#oliver wood x male reader

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Oliver wood x FtM! Reader

request: dysphoria comfort ends with reader in Oliver’s hoodie. Either snuggled against Oliver’s Hoodie or flying on a broom with him

You were having a rough day to say the least, Snape had deadnamed you(albeit you knew it was an accident as he cut himself off then corrected what he said), and you got a pretty nasty mark on a test, and you were just feeling dysphoric since you woke up. You spent most of the day hunched over, not really speaking not trusting that you sounded masculine enough.

you were out of classes for the day and were planning on just spending the time under your your duvet, but oliver having realized your mood had a different idea.

Oliver approached you, carefully wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Hello love” you turned your head towards him before gently placing your head on him muttering a quiet ‘hi.’ “I was thinking before dinner we could head out and take a ride around the field, you up for it?” You thought about it for a moment before finally nodding, “As long as I don’t have to leave your side.” He smiled at you, a blush seeming to creep onto your face. “ You won’t have to leave my side pretty boy, or do anything but hold onto to me for that matter.” You hid your face in his chest, your cheeks felt as if they were on fire from the petname, it filled you with a sense of euphoria.

He started to walk towards to the quidditch pitch guiding you with him, before stoping. “what’re you doing?” You laughed out as he started pulling off the hoodie he was wearing. “Don’t want you getting cold” he said as he passed the hoodie to you, waiting for you to put it on before finally continuing to the pitch. A blush crept onto his face as he looked over at you, adoring the way his hoodie looked on the boy of dreams.

When you both got to the locker room he made quick work of grabbing his broom before grabbing your hand to walk you both out so you actually get to the flying part. He sat on the broom before motioning for you to get on. This wasn’t your first time flying with Oliver, you were quite used to it at this point. Usually whenever you both needed the other time was spent on his broom just forgetting about other problems and being together.

Your arms hugged his middle as you put your head on his shoulder. Your grip tightening just a little as he took off both of you enjoying the view and each other company. He wasn’t going fast so he’d be able to speak to you, then he finally broke the silence. “How are you feelin’ today love?” you had this conversation with him before, but that didn’t make it easier. “Ehh not the greatest” your mind wandered back to the problems you were thinking about earlier your chest seeming to stick out more than you wanted it to, causing you to pull your chest off of him. He had already picked up on the signs, knowing what was happening. “I’m sorry pretty boy, is there anything I can do to make it better?” Your cheeks flushed, as you thought for a moment before answering, “You already are making it better Oli.”

“I’m glad to hear that, handsome” the blush on your face deepening as you allowed yourself to relax back into him. By the time you both got off his broom, it was time for dinner, and you were actually feeling up to it. You were getting ready to pull his hoodie off when he stopped you. “Keep it a little longer, you look really cute in my clothes baby.” You hid your face in your hands, muttering a ‘shut up’ to the brunette boy in front of you. He laughed pulling you into his embrace, while kissing your head, “nope, you can’t make me.”

[slytherweasley]

Concussion (Oliver Wood x reader)

Warnings: smut, oral male receiving, swearing

Summary: Oliver gets knocked out after being thrown off his broom by a Slytherin. You stay by his side but his concussion makes him irritable. He’s in so much pain you decide to take care of him.

Oliver lays on the hospital bed still knocked out after being thrown off his broom by a Slytherin at todays game. You sit by his side rubbing his scalp trying to soothe him in hope he will awaken. You were frozen in fear as you watched him fall, you couldn’t get up to see if he was okay until others from the crowd assured you he was alive.

Slowly Oliver’s eyes begin to open, his team mates are also here to show support for their captain. He groans in pain and Madam Pomfrey rushes to his aid. Once the team had given him their best wishes she sent them off so he could have some space.

You stayed by his side the whole time, you tried to cheer him up in every way you could think but he was short with you. “Oli, do you want me to go?” You ask softly “No stay” he says holding your hand firmly “i am in a lot of pain so I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings it’s not my intention” “I know, it’s okay” he reaches up slightly but you meet him with a kiss.

Madam Pomfrey releases him from the hospital wing and gives you everything you need as well as instructions on how to take care of him. He refuses to be wheeled in a wheelchair so you put your arm around him and let him lean on you as you walk to his dorm.

Oliver is well liked which is why it wasn’t a surprise that everyone wanted to talk to him but you tried to get him to his dorm as quick and safely as possible. You finally get him there and into bed “thank you darling” he kisses your forehead as you stack pillows behind him.

Once he is comfortable you organise his meds and everything he needs. “Darling?” He asks “Yes, Oli?” “Can you come cuddle? It will help my pain.”

He makes some space for you and you get into bed with him and try to adjust the pillows but he hits his head on the bed post “fuck” he yells “shit, baby I’m so sorry” you gently rub his head “stop. Just stop” he yells. “I’m sorry, I failed at everything” you mumble “I know you’re trying to help and you’re doing a great job, it’s just these pain meds are only doing so much.”

He pulls you into a hug “you didn’t fail at this, you could never fail at comforting me.” Something about the way he assured you created a solution to help him feel better.

You let go of the hug “I promise I won’t fuck this up” you say “fuck what up?” He asks as you lift his shirt up halfway pressing kisses down his stomach. Your fingers slide into his pants and start to palm him over his underwear “fuck darling” he groans as you feel him getting hard underneath your touch.

Your hand slip underneath his underwear as you begin to jerk him off slowly “feels good” he assures you “I love it when you touch me like this.”

You stop jerking him off to get rid of his pants and underwear letting his dick free. Your spit on his dick letting your saliva run down the base down to his balls “Oh darling, you are going to be the death of me.”

Your lips wrap around the head and you start sucking and swirling your tongue around the head tasting his precum and letting out a moan. Slowly you begin moving further down until your nose hits his mound. Oliver’s moans become louder and needier which makes you incredibly wet but you focus solely on Oliver.

Your hands massage his balls, he goes wild every time you pay attention to his balls. “Fuck darling, that’s it.” You start to move faster on his dick your eyes start to water and drool goes down your chin, you can hear the sounds coming from the back of your throat that Oliver is obsessed with.

“So good for me darling, I’m so close” this prompts you to do everything you can to keep going. “Fuck, I’m really close, you got to pull out if you don’t want me cumming down your throat” he warns but that’s what you want.

“Ah so good darling” he says as he cums in your mouth. You swallow and gently remove your mouth from his dick. “Thank you” he kisses your forehead “so much better than pain meds, do you need me to repay you?” He asks as you help him out his boxers on “No, it’s about you my love, I’ll manage as long as you are okay.”

You lay down carefully beside him facing him with your lips almost touching, he wraps his arms around you. “I don’t deserve you” he mumbles against your lips “yes you do” you close your eyes and lazily kiss him.

[reallyromealone]

Title: fae love

Fandom: none

Characters: original character (orc), reader

Fic type: nsfw, story

Pairings: orc x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, nsfw, smut, reader has some description, boy pussy term used, reader is a fae, chaotic reader

Notes: I thought I posted this but I didn't, this is super indulgent, and yeah. Normally this would go through Patreon first but I'm feeling kind

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(name) smiled as he was carried by the giant orc that was his mate, a towering ten feet tall to (name) 's five feet four inches, the pretty fae kissing the orc's olive cheek sweetly as they went back to their farm, a sweet little farm in the woods outside of town "I told you no more fires in non agreed fireplaces" he said gruffly to (name) who just smiled "you're the one who chose to become fated mates with me~"

The Orc sighed, looking at the gold ring on (name) 's finger and the wedding necklace, indeed he chose (name) for marriage, he did love his chaotic husband.

(Name) often treated his husband like a jungle gym, the tiny fae usually resting on his shoulder as he went about things and used his magic for various tasks "My love, please... You're awful at cooking" he swatted (name)s hand away when (name) tried to help by adding flower petals to the stew "but they make the stew look magical ~!" Was (name) 's reasoning as he watched the other stir the rabbit and vegetable soup "I added extra (vegetable), magical enough?" The orc gently kissed the other calf, tusks grazing (name) 's flesh, and (name) giggled "You romantic~"

(Name) always sat in his husband's lap when they ate and spoke about their days, (name) in the woods building little homes for the mouse village as they wanted to expand--- thankfully their building supplies were primarily popsicle sticks, the Orc gladly letting his love do that, especially since the mouse folk traded for mushrooms and herbs they find, it also kept (name) from causing mischief amongst the fae wilds, the two living outside the fae wild portal ring and often seeing passerbys that (name) would prank (read: setting their shoes on fire).

It was always a serene affair.

Well for (name).

When bedtime came, (name) carefully took off his jewelry as did his husband, removing any makeup for the night against the candlelight "Oh..." (Name) whispered as he felt his love's large hards easily spread his legs, rubbing the inside of his thighs "been energetic these days, causing problems..." The orc said as (name) leaned into his broad chest and felt the other large cock against his ass "Have no output for this energy..." (Name) said back breathlessly as he already imagined the sweet stretch of the other cock "need something... Big to help me relax" he cooed and grinned impishly when his large husband tossed him on the giant bed, something they invested in long ago.

The orc pulled down his pants, large girthy cock erect and heavy, a deep red tip that slowly turned green "pretty.." fourteen inches that (name) couldn't help but feel giddy as he crawled to the other and gently took the others cock in his hands, kissing the tip sweetly as he stroked the shaft with both hands, taking the tip into his mouth as he gently placed his hands on his abdomen and a womb tattoo appeared, already using magic to keep his body intact so the other could fill him fully, essentially an infinity spell to not kill him.

The taste of pre-cum made (name) hazy, fae pre-cum and the likes were aphrodisiacs, (name) 's eyes heavy as the effects of the tattoo began "Gonna take me well... Always do" the orc grumbled as he watched (name) stroke him off and trying to take him but sadly he just couldn't fit him in, not without using magic to warp his body.

And last time that happened it was horrific when he let (name) do the magic using.

Jaw unhinging and face distorting...the poor orc couldn't look at his husband the same for a week.

"Lemme see that ass" (name) let himself be manhandled into his husband's hold, upside down as he held onto the other cock while being held in the air, letting out a shaky breath when he felt his loves tongue lick from his balls to his ass and circling his hot tongue around the rim as (name) shakily stroked the orcs cock as his husband's long tongue went down to curl around (name)s cock, average in size but tiny to the massive orc who felt the aphrodisiac affects himself as his large fingers pushed into (name)s ass.

(Name) Whined and moaned as he felt himself fall apart, clinging onto the other's cock like a lifeline as his ass was finger fucked and his cock licked methodically "Please... Need it..." He needed that itch scratched, yelping when his husband smacked his ass "Behave" the other grunted as his tusks scraped (name)s lower ass cheeks.

(Name) Was manhandled onto his back, for a moment he felt giddy thinking he was getting the other big cock but let out a loud cry as his husband's index middle and ring finger fucked his ass aggressively, veins showing up on the orc's arms as he fucked as hard as he could against (name)s prostate as (name) climaxed hard but the other continued fucking through his climax, watching intensely.

He could barely muster words, the two having a safe word as their sessions got... Intense so the mewls of "stop" and "I can't!" Fell on deaf ears as the orc grinned at his lover's fucked out expression as he slowly pulled his wet fingers out "Your little ass-pussy is ready... You good there baby boy?" He asked as (name) whined "please..." (Name) Begged as he let his husband kiss him slowly, lining his giant cock to (name)s poor entrance and pushing in, shushing his whined at the sensation. no matter how many times they did it, it still stung as the orc slowly bottomed out.

"You did so good, my love" the orc soothed him as he let (name) adjust, no matter how much prep the sweet face needed to adjust for a few minutes as his body twitched helplessly "Big..." (Name) Whined as he felt his husband kiss stray tears.

The two stayed like this for a few moments before (name) gave the ok and the other slowly began thrusting, pushing out to the tip and pushing in, with each thrust he slowly picked up speed. "Oh! Fuck!" (Name) Gasped as he felt the other's balls slap against his ass, hips bruising as he was fucked like a doll.

"More!"

"Yes!"

"O-oh!"

Climaxes and moans, scratches and bites were all the things that (name) got and gave as his legs stretched with a slight burn, riding his beloved as his wings stretched out, previously hidden with magic as a harsh climax rolled through and the dust from his wings lifting them slightly "yes! Fuck me with that cock!" (Name) Scratched down the other's chest as he developed more fae features, unable to keep his magic back.

"Gonna cum in that pretty hole, take it all!" (Name) Collapsed as he was stuffed, stomach bulging as his husband filled his belly with cum.

"There... Keep you from setting trees on fire for a few days..."

[odinsonslut]

Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n:  I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm. 

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated. 

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued. 

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself. 

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

-

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention. 

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms 

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

-

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.  

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through 

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond. 

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise  I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.” 

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand. 

End

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[thebadboyfanclub]

The Lover Of The Seven Kingdoms (Tywin x Reader)

First of all, I’m sorry but you cannot tell me anything when it comes to Tom hiddleston being the perfect young Tywin Lannister. Second, I love writing morally grey female characters and I wrote grant maester pycelle and mushroom in cause I wanted to show how a lot of male historians portray women in one way cause it’s just easier.

The lover of the seven Kingdoms” grant maester Pycelle had used as a description of (y/n) Martell, the second wife of Tywin Lannister, the symbol of femininity for a plethora of men in kings Landing, the mother of lord Ezra Lannister and lady Asena, the scandalous twins and one of the few bastards that later became legitimate and inherited Lannisport, then they had three more, lady Nymeria, Lady Zara and Lord Sorin, (y/n) was the secret passion of Tywin since she stepped foot at court, she was to be Joanna’s lady in waiting.

Her appearance was one carved by the Gods, long dark raven hair that curled down to her waist, olive skin, and almost black eyes, her lips thick, and a body as juicy as the fruits of her land, her twin brother Dorian had sent her to Kings landing as a way to show respect and also expand her horizons.

“Princess (Y/n) had relations with one of the bastards of house Dayne when she denied him the man gutted himself in front of her, Doran sends her away to avoid more scandals caused by her lustful appetite”

Mushroom note, Joanna liked her, she was smart and endearing, and she knew how to play her part, however, what Joanna had not taken in mind is that (y/n) stopped at nothing to get what she wants, in this case, it was the young Tywin Lannister, the tall man with muscles everywhere, blue eyes and blonde hair was the subject of desire for a plethora of ladies, none of them had the guts to go after him, (y/n) was not like them, she had her eyes set and the game had begun.

“My lord”

(Y/n) called for Tywin, the hour was quite late but Tywin was the hand of the king, the hour did not matter when they were things he needed to pay attention to, papers to be signed and payments to be settled.

(Y/n) had studied his schedule, Joanna was already in bed and Tywin was free, most of the servants were dismissed so they were no prowling eyes to catch her.

Tywin halted and turned to look at the girl that called for him, she wore a rather sheer dress which was unlikely of hers, Dornish people were always costumed to very light choices in clothing, still, this was a step further, if the candles burned a bit brighter Tywin would have been able to see… well everything.

“Princess (y/n), is there something wrong?”

“No, not exactly, I was hoping to talk to you, in private”

Tywin hesitated, (y/n) was just outside her chamber, she was holding the door open which meant that her choice of privacy was her room, still, curiosity about what it could be that needed to be discussed in such a secretive way was enough for his feet to go one and then the other inside.

(Y/n) closed the door before she spun to rest her back on the wood, a smirk playing on her lips as her plan was going smoother than she expected, the room was decorated in cherry red and gold colors, some orange as well and the intense smell of vanilla and musk took over Tywins senses.

“So, I would prefer it if you started talking”

“Do you like being the hand of the king?”

“You summoned me to ask me if you like my occupation?”

“No, I summoned you because I have a pair of eyes, eyes clear enough to see that something has been bothering you”

“Well I am flattered that the princess cares to ask for my well-being, however, I must go”

“You can’t lie to me Tywin, if it’s not your duty then it has something to do with me, you have been avoiding me, you can’t even look me in the eye”

Tywin once again chose to not speak he only made a b line for the door to which (y/n) was resting, she had managed to think of everything down to reaching for the handle when he did, making their hands touch, Tywin did not pull his away, he let it rest on top of hers as he towered over her and she looked up at him with doe eyes.

“Is it me, my lord? It is my presence that is bothering you?”

“No”

“No? You are breathing quite heavily, your eyes travel below my lips, and… dare I say you could have moved me if you truly wanted to, no one is here, my lord, you can confess to me”

“(Y/n)-“

“Go on, confess”

Her voice was barely above a whisper as she gawked at Tywin with lustful eyes with a hint of innocence, she had done this before, Tywin was a mere puppet, a bug that got caught in the spiders' web and was now waiting to experience her poisonous bite.

Her kiss could be described as venom, it made his entire body feel like it was burning and her touch was the only remedy, his addiction started and ended with her, he had been fantasizing about her every night, haunting him like a succubus and stealing the life out of him, at an instant he forgot everything, his wife, his status, his entire life would crumble if someone were to find them, none of it mattered, all that he cared about was to see her, take her.

He took her right on her window, some servants had even reported that they could see the young princess bareback as her moans grew some attention, alas none of them thought something of it, most of the castle had seen a generous amount of men go in and out of (y/n)s chamber at all hours of the night.

Tywin was in utter awe with (y/n), he almost felt like he would faint as he reached his high, it was the only time Tywin considered that (y/n) was a practitioner of dark magic. No other woman had held such power over him in this act.

“My lion”

She had whispered in his ear before she kissed him,(Y/n) was the perfect lover, every night he would slip from his chamber and knock on her door, she would be waiting for him, take him up to the sky, and wrap him with her fire that burned as bright as dragon fire.

Tywin was entirely himself around her, she allowed him to be in control and gave him the euphoric theatrics of prowling on her, which made (y/n) giggle a little, it was refreshing and borderline hilarious to move the strings in the background while Tywin thought he was moving them only because she let him touch them.

“I have exciting news”

“Which is?”

“Princess (y/n) is pregnant, how lovely would it be if we get to marry our children? We could secure Dorne and bind my friendship with her”

“We will do no such thing”

“Tywin, think about it if we-“

“You are forgetting an important thing Joanna, the princess is not married, who knows who the father of that bastard is, my child will not marry anyone of such low status”

What else could he have said? We can’t marry them cause they are siblings? Joanna would be crushed, Tywin had run to her chamber that night, not even bothering to knock as he burst into the room startling her, still once she laid her eyes on him she smiled, she dared to smile as if nothing has happened.

“How dare you announce your pregnancy without even telling me first”

“I thought you had noticed”

“No, I hadn’t and Joanna wants to marry your child with one of our children”

“I am sure we will find a way around it”

“Find a way around it? How are you so calm when the world is crumbling on your feet? You are not married nor betrothed, this child will be declared a bastard”

“This child will be my firstborn, a child created by you and me if you remember, that is all that matters to me”

“Not to the rest of the realm”

“I do not care about the rest of the realm Tywin, that is your problem, it will be royalty in Dorne, I do not care what they call my child here”

“Some said she bathed in goats blood every full moon, she would burn candles and speak in foreign languages to make Tywin stay by her side”

Mushroom claimed, it could be true or just whispers since no one understood the powerful hold that she had on the young lord, Tywin was a fearsome man, calculated and ambitious, yet (y/n) could sway him in any direction she wished with a bat of an eyelash.

It was such a peculiar moment, (y/n) gave birth to twins four moons after her lady Joanna, Ezra and Asena, both of them had their fathers' eyes, sapphires that shined in the light of the sun as (y/n) fed them from her breasts, Tywin had held Asena first, she looked nothing like Cersei still something in him knew that the two girls were born to be each others nemesis, fate had played him like a fiddle.

“I was thinking of going back to Dorne”

“Why?”

“My brother said it is not safe for us, people will talk and I do not want my children to grow up in a venomous environment”

“No, no you will stay, Ezra and Asena Hill has a nice ring to it”

“They are Martells, my love, they shall be called that”

(Y/n) was not ashamed of her children, on the contrary, she adored them and kept them by her side at all times, she taught them how to walk, talk, sing, and dance, a endearing mother with a backbone made of Valyrian steel, a combination made straight out of the seven rings of hell.

“Push, my lady”

“I can’t, (y/n) please make it stop”

“Maester, what is taking so long?”

“The babe has breached, it will not let me pull it out”

“It hurts (y/n)”

“I know, my lady, just one more push”

Joanna fought tooth and nail to survive, unfortunately, her labor did not harvest any fruit for her, the son survived but Lady Joanna did not even get to hold him, grant Maester pycelle held Tyrion and presented him to lord Tywin who was utterly disgusted by the ugly creature.

“That is no son of mine, throw him in the river”

“You will do no such thing”

“This matter does not concern you, princess”

“It does, you may be excused maester”

Pycelle only nodded and left them alone, a strange aura surrounded both of them, Joanna was gone, a deformed babe had taken her life, and (y/n)s belly was ready to pop any minute, what was to be done now?

“Does cruelty excite you?”

“Cersei and Jaime are both healthy and Lannister featured, that… thing could not have been created by me”

“It was not the babes' fault, so I have to remind you that you are also guilty of the thing you are accusing a dead woman of?”

Tywin was a man but that meant little to nothing, if Tyrion was a bastard then there was no difference between him and (y/n)s children, Tywin was in no place to frown upon such an act since he was having another child on the way, a bastard.

“Listen to me, my love, I know you loved Joanna and I loved her too, but the babe survived, it’s the last thing we have from her, grief is a strong emotion, but we have each other to lean on, don’t you want this for us Tywin? for me?”

There it was, her secret weapon, that sweet voice that dripped of honey and the big doe eyes, she knew how to play the damsel in distress down to every detail, Tywin put his lips in before he shook his head in defeat, his wife had departed but his mistress stood before him, demanding a place at his table and life, which he was willing to give her.

-

Cersei was frantic, the announcement of her father's betrothal to the princess (y/n) and the reaffirmation of her bastard children had brought her to an utmost stage of rage that she was going around her room like a hurricane, she was throwing things and cursing as loud as her lungs allowed it.

How could he do this to her? To her family? That woman had slithered her way into their life like a snake and was now feasting over her mother's dead body, this was just plain disrespectful to her mother.

Tywin found Cerseis handmaidens outside her chamber as the sounds that came from it could put to shame any wild animal, the ladies looked frightened and not one of them dared to go in, however, all of them tried to warn him in leaving the lady be, suggesting that this has probably happened before.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Get out”

“Young lady I advise you-“

“Shut up! I don’t want to listen to you! How could you marry her?! How could you do this to my mother?”

That was the last thing she said before a harsh slap landed on Cerseis's cheek, the girl was taken back by the act since her father had never hit her, he would discipline her but mostly by raising his voice or finding peculiar tricks of punishment, for Tywin to get physical with his daughter meant that she had gone too far.

“You do not get to judge my decisions, you will welcome your brother and sisters and you will be nice to my wife whether you like it or not, did I make myself clear?”

Silence only looks that could kill were exchanged

“Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes Father”

“My love?”

(Y/n) walked into the room, she had heard everything although she chose to reside in the act of being clueless, Tywin had turned away from his daughter and walked to his soon-to-be wife’s side, his hand found hers and brought it up to his lips, (y/n) smiled fondly before she scanned the room with her eyes, a puzzled look on her face as the room was upside down.

“What has happened? Is the young lady alright? The handmaidens were stuttering when I asked about the noises”

“Yes, no need to worry, my dear, Cersei was just redecorating”

“Oh, well if she wishes I can help with that”

“No, no, Cersei is quite specific, she prefers doing things her way, hence this scenery, we should live her”

“As the young lioness wishes, but before we leave”

(Y/n) took a few steps so she can stand ahead of Cersei, Cersei truly felt like a lioness, one that was trapped in a cage to be exact, as much as Cersei wanted to believe she could outsmart anyone (y/n) had years up on the horse, so naturally she was now trotting past Cersei with her caring smile and eyes that lit up, Cersei was left to looking like a kid that threw a tantrum whilst (y/n) looked like a mother that did her best to keep the peace.

“I know you are angry at me, I would be too, I will not try to be your mother, I do however hope that one day you will view me as your ally or your friend even”

(Y/n) went to caress Cerseis cheek which Cersei flinched away from that earned her a cold hard stare from her father, (y/n) only bit her lip in defeat, then it was replaced by a smile of hope, (y/n) genuinely wanted things to go as smooth as possible, to keep all of Joanna's children close to her, it was the least she could do she wasn’t a complete monster, as much as Cersei liked to think of her as one.

“Perhaps it’s too soon, I am asking way too much of you, I hope you have a great day, sweetling”

“Put everything back in its place, now”

Tywin instructed in a stern voice before they exited the chamber that Hurricane Cersei was occupying, Tywin was sure that she would throw something at the door once it was closed and he stood correct when a loud bang was heard.

“She is a young girl that lost her mother, having an attitude with me is inevitable”

“Cersei is not a normal young girl, she has a superiority complex over everyone, our children will not interact with her yet”

“That won’t be a problem, Asena is not… fond of Cersei either”

“I wonder why, let us not think of Cersei right now, it is time for Nymeria to be fed”

“See how beautiful it sounds when it rolls off the tongue? And you wanted to name her Lydia”

Since this babe was the first legitimate child of Tywin and (y/n) he had the suggestion of picking the name of the beloved girl, on the contrary (y/n) was not budging, she was adamant on naming her daughter after the biggest warrior queen Dorne has ever known, her precious Nymeria.

“The princess never wanted to marry lord Tywin, she was far more interested in keeping their relationship private, howbeit Lord Tywin was too consumed by his emotions for her to consider the fact that the princess could have been wed, she simply chose not to”

Grant maester Pycelle added when asked about their wedding. (Y/n) did not care about her children being legitimate or owning land, Dorne was her home, her brother had congratulated her on the birth of her twins and even offered to have them in Dorne, and her family was delighted by (y/n) bringing forth new heirs for the Martells, it was only Tywin that wanted to make it official, to let everyone know that the princess was now cloaked by the lion, her life as the lady of the rock had begun and Dorne had entered a land that they never really thought of earning.

“In a day you will be my wife, therefore, my children’s good mother, I expect them to treat you as such”

“I do not, Tywin they are in mourning, you cannot expect them to make it easy for me”

“I am not dimly witted my dearest, I know they will have some thoughts over our marriage, albeit I will make sure they keep it to themselves”

Requests are open!

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[bucketsofmonsters]

Vows - Part 4 (Final Part)

cw: nightmares, consentual blood drinking, oral sex, vaginal sex, polyamory, self-destructive tendencies

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 6k

Vows Masterlist

You had another nightmare that night.

It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, although you supposed it was still about vampires. 

Rook was on the floor. A jagged piece of wood had been thrust through his chest.

The splinters from it were embedded in your hand, drawing out your own blood, it seeping down your arm. 

Images flashed through your mind as you saw it. 

Vivian in his lap, blood soaking into her dress. 

Oliver begging for more, pulling Rook closer as some of his precious blood escaped the vampire’s mouth. 

Rook didn’t bleed. He’d been completely impaled and yet he lay, dry. The only blood on him was yours, dripping down your arm. 

You felt a wetness on your face, tears making their way down your cheeks. As you moved to wipe them you found that they ran red. 

You fell to your knees, shaking the man in front of you, pleading with him. 

“Wake up, please wake up,” you cried and yet there he lay. He looked like he’d been dead for weeks. His eyes hadn’t looked dead before, not really, you realized with a jolt. 

They may have been foggy and distant but they were full of life. 

Now they were dead, empty and boring into you, unblinking.

Something jostled you, the room swaying under your feet. 

You grabbed onto Rook, his lifeless form. Your hand drew back immediately, sickened by the thought that you’d reached for him for comfort after being the reason he lay there, lifeless. 

A distant voice echoed through your head. 

“Wake up. Come on, wake up, you’re alright.”

Your eyes shot open. 

Rook was sitting over you, concern written across his face. His hands were cold and his eyes were as distant as ever but there he was, alive. 

You wrapped your arms around him without a second thought, holding on as tight as you could, like you were afraid he might slip away. 

He pulled you into his chest, his hand holding the back of your head as he whispered comforting words. 

You could barely hear them. Guilt was eating you alive. He was sitting here comforting you and he had no idea what you were, what you’d come here to do. 

He had no idea what you’d dreamed of.

This was all fake. No matter how much pretend you played, you were enemies. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. 

You needed to find something. He couldn’t be fully good, your family couldn’t be composed of people who would hurt… what? Creatures who were just trying their best. 

If they’d told you to come here and kill him you would’ve done it. He’d be lying on the floor, just like in your dream. 

He couldn’t be this good. You needed him to not be this good. 

“I think you should drink from me.”

You blurted it out without really thinking. You weren’t certain why you said it. Maybe you wanted to sink back into that trust, that feeling of being not in control but still safe. Maybe you wanted him to attack you, to dispel this awful realization that had been slowly sinking in. 

You watched him shift the second the words left your mouth, the slow comfort he’d been giving you fade away as his body went stiff.

“Why?”

The word was strained. He pulled away from you, looking like he’d been slapped. 

“Do I need a reason?”

“I think you need to go.”

Oliver was waking on the other side of the bed and you noticed Vivian was snuggled into his side. As Rook got more agitated they started to stir. 

“I don’t understand what I did.” You winced at how unsteady your voice sounded. 

“I never should have let you in here. This has gone too far.” He ran his hands frantically through his hair, refusing to look you in the eye. 

He was practically shouting and Vivian and Oliver snapped into action. 

Vivian started to pull you out of the room, although the last thing you wanted to do right now was leave. Your thoughts were racing, desperately attempting to find what you’d done. 

He’d been fine. You couldn’t imagine what could’ve made him react like this. Oliver and Vivian knew him better than you did and even they seemed thrown. 

Vivian rested a reassuring hand on your arm. “I’m sorry I pulled you out of there, it just seemed like a bad situation.”

“It’s fine.” You knew she could tell that your mind was elsewhere. 

She tried her best to reassure you. “I’m sure it’s nothing about you, something is up with him.”

Oliver practically threw the door to the room open, it crashing against the wall. 

“What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s been weird and dodgy lately and now this? Unacceptable. He won’t even agree to talk to you. You didn’t even do anything, let alone something that would merit this tantrum! No, hold on, I’m gonna go argue with him again, I can’t fucking believe this shit.”

The images from your dream flashed through your mind and you shook your head. “Maybe he’s right.”

“Bullshit! Come on, we are going to set this straight.”

Oliver pulled you up and back towards Rook’s room and you didn’t have the heart to stop him. 

When you’d first come here, you would’ve killed him in a heartbeat. If you’d had the chance, if you’d felt cornered, there was a real chance he would be dead right now. 

He’d welcomed you in and what had you given him in return. The kindest thing you’d given him were lies.

You’d played pretend. For what? For a chance to feel safe? And after all you’d done, he’d given you that. Given you safety and comfort and his trust. 

This had gone too far. You had to tell him. He deserved to know he had a monster living under his roof. 

His head was buried in his hands when Oliver pulled you back into the room, a frantic energy entering his eyes the second he saw you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snapped.

He was right.

You spoke quietly, knowing what you needed to do. “Oliver, I think you should go.”

He made a noise in protest but you gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile and with a final squeeze of your hand, he left the two of you alone.

You didn’t even get the chance to speak before he snapped at you again. “I think I was wrong, I think you should leave.”

“Rook, please, I-”

“Was I not clear? You should leave.”

“No, I have to tell you something,” you pleaded with him, needing to get this off your chest, although you weren’t sure if it was for his sake or for yours.

He rolled his eyes. “What, are you finally going to come clean, tell me that you’re a vampire hunter?”

He knew.

Everything here, it had been a lie. From you, from him, it was all fake. He’d probably been trying to get you under his spell, thought he could control you.

Could you blame him? You certainly weren’t guilt-free in this mess. 

He started to pace the room, the calm, in control Rook you were used to nowhere to be seen. 

“I had you pegged every step of the way and somehow you still fucked it all up! How did you…”

As he shouted, moving closer to you as he screamed you pulled out your knife, the adrenaline flooding through your body leaving you to fall back on years and years of training.  

“You think I won’t do it?” you asked, knowing the second you did that you never could. 

“You’re not running. You know I won’t hurt you, you’re not an idiot. Are you going to hurt me? God, you probably are. This was so fucking stupid.”

He really thought you’d do it.

A few days earlier and he would’ve been right. 

He got even closer, finally standing with the edge of the knife pressed against his neck. He could probably feel how much you were shaking. 

“Do it,” he said. “If you’re so convinced I’m evil, if you really hate me that much.”

“Stop it. Please, just stop it,” you cried as you tried to pull the knife away but he reached out and held it there.

He refused to draw back, keeping the knife pressed firmly to his throat. 

You did the only thing you could do. You turned on your heels, dropped the knife, and ran. 

You sprinted, out to the front door, out through his gardens, just away. 

You didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to get out of there. To stop yourself from causing any more damage. To never have to see their faces again

You ran and you ran. You refused to let your legs stop moving. You needed to be far from here, farther than you could ever carry yourself. 

You didn’t even feel the cold of the night digging into your skin, eating away at you.

At some point you may have gotten turned around, you weren’t sure. It was hard to know anything anymore, your mind sending you into a blind panic

Eventually, your legs could carry you no further, giving out underneath you. 

You just stared up at the sky, roots digging into your back where you’d collapsed but unable to find the will to move yourself. 

With a teary smile, you watched a bat swoop overhead. You’d never had the chance to see him like that.

You knew why now, why he’d never trusted you with that. Why he’d never trusted you at all. 

Everything made a little more sense now, the way he’d treated you, the way you’d won him over almost as slowly as he’d won you. 

You couldn’t help but wonder how much of that was real and how much of it was a show.

You heard some high-pitched chirping in the distance, the noise piercing right through your thoughts. 

Maybe it wasn’t even there, maybe your brain was just desperately attempting to conjure something to stop your spiraling thoughts. 

It didn’t really matter anyways. 

You had a feeling you might die out here. Better that than returning home. You could never face those people again, the people you’d called your family. 

Now you’d met the monsters they killed, you’d never be able to look them in the eye and see anything but what you now knew was there. 

You wondered how many of the monsters they’d slayed had been afraid, how many had begged for mercy, how many had just longed for friendship and intimacy. 

How many people had they executed for the crime of being hungry and afraid? 

And even when they weren’t, with willing sacrifices living happily with them, even then they were deemed heretics and condemned to a house in the woods with a handful of companions they managed to save from the world you’d held in such high regard for so long. 

The bat returned to you, settling upside down on a nearby branch. 

You gave it a weak smile, blinking tears out of your eyes. 

“Hello,” you said, your voice faint after the cold and exhaustion had been eating away at you for what was probably hours. “Sweet little thing, are you the one making those noises?”

It chirped at you, almost as if it was answering you. 

“I’d fly away if I were you,” you cautioned the creature. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to stay away from monsters in the woods?”

Its little head cocked to the side, as if it was desperately trying to understand your words.  

The sound of sticks cracking drew both of your attention. Maybe it was a wolf or some other creature, here to finish you off. It had to happen sooner or later because at this point, you were determined not to get up. 

A familiar voice banished that thought from your mind. 

Vivian was at your side before you had time to make sense of what was happening. She was dragging you to your feet, fighting to pull you along. 

“I don’t know if I can do this alone,” she called out. “They're in a bad way, they're going to be dead weight before long. 

It took you a moment to realize who she was speaking to. 

Your eyes shifted to find the little bat, moving down from his perch until, before you could ever register the change, another familiar face was at your side. 

You realized with a foggy mind that he left the grounds to come find you. Your family had been tracking his home for decades and not once had he left but there he was. You’d heard him leading her to you, you could see him in front of you, the light of the moon reflecting off his face. 

You passed out before they managed to coax you to your feet, the realization that they’d come for you the last thing you could manage before the world faded away. 

You woke up in front of a roaring fireplace with a blanket wrapped around you and two pairs of eyes staring at you. 

You focused in on Rook, remembering his part in your rescue. “I didn’t realize you left the grounds. My family is going to be really upset I’m not reporting back anymore, that is exactly the sort of thing they would want to know.”

“I don’t,” he said. “That was my first time leaving in 300 years.”

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small, even to you. 

As you gathered your bearings, a door slammed somewhere in the house and you flinched at the sudden noise. 

Rook looked back and a quiet sigh escaped him. 

“Oliver isn’t handling the news well,” he explained. “He’s mad at both of us if that makes you feel any better.”

It didn’t

“Why?” you asked, your voice much stronger now in the safety of his home.

“Well, he’s mad at you for wanting to hurt me.”

You managed a smile, although you weren’t really in the mood for one. “I’d gathered that much.”

“He’s mad at me for lying, for not telling him who you were. If I’m being honest, I think he’s angriest that I let him care for you.”

Viv chimed in, saying, “He’s just slamming doors so you remember he’s upset. He’ll be alright, just give him some time to cool down.”

“And you’re not mad?” you asked her.

She shook her head and it felt like a minor miracle, that any of them could not hate you after finding out. 

“I might have,” she said. “If you’d actually done anything. How long did it take you, before you switched sides? Did it even take a day before you started to doubt?”

You didn’t answer. 

You saw in her eyes that you didn’t need to. 

“I should let you two talk,” she said, glancing between you and Rook. “But for the record, I’m glad that we got the chance to start caring about you.”

She left the room and it was just the two of you. 

Once again you were afraid. Not of him any longer, that had long since passed, but of how he might feel. 

“How long have you known?” you asked, your voice weak once more but no longer because of the strain and the cold. 

“Since the beginning. I wasn’t planning on letting all this happen but then… do you know how irritating you are? I thought, feed the hunters some bad information, figure out what they might be planning. And then, despite everything you were so bizarrely receptive to all this, and Oliver and Vivian took to you so fast and, I don’t know, this all spiraled out of control so quickly.”

You didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure what you even could say. The word sorry didn’t even come close to cutting it. 

He spoke once more, his voice shaky. “Of all the things I thought you might do, putting a wedge between me and them was the last thing I expected.”

“I didn’t want to do that.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Rook, you freaked out on me. I didn’t expect them to side with me, I don’t think I even wanted them to side with me.”

“It was going too far, that was too far. Why aren’t you scared of me anymore? I’m not so self-centered as to really believe I turned a vampire hunter, so why are you still here? What are you doing that I’m not seeing? Are you trying to turn them against me, make them hate me too? Just please, leave them out of it. Take me if you must, but leave them out of it.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. 

“What’s so funny,” he asked, his eyes frantically searching yours for the secret plan he seemed convinced you must have.

“I just… I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“What?”

“I thought all of this, everything I was feeling might be some secret, insane plan you’d made. I think we may have both deeply overestimated each other.”

He inspected your face, searching for something like he’d done so many times before. You wondered if he’d ever found it. 

Finally he asked, “What’s vampire hunting like?”

“You really want to know?”

“Can’t imagine I’m going to get many other chances to learn so yeah, why not.”

“I guess I’m not really sure. This was my first real case. It was mostly scary stories when I was little and then a lot of training. I can actually fight pretty well, not that it ever came up here. All of my training was done at home, talking to anyone who wasn’t a hunter was too dangerous so I never really left much, just short little trips.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t let outside much as a kid either. Not that that ever stopped me.”

“I don’t think that’s the same, you can’t go out in the sun.”

“Can’t is a strong word. More like really really shouldn’t.”

You laughed. “You sound like you were a real handful.”

“I’m sure you were too.”

“Not really. I was a model student, couldn’t wait to go out and kill my first vampire, make everybody proud.”

“And now?”

“And now even the thought of leaving makes my heart hurt.”

“Does it really?” 

He asked it like it was a joke but you knew better than that. 

“It does,” you confirmed. “I’ll go though, if you still want me to. I won’t stay where I’m not wanted.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry about before. I told you I’m not kicking you out and I intend to stand by that. You’re always welcome here. Although I would prefer if you kept the vampire hunting to a minimum.”

“I’ll try my best,” you promised with a half-hearted smile. “Hey Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I’m never going to see my family again, am I?”

“I don’t know, that’s up to you. If you need one, there’s always a family here for you. But it’s a big decision. You should think on it, be sure you want to stay, that you understand what that would mean. Until then, get some rest. You really scared me out there, I thought you might not make it home.”

He grabbed another blanket from the end of the couch, making sure you were more than warm enough. With them and the fire, you were certain you’d have to shed at least one of the blankets to keep from overheating but you let him cover you in it anyways, a desperate ploy to get him to stay just a little bit longer. 

You woke up to the feeling of being watched. 

Your eyes opened to the sight of pale blue ones staring right back at you, half obscured by curly locks of hair. 

“You were going to hurt him,” Oliver huffed at you, barely giving you time to gather your bearings. 

“Technically, I wasn’t. I was just gathering intel.”

“You were going to help them hurt him.” The semantics of the situation didn’t seem to soothe his anger. 

“I was.”

“What changed?”

You shrugged. “Just got to know him, I guess. Harder to imagine him as a big faceless monster when you’ve seen his face and its smile lines and you know him. It’s also hard to imagine you all as brainwashed victims when… well, when you’ve seen the way you interact.”

He smiled at you incredulously. “Me? Brainwashed?”

You nodded. That idea had left you pretty fast. God help the man who tried to brainwash Oliver. 

“I don’t want you to go,” he blurted out.  He said it like it was the worst confession he was capable of. “I can’t believe Rook didn’t tell me. He could’ve prevented this but now I care about you and I want you to stay here with us.”

“I think I want to stay too.”

He didn’t seem able to hide his glee, trying his best to force a frown and failing. “Alright. I haven’t forgiven you yet but I’m glad you’ll be here. I would’ve missed you if you’d left.”

“I would’ve missed you too. Can you go tell Viv? I want to tell Rook myself.”

He nodded eagerly, darting towards the door. Before he bolted out he looked back and gave you a firm, “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

You couldn’t even fathom it. Even apart from Rook and everything you’d learned about the monster you’d come here to fight, you could never hurt them like that. 

Before going to see anyone you walked back up to your room. Your pigeon was waiting by the window, confused as to why you hadn’t come to give him a message yet. 

If you were honest, he was probably the only thing you’d miss, the only thing this experience hadn’t sullied. Your sweet little bird. 

You reached into your pockets to see if your notebook was still in there. It was, as was your dagger, having apparently been returned to you while you slept. You’d have to get rid of that wretched thing soon. 

You quickly scribbled out note after note, the words never quite seeming right. How does one convince their family that the thing they’ve been doing all their lives is wrong? 

You didn’t.

You tied the note to his leg and sent your loyal little bird off for the last time with the last message he’d ever deliver for you. 

The message felt like it was as much for him as for them. 

It just read Goodbye. 

You wandered up to Rook’s bedroom. You knew where it was by now. The house might still feel confusing but this room you could find. 

You knocked on the door, the sound echoing in your ears.

A distant “come in” sounded from behind the black and white painted wood of his door.

He was waiting there for you, his eyes trained on the door as you entered. 

“You feeling alright?” he asked, his voice low and measured. 

You nodded. “I think I just needed some rest. I’m sorry you had to come and rescue me.”

“No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay. Why did you run?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already had.”

“You didn’t hurt us. Look,” he said, holding out his arms for you to see. “Limbs all still attached. It got a little stressful there but we’re all alright. Better than we were before.”

You hoped that was true. 

“You’re staying, aren’t you?” As he asked the question, you began to understand why the thing Rook was scared of the most was people being afraid of him. Because with every word, you could tell he was afraid of your answer and it felt like a punch to the gut. 

“If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will.”

You had both been standing very still, avoiding any sudden movements, trying your best not to break the calm. 

That did it. At his words you were moving towards him, his arms wrapping around you the second you were within reach. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest, beyond happy that this time, he was listening. This time, he believed you. 

When you finally pulled away you stood there, looking at each other, a silence falling over you that one of you needed to break. 

You wanted to be the one to do it. 

It felt like a risk. Last time you’d asked everything had been destroyed. But it felt like the only way to finalize it, to make yourself one of them and shed your past. 

Finally you asked, “Can you drink from me?”

You waited for the mistrust but it never came. Instead, he just cocked his head to the side and asked, “Why?”

“Because I trust you.”

“You’re still a little scared.”

“I’ve got years of stories in my head, they’re hard to shake. But I do trust you.”

“You really want this?”

You nodded, reaching out hesitantly for him.

He came to you, his hand intertwining with yours. 

“Alright, but we’re going to work up to it. I’m not throwing you in the deep end, okay?”

You nodded, already trusting that he’d make sure you felt safe. 

He walked you back to his bed, laying you down gently on the soft sheets you’d been too afraid to indulge in when you first came here. The thought felt silly now. 

He moved over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss. 

You pushed up against him, wanting to be as close to him as you could.

He seemed to sense your urge and pushed you back down into the sheets, his body trapping you against their warmth. 

And then the kissing ended as he sat you up with an urgency that made you think twice about whining about the newfound lack of contact. 

He reached up to start undoing your dress, getting both of your clothes off as fast as he could. 

“Need to feel you,” he said and you helped him along, removing your final garments as he struggled to pull off his pants. 

You smiled, helping him where his pants had gotten caught around his ankled in the rush. 

He just stared down at you, wide-eyed. 

“Come here,” he said pulling you back up to the bed and pressing you against him. His skin was colder than you were used to and you were sure you must have felt burning hot against him. 

His hands ran up and down your sides as he held you against him, feeling every bit of you he could. 

Finally, you sunk back against the mattress and were trapped under him once again. 

His hand slid down your front and two fingers pushed inside you.

You felt his sharp intake of breath as they pushed inside and saw that incessant smugness return, the worship on his face falling behind it. 

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” he asked.

You nodded, hoping that was the answer that would get you more.

You felt yourself clench around him and he moaned at the sensation. 

“Please,” he asked, “I need to be inside you. I’ll go so slow, make sure you’re alright, just need to feel you.”

You didn’t need any convincing. 

He was so thick, pausing with every little push inside to let you accommodate the stretch before pushing impossibly further into you. 

Finally, he bottomed out, pressing kisses all over your face to distract you from the burn. 

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured into your skin, refusing to pull away even to speak.

Finally the burn settled, although the stretch never really went away.

You rocked up against him experimentally and his cock rubbed perfectly against your walls. 

You tried once more but he pushed your hips down, leaving you unable to move. 

You looked up at him with big, questioning eyes.

He smiled down at you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. “Ask nicely,” he insisted and you were too far gone to do anything but comply.

“Please, I need you,” you cried.

“You have me. What do you need.”

He was going to make you say it. “I need you to fuck me.”

Those seemed to be the magic words. As soon as they left your mouth he started to move. 

His head was buried in your neck as he thrusted into you and there was no more fear, it had all dissipated, even the little slivers hiding in the corners of the old stories you’d been told. 

Every nightmare and monster under your bed had been replaced with his face and you didn’t have it in you to be afraid of him any longer. 

He moved gently, like he didn’t want to break you.

You weren’t so sure you didn’t want to be broken. 

“More, harder,” you pleaded.

He hesitated and so you kept begging. “Please, I want to feel it in the morning

That did the trick, his hips snapping into you with a punishing force. 

“Yeah? I can do that. You’ll be so sore tomorrow but it’ll be alright because I’m going to take such good care of you. Anything you want you’ll have. I take care of my humans, I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

The phrase did something to you. You were his human now. It didn’t feel possessive it just felt right because you knew you had given a piece of yourself to him. 

The faster pace was sending you both hurtling toward your climaxes. 

His hand snaked down to rub your clit as he pounded into you, your hips rising to meet his. 

Finally something inside you snapped and you clung to him as waves of pleasure overtook you completely. 

His pace didn’t slow as your orgasm calmed. You were sensitive and a little sore but still the last thing you wanted was for him to stop. 

With one final punishing snap of his hips, you felt him come inside of you, a strangled moan sounding from him as he left sloppy kisses across your neck and slowly rolled his hips into you until the waves of his orgasm subsided.

For a while he just lay there, half on top of you, doing his best to keep from crushing you as he panted.

“How’re you feeling?” He finally asked, rising up a little to look at you. “You nice and relaxed for me?”

If you’d been any less exhausted you would’ve rolled your eyes at him and found some retort. As it stood, you just nodded, your arms still wrapped around him, keeping him close.

“Alright,” he said, looking down at you with a soft gaze. “Human instinct means that the second I break skin, for one moment you will struggle. You’ll lash out at me so I’m going to have to pin you down, okay? Anytime after that first moment you’re free to back out but just for at the start I have to hold you still.”

You nodded. “You’ll hold me down but I say red and you’ll stop.”

“Exactly.”

He pinned your legs firmly below him, wrapping one hand around your wrists to hold them in place. The other hand drifted to your chin, gently tilting your head to the side. 

His fingertips brushed over your neck, ghosting over your pulse. You could feel it pounding and you’re sure he could too. If he could smell your fear all those days ago you couldn’t even imagine what he must be smelling now. 

His breathing was unsteady as he stared at you with naked hunger. 

He licked over the spot on your neck first, like he was marking you before slowly resting his fangs over top of your skin. 

You pulled your head even further to the side, begging him to break skin.

He finally did and for a moment, you lashed out, the pain inciting some buried instinct in you. 

And then the fight faded and all you were left with was a sense of peace. 

You were powerless beneath him. He could bleed you dry right now, pinned under him. You knew he wouldn’t.

There was something calming about being completely at someone’s mercy. He lapped your blood up, his body warming as he fed from you, and you felt more relaxed than you ever had before, as you gave this piece of yourself to him. 

The pain had faded so far away. The only way you could recognize it was by seeing it as another thing you’d feel in the morning, another thing you knew Rook would diligently take care of. 

And he’d do it with the energy and life you were giving him now, the bit of you that you were allowing him to take. 

He tried to pull away from your neck but your fingers knotted into his hair, trying to keep him close. He rejected your attempt, pulling away to send his lips crashing into yours. The metallic taste of blood seeped into your mouth as you returned his kiss, desperate and pleading. 

You felt just as hungry as he was.

The kiss finally ended as he went to bandage to wound you’d half forgotten about, settling back against your neck as soon as he cleaned the remaining blood dripping down you. 

The sheets, on the other hand, did not look like they could be saved. 

He snorted into your neck and you pulled back to get a good look at him.

“What’s so funny?” you asked. 

“I won,” he said with a smile. 

“What?”

“Our game. I think I won.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?” you asked with a laugh.

“Maybe.”

You just laid there for a few minutes, lounging against him before he moved to get up. 

You whined at him but he made no move to stop. He walked across the room and returned with a glass of water and a plate of cookies.  

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he said as he handed them off.

“My hero.”

He settled back in next to you as you started in on one of the cookies. 

“So you really want to stay?”

You nodded, barely even processing the question. “I already said yes,” you mumbled.

He shook his head. “No, I need you to listen. Do you want to stay, to join everyone here, to become mine?”

Your brows furrowed. “I’d be yours?”

He nodded. “They’re all mine, just as much as I belong to all of them. To all of you. Don’t you remember, all those promises you made before you came? I made them too, you know. To care for you all, to always have your best interests at heart, to give a piece of yourself away. All the vows, you have to mean it this time.”

“I already mean them. You want to be mine?” you asked, wiping a stray drop of your blood off of his chin.

“I do.”

[bucknastysbabe]

Cruel Summer - Jace Velaryon x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Virgin!Jace, Nerdy!Fratty!Jace, 80’s AU, frottage, male m4stürb4t10n, pining, Jace’s huge mf schlong, babysitter reader, Dornish!Reader, fluffy, awk first times, Jace working that thang, horny ass mofo, multiple o’s, pnv!sex, so much lube, wet n messy yeah

Taglist: @godrakin @lovelykhaleesiii @fairysluna @ilikeitbetterangsty @xfancyuu @borikenlove @aemondsversion

Jacaerys Velaryon was fucked. Sincerely fucked. He was home from his freshman year of college and there she was. Playing with little Aeg and Vis in the pool. Olive skin gleaming with droplets, a one piece fiery red and high cut. Revealing those thighs for days.

She could put Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect to shame. Fucking Dornish babysitter that was unimaginably hot. She was back from her study abroad in Essos apparently. Luke laughed from behind, “Don’t bust the window out with that wood, Jacey.”

“Shut the fuck up Luke,” Jace barked and turned away to stomp to his room. His younger brother’s laugh echoed from downstairs. The brunette flopped down on his bed, staring up at all the old posters in his room. God, he was still such a nerd.

Joined a frat and everything, met his best friend Cregan. Cregan could pull any girl he wanted, like many others in the fraternity. Jace got a tentative handy and many attempts for pussy actually. Apparently he had a horse cock. That’s how that crazy Greyjoy bastard put it anyways.

But he still didn’t lose his v-card. Not because of an embarrassingly small prick of course, no, he ran the normal chicks off and the real sleazy ones made him wilt faster than a dying plant. A nerdy Virgin who still stuttered around chicks unless he had a couple drinks in his system.

And for the the love of the seven he was still hard as nails from baby’s perky tits. Baby. That’s what the Velaryon clan called her since little Viserys pointed at the girl and called her, “Baby! Mah babysidder!” So it stuck. Drove him fucking nuts.

The other side of the family came over for dinner and Aegon was all over Baby. But she smirked and ate it up. Why would she even want that idiotic slimeball? He’d gained, like, so much weight at college.

Aegon didn’t give a fuck though. He had that confidence border lining delusion. Jace stuttered and grinned like a fool in front of their long-time neighbor. He palmed at his cock, shifting to slide down his track pants and get his cock out, imagining himself chatting her up.

She’d giggle and press her pretty tits closer to him, purring in that Dornish lilt, “Mhm baby, want that big cock of yours so bad, kiss those pretty lips while you split me open, mmm.” Jace was stroking himself rough and quick, other hand tugging heavy balls. Biting his plump lower lip the brunette moaned, “Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck you so ha-ah-ard! Suck on those tits of yours-oh fuck!”

Jacaerys gasped as his thick cock spurted on his hand and chest, whining through his nose as he tugged his balls one good last time. He flopped back, heavy cock slapping luridly against his exposed thigh. It wasn’t long until he dozed off into sleep. Just to wake up with more cum on his belly, dreams of her dark lips enveloping the blunt tip of his cock.

Jace grumbled, “Seven forgive me, I’m like a fucking middle schooler.” He stripped his ruined clothes off and hopped into a long, hot shame shower, scrubbing the residual embarrassment off. His mom would be home soon and Uncle Daemon was probably cooking dinner now.

No one dwelled on Uncle Daemon. Targaryens are weird. Baela and Rhaena were awesome though. Half of his clothes were unpacked so Jace put on a polo button-up, jeans, and loafers. How fratty of him. He may have spent too long trying to manage his hair mullet in the mirror.

He trudged downstairs, Joff arguing with Luke over the Nintendo. Jace hollered, “It’s a stupid game you idiots!” Baela and Rhaena were curled on the couch while they ogled over a magazine with Motley Crüe or something on the cover.

Daemon was cooking, chatting with her. She turned and flashed a shining smile, Viserys in her lap. Baby cooed, “Jacey, you look all grown up! College looks good on you, when did you get home?”

Jace’s cheeks reddened and he mumbled, “Uh, a couple hours ago but I was wiped, my bad. How was Essos?”

Daemon snorted at his lame response, working on stir fry. She launched into a spiel about the culture in Braavos, chatting in that warm way of hers. He needed a drink of water. Badly. The moment was interrupted when his mom came into the kitchen, unloading her briefcase and opening her arms for little Aegon and Viserys.

She grinned at him, “Jacaerys, my sweet boy, you look so handsome. We’re all back together!” Daemon lamented, “What a joy!” She shushed the blonde and cooed at the boys, grinning. Jace looked up to make eye contact with Baby, her dark eyes hooded and intense. She sipped her orange juice, pink tongue coming out to lick away a stray drop.

Jace darted to the cabinets to get a glass for water. Ice fucking cold. He mingled a bit, answering questions about grades, the frat, making new friends. Daemon was intrigued about Cregan, his best friend. “A Northman! I guess you need a frigid bastard.” Jace rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

Across from Baby. Who was wearing a pretty green blouse tucked into sinfully tight shorts. The blouse in question was showing off her tits, making his cheeks redden again. Everyone milled in, filling the huge table while Daemon passed out the plates of food.

He remained quiet as Rhaena talked about her tennis matches. He almost threw his fork when a bare foot nudged his own. Baby was smiling around her drink, eyes on Daemon’s girl. The eldest son chewed on some chicken slowly so he wouldn’t start choking. Because Baby’s foot was traveling up his thigh, stroking along, then toeing at his thighs. Jace whimpered, covering it poorly up with a cough.

Rhaenyra’s thin brows furrowed as she asked, “You okay sweetheart?” He nodded, making an excuse about ‘the wrong windpipe’. Baby smirked and scooched her chair forward, ball of her foot rubbing Jace’s erection.

He stood up abruptly, croaking, “Ah- I- I don’t feel well. I think it was the fast food earlier. I’m going to retire early.” His mom told him to stay in touch if anything got worse, the rest, including her, gave well wishes.

Half waddling up the stairs Jace slumped on the ground, propped up on his bed. He stared at the Star Wars poster, wondering why he couldn’t have super self-control powers like Luke Skywalker or something. But she was obviously flirting with him, sultry eyes and teasing toes evidence of that.

Jace’s heart beat rapidly, unsure of what to do. Baby was actually a very sweet girl, never a bad word spoken about her in highschool. She’d see his cock and run away screeching. He held his head in his hands, groaning in displeasure.

“Man up and fuck the girl!,” Dalton’s voice echoed.

“Obviously she’s into ya’ just give it a try,” was Cregan’s deeper tone.

Jace would just do what he did best— brood until further notice. His cock had already died down some from his anxiety. And brood he did, turning up the radio to Bananarama’s cruel summer. How fucking apt.

He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

The door cracked slightly, a thin light of illumination coming through. Jace groaned, “M’fine mom.” Her sultry accent came back, “No silly, it’s me.” He bolted upright and opened his mouth to get a manicured finger pressed to them. Baby whispered, “Hush, they think I’m gone for the night. You ran off on me?”

Jace stuttered, “I-I was going to cum at the table.”

She cocked her head and climbed onto the bed next to him, hand rubbing his chest tenderly. Baby murmured, “You never played a little footsie? Look at you, I know you were beating the girls off with a stick.” Jace miserably laughed, “Yeah, that didn’t go as planned.”

“What do you mean?”

Jace flushed and whined, “Oh god, I’ve messed around and stuff. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re a virgin.”

The Velaryon turned away from Baby and murmured, “Yes, big whoop, Jace is still a stuttering virgin bitch.” She laughed and climbed onto his lap, grinning. He moaned, “It’s horrid, not funny Baby.” The girl played with his hair, scratching as she sought his dark eyes.

“I don’t think it’s funny because you’re a virgin. I think it’s funny because you’re so handsome. What is it? Anxiety, I get that. I was nervous too at first,” she pressed closer to whisper, “But I’ve had an awakening in college.” Jace couldn’t help but moan softly at her warm breath and soft tits.

He stammered, “Y-yeah?”

She purred, “Mhm. Found out I like em’ big. Bigger the better. Gods it feels amazing.” She shifted on his lap, his cock already back in full form. She gasped, “Oh- seems like you’re just my type too. Not every girl can take something like you’re packing. Not a girl that cares about you Jacaerys Velaryon.”

His eyes boggled. She? The most gorgeous girl who has tormented his wet dreams since puberty, cared about him. He grew serious, eyes narrowing, “Are you joking?”

“Why would I lie? I’ve been trying to get your damn attention for ages Jacey,” she turned to look down, Jacaerys pushing back her thick locks as she admitted, “I kinda, hah, would accidentally say your name in the height of passions.”

“So, do you want me? I shared my embarrassing moment and feelings.” She stared in earnest, breathtakingly gorgeous.

He nodded vicariously, “I’ve always wanted you Baby, fuck, like so bad.” He carelessly moved forward, cradling her head as he kissed the darker girl. She titled her head so they didn’t collide noses, rutting further on his cock, rough denim against his briefs. She moaned into the kiss, keeping one hand in his hair, the other trailing down to the slit in his underwear.

Jacaerys lapped at her warm tongue, lips sensually moving against her own. He softly whined through his nose when she pulled him out, getting a feel for the heft and length. She hummed, “Big boyyy, gods, stupid girls don’t know what they’re missing.”

The brunette blurted dumbly, “I don’t want those stupid girls. Like. At all.”

“Good. I get jealous. Dornish blood runs hot.”

“So does Targaryen.”

They returned to desperately sharing kisses, the girl unbuttoning her shorts desperately, Jace yanking them off and tossing the denim. She remained in a scrap of clothing desperately humping her wet pussy against him. Jace groaned, “Baby, baby, god, need you?”

She tied her thick hair back in a flurry of movement, unbuttoning and slinging off the blouse, heavy tits on display. Jacaerys instinctively covered them with his calloused hands, squeezing at flesh and thumbing at pebbled nipples, relishing in her soft whining,

She rasped, “Lube?”

“Lube?”

“Do you have lube Jacey? You have a monster cock, remember?” She began to snicker as Jace rifled around his bed and side drawer, eventually finding the tube of KY. Jacaerys stuttered, “Oh-ah, how do you want me?” While she yanked down his underwear Baby responded, “Missionary, can fit you better that way, just need a pillow under my back. You can, fuck, move my legs up for more.”

Jace flipped them around, panting with excitement. He grabbed a condom too, about to tear it open but she stopped and hummed, “M’on the pill, you’re good sweetie.” He was going to combust. But he liberally squirted lube on his fingers first, he’d done that before. “Good boy,” she rasped as Jace slid the substance around.

He dove two thick fingers into her slick cunt, stretching and rubbing at that spot making Baby call his name and squirm. He added more KY just for the hell of it, enjoying the slick and lurid noises. Then a third finger fit and he was vigorously fingering the Dornish, leaning over to suck and bite at those huge tits. She whined and clawed at his biceps, but Jace was lost in the pleasure.

He couldn’t stop, this was like crack, every sweet noise and her sloppy cunt driving him further into the need to send her into an orgasm. She did after he managed to stuff his pinky in, abusing her g-spot. Baby slapped a hand over her mouth and gushed on him, howling behind her hand, squirming and shaking.

Jace’s eyes rolled back at the wonderful sight; tear streaked face, swollen lips, heaving breasts. Baby rasped, “You fucking monster, hah, c’mere and kiss me. I know you’re excited but I want that cock more than a couple o’ pumps.”

In a sensual, lazy embrace, they twisted in the oldest dance, laughing, whining, moaning. Baby nipped his plush lips, murmuring, “Such pretty fucking lips, want them on my pussy next time.”

He kissed her harder, tucking that idea away for later.

Their make-out had turned into sloppy humping again, the eldest Velaryon gasping, “Oh, m’ready, lemme have you please!” Baby goaded him on, “Yeah, yeah, lube it up ‘kay?” Jace did so with expediency, liberally coating the heavy member.

When his blunt cockhead began to breach her entrance his mouth fell open, eyes rolling around. Baby purred, “Mmm, yeah Jacey, gonna feel s’good, slow slow, ease into it.” The brunette did his best to take it slow but the tight, wet grip around his cock had him sucking in breath and whining on every other breath.

He was about halfway now, sweating from holding back, maneuvering those perfect legs of hers to over his elbows. She arched her back and moaned, “Yes, yes, stuffing me all up baby boy.” Jace could only garble nonsense as he bottomed out, cock sleeved in her cunt. He was in heaved, Baby’s pussy so hot and ridged, pulsing around him.

“Cuh-can I?,” he wheezed.

“Mhmmmm,” she sighed with dreamy eyes.

Jacaerys tentatively pulled back and slapped back in with a wet noise. He cried out helplessly, tucking his mouth onto a perky nipple. Then instinct took over. Fuck. Breed. Fill. Jace could get very one-track minded and focused it all on fucking his Baby silly, trying to keep that need of blowing in the future.

The bed shook, she cried out, Jace keened her name, pounding her roughly. So much for keeping it quiet. “Oh gods, you feel s’good, fuck, it’s s’good,” he repeated.

“I- mm! Know!,” she whimpered.

He moved her legs over his shoulders, living in the moment, all the noises and heavenly feelings. She had bit down on a pillow to keep from screaming, shaking from head to toe. Baby was milking him like a vice now, pussy just dripping and messy. Messier when he came in her poor slit.

That thought felt like a gut punch and she bit harder, squirting on his cock. He must’ve spoken that thought out loud, desperately panting her name as he emptied his heavy balls into her cunt, stuffing it with load after load, Jace shaking and whimpering at the intensity.

They stayed locked together, both too oversensitive to move. Jace had dropped her pretty thighs, rubbing them as he laid on her chest. Her shaky hand played with his hair. Baby hoarsely muttered, “You’re mine forever. I mean it.”

“Guh- uh- yes Baby.”

They needed a shower. Then maybe Jace could try that whole pussy eating thing. Clean her up good and well, make her cry from the third orgasm. Fuck. He sure had some stories to tell Cregan when he got back.

[the7thheroine]

Treech x mentor reader part 1/5

PART 5 IS IN THE WORKS READ THE REST 🤬🤬🤬

The one thing you had not expected was to be swarmed with your fellow academy students in a hall listening to a drunkard.

You sit between coriolanus and Sejanus, staring at a large screen displaying the 10th annual hunger games as Casca Highbottom, the creator of the games speaks on what is to happen.

“The prize is a bit different this year. The top performing students will each receive a tribute, only one, and which ever tribute… performs the best, will receive the prize, winning is set aside but will be taken into consideration…”

You could see coriolanus tense up next to you, every person in the room knew but never spoke on his situation. Out of anyone he was the one who needed the money the most, to pay for his life, his sisters, and his grandmothers. Sejanus looked ill, you knew that his father, most likely had bought him a tribute already.

“It’s gonna be fine, out of everyone I know, you could get a tribute to perform..?” You try and offer comfort to coriolanus. He turned to you still looking somewhat constipated and tried to offer you a tight lipped smile

“Thanks y/n… I really do hope so.”

“No problem coriolanus.”

“Now, oh excuse me Miss arachnid. Here’s announcing which tribute, will go to who.” Called Mr Highbottom

“Tribute 1….”

You could no longer pay attention. Would you be a top performing student? At best you were just above average and your parents would never buy you a tribute like Sejanus’s parents would

“Tribute 2 male!… Sejanus Plinth.”

Now he was really looking sick, you saw Coryo turn to Sejanus speaking quietly in his ear only for Sejanus to look even more upset murmuring something inaudible back.

That’s something you wouldn’t expect to see, Sejanus and coryo, whilst civil weren’t bestfriends. Especially on Coryos part. It’s strange, and yet, somewhat they click automatically. Sharp whispers were coming from Arachnid and some other students over Sejanus, ‘poor guy.’ You thought leaning back in your chair..

“District 7 male… Y/n L/n.”

Oh?

Oh.

Now that’s surprising. you were a top performing tribute. You took in the image of the boy, he seemed older, 17 or 18? He wore a bent out of shape hat and had glassed over eyes, he looked ready to scream or cry. His hair looked matted and curled, He had deep dark eyes, and squared shoulders from working in the woods, his hands were tightly fisted as he stared around at all of the others from his tribute.

You felt, pity, pity for the boy, the boy who’s your age and is now going to fight for his life, his district partner appears and looks even worse, her eyes red rimmed sniffling and crying as she’s marched up the steps to the stage, she’s Plinys tribute?

A couple tributes later and somewhat even getting worse for snow, he received district 12s female tribute, Lucy gray Baird.

She came to the stage wearing a rainbow dress, looking... calm. Her hair was a dark wavy mix, her skin a deep olive and she looked like a performer.

“What is she wearing… is she some sort of clown?”

Suddenly there’s screaming coming from the screen as Lucy gray sharply moves putting a snake down one of the girls backs.

Snow jumps up causing Clemensia to jump back away from him. He stared in awe at the screen, ‘maybe he does still have a chance..’ you thought glancing between him and the screen.

You stare at the screen as she lays still on the ground after being smacked by the mayor and left.

singing?

She’s singing.

She’s.. performing.

Snow was smiling, he has a performer, he has a chance still. All the other students were whispering in awe at the songbird.

The ceremony is swiftly bought to an end with the appearance of the games maker, Dr Gaul.

I look at snow, he’s looking around suspiciously, strangely, ready to stand up and go, but go where?

I look up at him, he stares back at me gesturing me to follow, I stand up smiling gently as sejanus before making my way to Snow.

“I’m going to the tributes trains arrival, come with me.” He says leaning in slightly.

“You really do want to win huh..”

“I have nothing left to loose.”

I nod. Determined. My tribute would be there too, maybe there’s an opportunity? Maybe he could win? I don’t want to see him die.. or have his blood on my hands. The prize seemed so small now compared to someone’s life.

[odue-sp]

Oliver Evans x Male Reader

... kinda proud of this, it's short. Sorry.

•

The muffled moans echoed in the empty classroom, the student shook trying to grab onto the desk but his hands were tied together by a tie and the force of each thrust made him weak. "S... Sensei! Slower... Please!" M/n whimpered out, his hard cock rubbing against the wood as Oliver gripped his waist.

Hand prints would definitely bruise.

"You got a bad grade." Oliver scolded as he pressed deeper, a choked moan as he slammed the teen underneath him harder into the desk.

M/n's high pitch moan echoed as he suddenly became slumped.

"Hey, are you still there?" He asked grabbing his hair to look at him. His eyes nearly shut as drool slid down his chin.

"I told you to slow down!"

M/n sobbed as he felt his cum on his classmate's desk. Oliver chuckles as he kissed his cheek.

"Just one more round, my sweet boy."

•

•

M/n grew embarrassed and flustered the next day in class... "Wow! Did the janitor wax our desk?" "So shiny..."

Oliver smirked at M/n.

"Ah, M/n stayed after school to help clean that class. Thank you, M/n."

[denim-devil]

Consolation | J.C

Pairings - Jacob Custos x Male reader

Request - OMG U WRITE FOR THE QUARRY?? Can I request Jacob x Emma’s adopted brother smut? Even tho he’s adopted, he’s basically the same as Emma (attractive, nice body, small waist, and big kissable lips) but he’s nicer and loves helping people. Emma always makes fun of him and calls him a push over. Reader has always had a crush on Jacob but has never done anything abt it bcuz Emma was dating him and cuz he seemed straight. The story would take place after Jacob storms off after truth or dare and instead of Emma going to find Jacob, it would be the reader this time. They do the swimming scene, almost kiss, get interrupted by the werewolves, but instead of running into the woods, they hide in the kitchen. And then smut

A/N — I’m decided to leave the smut part out of it, hope you don’t mind, I thought this fic was kinda cute and fluffy so-

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You watched your sister lock lips with Nick, already you could sense the tension, it was thick, smouldering, you could see the pain behind Jacob’s eyes, his mouth hanging agape in shock, why would Emma do such a thing? Especially in-front of Abi too.

You coughed loud enough to break up the kiss Emma being Emma stuck her tongue out at you before plonking herself back on the log beside an angry Abi.

It took no longer then a look her way for her to practically jump to her feet, running away from the crackling campfire towards the forest.

“You like kissing my girlfriend asshole?”

Jacob bucked up his chest, glaring down at the Aussie counsellor. Nick looked guilty, of course he did, but knowing Jacob, he wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

“It was just a game-“

“I’m nobody’s girlfriend”

You shake your head at your sister’s response, she had no remorse, not even in the slightest. You could sense the anger which irradiated from Jacob’s figure.

“The fuck it was. “Oh, it was just a game!” Yeah, the fuck it was, man!”

He began to mimic his best friend, still looking him up and down like he was really looking for a fight, or something, something to at-least show everyone that Emma was off limits. You were so sick of this Alpha-male bullshit but you really sympathised with him, especially with how everyone had been treating him this summer.

Jacob twists on his heel, stomping away from the camp which was a clear indication of how he felt, he had every right to feel that way, Emma dangled a carrot in front of his face, how was he suppose to act.

“Grow up, Jacob”

You gather your thoughts, immediately rising to your feet, fuck, somebody had to check on him and he probably really didn’t want to see Emma right now, not after tonight.

“Well done horse face, way to go-“

You follow in Jacob’s footsteps, quickly jogging after him in a pace that suited you.

──☆──

You were met with the glistening waters of Hackett’s quarry lake, the water slightly jiggling in place, the moon’s reflection shimmering over the slightly murky water.

You could hear splashes, ones that were not to big but big enough to give up Jacob’s where-about’s. You slowly made your way over the creaking wood, the small dock isolated, attached to the empty boat deck.

“Jacob?” You whisper sweetly, watching the bigger male forcefully throw pebbles into the lake, maybe it was a distraction, one that reframed him from replaying the exact moment his whole world tumbled down.

“Go away-“

“It’s me…”

You trail off. He wasn’t surprised, but glad, glad you had followed behind, at-least someone was fond of him. His frown settled into a small smirk, a weak smirk that hid away his true feelings.

You sit yourself beside him. Immediately you could tell he had been crying, from his slightly puffy, red eyes to the clear tears that stained his olive skinned cheeks

It was silent between the two of you, not that you minded, Jacob actually preferred it that way, enjoying your company with the silence that followed but of course, you were way to sweet to keep quiet.

“Jacob…look at me”

He did, but his smirk faded, instead it was replaced with that frown from before. You could sense how hurt he was from, judging by his sniffling he wasn’t going to stop feeling sorry for himself any time soon and that in itself broke your heart, you had to do something.

“She fucking frenched him- in front of everyone…jesus wept”

You watched a distraught Jacob scramble to his feet, pacing back and forth. He could feel the dry tears on his cheek, the extra amount of spit clinging to his tongue from not swallowing as often, god…really.

“Well…lover boy, you can either stop sulking over her, and Nick, or…you can go grab us some towels”

Jacob stopped in his tracks before turning to face you, confusion written all over his features, his brows furrowed as if you had just stepped on his toe.

“What do you need towels for?”

You smile, which had Jacob’s heart thump slightly faster…fuck, what was going on.

“Well, since you agreed with Emma, summer fun an all and after that kiss, I’m sure she’s the last person you want to see…our Summer isn’t over just yet…”

Jacob watches you kick off your shoes, your fingers already grabbing at your zipper, Emma has already managed to fuck the night up for pretty much everyone, and your love for Jacob grew by the second, why not sweep up the opportunity to get closer, with it being just the two of you.

Jacob perked up slightly before muttering a more happier “okay”. You watched the older male scurry off, maybe it was the vibe, or the urgency to have some fun but Jacob seemed pretty into this…

──☆──

“There’s not towels!” Jacob shouted down from the upper boat deck. With the kids being rather rampant and destructive, you were sure a few smuggled some home, not that it was an issue.

“None?!”

Jacob stood glaring at the empty wooden panels, clearly his luck was non-existent by this point.

“There’s exactly zero.”

“You dick”

You joke, not that it was the right time but still, no towels, you were going to freeze to death, even in summer the air was cool, cooler then usual.

“Just get back down here, Jacob…”

──☆──

“Huh, okay well I guess we could just like, drip dry. Or I mean we could shake it out doggy style”

You blush at his comment, your eyes focusing on how eased and free he was, he felt a little more in the present now, not that he’s over Emma’s actions yet but it was something.

You both chuckle before slipping down your trousers, leaving you in just your boxers which immediately caught his attention. He watched as you practically hid yourself by turning away, facing the water.

“I-“

Before he could even speak you dive head first into the water with a short squeal, one that left Jacob with a blooming sense of joy, something that spread through his body, his chest…

“Hey- I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen-“

“Oh but you can. Because, you see, oh help, help, I’m- I’m drowning. And I- I need a big, strong not at all insecure man to come and save me…”

You giggle before settling your eyes on his naked chest…fuck, he really had you wrapped around his finger. He blushes at your comments, you helped him forget about her and you actually cared about how he was feeling.

“Okay…”

You watch as he pushes his shoulder forwards before slightly flexing, buffing up his chest.

“What’s this? A male in need?! Fear not, fragile thing- for Hurricane Jake is here!”

He jumps high enough to tuck his legs underneath him, his arms holding them up creating a ball-like shape.

“CANNONBALL-“

The splash was big, but you chuckle, watching his head dunk underneath for a second before reappearing, he grimaced at the coldness now surrounding him.

“Woah, cold! Oh! Cold, cold, cold. Oh my- Cold. Oh. Phew”

You giggle watching the older male shiver, you could tell he would get use to it though, you smile, finally he looked a little bit happier, if only for a split second.

“Hurricane Jake?”

Your smile only encourages the butterflies in his stomach to spread up into his chest, a rush of adrenaline running through him, or something of the sorts had a raspy laugh escape him.

You playfully splash him before scooting away a bit, knowing Jacob would do the same back.

“Oh, okay, okay, now you’re gonna get it. See?”

Scooting closer, Jacob uses his strength to his ability, forcing a big splash to topple over your hair, soaking it. You squeal feeling each, single droplet pass by your ears and neck, eventually back into the water.

You giggle once again before shooting him a despicable glance, splashing him back.

“Hey! Quit it!”

You roll your eyes playfully knowing full well he was having fun, maybe the most fun he’s had all summer, especially here anyways.

“Oh! Stop! Being! A! Grump”

You use both hands to paddle small splashes back his way causing him smirk, his arms dunk underneath the water disappearing from view before he slyly pushes water back onto you.

“Ugh! Attack!”

You flinch before shooting him a glare.

“Ahhh! Hey!”

Before you could even respond, the male takes a large breath before ducking beneath the water. You look around, trying to catch whatever plan he calculated in his head.

A forceful hand yanks your leg quickly, dragging you underneath. You yelp before the water consumes you. You can already hear the deep laughter erupting from his chest before coming back up to the surface.

Your eyes squint, stopping the water from blurring your vision.

“Dick move.”

You feel his arms secure your waist against his own, the water softening the fabric between you both even more…fuck, was this really happening.

“Jacob…”

You look up into his eyes, capturing that same glint he wore when he accidentally walked in on you showering, something dark, but not entirely lustful, the way his arms soothed over your lower back had you judging his motive.

“Yeah…”

He mutters back, his lips mere inches from your own, you could feel his breath fan across your cheek. You sigh, allowing the older male to pull your bottom half closer until your chest’s were touching.

“Is this okay? I can move away if-“

You shake your head before lifting it, close enough for his plump lips to rub against them.

“Please…Please don’t-“

Your breath hitches once Jacob pushes for the kiss, attaching your lips together. His arms keep you close, holding you against his front. He grunts, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, tugging on it.

He watches you closely once you pull away, a light blush dusting his cheeks a pale red. The air was getting cooler, much like the water surrounding you both which encouraged you to take ahold of one of Jacob’s hands, pulling him towards the dock.

“You’re okay with this?”

You mutter. You weren’t really sure what was happening between the two of you, jealousy doesn’t run far from the tree, yes you were super jealous of you’re sister, but now, now you had the chance to show Jacob how you really felt, especially with how inviting the situation had become.

You feel a tug back before you sink back into his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder blades, your faces close once again.

“Not in a million years would I imagine this…but you- I realise now…”

[starssunsoftheinfinite]

Yandere!Loki x Cat!Male Reader Chapter 2

warnings : themes of memory loss

Names used : Y/N, 'darling', 'pet', 'little thief'

vaguely spicy, theres tension but no one is touched in that way. Its kinda implied they might do something a bit riskaay in the future.

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

1,473 words

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You woke in silk sheets, contrasting the smooth cold floor you were sure you fell asleep on. You groaned slowly turning your head from side to side, your arms curling against your chest as your back arched, the soft cracks harmonizing with your drawn-out yawn. Your tongue curled in your mouth and the bridge of your nose scrunched. You blinked up at the ceiling, at peace with the world. And then you quickly realized that you shouldn't be in a silk bed. You jolted upright, wrinkling and slipping on the sheets as you scrambled in a mad panic to your feet. Your tail tucked between your legs, ears flat, and pupils thin as you panted. Your eyes darted around the room like flies evading a swat, taking in your surroundings. The room was large and opulent and a little gaudy if you were honest. It was as though the entire room was made of gold and if it wasnt gold then it was either the finest carved wood or silk, primarily deep emerald and olive greens and black. Your eyes trailed to one of the four pillars in the corners of the room. Each pillar curved to the high ceiling like a dome, all joining in the middling of the ceiling. You stared for a moment, taking a little time to appreciate the intricate star carvings you were previously too sleepy to admire properly, and then your eyes trailed down the opposite pillar where you found Loki with crossed arms staring at you.

You narrowed your eyes, practically snarling at the God. "Where am I?" You spat, glancing him up and down to check for weapons. Loki took a step forward and you immediately took two back. "You are in my bedchambers, Darling." 'Darling?' you echoed in your head but made no verbal comment. "Why aren't we in prison?" You asked, raising an eyebrow before gritting your teeth "If my sentence gets fucked over because of you breaking us out I'm gonna kill you." You snap and Loki raised his hands as though he were calming an animal, which seemed to work. You lowered your shoulders just a tad but still kept your guard. Loki made his way to his bed, sitting on the edge, the silk sheets creasing under him. "I spoke with Odin while you slept and after much consideration, he has decided that my sentence may be lowered if I take a page out of Thors book and travel down to-" His face scrunches and he flicks his head like he tasted a strong drink "Midgard. Learn about their culture and assist on a few missions those um, little hero people do. He reassures me I will not be completely off the hook but if I prove I have changed since my little uh, incident then he will reconsider the length. " Loki explained, using his hands quite a lot, waving them as though he were a magician casting spells.

You stared at him for a moment and then put your hands on your hips, jutting your hip out in an annoyed fashion. "And what does this have to do with me?" you pestered and Loki hummed "I requested you come with me." Your heart drops and your teeth clench, the colour drains from your face.

In all your years of cosmic thieving, you have bounced from planet to planet, meeting all kinds of people. But there is one place you have always avoided, always turned down any job offers there, and that place is Midguard. You do not remember much of your life there, there is a large chunk of time missing but what you do know is that something in that chunk of time happened that makes your stomach turn at the sight of those blues skies and green grass. You arnt sure what would be worse, knowing what happened, or staying oblivious. Something echoed through the ringing in your ears. There it was again. The ringing cut out and you were brought back to reality.

"Y/N" Loki repeated, his concerned face a little too close for comfort. You shake your head quickly and step away from him. "What was that?" He questioned and you furrowed your eyebrows for a moment, thinking over how you could respond. "I- mm. Its nothing. " You insist and Loki stares for a minute before nodding. "Right then, we leave tomorrow morning. I suggest you bathe and get fresh clothing. Your current outfit will be ready for you in the morning if you chose to. " He stated, gesturing to your clothing and then to a pile of folded silk robes. "You may change into those." He finished and you hummed "Wow you guys loooove silk, dont ya?" You snickered, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. Loki let out a breathy chuckle. "The bathroom is just there, pet" He hummed, pointing to an ornate door.

Before long you were alone, soaking in soapy waters that smelt of citrus and rain, your eyes fluttering closed as you took in the smell of the expensive candles burning on the sink. Your mind wanders to what happened earlier and your body tenses though luckily the warm water and soothing smells help to sooth your stress. 'What happened?' You wonder and your eyebrows furrow. For the first time in years you try your hardest to think back, just a sliver of something, anything at all. Perhaps before, when the loss was fresh you could have regained something but the wound has been left to scar so as things are now you were left with nothing. You do find some comfort in the loss though, perhaps somewhere in the sea of forget there is someone who once cared for you during all the pain you must have endured. While it would be nice to know for sure, you also don't know that there wasn't anyone. It is nice to pretend, cling to that sliver of hope.

After a good hour, you crawled out of the bathtub and rubbed yourself down with a soft towel. Once you were dry you wrapped yourself in the robes you had been given. You spun, watching the fabric spread out in the air. These were clearly night garments, evident by their loose nature and the stars that now littered the sky.

You could feel Loki's eyes on you the moment you walked out. His fingers glided down the leather bindings of the book he was reading as though it were intentional and he licked his lips. "How was your bath?" He questioned and you hummed, sitting on a soft chair on the opposite side of the room to him "It was nice I suppose- but- earlier I never got to ask. Why did you want me to come with you?" You questioned and for the first time, it seemed that Loki faltered, swallowing down his saliva and glancing away. He recomposed himself and replied "I deemed that you were worthy of accompanying me on my mission. " He stated before getting a sly look on his face "Dont think I dont know who you are. I didn't quite catch on at first but now I realise that you are that little thief I've heard whispers about. I'm told you even stole from the collector. My my... naughty boy. " He hummed with a devilish chuckle. You scoffed "Oh please it wasn't that hard." Loki raised his eyebrows and stood, snapping his book shut. "My point is, you are quite the little trickster yourself and I greatly admire your work. So I believe you could be quite useful to me. "He hummed. "And what is in it for me, exactly?" You question.

Loki smiles and it sends shivers down your spine, he chuckles, stepping closer to you. "Your sentence will be completely diminished. And I-" Loki reaches out, now looming over you while you sit in your chair, and places a hand under your chin while you gaze up at him. "- can think of plenty of things to make it worth your while on top of that." You narrow your eyes and smile "Oh yeah? like what?" you prod and before you can stand Loki lets go and walks to the bed. With the snap of his fingers, he is in his nightwear and you sigh, a little disappointed. "You will likely find out soon enough." He chuckled, crawling into bed. You glance around, shaking the disappointment away. A moment of silence falls and Loki lifts his head from the pillow "The fainting couch. You may sleep there. " He says, nodding to the blanket folded up on the sofa. "Right. Thanks," you mutter. You lay yourself down, curling up under the thick blanket. You wrap your tail around you and take in a deep breath, letting sleep overcome you.

You had a very big day tomorrow.

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[snowyslytherinowl]

Most Crushed on Male Harry Potter Characters: A Study (Version 2)

Because I feel that my original study on the most crushed on male Harry Potter characters was flawed, I decided to do a part 2. This time, I looked at all of the characters listed below on every website, regardless of whether they have 10 works or 10,000 works. On AO3, I also looked at original character pairings because I believe the author is usually attracted to the canon character they’re writing about or they’re writing for an audience that is attracted to the canon character. However, I couldn’t look up OC-prairings for Tumblr and Wattpad and explain why under their individual sections. The websites I looked at were AO3, Tumblr, and Wattpad. These are the results as of December 31, 2023 (I know I’m late to posting this, but it’s because I forgot to add other edits to this post until now)! 

Included characters: Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Newt Scamander, Cedric Diggory, Sebastian Sallow, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, James Potter, Tom Riddle/Voldemort, Ominis Gaunt, Neville Longbottom, Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott, Oliver Wood, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire. 

Note: I didn’t include Harry Potter (the character) because results for Harry Potter on Wattpad and Tumblr frequently returned results about the Harry Potter fandom as a whole, not Harry Potter himself. 

Original study link (August 6, 2023) here!

*Collage is mine, but all the photos were found on Google

AO3

What I did: The number of works under “(male character)/reader” and “(male character)/you” differed, so the green number is the higher number of works between those 2 tags. The blue number is the number of works in “(male character)/original character(s).” The red number is the added total between the green and blue numbers. The characters will be ranked based on the red number.

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 1,445 + 2,981 = 4,426 works

Severus Snape: 1,128 + 2,769 = 3,897 works

Sirius Black: 952 + 2,236 = 3,188 works

Remus Lupin: 900 + 1,500 = 2,400 works

Sebastian Sallow: 880 + 1,379 = 2,259 works

Fred Weasley: 743 + 1,228 = 1,971 works

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 361 + 979 = 1,340 works

George Weasley: 684 + 932 = 1,616 works

Ominis Gaunt: 421 + 697 = 1,118 works

Regulus Black: 223 + 878 = 1,101 works

James Potter: 375 + 506 = 881 works

Charlie Weasley: 152 + 548 = 700 works

Cedric Diggory: 232 + 422 = 654 works

Ron Weasley: 212 + 430 = 642 works

Lucius Malfoy: 202 + 384 = 586 works 

Neville Longbottom: 190 + 383 = 573 works

Theodore Nott: 95 + 426 = 521 works

Newt Scamander: 336 + 130 = 466 works

Blaise Zabini: 79+ 322 = 401 works

Oliver Wood: 123 + 198 = 321 works

Bill Weasley: 106 + 170 = 276 works

Mattheo Riddle: 59 + 108 = 167 works

Theseus Scamander: 72 + 25 = 97 works

Lorenzo Berkshire: 10 + 13 = 23 works

Potential problems: 

I think the AO3 results are the most accurate since for the most part, all reader-insert works are under only 1 name of the character, not something like “Snape/Reader” and then “Severus Snape/Reader.” However, I did notice that there were sometimes works with 2 characters where 1 character had a relationship with the character, while the other character was in a loveless arranged marriage or some sort of non-con relationship that the author didn’t mean to romanticize. 

Also, whenever I calculated the the number of works under both “(male character)/Original Female Character(s)” and “(male character)/Original Male Character(s)” it was always less than the the number of works under “(male character)/Original Character(s).” Therefore, I’m not sure if this means I undercounted OC-pairing works.

Tumblr

What I did: I researched “(male character) x reader,” “(male character) x you,” and “(male character) x y/n.” The number of followers under these tags sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of followers between the 3 tags. However, I couldn’t count the number of followers for any tag along the lines of (male character)/OC. This is because Tumblr doesn’t provide the number of followers for OC-pairing tags for whatever reason. Also, some characters are tied because Tumblr only shows followers in thousands and hundreds, not the specific number. 

Results:

Draco Malfoy: 15k followers

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin: 12k followers

James Potter: 10k followers

Fred Weasley: 9.2k followers

Tom Riddle: 6.6k followers

George Weasley: 6.4k followers

Newt Scamander: 6.2k followers

Regulus Black: 5.7k followers

Theodore Nott: 5.4k followers

Mattheo Riddle: 5.1k followers

Severus Snape: 4.5k followers

Sebastian Sallow: 4.2k followers

Cedric Diggory: 3.9k followers

Ominis Gaunt: 2.7k followers

Ron Weasley: 2.6k followers

Charlie Weasley: 2.2k followers

Neville Longbottom and Oliver Wood: 1.9k followers

Theseus Scamander: 1.8k followers

Bill Weasley: 1.5k followers

Lucius Malfoy and Lorenzo Berkshire: 1.4k followers

Blaise Zabini: 1.3k followers

Potential problems: 

Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like “Remus Lupin x Reader” and “Lupin x Reader.” 

I’m not entirely sure how Tumblr rounds the number of followers under a tag, but the number of followers can vary drastically for characters that are tied depending on how Tumblr rounds. For example, Sirius may have 12,900 followers and Remus may have 12,009 followers, or Sirius may have 12,499 followers and Remus may have 12,001 followers. Therefore, the lack of an exact number of followers under a tag has the potential to mess up the accuracy of the total final results. 

I noticed that not every single result under the tag was actually a reader-insert post. However, I don’t think this is a major issue since I counted the number of followers under a tag who are under the impression that every post with that tag actually adheres to the tag title. 

Wattpad

What I did: I searched for “(male character) x reader,” (male character) x you, and (male character) x y/n. The number of results under these searches sometimes differed, so I recorded the highest number of results between the 3 tags. I didn’t search for anything along the lines of (male character) x OC (refer to “potential problems” for my explanation). 

Results:

Lorenzo Berkshire: 59.3k results 

Draco Malfoy: 48.7k results

Neville Longbottom: 46.2k results

Newt Scamander: 42.9k results

Cedric Diggory: 41.5k results

Ominis Gaunt: 30.3k results

Theodore Nott: 22.2k results

Ron Weasley: 19.7k results

Remus Lupin: 17.3k results

James Potter: 14.9k results

Sirius Black: 14.3k results

Severus Snape: 13k results

Fred Weasley: 11.6k results

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: 11.1k results

George Weasley: 9.2k results

Oliver Wood: 4.8k results

Regulus Black: 3.4k results

Blaise Zabini: 3k results

Lucius Malfoy: 2.5k results

Mattheo Riddle: 1.8k results

Bill Weasley: 1.6k results

Charlie Weasley: 1.4k results

Sebastian Sallow: 400 results

Theseus Scamander: 175 results

Potential problems: 

I don’t think these results are very accurate, especially since Lorenzo has only 23 works on AO3 yet somehow has more results here than Draco. Because Tumblr doesn’t have a set tag for reader-insert works, I had to look up characters under multiple names, like Remus Lupin x Reader and Lupin x Reader. 

Searches for James, Potter, and Remus frequently returned Marauder fanfiction collections which didn’t separate works for the individual characters. 

As I stated above, I didn’t research pairings with OCs since many of the results didn’t even return OC pairings. For example, the very first result for Snape x OFC is literally a fic of James Potter x Snape. 

If you compare my results from the original study, some of the characters have fewer results than they originally had. I’m not sure if this is an error on my part, if Wattpad changed how it returns results for searches, or if some fics were deleted. 

Wattpad doesn’t provide the exact number of results for each search, so this has the potential to mess up the final total results.

Final Total Results

Draco Malfoy: ≈68,126 admirers 

Lorenzo Berkshire: ≈60,723 admirers

Newt Scamander: ≈49,566 admirers

Neville Longbottom: ≈48,673 admirers

Cedric Diggory: ≈46,054 admirers

Ominis Gaunt: ≈34,118 admirers

Remus Lupin: ≈31,700 admirers

Sirius Black: ≈29,488 admirers

Theodore Nott: ≈28,121 admirers

James Potter: ≈25,781 admirers

Ron Weasley: ≈22,942 admirers

Fred Weasley: ≈22,771 admirers

Severus Snape: ≈21,397 admirers

Tom Riddle/Voldemort: ≈19,040 admirers

George Weasley: ≈17,216 admirers

Regulus Black: ≈10,201 admirers

Sebastian Sallow: ≈6,859 admirers

Mattheo Riddle: ≈7,067 admirers

Oliver Wood: ≈7,021 admirers

Blaise Zabini: ≈4,701 admirers

Lucius Malfoy: ≈4,486 admirers

Charlie Weasley: ≈4,300 admirers

Bill Weasley: ≈3,376 admirers

Theseus Scamander: ≈2,072 admirers

Once again, I doubt the accuracy of these results, so take these results with a grain of salt. However, I do think these results are more accurate than my last research study since I tried to be more precise. Also, these results aren’t necessarily indicative of how much a character is crushed on since there are probably plenty of people who don’t write fanfiction, follow tags on their loved character, or interact with fanfiction/the fandom in general. I will do this study on female characters sometime in the future, but I don’t know if I’ll redo this study on male characters. Thanks for reading! 

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The Curse of Crystal Lake | Keegan P. Russ x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood

Throats get slit in this neck of the wood

Captivated by the violence

- Male reader with Keegan Russ ❞

: ̗̀➛ it's only meant to be a holiday, but you and Keegan are thrown into something far more powerful and violent than you could have imagined.

: ̗̀➛ death, blood, injury, swearing, alcohol consumption, sex references (nothing explicit), descriptions of dead bodies & mutilation

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Admittedly, the cabin was beautiful; surrounded by lush green trees and bushes with plenty of berries. Deer and foxes ran rampant, which the dog didn't mind, but he was more than happy upon seeing the plenty of squirrels running around.

The lake was an olive green colour, and smelled every so slightly like fresh berries, probably from where the bushes dropped them throughout the season. It was gorgeous. Ajax was the first to go inside, followed closely by Logan. The former had the keys to the cabin, and hummed as he threw his bag down on the sofa.

Hesh stayed outside, letting Logan take their bags in so that he could keep playing with Riley; he threw a stick into the lake, and watched as the military dog had the one thing you all so desperately needed - a holiday.

But pulling you aside, Keegan cleared his throat as he looked you up and down; you were still a little shaken from the pit stop at the gas station.

An old man had approached you all, and looked you right in the eyes as he said: "You're all doomed."

"Don't worry about it," Keegan told you quietly, shaking his head. "He was probably just trying to ward away tourists."

You shook your head, swallowing thickly. "And what about the sign we saw? You heard Ajax, this place is Camp Blood."

He scoffed as he tugged at his shirt a little to stop it from clinging to his body. "We're miles from there… besides, the mum of that guy is dead. Her head was chopped off. Nothing's gonna happen… why else would Ajax's cousin let us have this place for the weekend?"

You scratched the back of your neck. "Did the Walkers at least check it out?"

"Yeah," Keegan shrugged. "Hesh, Logan and Elias, they all checked it out. Everything's fine… biggest problem will be keeping Riley away from the squirrels."

You wanted to believe him, you wanted to be reassured, but there was something at the bottom of your stomach saying not to; there was something at the bottom of your stomach telling you to grab everyone and run the fuck away from Camp Crystal Lake as fast as possible. The last time you had that feeling was before you were transferred to the Ghosts; an old comrade of yours, Simon, was injured by an avalanche in the mountains.

Moments before, you had gotten that feeling.

You weren't usually one to distrust your own instincts. You weren't often one to distrust your gut, but for whatever reason, you decided to trust Keegan. Maybe it was just nerves. Maybe it was just a slight anxiety at being so far away from the house that you and Keegan shared.

Granted, your home was standing right in front of you, and in his icy blue eyes, you knew that you could at least try to trust him and to put aside your gut feelings.

"Riley!" Hesh shouted, chasing after his dog. "Riley, come here!"

But it was too late, and Riley had bolted away after a squirrel. Sighing heavily, Hesh shook his head and chewed the inside of his lip as he looked between you and Keegan.

"He'll come back."

Of course he would. Riley was a loyal dog, and even though he was given some time off, he was still a working dog; he would end up either losing the squirrel's trail or killing it, and he would soon enough come back to the cabin.

Riley wasn't an idiot, and he wasn't a bad dog. Just a dog who finally got to have a holiday, a break from deployment and working. Just like the rest of you. A well deserved holiday, a couple of days to relax, recharge; Elias had told you all to make the most of it, and of course you all wanted to.

Hesh looked worried, though, and frowned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"He will come back, right?"

You put your hand on his shoulder as you hummed softly. "Riley's a good boy, of course he'll come back! He's just doing what dogs do."

Hesh nodded, and Keegan cleared his throat. "Riley's gonna come back, he's just gotta get it out of his system. That's all."

"C'mon," you told him. "We'll go inside, unpack our shit and have a few beers - Keegan, you alright to grab our bag?"

Keegan nodded. "Yeah, I'll grab it."

He saw you and Hesh in, but as he headed back to the car, he hummed softly. An odd sensation came over him as he looked around, his gaze landing on the woodland to the right.

He assumed it was just a deer, the feeling of eyes on him couldn't have been anything else; it was too early for foxes to be around, and there were no coyotes in the area. The bears would have been further towards the mountains, as the lake held no fish or other food sources except the berry bushes, but they were scattered all around the area.

Keegan did his best to shrug it off, even if a cold shiver did run down his delicate spine, making him clench his jaw. There was a rustle amongst the trees.

"Riley?" He called, but when nothing answered, he assumed it was just some animal, and shrugged as he grabbed your shared bag from the car boot.

Yeah, it was probably just a deer. It couldn't have been anything else. There was nothing else. But still, Keegan didn't waste much time in grabbing the bag and heading inside the cabin; he was thankful that you and him were sharing a room, after all, it only seemed natural that the one couple should.

Ajax was sleeping in the master bedroom, with Hesh on the sofa and Logan on the floor. Already, the three had gotten their things sorted and settled for the weekend, while Keegan found you in the bedroom, sitting on the bed and typing away on your phone.

"There's no signal here," you huffed, shaking your head. "Only WiFi thanks to Ajax's cousin."

"We're in the middle of nowhere," Keegan pointed out as he tossed the bag down by the wardrobe. "What did you expect?"

"Fair point," you nodded. "At least we have internet - we can still watch TV."

He hummed, just shy of a chuckle as he unzipped the bag and opened it. "I'd be careful outside - there's a lot of deer around, you might get attacked if you go near a doe with a fawn."

You put the phone down, leaving it open on your conversation with Alex and Farah in the group chat, and gently leaned over to kiss his cheek. "You're sure we'll be safe here?"

"You're ex-SAS," he pointed out. "We're highly trained special ops. What do you think?"

You tried to squash your anxiety, helping Keegan to sort everything out; completely unarmed, you had to admit, you felt a little bit… naked, almost. Exposed. Vulnerable.

But when you settled in the living room with the others and started to crack open some beers, you slowly felt the nerves die away; maybe it was just a little bit of anxiety at being away from the house after all.

The night went well at least, with you sitting on Keegan's lap as he laughed with the others and kept his grip on you tight.

"You never told me," Hesh started, his words a little bit slurred, "who asked who out?"

"I had to ask him out," you replied with a grin, "old strong and silent here didn't have the gall."

Keegan rolled his eyes at the comment, doing his best not to smile. "Sure."

Ajax got up, hiccuping as he held his chest for a moment and giggled. "I gotta take a whizz - I'll be right back."

He left you all there, stumbling out into the dark to find the outhouse; he giggled to himself when he stumbled over a log, shaking his head as he grinned and sang softly to himself.

An old military canteen song.

The tune was sweet, and Ajax felt warm as he stumbled through the dark woods, trying to find the outhouse. When he collided into something large and looming, he only laughed.

"Get off your damn stilts, Logan!"

The body lurched forward, grabbing him by the arm.

"Logan, you're hurting me," Ajax said weakly. "Let go, man! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Intoxicated, Ajax struggled to fight back as he was pushed against a tree; he squirmed and clawed at the arm holding him, telling Logan to stop.

But when he looked into those lifeless and soulless eyes, he knew it wasn't Logan, and swallowed thickly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could so much as breathe, a thick and heavy blade collided with his mouth and cut through his skull. The killer didn't move as he watched Ajax's body slump down; his head separated from the upper jaw, it slid over the blade, and fell to the ground with a thump.

Back at the cabin, you looked at the clock, and frowned. "Ajax has been gone for a long time…"

"Probably just taking a shit," Hesh giggled. "He'll be back soon."

"He's either taking a shit, or he's pissing like a racehorse," Logan agreed with a laugh. "He did just break his seal."

"Y'know," Keegan murmured in your ear, "if Ajax is off to the outhouse, we could have some fun…"

You licked your lips, and turned your head slightly to look at him, raising your brows. "What kinda fun?"

"Your favourite," he whispered.

You stood up, taking his hand in yours as you smiled. "We'll be back soon."

Keegan nodded curtly. "Goodnight, kids."

Hesh and Logan groaned in disgust, shaking their heads in disapproval; if there was anything that they didn't want to think about, it was the fact that you and Keegan were in the bedroom doing something that they would never mention.

It was bad enough when it happened at base, but at least they could easily escape; Hesh often took Riley for a long walk, while Logan usually decided to go and do some training at the on-site gun range.

Ajax wasn't back in the morning, but you assumed, when you left the bedroom wearing Keegan's shirt, that he probably just went for a walk to cure his hangover. You tried not to think too much of it, although when Hesh said that he was going to look for Riley again, you shook your head.

"You can't do that," you protested. "Not alone, anyway."

Hesh tilted his head to the side as he furrowed his brows. "What do you mean? We're perfectly safe here."

"I dunno," you sighed. "Something just feels… funny. I don't like it."

He shrugged as he gently patted your back and smiled. "You're probably just a little hungover… go back to bed. I'll be back by the time you and Keegan sleep it off."

You thought he was probably right, so you sighed as you headed back to the bedroom; you tried to sleep when you snuggled up to Keegan's side again, listening to his quiet snoring like your favourite lullaby, but you couldn't settle.

Hesh headed out into the woods all alone without any protection, whistling and calling for Riley time and time again; he huffed as he sat down on a mossy rock, wondering where that damn dog could have gone.

A twig snapped, and immediately, he looked over. His heart was racing as he swallowed thickly, grabbing a large rock and holding it tightly, ready to throw it as he watched something, someone, draw closer.

"Dude," Logan scoffed. "Were you planning to kill me?"

"What?" Hesh scoffed, tossing the rock aside. "Of course not!"

Logan furrowed his brows as he shook his head. "You found him, yet?"

Hesh sighed, shaking his head. "No… heard him barking, saw the trail of dead squirrels, but… nothing."

"It's not like him," Logan admitted, sitting down on the same rock.

"You think I don't know that?" Hesh growled. "He's my dog, not yours."

"He's only your dog because Dad said so," Logan huffed. "Otherwise he'd be a family pet."

"Go that way," Hesh spat, pointing north. "I'll take the south."

"Fine," Logan begrudgingly agreed, getting up and starting to walk through the woods.

Hesh followed suit, going his own way; he wasn't really sure where he was going, but when he stepped in something wet and squishy, he groaned, assuming it was a pile of Riley's shit… but then he looked at his boots.

Red and pink.

He swallowed thickly, and took a step back before looking just to his right; a scream left his throat as he looked at Ajax's body. The top half of his head was missing. But Hesh's scream did little, as he looked around upon hearing something that sounded like whispers coming from the trees.

"Ki ki ki. Ma ma ma."

Quickly hiding behind a tree, Hesh searched the ground for something, anything that he could have used to defend himself; deciding on a slightly pointed stick, he picked it up, and took a deep breath before launching from behind the tree. He was quick, impaling the masked man to a nearby tree as he painted heavily.

His eyes landed on the bloodstained overalls, the soaked and stained hockey mask, the lifeless and soulless eyes. He swallowed thickly.

"Logan!" Hesh called loudly. "Logan, c'mere!"

Hesh kept the masked man pinned while Logan rushed over, panting heavily.

"Dude! What the fuck?"

Hesh scowled. "This fucker killed Ajax."

"Oh?" Logan scowled as he picked up a large rock and nodded to himself. "Then maybe we should show him what Ghosts are best at."

Hesh nodded in agreement, twisting the stick and ensuring that the masked man was pinned properly against the trunk. "My thoughts exactly."

The masked man huffed, and lifted his blade before crashing it against the stick, easily hacking it in half; Logan threw the rock at his head, causing him to turn as Hesh decided to go for the throat.

He jumped on the masked man, digging his fingernails into his skin as much as he could. But the fucker didn't even flinch as he grabbed Logan by the throat, and pulled him close.

With an easy jerk, a snapping sound echoed throughout the woods.

"Logan!" Hesh screamed, starting to punch and bite at the masked man until he was thrown off. "Logan!"

The masked man dug his nails into the back of Hesh's neck, ripping the skin clean; muscle throbbed as blood slowly trickled out, but the masked man didn't stop, forcing Hesh to the ground and putting a boot on his chest.

With little more than a soft grunt of effort, he forced the blade into Hesh's skull. Blood splattered everywhere, and with a snarl, the masked man picked up the brothers' bodies, and impaled them on nearby branches.

A warning. His business was almost finished as he watched the blood and entrails slowly drip down from the leaves. A soft nod of approval.

"Ki ki ki. Ma ma ma."

Riley came to the front door of the cabin whimpering and whining, scratching at the door until you opened it; you smiled, bending down and hugging the dog tightly as you laughed softly.

"Oh, you silly boy! Hesh is gonna be so happy to see you!"

Riley barked sharply, backing away from you and barking again.

"What is it?" Keegan asked as he came to stand beside you, his arm over your shoulders.

Riley barked again.

"Riley?" You tilted your head to the side. "Riley, it's us, boy."

But the dog only barked again, taking a few steps back and looking towards the woods.

"I think he wants us to follow him," Keegan said slowly, shaking his head.

"Maybe he found Hesh?" You asked with a shrug. "I dunno, maybe Hesh decided to take a nap or something so Riley wants us to make sure he's okay?"

"Maybe," Keegan agreed quietly. "But I haven't seen Logan or Ajax, either."

"Maybe they're all together," you said slowly, swallowing thickly. "Maybe they decided to get drunk in the woods?"

"Yeah," he breathed out, unsteady. "Maybe… we best follow him."

You agreed, jogging after the dog when he started to run off; Keegan wasn't far behind you, constantly checking over his shoulder. You weren't sure where you were going, but when you found a dilapidated and neglected shed, you paused, hesitant to go in as Riley barked and barked.

"Riley?" You furrowed your brows as you looked at the dog. "You good?"

Riley barked, hackles going up as he stared at the door.

Keegan glared at you for a split second. "We're not going in there."

"I dunno," you sighed. "It's like… like he's captivated by the violence of some run down shed… maybe the others are in there."

You pushed the door open, carefully stepping inside; the stench of death was one you were used to, but when you saw the shrine with the decapitated head, you couldn't help but to gag as you turned away for a moment.

"Fuck me…"

Keegan looked over, closing the door behind him as he grimaced. "What the fuck?"

"Look at this shit," you coughed, spluttering as you examined the shrine. "This is… this is Missus Voorhees…"

Keegan's face fell as he swallowed thickly. "Didn't she have a kid?"

"Yeah," you nodded slowly. "Jason…"

"Jason Voorhees," he grumbled. "Fuck."

"Keegan, throats get slit in this neck of the woods," you said softly. "You don't think…"

He swallowed thickly as he nodded. "Fuelled by the flood, we pay in blood… Crystal Lake is cursed… and we're at the receiving end…"

When you heard footsteps, you didn't think it through, shoving Keegan into the nearest hiding spot as you grabbed the axe on the floor and readied yourself, clenching your jaw tightly as you tensed up; Jason barged in, tilting his head to the side like he was asking what you were doing in his home.

"I'm sorry about your mother," you told him through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry about what happened to you as a kid - but why? Why my friends?"

Jason huffed, brandishing his machete.

"You killed my friends," you growled. "Why?! Why, motherfucker?!"

Keegan scrambled for something he could use, landing on an old iron poker as he slowly crept up behind Jason; quickly, he set it against the masked man's throat, tilting it up to expose the jugular.

"Do it now!" Keegan howled. "Chop his head off!"

You took the swing, and watched as Jason's head rolled to the floor with a slash of thick red blood; Keegan let the body thump down on the floor as he let out a shaky breath.

"We have to chop up the body," you told him. "It's the only way to stop him coming back."

"We have to find Logan and Hesh," Keegan told you, shaking his head. "Go into the town, get the sheriff - take the car. I'll find the boys."

You nodded, but paused to grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Keegan said quietly, murmuring the words. "Now go, Sir. Please."

While you and Riley ran back to the car, jumping in and desperate to try and get it to start, you failed to realise that there had been a hole slashed into it that had caused the petrol to leak out.

You cursed and slammed your hands on the steering wheel, sobbing before you ran back into the cabin. You tried to go on your phone, only to find that the WiFi was down and it had not charged. It was dying.

"Oh, fuck!"

You waited, barricading yourself and Riley in the bedroom; uneasy as you tried to remember your training and hoped that Keegan would be alright.

"I'm back!" Keegan howled from the window outside. "Why didn't you go?!"

"The car's dead!" You barked back, pulling him through before slamming and locking the window. "And the electric's out - all communications are dead!"

"Alright, alright," Keegan said quietly, nodding to himself. "So we'll wait it out until someone comes looking for us."

"He's dead," you whispered, clinging to your boyfriend. "Isn't he?"

"I hope so," he admitted. "I couldn't find Logan or Hesh…"

A stray tear left his eye as he sniffled. "It's just us…"

"We're really paying for the curse of Crystal Lake," you whimpered. "Aren't we?"

"We'll be fine," Keegan said shakily. "We'll be fine."

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DOCTOR WHO

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-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge