mine baby” she presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m all yours Jill” you smile, taking her hand as you continue to walk down the street, making your way back to your shared apartment.

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[handsonurknees]

last kiss

din djarin x gn!reader

a/n: just a little preface, i am not a star wars expert i literally watched mando because of pedro and that’s it (don’t kill me) but sorry if anything is inaccurate! also thank you for all of the love on my first post!

(i did not proofread this so i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes)

warnings: mentions of graphic injuries, angst, hurt/no comfort because i’m evil, main character death (yikes)

wc: 1.8k

“let’s go!” you hear cara yell at you, her voice hoarse from shouting over shots and the fire burning just some feet away. your eyes flickered from her and your friends to the injured mandolorian sat against the flipped booth. when she realized what you were thinking, even more panic creeped into her face. “no, no. you can’t. he’ll be okay. we need to go!” she pleads, but your eyes never leave the beskar-clad man. you hear him grunt through the voice modulator and you flinch. you can’t leave him, he can’t die not knowing how you feel.

“she’s right. go, i’ll be alright.” he offers, unconvincingly. you feel tears well up behind your eyes, fighting them back before turning back to the group.

“go. you all go and both of us will catch up. IG, give me the bacta spray, i can do this. i used to be a trained medic.” cara sighs at your attempt at a deal, but clearly worried about running out of time, she turns to the droid beside her.

“do you think the two of them can make it out alive?” she questions.

“more likely than not.” is all the bot says in response. the droid removes a vile from its arm and tosses it to you. “though i should be the one staying, i’m sure she would stay as well anyways. i can confirm her medical history., he is in good hands.” sweat pours down your back due to the warmth of the fire as cara looks at you and the mandolorian, and she realizes deep down she won’t be able to change your mind. you almost think you see a glisten in her eye and a small smile directed at you, but that’s just before she turns around and crawls through the grate as fast as possible, the child in her arms. she won’t say goodbye because this isn’t goodbye. she’ll see the two of you again in only a matter of minutes. you quickly turn to mando, hovering with worry over him.

“i didn’t know you were a medic.” he drowsily says, the effects of his injuries settling in as you begin to move with more haste.

“yes mando. you forget i had a life before i met you.” you respond, swallowing quickly as you uncap the spray. he laughs, and you smile. it’s been a while since you’ve heard him laugh, and even longer since it’s been you who made him laugh. “stay with me, alright? talk to me.” you say like routine, all of your knowledge flooding back to you from when you first learned how to deal with a patient drifting in-and-out of consciousness.

“why did you stay? i told you to go.” he asks genuinely. “i was fine here, peaceful. i’ve always thought that if i were to die i would want to die a warrior’s death.” he continues, voice wavering occasionally. your heart lurches at the idea of him knowing the really reason why you stayed. once the mist is all set up, you look at him, searching for his eyes under his visor.

“you are not dying tonight, mando. that’s why i stayed” you respond, and while it’s not technically a lie, you still feel guilty. that’s when your breath suddenly stops, realizing what you have to do next.

“w-whats wrong?” he questions your hesitation. when you look down at the bacta spray and don’t meet his eyes again, the air shifts in a way that sends shivers down your spine, even while the sweltering heat just feet away from you tickles your face.

“i have to do it to save you.” you whisper, still looking at the spray. “you won’t live much longer if we don’t do it now.” your voice getting hung up on the last word. you both know this is the last chance. part of you screams internally, baffled by how he’s even considering the possibility of not getting the spray. that part burns with white, hot, boiling rage, wondering if you were just going to give up, why did i stay for you? you don’t even ask me to stay and i did. how can you make me watch you die? but before you are able to voice any of this aloud, a gloved hand meets yours and shakily leading you the side of his helmet. “are you sure?” you ask a final time. even though every bone in your body aches to rip that helmet off the second the metal touches your fingers.

“don’t make me s-second guess myself.” he answers dryly. you just nod and carefully remove the helmet with a gentle hiss. slowly revealing the features you’ve been trying to piece together in your brain for months. in the amber glow of the room, you wish to memorize his eyes and his nose and his lips and his cheeks. but instead of studying every ridge and line in his face like you’ve always dreamed of doing, you imagine his face as one you’ve seen one million times. you don’t even flinch when big brown eyes meet yours. as soon as the helmet is off, your hands work quickly. you quickly lift the spray to his head and administer it. a breath escapes you that you hadn’t even know you were holding in. he’s okay. he’s okay is all you can think, the feeling overwhelming you so much that you don’t hear the heavy footfalls behind you, or mando’s failed attempts to shove you out of the way and shouts of ‘get down!’

‘he’s okay’ is all you can think, even when you’re shot by a stormtrooper who wasn’t killed in the shootout. luckily, by you crouched in front of the mandolorian, you blocked him from the view of the trooper. mando instinctively grabbed his blaster and shot a perfect hit into the the gap of the trooper’s armor between his neck and his head. the trooper falls limply to the ground, but all you can focus on is the pain radiating from the new hole in your back. your ears ring and something in you calls out. something that made you suddenly understand what mando meant about being peaceful with dying a warrior’s death. in a strange moment, the two of you are transported back to only moments before, but this time, with the roles reversed.

“dank farrik!” he curses, searching your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. your knees feel weak, giving out in your current squat above the armored man. you fall flush against his chest, eliciting a hoarse cough. your hands press firmly into his chest, pushing yourself up to look him in the eyes. in any other situation, your mind would be completely foggy due to the proximity between you two, but somehow what you want to say is completely clear. he swallows, holding a firm hand over your wound, frantically looking around the room, despite knowing it’s far too late.

“you know, this is not how i expected this to end.” you joke weakly, woozy from the pain. the mandolorian pants, his face drowning in concern at your state. you set a hand on his face, his scruff scratching your palm pleasantly. “it’s alright. this way-“ you wince “you won’t have broken your creed. no living thing will have seen you.” you chuckle, which turns into a cough, followed by the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. he just sits speechless, words failing him. there’s so much he wishes he could say, but shock keeps his mouth shut. you feel the familiar feeling of tears for the umpteenth time that day. your thumb grazes his cheekbone, and he just watches as you fight this losing battle. sadness swells in his heart, a hurt that hasn’t hit him in years. for a person, that is. “i love you.” and you’re unsure if it’s the adrenaline or if it’s your sort of last words, but he snaps back into reality and brings his focus back to you.

“what?” he attempts to confirm, even though he heard you the first time.

“please don’t. i just-“ your tears fall down your face numbly, in steady streams. “i just need you to know that i love you. before i die. i need you to know the real reason i couldn’t leave you behind.” your words stumble out of your mouth quickly, but you know if you don’t say them now, you’ll never have the chance to. his leather covered hands move to hold on to both sides of your face, and he starts to quietly laugh. “what?” you ask, confused.

“i cannot believe that you are telling me this now. this was not supposed to go this way. everything was supposed to be different-“ he continues to dryly laugh “you weren’t supposed to die before i could even-“ he’s cut off by the startling reminder that the room around you that was once just taken up by the warmth of fire feet and feet away from you, is now engulfed in flames. smoke finally begins to fill both of your lungs and the ashes make mando’s eyes water (or at least that’s what he tells himself it is.)

“go. go now. please go find them.” he feels a weight on his shoulders, pulling him into the ground beneath him, holding him in place. he can’t leave you. you stayed for him, he has to stay for you. but his eyes flicker to the grate and how the fire is getting increasingly close to blocking his path. he knows your right, he knows he should go. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” you assure him “just don’t forget me, okay?” and he has to stop himself from guffawing. how in the world could he forget about you? he just breathes shakily, grabbing his helmet.

“i have thought of you every second while we were together, and i will think about you every second we are apart.” he admits with a sort of finality that scorches you. this is the end. in a desperate burst of energy, you slam your lips into his, reveling in every last second. you want to die with his lips being the last thing you feel. not the pain of your wound, not the pain of him leaving, just him. he kisses you back clumsily, making it obvious to you that this is his first kiss. selfishly, you hold on for just a moment longer, then letting him go, letting your hand trace his face one for time before he gets up.

“and for what it’s worth, i love you too.” he says, turning away in a way that shatters your heart. still, even while the live of your life leaves you in the flames, even while your back lets out one final wave of pain, even while taking your last breath, all you can think is;

he’s okay.

[lesbianandstressing]

Hurt

Summary: After a mission, Yelena is hurt and sore due to some unexpected reinforcements. Natasha takes care of her.

A/N: This was requested by @prentgarcialuvr. Thank you for the prompt!

Warnings: depiction of injuries, some blood and minor gore.

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Yelena doesn’t fight Natasha as the redhead helps her out of her suit, starting with her boots and socks. She peels Yelena’s suit off, leaving her in the tank top and boy shorts she wore under the suit.

Bruises and cuts litter her arms and legs. She pulls Yelena’s tank top off, revealing more bruises on her back and torso.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Sit down, yeah?” Natasha murmurs. Yelena nods, sitting at the end of the bed.

Natasha sits next to her, grabbing some ointment and antibacterial spray out of her medical bag.

Yelena hisses when Natasha sprays the bloody wounds on her back. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s ok.” Natasha murmurs. She puts some ointment on the cuts, before wrapping them up with gauze. Yelena turns around, and Natasha takes this opportunity to cup her cheeks, rubbing them softly with her thumbs. “You doing ok, malyshka?” She asks. Yelena nods.

Natasha continues patching her up. Yelena occasionally winces or whimpers at the stinging of the spray, but is quiet otherwise. Natasha finishes up, getting out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for Yelena, and helping her change.

“You’re so quiet, ‘Lena. Are you sure you’re ok?” Natasha asks. “One of the widows didn’t make it. She was injured and we couldn’t save her.” Yelena explains. Natasha’s eyes soften even more. “I’m so sorry, detka. Come here.”

Yelena crawls into Natasha’s arms, snuggling her head into Natasha’s chest. Tears silently leak from her eyes, which Natasha wipes away gently.

Natasha puts on Encanto, Yelena’s favorite disney film. Despite her disdain for the film, she’s willing to watch it, knowing Yelena needs some comfort.

Natasha’s fingers move upwards, undoing the braid that is in Yelena’s hair. The blonde locks she loves so much flow freely. She begins gently massaging Yelena’s scalp, trying to relieve some of the tension. Yelena positively melts at the affection, curling further into her sister’s chest.

Yelena crawls closer to Natasha, positioning herself so she’s laying between Natasha’s legs. Her nose brushes against Natasha’s neck as she curls impossibly closer. It appears as though their bodies have become one.

Natasha throws a blanket over them. She wants Yelena to be as comfortable as possible, despite all her wounds.

Yelena mumbles something that Natasha can’t quite make out. “What was that, little one? I couldn’t hear you.”

“This is my safe place.”

Natasha feels her heart positively melt at the declaration. Her throat clenches up as she tries to hold back tears. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Yelena murmurs. Natasha presses a kiss to her forehead, looking down at her favorite girl in the world.

“Me too, babygirl. Me too.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this one! Feel free to send me prompts!

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Dal′ton-izm

@tourettesdog

Danny should not be trusted with self care and clean up duty, especially if he couldn’t tell the goddamn difference between ectoplasm and blood.

Danny growls down into his arm, struggling a little to keep all the skin more or less together. Damn, he hated getting nastier injuries, it was always a freaking pain... literally and metaphorically. He’s busy using the other arm to fire off ecto-blasts and make shields to block the return fire. Stupid Skulker and his stupid homing missiles. Stupid ghosts destroying any sense of a normal fucking sleeping schedule. Ugh. 

“I will wear you down eventually! And when I do! Then you’re mine!”. 

Could he at least get some new lines? Danny snapping back, “tha oni ‘ay ya be owl ta cah eee ‘ine’ is ‘hen Ine ackin’ as a ‘and ‘ine fah ya!”. That wasn’t his best line and it was probably impossible to understand him, but his arm is in his mouth, so he’s kinda focused on things other than puns right now. 

Skulker sends off another rocket at him, unsurprising. What is at least slightly surprising is that right when Danny puts up another shield Skulker gets shot by what’s borderline a freaking taser. Danny glancing down at a smirking Tuck peeking out around a corner and congratulating himself. Danny making quick work of capturing the ghost after that and landing on the ground with his arm still in his mouth. Sam popping out in a second and pointing at the ground aggressively. 

“You better sit down or so help me”. 

Man they were both always so aggressive about making sure he got patched up as quickly and cleanly as possible. It was both touching and annoying, sometimes he still had ghosts to chase! Or he just wanted to go to bed instead of dealing with being bandaged up or stitched or wiped down. Granted the stitching was usually a little more necessary, like it definitely was right now. 

So he floats himself down to the ground, back against a wall and opening his mouth to let Sam inspect it and get to work doing patch up. 

“Zone Danny, way to really fuck up your arm”.

Danny pouting, “hey blame Skulker, not me. I actually tried to protect myself pretty well I think, it’s not my fault he managed to spear a goddamn grappling hook through my arm”. The guy nearly took his arm off entirely with that shit, dumb jerk. Though that was probably part of the point since the dude wanted trophies and shit, he could absolutely see Skulker freaking mounting his arm on a wall or something. 

Sam sighs, wiping his arm down overly thoroughly, “I know I know, it’s just a pain to clean up this level of damage and I’m allowed to worry about your dumbass; also, nice fang marks”. 

“Worrying about my ass is fair, sitting on this hard ground is gonna make it go numb”. She smacks him over the head for that one before getting to work on the stitching. 

Tuck’s off spraying some of the ecto mess on a wall, that dissolve crap Danny’s folks made works like a freaking charm, like well enough that he’d be legit worried they’re could get away with murder. All three going still for a second at the sound of a hover board, Danny turning him and Sam invisible while Tuck goes and crawls himself under a dumpster. Val/Red doesn’t do more than fly by at least, good. Danny grumbling quietly, “you know, if we didn’t stick around alleyways for cleaned up time, we wouldn’t have to worry about that so much”. 

Tuck crawling himself out, whisper hissing, “dude, we can’t leave your mess everywhere. The other ghosts are one thing, you’re different”. Sam only huffing and working a little more quickly on her stitch work, it looked like she was nearly done at least and fuck is he glad his pain tolerance could solidly kick ass these days. 

Danny whisper hissing back, “I don’t see how? Even if my parents, so called ghost experts, stumbled upon this, how would they even tell my stuff from any persons or ghosts stuff? My folks aren’t nearly thorough enough to take literally millions of samples”. 

Sam pausing a little, “don’t be stupid”.

“I’m not being stupid. Like yes I’m sure stumbling across massive messes and stuff would be very upsetting for the towns folk but people have gotten used to weirder. I mean, I’ve overshadowed Jason, like, eight times now and the guy isn’t even surprised anymore”. 

Tuck, scrubbing the edge of a newspaper stand, chuckles, “okay yeah that guy has terrible luck with you, didn’t you also accidentally set his water heater on fire?”, shaking his head and looking underneath the newspaper stand, “and it’s less about people freaking out and more about them wondering why there’s freaking human blood mixed in with the ecto”. 

Okay now Danny just goddamn confused. Glancing around at what little remained of the mess as well as looking his -slightly messy again- arm over without moving it, “the heck you talking about? Everything’s glowing, why would anyone think any of this was human”. 

“Okay sure, yeah, your human blood glows too but it’s clearly human blood, man”.

“No? It’s not?”. Literally the only difference between ghost ectoplasm and human blood was wether or not it glowed. If his human blood glowed then how would literally anyone know its wasn’t ectoplasm unless they went around sampling literally every drop they could find. Even then if some traces of human blood showed up in an ecto sample it could just be written off as freaking transfer or whatever. 

Sam looks up at him like he’s stupid, while grabbing out the wrapping, her pausing at Danny pretty clearly looking goddamn legit confused. “Danny... are you seriously saying you can’t see a difference between your ‘mess’ and everything else?”; she sounds actually worried about him. 

Well that was concerning, is he not seeing something they are? Because of the half dead thing? Sure, obviously goddamn dying changed his body, like duh, but he’d like to think he didn’t really lose anything a fully living human had. Or maybe it was because of the life long ecto-contamination? Danny shaking his head results in Tuck rubbing towels in some of the mess in different spots and holding it up at him with a head tilt. 

Okay Danny’s going to guess that the towels, or the mess that’s on them anyways, look different to the guy. Still don’t to Danny... “if you’re trying to ask me if I think those towels look different from each other or something, they don’t”, tilting his own head, “how the heck do they look different to you?”.

Tuck drops his arms and the towels right on the ground, fully gapping at him, “dude”.

“Okay now you’re starting to worry me. They’ve both got a glowing mess on them so obviously ecto, the glow is literally the only difference between ecto and blood”.

Sam buries her head in her hands and actually starts laughing, “oh- oh my zone- no, Danny. Oh- ha!”. 

“Sam stop laughing, damn it, you’re gonna make me laugh and this should be serious”, Tuck snickers a little anyways before clearing his throat, “Danny, man, Zone, how can you not tell they’re two completely different colours”. 

Danny blinking owlishly, “what”. Tuck just losing it at that, sitting on his ankles and laughing into his hands. Wait a minute, Danny blurting out, “are you saying I’m fucking colourblind and just didn’t goddamn notice?!!?”. How???

Tuck wheezes a little more while Sam struggles to contain herself and actually clamp Danny’s wrapping in place. Tuck walking over while fiddling on his pda, shoving it in his face, “okay okay, we, ha, should definitely make sure this isn’t a half-dead thing”, wiggling the pda. “So what numbers in the circle?”.

Danny blinks at the screen. Oh damn it, screw him. There’s no damn number at all, he is so totally colour blind. Groaning and rubbing the hand that isn’t attached to an injured arm down his face, “ugh”.

“Well?”.

Danny sighing, “it’s just a circle, dude. Fuck my half life”. Rubbing his face some more as both of them snicker at him mockingly but also clearly in pure goddamn surprise. Well, at least it wasn’t a dead thing. Yay? Dropping his hand and then using it to gesture at the somewhat still there mess, “so all of this doesn’t look all the same?”.

Tuck laughs, shaking his head and then snorting, “no, man. It’s mostly ectoplasm, which is green by the way. But there’s also splatters and swirls of your human blood, which is red”, he chuckles again, “those two colours are about as different as yellow and black”.

Danny winces, okay so it was noticeable. Shit. Sam patting his shoulder, “you’re patched and at least now I know why you suck at cleaning and were always so lax about it. You would be so screwed without us”.

Okay that Danny can’t help laughing at himself, “oh yeah! my blood and ecto mix would have gotten found out in a month!”.

“Try three days, you combative little shit”.

Danny absolutely sticks his tongue out at Sam for that, but watching his two friends get up and start cleaning the area again; occasionally shaking their heads in disbelief or snickering some more. At least they usually didn’t try and make him help since he was usually supposed to be spending his time healing aka not moving around a ton. Tuck actually left him his precious pda so Danny fiddles with it looking up random colourblindness tests.

…

He doesn’t seem to have any other issues but he fails every red/green one horrifically. Even the ‘super easy’ ones. The universe must really goddamn hate him to make him extremely colourblind but literally only to basically his own blood/ecto. Stupid body, stupid eyes. Wait, him blurting out, “holy shit does this mean that Vlad doesn’t have the same eye colour as me?!?”.

Both of them burst out laughing and fall over each other, smacking each other and random things. Tuck wheezing, “NO!”. Sam snickering, “oh that is too good! I mean it’s sad but ho!”.

Danny sticking his arms out to the side, pda cradled in his lap, “but that means we have literally nothing in common physically? Who would want a son that looks zero percent like them?!?!?”. Their laughter only gets louder and eventually he’s laughing again too.

“What is going on here?”.

All three still, still goddamn laughing though because shit you can’t just stop that shit on a dime. Danny snorts, coming up with something on the fly before Red -fuck is her outfit even actually red????- decides to start shooting him, “I, ha, am apparently fucking colour blind and, ha, these two citizens decided to absolutely lay into me for not realsing there was human blood here”.

“I just flew through here! I thought someone got hurt and was looking for them! You jerk!”, she actually sits down on her board, “so this is how I find out that the only other remotely decent sorta coworker in this town can’t tell if something blood or ectoplasm. Zone that’s stupid and I hate it”.

Danny snorting while Sam and Tuck continue making half assed laughter-fuelled attempts to clean. “What? You gonna give me a way to beep you in case I ever stumble upon a mess again?”, and chuckles to himself.

She groans loudly, “i hate that that’s a good idea”. Which makes Danny bark a loud laugh, “oh man is being fucking colour blind what gets Red to stop ridding my ass! Ha!”, clearing his throat and tilting his head at her in a way he hopes looks puppy-like, “is your suit even red? I will whole ass admit to thinking you picked your colour because the ecto blended into it”.

He can tell she’s staring at him, “I’m going to kill you a second time, Phantom”.

“Been there, tried that. Do something more original”.

Red goes from glaring bloody murder at Danny to looking at the teens who’ve basically cleaned everything, meaning that Val won’t realise the RED human blood had been glowing. “Will you two care if I end the town menace?”.

Sam glares but is still too amused for there to be any real bite to it, “this is the funniest shit I’ve ran into all week don’t you dare sully that”. Tuck just giving an agreeing thumbs up while snickering and wiping off a storm drain.

Red sighing, “that’s fair”, pointing aggressively at Danny, “it is red and ectoplasm does not blend in, zone I hate you”, gesturing at random bits of wall and ground, “now is there an injured person or not?”.

All three shaking their heads immediately, Tuck giving the crappy excuse of, “bad nose bleed plus sudden ghosts plus face-planting into a wall. I’m fine”.

Red scowl could be heard in her voice, “good, now I’m going to bed”, her moving to fly off with a grumbled, “my suit was supposed to remind him and the town of my human blood, stupid ghost jerk”.

Okay fine that is hilarious, eventually Tuck comes over and gives him a high five, “congrats on not getting shot”. Sam shakes her head, “I’m more impressed she’s chilled out even remotely”, pointing at both boys, “but you know that excuse will never work again, right?”.

Danny blinking and smirking, “so what you’re saying is I should start being super cautious and just constantly send photos of murky liquid for a colour check?”.

“As much as I have no problem with you filling my phone with gore, I don’t want the cops to one day question me about that”.

Tuck elbows her, “eh I can set up a fully secure time deletion. Start lowkey stealing all snapchats users after I release it on the masses”.

Danny stretching and swatting Tuck one, “that sounds like you’re attempting to take over the world big brother eye in the sky style”.

“I totally could”.

Sam rolling her eyes, “I don’t even disagree”, her glancing around before nodding to herself, “looks like we’ve dealt with everything. How’s the arm?”.

Danny gives the limb a shake before grinning, “healed as fast as ever. And no seepage on the bandages so no, you don’t need to redo it”.

She puts her hands on her hips, “i don’t think you should ever be the judge of that. But fine, I guess it looks fine. Meaning we should get outta here before someone changes their mind”.

“Yeah yeah yeah”, rubbing his neck, glancing around, and changing back human. Eyeing his arm for changes and shrugging when he doesn’t see any olive murky liquid, “is my blood always a weird mix of colours?”.

Tuck patting his shoulder as they all begin to move out of the alley, “yeah, hence why we always try to hide you or cover it all the time. Did you just think we were being weirdos?”.

Danny rubbing his neck and glancing around, “I mean, yeah? More overprotective than weird”. They both shake their heads and chuckle at him and his generally stupidity.

In the future Danny did absolutely become just as cautious of others seeing his blood as his friends were, much to their relief and amusement.

End.

Prompt: Danny is red-green colorblind. This never caused him much trouble before the accident, but now, well... It would have been nice to know beforehand that his blood was the wrong color.

[okay-j-hannah]

You Give Them Neck Kisses

Preference

Characters: Loki, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Warnings:

Request: “What do you think about Loki, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black reacting to neck kisses and a good massage (when they're stressed and tired)? I love my boys 💜💜💜💜 But It's okay if you don't want to write it cause that request is overused 😅” Anon

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Loki

The sky of Asgard was painted with rich colors – swirling masses of black and blue. Stars dotted the surface as if a paintbrush flecked the canvas with a white spray. A galaxy could be seen in the distance, clouds of rose gold whirling in an imaginative pattern.

(Y/N) stood against the marble balcony, draped in emerald silks, and waiting for a meteor shower. Or her prince.

The bedroom door creaked open, and a dramatic groan of exhaustion came forth.

Loki walked in already removing his royal garments. Shoulder pads, arm braces, capes, and armor, until he was down to his pants and a light tunic. “The courtroom is abominable.”

(Y/N) slowly turned from the art gallery sky to watch him crash on the bed. He bounced on the mattress as he covered his face with his hands. He groaned again.

“Was it?” She was amused by his dramatics.

He held out one of his hands to call her over, moaning, “I need you.”

She took careful steps, “With all your moaning and groaning, I’m tempted not to help you.”

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“You’re being fussy.”

“When have I ever been known to fuss?”

She laughed under her breath, beginning to crawl over the bed, “You are the fussiest prince I know.” She straddled his torso, brushing back his hair, “My poor baby.”

He looked on the brink of scolding her for the teasing, but he stopped, instead taking her hand and kissing the palm of it. She shut her mouth – clearly he was more exhausted than she thought.

After a moment of silence she put both hands into his hair, raking her fingers through the dark strands to his scalp. She massaged there, a spark of warmth seeping into her stomach to see him close his eyes at the feeling.

He let out a low groan, less whiney now and more out of relief. “Delightful, my love.”

She went further, bending down to kiss his temple, slow and full. He sighed heavy and it made her smile.

“My tired baby,” she whispered, lightly kissing down his face and to his jaw all the while massaging his scalp. “Just need a little love.”

She kissed beneath his jaw harder than his cheek, open mouthed and nipping. She sucked until another groan was drawn from him.

“What was that?” she said with a wicked grin.

He lifted a finger to her lips, shushing her, “Don’t stop.” He opened his eyes to take in her beautiful face, almost pleading when he added, “Please.”

Remus

The common room was toasty with the fire smoldering low. The only two still awake and occupying the space was (Y/N) and Remus. Him sitting on the red velvet couch and her sitting on the ground beside his legs.

His fingers were down by her head, playing with a strand of her hair.

“What am I to do with James and Sirius?” he asked, thinking aloud.

(Y/N) closed the chapter of Herbology she was supposed to be reading for homework. “You mean about their ploy to steal the House Cup out of Slughorn’s office?”

“They’re going to get into some real trouble.”

“You can’t control everything they do,” she mused, turning to rest her chin on his knee. He looked stressed and tired, as if a full moon was approaching. But she knew they were at the start of a new moon cycle and out of danger.

“I was made a Prefect for a reason,” he said quietly, “They think me the reasonable one.”

(Y/N) stood and rounded the couch, “You need to work on your worrying.” She leaned over to wrap her arms around his neck, “We’re supposed to be enjoying the evening together.”

“You’re right,” he said, lifting a hand to grab her arm. He closed his eyes and leaned back into her, “You’re always right.”

“Precisely,” she said, snuggling her head against his, eyeing a sweet spot below his ear. “And I know just the right way to stop you worrying.”

“Hm?” he hummed. He was already mesmerized with her movements, feeling his skin tingle where her lips spoke against his ear.

She ran the tip of her nose down his ear and latched her lips to just below it. Remus opened his mouth with an audible intake of breath. It made her smile as she pressed tender, lingering kisses to his skin.

“Bet you can’t think of anything now,” she murmured, nudging his head to the side. Remus gave in instantly, exposing the rest of his neck with an eager moan.

She trailed a line of wet kisses down his neck and to his shoulder. He was making wonderful, delectable sounds as she settled just above his collarbone.

“What were we talking about earlier?” she questioned, sucking on his skin and then running her tongue over it to soften the hurt.

He sounded breathless when he said, “I don’t know.”

“Good,” she whispered, “Only think of me. Only think about how this feels.” And she took his chin, pulling his face to hers. He was flushed by the time she kissed him on the lips.

Sirius

“Thomas Thornton asked me to go with him on the next Hogsmeade trip.”

Sirius, already exhausted from a day filled with two detentions and Snape managing to trip him during a duel, wasn’t in the mood to listen to his long-standing crush discuss possible dates with other boys.

He had a dark shadow over his face, his eyes almost black. There was a visible tension taking over him that (Y/N) didn’t see when he first entered the room.

His fists were clenched, and his jaw set when he replied, “What did you say?”

She looked at him tersely, “That I’d think about it.”

Sirius nodded, staring her down. It was rather unsettling to see him so stressed.

“Are you all right, Sirius?” she asked, “You don’t look well.”

He swallowed, “Just had a long day.” And he ran a hand down his face and around his neck, rubbing the ache there.

She looked concerned, “Why don’t you sit down,” she gestured to the nearby armchair. “Relax.”

Sirius took a deep breath and did as he was told, slouching in the chair. He put two fingers to the bridge of his nose but was suddenly jolted by the feeling of (Y/N)’s hands on his shoulders, massaging the tense knots.

“What happened today?” she asked sincerely.

He blinked a few times, “Nothing I want to talk about.” He finally closed his eyes at the relief by her hands, lulling his head down and groaning, “That feels good.”

The rasp of his voice sent a flurry of heat through her body, prompting her to keep going – do something more.

She licked her lips, leaning down to be near his ear, “I don’t want to go to Hogsmeade with Thomas Thornton.”

He mumbled his confusion, too focused on her fingers, “Then why didn’t you tell him that?”

“Because,” her lips were practically against his cheek, “I was waiting for someone else to ask me first.”

He opened his eyes in slight surprise, though didn’t want to move and ruin the moment. He felt her lips against his skin, tentative and sweet, and it was doing things to him. He moved his cheek towards her mouth, giving her the hint.

And she took it, placing a chaste, hot kiss there.

He tried to control his voice, leaning to the side to give her more access to his neck, “Oh? And who might that be, I wonder.”

She was still being shy, pressing another small kiss lower on his neck, speaking low and tickling his skin, “You can’t be that dense.”

Sirius laughed low and deep in his chest, loving the heat of her lips on him. And when she plucked the courage to plant a heavy, suffocating kiss along his pulse, Sirius let out a growl, reaching for her arms and pulling her into the chair.

She sat on his lap, flushed as she found the lust in his eyes. He grabbed her chin, “I won’t ask you until you kiss me properly.”

And of course she did.

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[sad-zombie-boy]

I’ve been wanting to get back into writing for a while and Outlast Trials have given me some inspo. This will be starting mid story about how my trials oc lost his leg, plus some extra. It takes place in Grind the Bad Apples.

Tw for violence

"Left behind by my goddamn teammates with that bitch behind me. No one had even bothered to help me up after the grinder knocked me over," Al thinks, now soaked to the bone. Just as he returns to his feet, he's shoved back down. Left spluttering as the nasty ride water enters his mouth and nose. A large, gloved hand grabs his ankle before he can attempt to get up. 

"Give him the goose grease, Daddy!" Gooseberry shouts as she plunges the drill into his right calf. Al cries out in pain; he can feel the spinning drill tearing at muscle.  He attempts to crawl away, only for the woman to drag him closer by the drill in his leg. Swinging his left leg to make it difficult for her to grab, his eyes land on a brick just out of reach. Determined not to die, he fights back the bile burning his throat. If he could just grab this brick he could escape, he could survive. Black creeps into his vision at the sound and feel of the still-rotating drill tearing through his flesh when he lunges. As his fingers brush against it he's pulled back once more. Grabbing onto the ledge just outside of the water to attempt distance from Gooseberry. The combination of the spinning drill and the tugging caused it to drag down his calf, further tearing it. Growing lightheaded from the pain and unable to take a deep breath, Al begins to panic. Water clouds his vision as with each move splashes more into his face. 

"It's best to just let him finish." Gooseberry's voice is sickly sweet, almost mockingly so. Steeling himself for the pain, Al lunges forward again. The coppery scent of blood fills his nose as the drill continues to rip his leg. His eyes threaten to roll back, and his vision goes black momentarily. A sense of relief washes through him as his fingers wrap around the brick; he almost can't believe it. With no time to waste, he twists his body, chucking it full force into Mother Gooseberry's face. 

"Nasty little brat!" she hollers, pulling the drill out of Al's leg as she stumbles back. Quickly, Al plunges the adrenaline into his arm. The drug allowed him to ignore the pain enough to get up and run. The TVs all around showed the shuttle countdown; he had 40 seconds to make it back. 

He does so with 5 seconds to spare, grabbing the bottle near the shuttle.

"You motherfuckers, you left me to die!" He screams as he grabs his closest teammate by the front of his shirt. All three were surprised to see him alive. Still hopped up on the adrenaline, Al punches him in the jaw. Another teammate attempts to grab him, but he smashes the bottle he grabbed across the woman's head. This causes her to stumble and trip over a shuttle chair. Burying the jagged remains into the neck of the man he was holding. Closing his eyes as the warm blood sprays on his face. As it's pulled out, the man grasps his neck, gurgling as he distances himself from Al's rampage. The second woman wraps her arms around him in an attempt to restrain him. Enraged he jerks his head back hard enough to break her nose. Grabbing her arm to pull her back to throw a punch. The pain in his leg comes back as the adrenaline begins to fade. His leg buckles, and unable to stand any longer he drags the woman to the floor with him. Using the momentum of her fall to bury the bottle into her stomach. Before he can do any more damage, smoke fills the shuttle, leaving everyone inside unconscious. 

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𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ jonathan, nancy, and (y/n) spend the night at the wheeler’s—recovering from their traumatic experiences

warnings ❧ female!reader, shit writing, mentions of blood, mentions of trauma

word count ❧ 1.7k

additional notes ❧ none ´･ᴗ･`

I take a step back, unable to tear my eyes away from the horrific scene in front of me. The creature, the man with no face, hunched over the deer's remains. It rips into the deer's soft flesh, devouring the insides as blood sprays everywhere. The brutality of the attack causes me to draw in a shocked gasp, my stomach churning in revulsion at the sight.

As I back away, gradually decreasing the distance between me and the creature, I accidentally step on a fallen tree branch, causing a loud snap to ring through the woods. My body freezes, terrified, as I wait for the thing to turn its attention towards me.

Immediately, the creature whips it's head around facing directly at me, at least I think. My eyes widen in shock and panic begins to wash over me, my heart pounding in my chest.

I don't waste another second, before I'm running as fast as my legs can take me.

"Nancy?!" I yell frantically into the thick, dark forest, hoping desperately that someone would answer my call. But, I'm met with only silence.

"Jonathan?" I cry out again, spinning all around, in hopes of spotting them, but the dense haze and floating particles makes everything so hard to see.

"This cannot be happening..." I whisper, feeling desperation and fear surge through me.

Suddenly I hear them, "(Y/n)?!"

Nancy.

"(Y/n), we're right here!"

Jonathan.

"Guys!!?" I cry again, "I'm here, I'm right here!"

"Just follow my voice!"

Just as I'm turning around, I see the creature once more, it's face covered in drool and poised to attack. Before I can react, it opens its mouth, releasing a loud screech in my direction. The sound causes my stomach to twist and my blood to run cold.

I let out a blood-curdling scream before running behind a thick tree in attempt to save myself. I listen as the creature stalks past the tree, my heavy breathing and racing heart sending me in a panic as I become convinced that the creature can hear my every move. I feel my muscles ache with tension as I remain silent and still, waiting for the moment that thing is far enough away for me to safely make my next move.

"(Y/n)! Follow my voice!!" Nancy's voice faintly yells.

I make a desperate run for safety, heading furiously toward the muffled cries of Nancy and Jonathan, who I know are nearby. I reach the tree where I originally crawled through and without hesitation I throw my crowbar through. Then I  throw myself down to my hands and knees, immediately beginning to frantically crawl through the narrow opening, all in attempt to escape the terrifying creature.

I blindly reach out, and someone takes my hand. Then I reach out my other arm and someone else grabs that one too. I feel myself being pulled through the slimy opening, dropping to the ground with a thud. Nancy and Jonathan rush over and both pull my into a desperate hug. I cling onto them as tears flow down my cheeks, my body wracked with sobs as the two of them hold me closely.

"It's okay."

"We're right here."

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Nancy had handed me a towel and now, wrapped in its warmth, we all sit silently on her bed. Our gazes flicker to the ground, unable to meet one another's eyes for fear of what we've just seen. And so, we sit there, not saying a word, processing the traumatic events, the only sound being the soft rustling of the towel around my shoulders.

"Why don't you shower off, (Y/n)?" Nancy says softly, breaking the silence, "It might make you feel better." She adds with a shaky smile and I nod. So, she stands up to grab me some clean clothes.

With Nancy off getting me some dry clothes and Jonathan making up our sleeping arrangements, I look out the window, my eyes scanning the ground cautiously. In the midst of my search, my eyes land on a blob of familiar brown hair, causing me to blink a couple times. Once I regain my composure, I notice the blob is no longer there, and I wonder whether I was hallucinating or if there really was something outside.

After Nancy gives me clean clothes, I head to the bathroom down the hallway and hesitantly lock the door behind me. Once inside, I begin to slowly peel off the slime-covered clothes that are clinging to my body. When the sticky mess is removed, I hop into the hot shower. I wash away the grime, but not the images of the creature, which flash through my mind, causes my breath the become ragged and my heart to pound. I quickly turn off the tap, and get out of the shower, getting dressed before heading back to Nancy's room.

As I walk into the room, they both look up, greeting me with sympathetic eyes.

"Better?" Jonathan asks, laying a sleeping bag on the ground.

"Yeah..." I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself, "Yeah, I think so."

"Do you want to go home or stay here—"

"I just..." I cut Nancy off, "I just don't want to be alone." I say sitting down on Nancy bed, my hair dripping onto the back of my shirt, "Do you?"

"No, uh..." Nancy starts, "No."

"I don't." Jonathan whispers, still crouched on the ground.

I nod slightly in response, then climb into bed with Nancy, who's sitting there patiently. Glancing over at Jonathan, who is tucking himself into the sleeping bag, gun in hand, I close my eyes and lean back against the pillow. However, despite my attempts to ease my mind and body, I open my eyes and let them restlessly wander around the ceiling. And the images of the creature flood into my consciousness. My body grows tense and I struggle to get comfortable in bed, unable to chase the horrific memories away.

"Can you just come up here?" Nancy hesitantly asks Jonathan after the moment of silence.

I hear rustling of the sleeping bag before a quiet, "Yeah." Escapes Jonathan's lips.

He climbs in the bed next to Nancy, her being in the middle, and places the gun in between them. Another moment of silence comes between us as we all lie there in bed together.

"Do you want the lights off, or—" Jonathan starts.

"On." Nancy and I whisper at the same time.

"Yeah." Jonathan whispers, "You know, it... it can't get us in here." He adds facing the two of us.

"We don't know that." Nancy says softly, with a worried expression.

"Yeah... we don't."

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The next morning,  Nancy and I quietly sit criss-cross opposite of each other as we flip through different books, searching for answers on that thing we found in the woods. I'm about to flip the page when I hear Jonathan grunt, sitting up, still clearly exhausted.

"Oh..." He whispers, scooting over to sit next to Nancy, "Hey." He says leaning over her shoulder to look at her book.

"Hey." Nancy and I respond softly, not looking up from our books.

"Sorry, Jonathan" I apologize for waking him, "We couldn't sleep."

"I figured." He responds glancing at me.

"Every time I close my eyes, I just..." Nancy starts, "Keep seeing that thing."

"Wherever I was, that place... I think that it lives there." I say, remembering last night, "It was feeding there. Feeding on that deer."

"That means that if..." Nancy inhales deeply, "Will and Barbra..." She trails off, her eyes slightly watering.

Jonathan notices her watery eyes and scoots even closer, "Hey. My mom said she talked to Will." He says in attempt to reassure the girl, "If he's alive, there's a chance Barbra is, too."

"That means that she's trapped..." Nancy replies frantically, turning towards Jonathan with a distressed look on her face, "In that place."

"We have to find it again." Nancy concludes.

"You guys wanna go back out there?" Jonathan asks me and Nancy.

"Maybe we don't have to." I say, catching the attention of both teens, "When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer. Meaning it's a predator, right?" I ask for confirmation.

"Right." Nancy and Jonathan reply.

"And it seems to hunt at night, like a... a lion or coyote." I say showing the two, the book I had been previously looking at, "But it doesn't hunt in packs like them. It's always alone like..."

"Like a bear." Nancy finishes with a nod, "And remember at Steve's, when Barb cut herself?" Nancy adds onto my conclusion, "And then, last night, the deer..."

"It was bleeding too." I say, putting the pieces together.

"One sec." Nancy flips through the book she was previously looking at, stopping on the page about sharks, "Sharks can detect blood in one part per million. That's one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter mile away." Nancy finishes, glancing at Jonathan and I.

"So you're saying it can detect blood?" Jonathan asks.

"It's just a theory." Nancy confirms softly.

"We could test it..." I suggest and Nancy nods slightly.

"But if it works..." Jonathan starts, worried.

"At least we'll know it's coming." I whisper, and we all stare at each other with nervous eyes.

A second later the doorknob to Nancy's room violently rattles causing all three of us to jump. My heart jumps to my throat and I immediately grab my heart. Glancing over, I notice that Nancy and Jonathan have their hands desperately clasped together.

"Honey, are you up?" I hear Mrs. Wheeler on the other side.

We all let out a relieved sigh.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm getting dressed." Nancy replies quickly.

"I uh, made some blueberry pancakes" Mrs. Wheeler says through the door.

"I'll be down in a second." Nancy responds again with a sigh.

Nancy and Jonathan glance down to notice their that their hands are clasped together tightly, quickly realizing their mistake. Feeling slightly awkward after being caught in the tense and uncomfortable situation, they quickly let go of each other and avert their gaze.

"Your mom doesn't knock?" Jonathan asks finally.

We laugh for the first time this morning.

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9. somethin' special.

The next morning, She sits on the bathroom floor, contemplating the last twelve hours of her life.

Rod talked her into going back inside the club and after her third shot, she doesn't remember anything. She got so drunk that she actually passed out and woke up in her bed with her dress still on.

She'd pulled it off and basically crawled all the way in the bathroom. Her stomach is in the tightest and most queasy knot ever. The constant dry heaving is kicking her ass. It's a good thing she was off today.

"Tyler," she called out, as loud as her sore throat can bear.

"Tylerrrr!!” She smacks the door all the way open and glares at Stevie.

"Girl, why are you on the floor? And where's your clothes?" She throws her hands up and shrugs.

She leaves out and comes back with a tank top and some shorts, sits them on the counter, before helping Stevie up off the floor. She slowly gets dressed.

"What happened last night?"

"Oh girl, you had a good ass time. You threw them shots back like a madwoman! Rod was hyping your goofy ass up, too."

She opens her medicine cabinet and pulls out the aspirin. "Let's go this way, before I fall down."

She grabs a hold of Stevie's arm and they head into her room.

She falls back on her bed and pulls the pillow over her face.

"Did you have sex last night?" She asks.

She snatches the pillow away from her face.

"No."

Tyler jerks her head back. "Why so sassy?"

"I wanted nothing more than to have sex on my birthday and he turned me down."

"You were off your ass. Of course, he turned you down." She squints her eyes at her. "I can see if y'all had sex before, but you ain't never had no dick and he was just calmin' your horny ass down, before you did something you was gon' regret, later."

Stevie shrugs, grabbing the water off her nightstand, unscrewing the cap on it, before popping two aspirin and chugging half the bottle.

"All I know is, he got me waiting this long, it better be worth it."

"Oh, I'm sure it is."

She sits in her computer chair and finishes typing the last couple of sentences for her report.

She got so carried away last night that she almost forgot that it was due by the end of today.

And yes, while everyone is done with the semester and enjoying the summertime, Stevie had to be extra as hell and take a summer course. But on the plus side, it only lasts for five weeks.

"Annnd.... done!" She hits submit in the bottom right corner and shuts her computer down. She pushes away from the table and walks towards the nightstand and grabs her ringing phone.

"Hello," she sings.

"You sound happy." Rod's voice comes through,making her chuckle and stare out the window, watching the sun start to set. "Is that for me?"

"Mmmm.... nah. I just finished my report way ahead of time, and I'm glad about it."

"Wow, it's like that?"

"Yup,” she pops her lips for emphasis.

"Damn, I had something special planned for you, too." She rolls her eyes.

"No you didn't."

"I ain't never lied to you, shorty." She sucks her teeth.

"Rod, don't play with me."

"Aight." The line goes dead. She pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at it crazily.

"Did he ju—" she stares at her phone, closes it and opens it back, her thumb reaching for that first digit, before he's calling again.

I let it ring twice, before holding it up to her ear. His deep laughter fills the silence.

"Still think I'm playin' witchu?"

"Yo ass better be on the way to come get me, I know that much."

"I got you, babygirl." She hangs up, this time.

Quickly pulling the oversized T-shirt over her head, she heads towards the pile of clothes and pulls out the soft pink crop top that Tyler bought for her birthday, along with her favorite pair of jean shorts, they made her butt look fantastic.

She pulls out her brown sandals and applies a coat of strawberry flavored gloss to her lips, before sneaking into Tyler's room. She grabs a bottle of perfume off her dresser and sprays it in front of herself, taking in the whiff.

"Hm... smells like sin." She sprays a little bit on her neck, chest, wrists and legs. She sits it down and heads downstairs. 

She gets to the bottom of the staircase and there's two knocks on the door. She smirks and takes her time, walking across the floor.

Pulling the door open, Rod stands ready to greet her with a mirrored expression and a tulip, to her surprise. 

Her eyes darted between the smug look on his face and the pretty flower. Her lips curl up into a smile.

"You tryna butter me up, huh?"

He laughs, before linking their fingers together and pulling her almost all the way out of the door.

"Wait, I need my key." She backs up towards the counter and grabs it, heads back out, this time closing and locking it behind her.

Opening the passenger door of his Jeep for her, he helps her inside. She sits inside and twirls the flowers between her fingers, watching how the orange hue from the sky hits the petals.

Rod rounds the car and starts it up. He glances at her, smiling to himself. She doesn't know how adorable she is to him.

Pulling out of her driveway, he starts the journey back to his place. Stevie shifts in her seat and admires his side profile, like always. She even reaches out to play with his growing beard.

He caresses the side of her hand, absentmindedly turning her on, even more than she already is.

She pulls away, only for his hand to follow and land on her thigh. He gives a squeeze for appreciation.

She hums to herself, laying her head on the seat. Coming to a red light, he turns and catches her gaze.

The same hue that shines on her flower, flows gracefully over her face and the chain that he bought her.

Facing the road just in time to see the light turn green, he continues down the road for a few minutes, before turning into his driveway. He hops out and rounds the car to open her door and help her down.

A comfortable silence falls over them as they walk the short distance to his front door. Unlocking it, he allows her to go in first.

"So... what's the someth— mm." His lips find hers, as her back becomes one with the wall beside the door. He tugs on her bottom lip and pulls away.

"I'm sure you know." Picking her up, he carries her towards the stairs. Her eyes follow the rose petals on each step and she melts right in his arms.

"Oh my gosh."

Setting her back on her feet, he pushes his bedroom door open and she lets out a gasp. He takes her hand and they follow the even bigger trail of roses to his bed. The whiff of lavender hits her nose, as she looks around at the candles that somewhat litter his dresser.

Her back hits his soft gray comforter. He kneels at the end of the bed and removes her sandals, before kissing her feet. She sits up and giggles, scooting away from him.

"Come back, babygirl." He pulls her back by her legs.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, again. He slides his hand between her legs and fidgets with the button on her shorts.

She reaches forward and grips his shirt, beginning to pull it away from his body. He raises his arms, and she tosses the shirt. He does the same with her shorts.

His large hands push her back on the bed, while his lips trail kisses from her thighs to the hem of her crop top. Her nails graze against the nape of his neck.

"You smell so good..." he pulls the material up, revealing her breasts. He grunts, before covering her left nipple with his wet mouth. She wraps her legs around his waist and lets out a whimper.

"Mmm," the stir in the pit of her stomach grows stronger. Her back bends away from the bed, but is quickly pushed back down. He repeats the action to her right nipple.

"That feels so good." His lips leave her chest and he hovers over her. She grazes her nails down his chestnut hued abs, ending at the loop on his jeans. She gives it a tug.

He taps her thigh and she removes herself from his waist. He stands from the bed and rids himself of his jeans, revealing his impressive girth to her.

Her mouth shamelessly drops open. Her eyes darted to his and back down, below his waist. He chuckles and climbs back between her legs, hooking a finger onto the thin band of her panties.

Pulling them away from her waist, he wastes no time and sloppily dives in. Her shaky fingers find the back of his head, pulling him in closer.

"Oh shit.. ohhh shit," his tongue works against her bud, until her body shakes and she cries out, reaching her first peak of the night.

But, this time, he continues to slurp away at her.

"B-baby— wait!" She scoots back and he follows. His hands wrap around her thighs, keeping her in place. She squeezes her eyes shut, and lets out a squeal.

"Unh! I'm gonna c-cum! Oh fuckkk!" She grabs the sides of his face and grinds against his mouth. He moans at her taste, making the knot in her stomach tighten.

"Fuck!" letting out the prettiest moan he's ever heard her make, she falls back on the bed and crosses her legs. Her chest rapidly rises and falls.

He reaches across her and grabs a condom, before dropping his boxers. She opens her eyes and catches another glimpse of what's about to attempt to fit inside of her.

Rolling it onto his length, he pulls her up to fully remove her shirt. Her legs find their way back around his waist, and his hands come up to caress her cheek.

"I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Okay." She places her tiny hands on his broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact.

He pushes into her slowly, groaning at how unbelievably tight she is. Her eyes widened for a second, before snapping shut.

A hiss flies out. Her lips part slightly, letting small whimpers escape.

She feels an uncomfortable pressure, biting down on her lip and breathes through her nose.

He slides all the way in, before pulling out and repeating the action.

"Are you okay, baby?" His eyes wander over her face. She nods, keeping her lip tucked between her teeth.

He continues stroking at a slow pace, making sure she's comfortable and allowing her to get used to his size. Her hands move towards his chest.

Her left leg is now perched on his hip, as the pain and pressure starts to fade, becoming replaced by what she's been waiting to feel.

Her moans fill his ear, causing a smile to break out on his lips. Her eyes flutter closed. He leans down to brush the hair away from her neck and places kisses there.

"Oh my God," she moans just above a whisper, "just like that."

Picking up his pace, he begins to grind hips into hers. She grips his back and small gasps leave her mouth. A tingle shoots through her, causing her back to arch underneath him.

"How does it feel, babygirl?" Her eyes open up again, hazily staring into his. Her mouth opens, but her words are stuck in her chest.

"S-so goo— unh," his length brushes against a spot that makes her eyes roll back. He kisses her parted lips.

"That's the spot? Right here?" One hand grabs a fistful of the covers, while the other scratches at his back. Her moans grow louder.

"Yes...yesss," continuing to hit her spot, he presses his body against hers. Her nub starts swelling as she squeezes him, involuntarily.

"Shit... you feel so good, babygirl." He sloppily kisses her, tangling his tongue with hers. Her breathing becomes labored.

She pulls away and tosses her head deep into the pillows. Her hands push at his chest, as her peak gets closer. Increasing his strokes, his hips begin to slam into hers.

"Ohh my— fuck! I'm gonna cum, baby!"

His grunts and her moans mix. Her heavy breathing turns into panting as her vision goes blurry, her chest caving in.

"Oh my God... right there... don't st–stop! Don't stop!" His hand grips her neck, making her look at him.

"Let it go, mama."

Her brows furrow deeply, pupils dilate. The jolt of pleasure that runs through her body makes her see white. Her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks.

He continues to grind into her, until her hands push at his waist. She covers her face and lets out a heavy sigh.

"Just.... give me a minute," she says, breathlessly.

He presses kisses on the hand that's covering her face, before grabbing her other hand and doing the same.

"That was.... wow."

He chuckles and buries his face into her neck.

"I'm glad, I could make you feel good." Humming, she throws her arm over his shoulder.

"That's definitely an understatement." He nips at her skin and pulls away, bringing his attention back to her face. 

She giggles and places a peck on his lips. "Do it again." 

He raises an eyebrow.

"Do what, again?"

"Make me feel good." The innocence in her smile makes him dive back into her, causing her lips to part and let out his new favorite sounds.

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