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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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How Would You...? -Pedri González

Warnings: Contains a bit of suggestive themes (It's safe for everyone to read)

Summary: You and your boyfriend discuss the different kind of kisses you have

"¿Qué estás viendo, bonita?" Pedri said after hearing you laugh out loud for the fourth time in a row, pausing his video games

"La DIVAZA" You replied in between laughter "He's so funny" You wheezed, hitting your legs repeatedly as the youtuber came up with another of it's occurrences

"What's he saying that you find so funny?"

"THE WAY HE TALKS, PEPI!" You reply as best as you can, tears up in your eyes from laughing so hard.

The video ended but you were still laughing, you looked up at your boyfriend to find him looking at you with a small smile on his face

"What?" You asked calming down a bit, Pedri shook his head smiling

"Nothing. Let me see one of those videos to see what's so funny. I want to have a good laugh too" He asked turning off his console and making himself comfy in between your legs

And you spent your evenings like that, laughing your asses off until a video came up "Tipos de Besos con Caeli" (Type of Kisses with Caeli)

"I never thought I would see Pedro doing one of these kind of videos"

"¿Pedro?" You nod

"He's your twin name, Pepi" You murmur too invested on watching the video

Caeli and Pedro started introducing the video for a bit until they were ready to proceed with it and the words Primer Beso appeared on your screen

"¿Cómo diste tú primer beso?" (How was your first kiss?) Pedro had asked Caeli

"Pues... No me gustó" (Well... I didn't like it) She said making both of you giggle a bit

"Yo siento que un primer beso... Es como..." (I feel like a first kiss... Is something like...) Pedro said grabbing Caeli by her face and smashing his lips into hers

"THAT'S TOTALLY HOW A FIRST KISS SHOULDN'T GO!" Pepi replied making you laugh

"How was your first kiss then?" You asked him challenging

"It was totally normal" Pedri replied "I didn't grabbed the girls face and just smashed my lips against her roughly" You laugh "Like, it was when I was twelve and it was all awkward" You laugh once more "Yours?" Pedri had asked after some silence

"It was when I was seventeen and it was behind a tree"

"¡Hostia pero que eso suena como si fuese de película!" (Fuck, that sounds like it was taken out of a movie) He got up from your hold

"But I didn't liked it" You shook your head "Mostly because his family was spying on us, so it made me so uncomfortable" You still blushed laughing "Oh my days, I still remember his mom's face and I truly couldn't look at them in the eyes for the rest of the evening" Pedri laughed with you a little

"You remember our first kiss?" He asked

"Of course I do" You smiled "We were so nervous but we so wanted it" He nodded several times with a light smile "I even did the first move" You made fun of him

"You did it because I was too scared to fuck it up!"

"Come here and just gimme another of those kisses" You pucker your lips and Pedri didn't waste any time on joining his with yours

"C'mon, let's keep on seeing this, I wanna know what other crazy first kisses does this guy have" You laugh pressing play again

Beso Francés appeared on the screen

"¿Me das un beso francés?" (Give me a french kiss?) Pedri asked

"Are you just going to want to do or talk of all of the kisses they do?" You ask laughing as Pedri nodded

"I wanna know how we do them"

"But we already do them"

"Uncounsciously" You laugh shaking your head but still leaning towards him and gave him a proper french kiss. Your mouths moving in synchrony, your tongues meeting each other, slow and full of passion.

The hand that wasn't holding your phone was on his neck as one of his was on your waist and the other one on your thigh

Pedri's lips eventually started to trail down your neck, you were lost in your boyfriend's touches and kisses until you almost let the device fall from your hand, bringing you back to the world

"It was just a kiss, campeón" You breathed out, grabbing him by the jaw and leave one peck on his lips

"Got too excited, sorry" You smiled pressing play once more "Do we smile as we kiss?" Pedri asked you watching another kiss, la Divaza had suggested

"A lot of times, yeah" You nod smiling remembering that you shared one of those waking up in the morning

"We're just happy with each other, then" Pedri concluyed as you giggled

"We are"

Beso de 3

"We have never had one of those and we never will, thank you; next" Pedri said quickly making you laugh

Pedri didn't like sharing and neither did you. And you liked your kisses to stay in between just you two

Beso Agresivo

"I don't think we have-"

"Shut your mouth, González" You said cutting hiim off "Whenever you lose matches or whenever any of us is angry we have those"

"And they always end up in something extremely good" He winked at you causing you to blush

You couldn't lie. They did.

Beso Coreano

"What the hell is a Korean Kiss?" Pedri asked you extremely confused, his face making you smile

"I think it's what we call a peck" You said

"Ah, pues entonces tenemos muchos de esos, ¿no?" (Ah, well, then we have a lot of those then, don't we?) Pedri asked as you smiled. To answer him you pecked his lips twice. "¿Viste?" (See?) You laughed

Beso de Película

"Like... With the saliva all over our faces and eating our faces off?" He said out of nowhere

"¡PEDRO!" You exploded from laughter

"But is that the one, right?" He asked laughing as you nod

"Something like that"

"We don't do that one so much. But we should"

"No" You whine "It's a bit messy"

"But you like messy kisses too... Come here" He said puckering his lips

"No" You shook your head

"We do have that, not so much, only when we're in another vibe feeling... You get me amor?" He smirked at you as you nod agreeing

"Estás loco, chico" (You're crazy, boy)

Beso Tierno con Lengua

"How do you have a cute kiss with tongue at the same time?" Pepi asked you "I have never had that" You giggled

"Neither have I, amor. It's either cute or messy, one out of two" Pedri nodded

"We should try it"

"Not right now, tho"

"Why not?!" He complained in a pitch tone

"You're getting too many kisses!"

"Well, I'm your boyfriend I'm suppossed to get all the kisses I want!" You shushed him and pressed play

At this very moment you weren't watching La Divaza or Caelil, you weren't paying attention to what they did, you guys were just wanting to know the different kind of kisses and if you have done it or not

Beso de Cuello

"Pfff!" Pedro huffed when he read the title "Todo el tiempo" (All the time) you blushed "I just gave you one some minutes ago"

"I love when you give me neck kisses" You admitted shyly

"I know! That's why I do them!" You cover your face a little as Pedri pushed your hands down "I also love kissing your neck, I love the feeling it gets on you" You looked at him and kissed his neck making him laugh "I also love you kissing my neck"

"You love every kind of kiss"

"¡Que no puedes culparme! ¡Amo los besos de mi novia!" (You can't blame me! I love my girlfriend's kisses!) He says throwing his hands up a bit as you laugh grabbing his grey shirt and pulling him into your side once more

Beso Mañanero

"We just kiss, we don't do that shit with our mouths" You laughed silently agreeing with him

Why would someone kiss like that in the mornings? Morning kisses were lazy, a few pecks and stuff not with pursed lips

Beso 50 Sombras

"That's heated kiss... And everytime we do it, we end up in between the sheets" You said as he nods

"Or the couch, or the kitchen counter, or my car's backseat and many more places" You laugh lightly

"Mostly happens when you're jealous tho"

"Or we're horny"

"¡Pedro!" He laughs

"But out of all, what's your favorite kiss that we do?" Pepi asked you as you hum a bit, you felt his lips on yours quickly

"You thief!" He laughs "Yours is definitely stealing kisses from me!" He laughs blushing "I love every kiss with you but my favorite one has to be the morning kisses, when we're just lazying around and not taking a single care of the world" You heard Pedri nod humming "Yours?"

"I don't have a favorite. Because I love all of our kisses, because it's the love of my life I'm kissing"

"¡Ay, Pedro!" You launched yourself at him, giving him all those kisses he wanted to share with you

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@gaviypedrisbride

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azulsluver · 1 month

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FINALLY ANOTHER YANDERE TF2 BLOG

I’ve checked your blog out and I’m finding out you just recently added tf2 🤭 since requests are open can I get something about the post you did of Scout falling for the teams enemy. Can you write a reaction about realizing they have the hots for them? Spy and Scout pretty please with a cherry on top and thank you 🙏🏻

This one got a lil kick to it

Note that I personally have red and blue tf2 characters have different personalities (bc I made my lil tweaks for blue team as my ocs :3)

tw. yandere, gore (?), description of violence, stalking, implied psychological torture, mind break.

Scout is just that guy. So when you’re face planted into soil or concrete you have already given up on fighting back. It’s harder and less gruesome this time, there isn’t a chance to exchange snarky insults when a bat is smashed into your gut.

You don’t wanna point fingers but you’re so sure the Scout is targeting you. Not even going after your Medic, it’s always straight towards you. There were plenty of times you wanted to confront him about it but that just makes you look silly to pout about.

So when you did have the balls to corner and yell at him to piss off, his winning smile would be the last thing you’d see before being blasted with his scattergun.

You’re beyond furious for not being taken seriously, this feels way more personal than fighting over land, it’s as if you offended him in some way.

Scout definitely takes is personally. Like who even are you? All high and mighty on the enemies team with your cute little weapons. It pisses him off so bad he doesn’t even know why. There’s a deep hated settlement for the Blue team, your other teammates don’t catch his eyes like you did, you want his attention so bad dontcha?

When it’s another day of going out to work you almost wanna stay back. But your team needs you as much as you needed them. So you suck it up and pray that Scout would get tired of you one day. You think of what could go wrong, or how it could get even worse. To the point where you’re forced against the wall with his metal bat strangling your neck, the cold steel crushing your windpipe as Scout eyes you up.

“I felt as this could’ve been way more easier on your part, ya know, take ya out some’r real nice. But you wanna be difficult, huh?”

“I mean, I know you got the hots for me, all the babes do.”

His grip lacks in pressure as he geeks to himself, prideful. Taking large amounts of breaths, your hand finds its weapon and clumsily hit him over the head.

It knocks him off you, you’re wheezing and lightheaded as you stumble on top of him. Your fist repeatedly bashing into his face, all the pent up anger slowly releasing as you come to a stop. Holding onto his dog tag with one hand and the other in his hair.

You can say you fantasized the day Scout would fumble into your hands, where you can put the little shit in his place and show him just exactly why you were hired to be here.

The blood dripping down his nose and mouth was not flattering, but god did it feel good. Scout can only suck in his breaths through busted teeth and nose, hazy eyes staring up at you so adoringly.

Putting an end to it, leaving him back in respawn, Scout shudders as he falls backwards on his ass. His heart racing of feeling alive, dead before, but it felt amazing by your hands. The way you looked at him like he was some scum, angering you might be his new favorite hobby.

However, he had to show you what happens when stunts like those get out of hand, don’t you know only he can do that to you?

Spy didn’t think to find himself in love. Not exactly love, loving someone doesn’t make you repeatedly stab their back more than usual. Lingering, waiting, for you to be alone so he can pounce. It’s ungentlemanly of him, but he doesn’t wanna stop so soon.

Just the smell of cigarettes has you on edge, you know it’s your Spy, damned look-a-like. It leaves you paranoid, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Anyone can be him. Is your Scout a little too nonchalant? Or did you feel unease at your Engineer not answering you in the dead of night, but it’s Engineer, the poor guy needs sleep. But so do you. You can’t feel comfortable in your own base. Always looking over your shoulder, that Demo has been too touchy with you.

It leaves things complicated, one, Spy isn’t so sure on how to reciprocate his feelings with you. It’s unprofessional to date coworkers, one on the other team to be exact. He won’t deny the terror on your face amuses him, it felt nice to know he left a permanent presence that has you petrified. It’s selfish of him to want and indulge, so he carefully, makes himself known in your life. Understand he’s here to stay.

Some psychological damage is being done, you’ve seen plenty of fucked up shit, but being human can only get you so far. It’s gotten to the point you begged your Medic to give you some sorts of medication to sleep better. A place where Spy wouldn’t be able to get you even if he had your physical body back in reality.

You need sleep. He’s making you lose it. You’re losing it and the bags under your eyes are proof.

War leaves something for everyone, a part of you is within those battle grounds. By his hands, laying dead in his arms as your body disintegrates into nothing. You’ll be back at spawn. Dreading to step foot out back to chaos. Because you can see him waiting for you.

Spy needs you without a doubt, you have shown that you aren’t capable of caring for yourself. A mercenary is strong and stable, you were once, yet he’s stripped away a valuable part of you.

#yandere tf2 #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 spy x reader #not my proudest ramble ima be real #feel like I can explore their tactics and behaviors better 😒

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disneyanddisneyships · 9 months

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@gyubby99 I like causing pain.

Warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, cheating, and depression

Aponi drank a bottle of beer as she read the Pamphlet again.

"I had frequent intimate meetings with Linda Davis," it had read.

Over and over again.

She kept reading it.

Over.

And over again.

In her drunken state she threw the bottle in anger.

It hit the wall, smashing to peices as tears rolled down her face.

Her phone lit up with a text from Valentino.

Val: E canceled on me. Somethin about reveling in your misery. You have her time if you can get off your ass and pull yourself together.

Aponi: be there in 20

Val: good. Sing somethin sad. We've been getting more asking about a sad song.

Aponi rolled her eyes and threw the Pamphlet onto her bed before taking a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes out.

She left her apartment.

..........

Aponi walke dinto the back of the club, her head pounding as she took another cigarette out of the pack.

It was her 4th one.

"'Poni?" Angel asked as he saw her. "The fuck happened to you?" He asked.

"Haven't you heard? Alastor's been sleeping around with a little bunny," Aponi replied before getting dressed.

"He fuckin WHAT?!" Angel asked, his features fuming.

Aponi nodded before snatching a performers cocaine, snorting it quickly before straightening herself out.

"Hey.... 'poni you.... I've never seen you do..... drugs...." Angel muttered, worry on his face.

"Whatever. I'm up," Aponi stated before wlaking onto the stage.

The music started.

Aponi had told Val that this was the song she wanted to sing next time she got to, so clearly he made it happen.

She took a breath before starting to sing.

I got no excuses for all of these goodbyes Call me when it's over, 'cause I'm dying inside Wake me when the shakes are gone And the cold sweats disappear Call me when it's over and myself has reappeared

She sang as she threw the cigarette that was in her hand, down onto the floor, stepping on it so it went out.

She knew the song, but she felt if she didn't stop singing it, she'd just break down into a million pieces.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I do it every, every, every time It's only when I'm lonely Sometimes I just wanna cave and I don't wanna fight I try and I try and I try and I try and I try Just hold me, I'm lonely

She sang some more, wrapping her arms around herself as a tear ran down her face for the first time since the Pamphlet.

.......

Deborah walked into the club.

E usually came here to spy on her daughter.

Which worked out really well tonight, seeing that she was on stage.

Deborah smiled softly before taking a seat. However, as she listened to the lyrics, her smile faded.

......

As aponi looked out she saw her mom. And that's when she broke.

Momma, I'm so sorry, I'm not sober anymore And daddy, please, forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor To the ones who never left me, we've been down this road before I'm so sorry, I'm not sober anymore

As Aponi sang, tears fell fown her face, her voice practically raw with emotion.

Deborah looked at her daughter, worried, but keeping her distance.

I'm sorry to my future love for the man that left my bed For making love the way I saved for you inside my head And I'm sorry for the fans I lost who watched me fall again I wanna be a role model, but I'm only human

She sang as she took off the stupid promise ring Alastor had given her, throwing it to the dogs as they all scrambled to get the expensive jewelry.

As she sang, she watched a few regulars walk out of the club, making her feel even worse.

Her face contorted.

It was angry as she sang a few lyrics.

How could he do this to her? After 8 years....

As she sang, she took the microphone and walked to the front of the stage, sitting down curled in a small ball.

She looked at her mom, before turning away in shame.

I'm sorry that I'm here again, I promise I'll get help It wasn't my intention, I'm sorry to myself

As she finished the song the lights went out. She walked off stage like she usually did, and walked straight into her dressing room, curling up on the couch.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Go away, Angel!!!!" Aponibyelled as she wiped the tears from her face.

But the door opened to reveal her mom.

"M-mom?" Aponi asked, shocked as she tensed up.

"Hey Bug...." Deborah muttered.

"Listen, I knownim a big fuck up, but i would really prefer if you didn't tell me 'I told you so'" Aponi stated with a sniff.

Deborah sighed and walked briskly over to her daughter, hugging her from the side.

"Ohhh Lillian.... honey, I know it hurts...." She said in a quiet whisper before pulling Aponi so she was cradling her like a child.

That's when Lilly broke down.....

"I loved him mom," Lilly sobbed as she held onto her mother.

Deborah rocked back and fourth, shushing her.

"Oh honey, I know..... I know you did," She muttered as she stroked Lilly's hair gently.

"Why can't I find love like you and dad did? Why am I so easy to leave and cheat on and fuck up? Why am I so broken?" Lilly sobbed even more.

"Shhh shhhh... baby, you're not broken... other people are... you just.... you just need to find the right person, bug," Deborah replied as she kissed her daughter's head.

#Spotify

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braidlottie · 1 month

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chase you down until you love me.

pairing: nat scatorccio x pervert!transmasc!reader

summary: when you catch your friend relapsing, the only thing you could do is drive to his motel to talk him out of it. hopefully he won’t mind that you’ve been spying him with a hidden camera.

tags: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), dom!nat, age gap, fwb?,,, you're basically misty in this scenario lmao, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, nat slaps you!!, crying, handjob, no aftercare

wc: 628 >:( this is so bad forgive me (the ending especially)

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you exclaimed, chest heaving from running into nat's motel room and throwing the cocaine out of his hands. nat was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring blankly at the wall.

"you just wasted $300 worth of blow." he stared at you now, making you sigh and look at the white powder scattered across the carpet. "look, i'll pay you back. but i couldn't just sit there and watch you destroy your life."

shit.

nat's eyebrows furrowed, watching you look back and forth between him and the owl. "watch me?"

he takes the statue in his hands and throws it down, smashing it on the ground and startling you. he picks up the wireless camera among the debris, holding it up to his face with an agonizing look.

"you were spying on me?" he tilted his head to the side.

"nat-"

"is that what you were doing, you little pervert?"

"i was just trying to protect you!" you lied terribly, digging yourself a deeper grave.

"stop it. how do i- how can i trust you? you're so full of shit!"

nat took a breath, gripping the roots of his hair. "knowing how fucking weird you are, you're probably getting off on this right now."

you didn't even try to protest. nat scoffed, a playful smirk playing on his face.

"you nasty little shit. c'mere." you didn't want to, but you knew nat would make you. you were walking a little too slow for his liking, making him push you up against the counter, your head almost hitting the cabinet behind you.

"you watched me all day, didn't you? i was your own little source of entertainment. watching me and kevyn fuck? i bet you liked that. i know you did." he hissed. "i want you to admit it."

when he got no answer, you weren't expecting a giant slap across the face. "answer me."

"mm- i did like it. seeing you fuck him. i- i wanted it to be me."

there was silence between the two of you before nat spoke again. "you sick little freak."

his words filled with venom and humiliation seemed to get to you, a tear making its way down your cheek. "oh, don't cry now. i thought you wanted this." he got even closer, your noses were almost touching. his hand reached your belt, the buckle as he loosened it, his green eyes staring you down like a hawk.

he felt you squirm, making him hold you firmer in place. once your pants were unbuttoned, he was met with your boner forming a tent in your boxers.

the waistband snapped back before he pulled down, you gasping from the cold air that hit your cock. "natty…"

"god, you're so fucking pathetic." he watched your tdick twitch up every so often from his words. he spit on his hand, coating your dick in it before stroking you.

"yeah… finally getting what you've always wanted. your little cock in my hand." your moans whiny and cracky at his words, trying to rock your hips into him. you sniffed, eyes still teary as the pressure in your stomach blew up like a balloon. "natty, 'm close.."

"aww, you gonna cum for me? gonna make a big mess?" he was so condescending, smiling at the tears streaming down your face. you just nodded, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes. "poor little boy, keeping this in for so long." he pinched your nipple, kissing around the bud. he stopped all of his movements when he heard your final cry, ruining your orgasm.

"what a fucking mess you are." nat looked at your cum stain that dripped onto your boxers. "now get out. and take your fucking camera with you."

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whitedarkmoonflower · 7 months

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Prisoner

Part 4

Part 1,* Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*

Authors note: I wrote the first part of this when I was feeling really down and the rest when I finally got the good news that my health issues have resolved and I don't have to fear anything. I wanted to rewrite everything, but then I thought it's a part of me, a part of my inner turmoil and I left it as it was.

Summary: Sihtric promised to find the cunning thief that saved his life in Bebbanburg, and kept that promise. What he didn't expect was to find her broken. Will his overwhelming love for her, allow him to heal all the wounds?

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Warnings: imprisonment, implied rape in the past, SMUT 18+

Word Count: 5,2 K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek

If you want to be added to the tag list - write to me.

The thick and heavy air made your lungs burn in slow agony with each shallow breath you took. The disgusting smell of filth and rot that hit your nose with the force of a hurricane and made you almost choke on your own breath when you first entered the dungeon didn’t bother you anymore. You had long got used to it, as well as you had got used to the putrid broth and murky water brought to you and the other prisoners by the nuns. The very first time you had refused it, smashing the dirty bowls on the floor with an impudent laugh on your face.

You had been so sure not to stay here for long, so confident in the imminent rescue and so appalled, when the time passed and it didn’t come. You had long lost count of the time, as there was nothing in the dungeon that would hint the movement of the sun, the dim torch light being the only illumination.

You had spun back the last events before your capture hundreds and thousands of times, remembering the tiniest details of your last encounter with Constantin – your lord and protector, whom you had served all those years. There were no more doubts as to the reasons why you had landed in this filthy place. You were betrayed and used as a conciliation gift.

The constant moans and cries, echoing through the walls and corridors, the rustle of rats, hopelessly searching for some remnants of food, and the chirp of the burning torches would have probably driven you mad if not for the burning anger, flaring-up in your chest and filling your veins with fiery determination to take revenge.

But as the time passed even this apocryphal source of energy started to lose its power, leaving room first to despair and then to indifference. Indifference to everything.

The last sensation you remembered was the overwhelming, maddening hunger, your stomach clenching in spasms as you wiggled on the floor, arms wrapped around your waist; your mind was blurred and head spun as rough, bruising hands tore you from your dark oblivion and pulled you up to your feet. Your legs refused to obey and you were literally dragged out of the cell and through the empty, echoing corridors to the stairway and further up into the light, hitting you like a thunderbolt, your eyes unlearned to deal with it.

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Sihtric turned to face the approaching guards dragging a dirty, gaunt, barefooted figure with bound hands, clad in filthy rags that carried a far resemblance to something that must have been a tunic some long time ago.

Even if Sihtric’s memories held a completely different picture of the beautiful widow, turned out to be a cunning spy and thief, but more importantly the unexpected saviour of his life in the fortress of Bebbanburg, he instantly recognised you.

“Is it her? Are you sure?” Uhtred’s voice, like a distant echo, intruded in Sihtric’s bewildered consciousness.

“Yes, it’s her,” Sihtric nodded, trying to preserve a nonchalant expression, only his eyes betraying the real emotions brewing inside him, filling with anxiousness and darkening with growing anger, his gaze fixed on the bony creature, that yelped in pain as it was thrown to the ground before him.

“We have the direct order from the king to bring her before the Bishop’s court in Lundene,” Uhtred addressed the stern-faced man, sitting on a draped chair not far away from a table loaded with paper rolls, almost hiding the young scribe placed behind.

“You can have her,” the man shrugged with shoulders, his face emotionless. “One mouth less to feed, although I don’t think she would have lasted long anyway,” he nodded to the scribe, who hastily scribbled something on the paper roll, and rose from the chair. “Some guards might miss her company though,” he added with a dirty smirk on his lips.

Uhtred’s brows furrowed, repulse evident on his face, as he casted a worried glance to Sihtric, whose face had turned ashen, his eyes clouded with confusion and a burgeoning fury, abruptly turning into cold, hard stones as he watched the guards by your side, muscles in his jaw tightening, lips pressing into a thin line. Sensing the tightening of his friend’s muscles, preparing for a leap, as his hand slid down to the shaft of his axe, Uhtred placed a deterring hand on Sihtric’s shoulders, squeezing it warningly and turned back to the man. “Are you ready? We want to leave as soon as possible to reach Lundene within the next few days.”

Your eyes, slowly adjusting to the daylight, hidden behind loose strands of your dirty, tousled hair, cautiously scanned the hall and the men around you. What was happening here? Who were they? There was something undeniably familiar in the voice of one of them, something that stirred memories you had tried to entomb in the deepest corner of your mind. You carefully raised your gaze, instantly lovering it again, unable to believe what you had seen.

“I will find you regardless,” the familiar voice echoed in your mind, bringing back the bittersweet memories of the last time you saw Sihtric, as he turned and passed through the small sea gate of Bebbanburg castle, disappearing into the shadows behind it.

You had never expected this to happen, for him to really look for you and even less to find you, but there he was, his gaze locked on you, full of worry and compassion, the look you remembered so well, being the first and only man ever to look at you in such a way. Men looked at you with lust and longing, with fury and anger, pleading and threatening, sometimes demanding, but only Sihtric’s gaze had held this fleeting, indescribable hint of affection, sympathy and … yes, love.

You pulled your bare feet beneath you, while your hands instinctively tugged at your rags, trying to cover your thighs. Boring a hole in the floor beneath you with your gaze, cheeks blushing in embarrassment, unnoticeably under the layer of dirt, covering your face, you silently wished death had finally claimed you last night, when the spasms were shaking your body. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

Next moment you felt two strong, rough hands pulling you to your feet by the ropes binding your hands, grabbing you at your waist, pushing you up and throwing over one's shoulder. You gasped from the pain of your stomach hitting against the bones of the broad shoulder, breath hitching as you were carried out of the hall and in the same unceremonious way thrown over the saddle, the man mounting behind you.

“Sihtric, we are leaving,” a commanding voice shouted above your head, spurring the horse to movement, as you saw Sihtric rushing out of the hall, mounting the other horse and pressing his heels into its sides.

The ride was not long, as soon as the silhouette of the city faded in the background, the rider turned off the road into the woods and halted. Carefully and gently as if you were about to break he lifted you from the horse and lowered onto the smooth moss on the ground. You heard the other rider approaching and jumping to the ground. You let your eyes closed, you thought it a dream and opening your eyes could mean it’ll be gone. The ropes binding your hands were cut and you let them freely fall down on both sides of your body.

“How is she? Did you really have to be so rough with her?” you could hear a hint of rebuke in Sihtric’s voice.

“We had to play it to the end. Did anybody follow us?” the other man spoke.

“No, no scouts, no pursuers. I checked thoroughly,” you heard Sihtric approaching

“Good, then we have successfully stolen your thief. But we shouldn't waste time. The road back to Coccham is still far enough,” the man rose, making space for Sihtric to kneel beside you.

“Hey, pretty widow. I told you I’ll find you, didn’t I? You are safe now. I’m taking you to Lord Uhtred’s estate,” rough fingers stroked your cheeks, pushing aside the strains of your disheveled hair and you finally braved to open your eyes to look at the man kneeling beside you. It was really him, it was Sihtric; his worried glance lightening with a shy smile.

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The smell of something mouthwatering delicious tickled your nose as you slowly opened your eyelids and scanned the surroundings, letting your body register the softness of the mattress you were lying onto, the long forgotten, almost unnatural feeling of your head resting on a pillow, and the gentle touch of the blanket covering your body.

“Good morning!” a soft whisper greeted you, sending a shiver down your spine, prompting you to sit up and turn to meet the familiar gaze of two mismatched eyes.

Sihtric watched you, settled in the chair by the window, his face bathed in the warm, golden rays of a rising sun, casting strange shadows over his handsome features. Your gazes locked and a long-drawn moment of silence spread between you, not an odd or eerie one – a warm and soothing silence not requiring any words, letting your eyes speak for themselves.

You felt words forming in your mind, but they didn’t reach the lips, stiffened by the strange sensation of warm liquid dampening your cheeks and blurring your vision. In surprise you touched your face and marvelled at your wet fingers, the mattress caving in from additional weight settling beside you, two strong arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close in a tight embrace, intended to offer you solace and comfort.

Instead, feeling two big rough palms on your bare skin, you jolted as if bitten by a poisonous snake and instinctively crawled back, crouching in the head of the bed, your eyes flaring with repulse, disgust and anger.

Sihtric instantly froze, lifting his hands as if in surrender and hastily removing himself from the bed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t …” he mumbled, unsure of what to say or what to do, but not letting his gaze off you, as you continued to look back at him. It was the same beautiful eyes he remembered, just dim and empty, surrounded by black circles, the mischievous spark stolen from them and replaced with the dark abyss of despair.

Sihtric continued to stare at you, taking in your sunken cheeks, bulging collarbones and thin arms, wrapped around your legs until a realisation struck him and he stormed out of the room, returning a few moments later with a steaming bowl in his hands, spreading the familiar scent that had risen you from your sleep just minutes before. You almost tore the bowl from his hands, the hot liquid burning your mouth and tongue as you gulped it down greedily, almost without chewing on the pieces of meat and vegetables in it.

“I have asked to prepare a bath for you, if you wish” Sihtric offered, watching you devour your meal.

You looked down at your dirty arms and legs, your hands nervously tugging at the dirty laces that somehow still held the rags around your shoulders, and a blush covered your cheeks as you hastily nodded your agreement to Sihtric.

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Back in the room again, you grappled with the dress that was left there for you. You'd always loathed dresses, with their confining laces and superfluous layers that hindered movement. But this particular dress seemed designed to vex you. Its laces were at the back, making it impossible to secure without assistance.

The door behind you creaked, causing you to startle. Sihtric entered just as you were in the midst of your predicament. As you turned, you caught him averting his eyes, and he made to exit swiftly.

"Wait, please, could you help me?" It was actually the first time you'd spoken since he had rescued you and hearing your voice Sihtric's face lightened up with a sincere smile.

“I can help you, if you'd allow," Sihtric responded gently, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

You turned your back to Sihtric and collected up your damp hair, a simple invitation for Sihtric to help you with the laces. He approached with caution, the recent memory of your startled reaction just before to his well intended touch still fresh in his mind. He was gentle, taking utmost care not to let his fingers brush against your skin more than necessary, his uneven breath tickling your neck.

The air around you seemed to pulsate with tension. You craved his touch, his firm embrace, telling you that everything will be alright, that you are safe, and you dreaded it simultaneously. Once he was done, you felt him retreat and only then did you turn to face him.

“Can you… can you just hold me?” you pleaded, placing your palms on his broad chest, making a step closer to him. Sihtric’s eyes filled with a silent question searched yours.

“Are you sure?” he asked and, encouraged by your nod, carefully wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in a gentle embrace. You shivered from the sensation of his body pressed against yours, from the gentleness of the touch of his hands, rubbing your back, letting the warmth of Sihtric’s embrace seep into your very bones. Sihtric’s fingers gently brushed your hair, his touch as light as a feather. Enchanted by the serenity of the moment you finally braved to lean into his embrace, allowing your tears flow freely, releasing your pain, letting it find an outlet with the force a damned river seeks its way to the sea.

"Husch," he murmured into your hair, rocking you gently, "I’ve finally found you. I’m here with you, and I’m never letting you go again."

You buried your nose into the crook of Sihtric’s neck, breathing in his scent. After all this time you still remembered it, although it seemed like memories from another life. You remembered his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his infectious laugh, the genuine care in his eyes, his sweet kisses alternating between sweet and gentle, rough and passionate, leaving you yearning for more, his confident touch on your skin and … you shrugged … disgust and shame washing over you as you remembered other rugged hands pinning your wrists with rough force to the cold stone floor of the dungeon …

The movement with which you pushed Sihtric back was instinctive, but so fierce that he staggered and almost fell, bewilderment and pain plainly written on his face.

“I’m sorry…” you stammered, “Gods, Sihtric! I’m so sorry. I can’t…,” you hid your eyes with your palms and stormed out of the doors.

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The fresh evening wind seemed to mock Sihtric, carrying sounds of people chattering, silent footsteps and other noises from the houses surrounding the inn they had been staying in, but not a sound from you. Every corner he turned, every small pathway he glanced down, he hoped he'd find you. But as the minutes turned into hours, despair began to grip him. You had seemingly vanished.

As the completely clear summer sky turned dawn blue, Sihtric was finally ascending the steps to his room. There seemed to be no point to continue looking for you, he had profoundly searched all the possible places within this small town they had chosen for a halt. Just found, he had lost you again and the feeling of complete failure gnawed at him. He pushed the door and entered the dark, unlit room, just to discover your silhouette shrunken in the chair by the window, your knees up, held by your thin, bony arms, your head resting on them.

You didn’t move as he entered the room, your eyes wandering somewhere out of the window, but it was not possible that you hadn't heard him. Sihtric approached carefully as if closing in to a shy prey, afraid to startle it and to prompt another swift escape. With a gentle grace, Sihtric knelt beside the chair, the desire to touch you, to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer pulsing through every cell of his body, but he managed to restrain himself, remembering the reaction his touch had caused.

“I love you, my pretty thief,” he whispered, his eyes scanning your features, waiting for a reaction. “I don’t expect or want anything from you. I just want to be near you, to care for you and to protect you,” he continued as there was no response from your side.

“I’ll not pretend that I could ever understand or feel what you have gone through these past months. It would be a shameless lie. I can’t. But that doesn’t make me less willing to share your pain,” Sihtric shifted, slowly sinking completely to the ground in front of you and seating himself with his back leaned against the wall.

“I’m not the same person you met on your way to Bebbanburg anymore,” your words came slowly, your eyes wandering down to find him, “I was a fool, an arrogant, presumptuous fool, thinking my loyalty to Constantin was worth more than your love. I’m broken beyond repair, Sihtric. Broken and tarnished. I don’t deserve your love.”

Sihtric pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Believe me one thing - I know what pain and humiliation means. In a different way perhaps, but it haunts me my whole life. I don’t think any less of you now than I thought of you then. Just the opposite. I admire your strength and resilience even more than before. And if only you’d let me, I’ll do everything to make sure you never have to endure the pain again.”

You both remained like that for a long while - you crouched in the chair by the window and Sihtric on the floor by your feet. The rising sun filled the room with a golden light, shimmering and playing on your skin; none of you moved immersed in your own thoughts and fears until the firm knock on the door and Uhtred’s voice brought you back to reality. You had to travel further, as Uhtred feared that his deception being on king's orders might be discovered, leading to a pursuit he wanted to evade.

After a full day of exhaustive riding, sitting in front of Sihtric on his horse, you finally reached another small town and settled in for the night. You were not sure what had exhausted you more - the ride or the closeness of Sihtric’s body pressed against yours, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly on the horseback.

Luckily the room you got had two beds, so you didn’t have to worry about Sihtric sleeping in the armchair or on the floor as he wouldn’t agree to you sleeping alone. You both settled in and Sihtric, exhausted by the sleepless night before, slipped quickly under the blanket and closed his eyes, without even taking off his leather armour.

“Hey, don’t be stupid. You can’t sleep in your armour. I’ll go fetch some water, so you can take it off, while I’m gone,” you casted a thankful look at Sihtric before closing the door behind you, understanding he had done it out of his concern for you, not willing you to feel pressed or uncomfortable.

When you returned, you noticed his armour neatly folded on the chair by the table and Sihtric hidden underneath the blanket, eyes closed, although his uneven breath betrayed he was not sleeping.

You turned your back to him, took off your dress and slid under the blanket. You were so tired, that sleep overtook you before your head hit the pillow.

It was still early in the night, judging by the moon, when you shot up in your bed, breath coming in ragged gasps and forehead covered with sweat, taunted by a nightmare. The room was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the silver beams of the moon filtering through the gap in the curtains.

You quickly cast a hidden glance over at Sihtric, peacefully breathing in his sleep, his chest rhythmically heaving under the blanket.

The moonlight played upon his face, accentuating the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaw. The light caught in the soft curls of his hair, lending him an ethereal glow. His eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheeks, fluttering slightly in his sleep, his lips slightly parted.

There was an undeniable serenity to his expression. The worries and lines that marred his face during the day were absent, replaced by a calmness and in this moonlit moment, he looked younger and more innocent.

You placed your legs down over the edge of the bed and stood up. You knew there was no way you could fall asleep again, not after the taunting pictures that visited you in your dreams. All your ride, pressed against Sihtric’s chest, his arms steadying you to prevent you from slipping down from the horse, you had been thinking over what he had said to you last night. You had been stupid enough to reject his love once, but he hadn’t given up. He had searched for you, found you and liberated you.

You approached Sihtric’s bed and leaned over, tracing your fingers lightly over his brow, pushing back a stray lock of hair. The touch grounded you, pulling you away from the remnants of your nightmare and bringing you back to the present. His warmth, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft sounds of his sleep, so peaceful and comforting, strangely conveyed a feeling of safety.

You remained for a moment seated on the edge of the bed, just marvelling at the sight of the sleeping man before you, before lifting the blanket and slipping beneath it, wrapping your arm around his waist and laying your head on his chest. You closed your eyes and froze listening to Sihtric’s steady, lullabying heartbeat, the comforting rhythm anchoring you, letting your fingers slowly walk in gentle small steps over his stomach.

Sihtric opened his eyes, turning to you, and stared in bewilderment. You saw the unspoken question in his gaze and smiled in return, nestling yourself closer to him.

“I want to forget,” a whisper departed your lips, “Will you help me?”

Sihtric’s arms instinctively wrapped around your naked body and embraced you with such a force that you almost forgot how to breathe for a moment.

You liberated your hand and let your fingers tangle in his long curly hair for a moment, sliding your index finger over his forehead to his nose and down to his lips, your faces just centimeters apart.

“Please, make me forget!” you pleaded, leaning in and pressing your lips to Sihtrics. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, a mere brush of lips. Sihtric responded to it, hesitantly, barely touching yours, as if afraid of scaring you off again, but as seconds stretched on and you hadn’t pushed him away yet, he braved to allow it to deepen, becoming more passionate and filled with yearning, his large, warm hand cupping your face.

When you finally broke apart, Sihtric looked utterly taken aback, surprise evident in his wide eyes. But that surprise was quickly overshadowed by a different emotion, one that set his gaze aflame. He pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair, and captured your lips once again. This time, there was an urgency, a desperation in his kiss, as if making up for lost time. Your tongues danced against each other, twisting and whirling around one another, lips brushed swollen and red from the intensity of the passionate touch.

You knew they were going to come, the flashing memories of pain mixed with flares of anger, helplessness and shame, the burst of torn pictures your mind couldn’t stop conjuring, piercing through your consciousness like a glowing metal rod, but this time you were ready for them. You melted into Sihtric’s kiss, letting yourself fly, immersing in the soft touch of his hands, caressing your back and your hair, absorbing the tenderness of his movements and storing all this in your mind, wrapping it around you as a protective layer. And when the dark memories came, instead of pushing Sihtric away you clung even harder to him, digging your nails in his bare flesh and pulling him closer.

You pulled apart, gasping for breath, hearts pounding. Sihtric’s fingers gently trailed the contours of your face, his thumb lightly pecking your lips, as he lifted up your chin.

“Are you …” Sihtric wanted to speak, but you interrupted him by placing your finger on his lips.

“Sssch, yes, I’m sure,” you whispered, revelling in the soft and caring look in his eyes.

“You don’t…” Sihtric tried to object, but you silenced him with your lips.

Sihtric’s big, rough hand stroked your back, trailing down to your bottom and up again. Carefully and smoothly he rolled you on your back with the tender pressure of his whole body, supporting him on his elbow. His eyes drunk in the sight of you, your hair strayed over his pillow, eyes half closed, lips parted and smiling.

“You are so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful,” Sihtric’s words came with a heavy sight as he leaned in touching your jaw with his lips, fingers trailing over your skin down to your breasts.

“I don’t want to rush you. I can wait for you as long as it takes,” his lips brushed against your ear, breathing in his words.

In response your hand went down to his hips, teasingly trailing over his already fully hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it and stroking it slowly. A heavy moan escaped Sihtric’s parted lips as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck.

“I know,” you finally answered, your hand still wrapped around his length, stroking him, your fingers teasingly caressing the tip, enjoying Sihtric’s breath on your neck getting more ragged with each movement, his hushed moans echoing in your ears. “That’s exactly why I want this… No, I need it… I need to feel that it is my decision and my choice. I want you, Sihtric.”

“I’m all yours, use me,” he breathed in your mouth, capturing your lips with his. You moaned into his kiss, feeling his hand carefully touching your breast, massaging it and slightly squeezing your nipple between his thumb and index finger. His lips found their way down to your other nipple, closing carefully around it, suckling and teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

Sihtric was so gentle, as if you were made of glass. His hands and lips were everywhere, stroking, caressing, fondling, no – worshiping every inch of your body, kissing his way down to your inner thigh. You let yourself dissipate in his hesitant touch, as he pushed your legs apart to grant him better access to your core, his eyes searching yours in a silent plea for a permission, before his tongue swiped through your folds, making you gasp loudly. It was not you surrendering to him, but him begging you to allow to devour you. And you melted under his touch, eager to submit, to please, to beg for him in return.

Your moans were getting louder as you felt yourself falling apart with each lap of Sihtric’s tongue against your perl, moving ever firmer and faster, your hands gripping the bed sheets with full force and aching your back against the mattress. And as you felt yourself falling into oblivion, ecstasy washing over you, your hips frantically bucking against his tongue, the muffled groan of satisfaction rolling over Sihtric’s lips, made you scream his name in pleasure, forgetting everything.

The satisfied grin on Sihtric’s face as he kissed his way back to your lips made you giggle. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed, but now you did. Sihtric looked at you amazed, a hint of bewilderment even resentment in his gaze. Were you making fun of him?

“I love you!” you tittered, but then your face grew serious. “I’ve always loved you! Even when I told you to leave without me in Bebbanburg, I did love you. I hope you know that.”

“I hoped you did,” Sihtric smiled at you, sitting back between your legs, “Why else would you risk your life saving me?”

His eyes scanned your body, as if enchanted by the tantalising sight before him. “Will you have me?” he asked, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. You shrugged, sensing fear building up somewhere in the back of your mind. But you knew you could say no, and this knowledge, settling slowly in your mind, along with the genuine care, even worry mixed with sweet longing in Sihtric’s eyes allowed you to overcome all your doubts. You reached out for him, your hands trailing down his muscular chest and stomach, taking hold of his hard cock, dragging the tip of him through your folds and placing it at your entrance.

“It’s my choice and I choose you,” you breathed in anticipation.

Sihtric pushed forward, slowly, hesitantly, his eyes not leaving yours, watching carefully. You gasped, feeling his length stretching and filling you, expecting for more, but instead Sihtric stopped, his gaze scanning you.

“Don’t,” you moaned, your walls clenching. “Don’t stop!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your nails in his hips and pulling him closer.

Sihtric moaned heavily as he finally sheathed fully inside of you, remaining still for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your walls taking him in and clenching around him. Too long. You wanted more.

“Sihtric, I need you! All of you!” you whispered, trying to take the control away from him as you bucked your hips against his.

Sihtric pulled out slowly, before pushing forward again and then again, his movements so slow and gentle, driven by the only desire - to please you, to satisfy you and make you forget everything apart from his unending love for you. He kept watching your face carefully, but seeing your delightful expression, your eyes half lid, your head snapped back and hearing the mewls of pleasure departing your lips, it was harder and harder for him to control himself.

“Gods, you can’t even imagine what you are doing to me,” Sihtric groaned, “I’ve been dreaming of this every night since the very moment I left through that damned Sea gate. I love you, pretty widow… I love you, my cunning thief… I still don’t know your name, but I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone before,” Sihtric breathed heavily in your ear. His lips found your neck, kissing, sucking and bruising your soft skin with his teeth, his breath panting and his moans growing stronger and heavier with each thrust.

You moaned and whined, digging your nails in his back with the full force of your thin arms, savouring each and every snap of his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into you, drawing you closer to the edge. His movements got faster, his breath itchy, driving you mad with each thrust, as you ached for more.

“Don’t … don’t hold back,” you hissed, rocking your hips against his and gasping in pleasure as Sihtric finally let go of his self imposed control and started to fuck you frantically, rutting his hips against yours faster and faster.

And then you were falling, falling into complete oblivion with your heart racing and your eyes darkening, tears rolling down your cheeks. There was nothing else, just you and him, and the overwhelming sensation of happiness, running through your veins. No dark memories, no fear, nothing. Just pure bliss. Your walls were clenching around Sihtric’s cock, your body shaking in the waves of pleasure, his name on your lips like a prayer.

Sihtric continued to fuck you through your orgasm, savouring your pleasure and each and every spasm of your walls around him. And only feeling your body relaxing, the last shivers fading away slowly, he finally allowed himself to follow you, spilling deep inside you with a loud groan.

You were both panting, sweaty and out of breath, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the weight of his body making it hard to breathe. But you didn’t want to let go, you wanted to stay like this forever, feeling him inside you and all over you, breathing him in, dizzy from the overpowering feeling of being alive and loved.

Sihtric carefully shifted to the side, pulling out of you with a heavy sigh.

“Are you OK? Wasn’t it too much for you… I didn’t want to be rough…” his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his embrace, “I love you so much, that it almost hurts. I don’t want to ever let go of you,” he whispered. “Please, tell me that you will never leave me again. Tell me that you are finally mine.“

“I’m yours and I’m staying in this life and beyond. You have no escape from me now,” you smiled and hugged him tightly, nestling against his strong chest and hearing his heartbeat just under your ear.

Part 1,* Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kintober day 4

Eggsy Unwin + size difference

I was imagining reader with a pyramid head height and build the entire time when writing this. Idk what the reader is in this, but he isn’t fully human.

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Eggsy cursed under his breath as he ducked around yet another corner, bullets flying past where he had just stood. He could hear Merlin in his ear as he watched through the glasses on Eggsys face, telling the younger man which way to go to get to safety.

The mission had been a bust. Eggsy had simply needed to break into a secret lab, collect some information, and get out. But to his luck, he had been caught. He had shoved the USB stick with the information into one of his inner pockets, leaving his hands free to use his gun as needed. Another bullet whizzed past, hitting the very edge of his glasses, and sending them careening off his face, smashing as they met the floor.

Eggsy cursed out loud this time as his one connection to Merlin was gone, and he was on his own. He turned down another hallway, this one seeming less cared for as it was made mainly of cement and metal doors with no windows. The kingsman sped down the hallway, his shoes tapping against the hard floor under him. When he heard the yells of the enemy getting closer, he looked around for an out but all he could see were the doors.

Biting his lip, he shoved one of the doors open and silently shut it after him, his ear pressed to the metal as he heard the sound of the soldiers running by. Eggsy kept still, giving it some time before he would make his way out, in the meantime he turned around, taking in the room he was in.

Right behind him stood the large form of a man, so tall Eggsy had to bend his neck enough to ache to see his face. The scars littering his body, and the medical gown told the spy that he most likely wasn’t here willingly. Eggsy had almost calmed down before the man came at him with a speed a normal human couldn’t reach, but instead of attacking he shoved the brit up against the cold metal of the door.

At any other time Eggsy would be reaching for whatever weapon he had on him and fight his way out, but he froze up at the heavy weight that was pressed against his stomach. He gulped, glancing up at the large man that had him pinned up against the door. His pupils were large, not just from arousal but from what Eggsy could only assume was drugs. Flicking his eyes downwards where they were pressed up against each other, he almost felt his jaw drop to the floor as he saw the size of the man through the flimsy robes.

His chin was lifted, with a care that didn’t seem to match the mans gnarled appearance. Eggsys eyes widened when their lips pressed together, the fingers holding his chin squeezing just enough at his jaw to make his mouth open. The other man’s tongue was cold as it rubbed against Eggsys own, a shiver running down the kingsmans spine like freezing water.

Eggsy fumbled with his hands, lost as where to place them, before he rose to the tips of his feet and wrapped them around the neck of the man. (Y/N) grunted softly as Eggsy tightened his grip, the larger man reaching a hand down and picking the kingsman up with ease. The spy moaned softly as he wrapped his legs around (Y/N)s hips, grinding his hips down to rub his own hardening length against (Y/N)s own.

After what felt like hours of their tongues rolling against one another, Eggsy found himself laid down on a metal table. (Y/N) grabbed onto his clothes and pulled, the well-placed stiches tearing under his strength like one would tear through a napkin. Eggsy whined softly as (Y/N) ripped off the paper gown, revealing the type of body Eggsy could only have ever dreamed off in the past.

The brit couldn’t help but gulp at the mere size of the man, subconsciously clenching his thighs together at the idea of that being inside of him. (Y/N) just huffed a noise that could be seen as laughter as he stepped closer, stepping over the piles of ripped fabric and paper that had once been their clothes. Eggsy gulped as (Y/N) grabbed his thighs, pressing them together instead of spreading them like the spy had assumed he would.

Eggsy grabbed onto the edges of the table as he felt (Y/N) press his cock between his thighs, moaning out loud as he saw and felt the length press against his own where it rested against his stomach. Eggsy cursed, clenching his thighs as arousal poured throughout him. The pants from (Y/N) made it obvious the other man was just as into it as Eggsy himself, the brit biting his lip as he wiggled his hips, jostling the position enough to make (Y/N) groan softly.

His mouth felt open as (Y/N) began to thrust his hips, slowly pulling back and pressing forwards again, rubbing their cocks together in a wet and sticky display. Eggsy couldn’t keep his noises quiet as he reached up, grabbing at (Y/N)s hands where they were still holding his thighs together, trying to force his hips backwards to make the large man move faster.

Seeming to understand what Eggsy was trying to do, (Y/N) tightened his grip and started moving faster, their lengths grinding harder up against one another as precum dribbled onto Eggsys stomach. The spy reached down to try and wrap his hand around both of their lengths, but he soon realized he needed to use both hands to get anywhere near wrapping his hands around both of them.

The kingsman moaned as he felt the building feeling inside him, his eyelids fluttering as it grew closer and closer. He started moving his hands quicker around the two of them, and grinned to himself as he felt (Y/N)s hips stutter in an obvious sign that he was growing closer.

(Y/N) was the first to cum, thick robes of white painting Eggsys torso, a splash even hitting his chin. Eggsy moaned as the white painted him, moving his hands quicker as he reached his completion, his own white joining what (Y/N) had shot all over him. When (Y/N) finally let go of his thighs, Eggsy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and pulled him closer, reaching up to pull him down so he could press his lips against his again.

Eggsy knew that Merlin was most likely trying to find him, and that enemy were still outside and searching for him. But as he kissed the surprisingly gentle man, he threw those thoughts away for later. He would deal with Merlin and Harry scolding him when he was finished up here, and hopefully he could bring his new friend with him back to the Kingsmen.

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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pretty best friends {Dream}

Anon asked: hello!! i saw that requests are open (i think? if not ignore this!!) and i was wondering if u could write a cc!dream x reader where the reader is maybe a faceless streamer as well, or dream just hasn’t seen her face yet for another reason and the first time he does he like… gets all quiet or something and reader thinks it’s bc he thinks theyre ugly and then dream is like “no it’s not that! never that.” djsjsjfroeod i love ur writing tysm!! 😽😽

Summary: Sometimes it's hard to explain what popular, faceless streamers go through to anyone else, so when you find someone whose good, if chaotic, vibes match up with yours, you'll hold onto that friendship tight so long as they feel like the right person to be around. So you're delighted to find that you and Dream operate on the same wavelength. What started as an MCC team up turns into an unshakable bond that you're both hell bent on making everyone else's problem.

Need to Know: They/Them. Popular Faceless Streamer!Reader. Suggestive discussions about CGI characters.

A/N: 3472 words. is this any good? Someone let me know. Can be read as platonic ! 💖 Seriously it's 5am and I'm catching a train in 10 minutes I've been up all night writing is this good???

"Am I nervous about being on Dream's team?" In the few hours before Minecraft Championship began, your nerves had gotten the better of you, so instead of psyching yourself out, you'd gone live early on the training map, "now; no. A few days ago? God, absolutely," you admitted with a warm laugh, "but considering I was acting weird the first time I got to talk to him, and now he's still messaging me to chat, and not just about MCC things, I figure it's on him."

Despite your lack of a camera, your chat could clearly hear how wide you were smiling, already sounding fond despite the relative youth of the friendship you were discussing.

"I was running on not a lot of sleep, and like, I wanna say professional fear," you huffed with faint amusement, "because, like I wasn't starstruck because oh my god its Dream, but more like, I haven't had enough sleep and I'm talking to a man with more followers than there are people living in Australia, you know?"

[Dream: bold of you to assume I am ever well rested either 😂] flashed up in your chat for a moment for everyone to see, and though they couldn't see the surprise on your face, the silence is deafening.

"Shut up, he's here, everyone be cool," you began babbling, "Dream I swear I'm not usually this shit at To Get To The Other Side, I promise," you laughed awkwardly, right before you eat shit on the training map. Then, after a moment, you switch tactics; "also, hey Dream, call me and tell everyone that I'm not lying and we are becoming friends."

It takes a few long moments as you loiter on the training map, looking through comments, many of which were doubtful, before everyone hears the Discord call noise.

"Mods ban everyone who doubted me," you announce triumphantly before you even say hello, and everyone hears Dream's laughter echo across your stream.

"Hello to you too," he chuckles.

"Hi bestie," you play up your closeness, but still he plays along.

"Hey new bestie."

A long moment of silence follows, which you eventually break with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, you didn't need to actually call, I was just being a menace," you admitted sheepishly, starting a new game.

"What are friends for?" Dream responded with easily, and you immediately hit menu and left the server.

"Dude!" You crowed.

"Dude, what?"

"Dude, I was being a menace, you're so nice!" You sound a little muffled, as if covering your face with your hands. Again, Dream laughs, again, it's a kinder sound than you feel like you deserve considering the context.

"We were doing Smash or Pass with the CGI creatures in Spy Kids 2, which I suggested," Dream points out, putting you both on blast in an instant, "and not only were you cool with that, but we both want to smash the Spider-Monkey, so now we're friends. I don't make the rules."

"It's the objectively correct answer," you don't even hesitate before answering, mouth moving faster than your brain, and face still presumably in your hands, "look at that creature and tell me he doesn't; one, sling phenomenal dick, and two, both know and practice aftercare." As you're speaking, if only to provide context for your audience, you tab away from Minecraft to Google image search the Spy Kids 2 Spider-Monkey.

"Yeah, I read your messages, I agree on all fronts; the Spider-Monkey is a service top and would treat us right," Dream added sagely, "but what I'm saying is the fact that we had in depth discussions about our reasoning behind whether we would smash or pass these CGI creatures has forged a friendship that I refuse to back out of."

"That's why you agreed to be my friend?" Your tone was strangely fond at that revelation.

"No, I agreed to be your friend because I posted a Thumb-Thumb from the first movie in our team's chat and you answered 'smash' in all capitals three seconds after I posted it, followed by 'what that thumb do', again, all capitals -"

"I hadn't had a lot of sleep!" You cut in to defend yourself, still sounding vaguely embarrassed.

"I was impressed by your fucking conviction!" He shouts, but the bright affection in his voice keeps him from sounding too aggressive. A few seconds of silence followed, and you tabbed back to Minecraft.

"To those in chat wondering," Dream sounds more than a little amused as he broke the silence, "I hadn't asked Smash or Pass, I literally just posted a picture of the Thumb-Thumb in the group chat; they responded before I had a chance to follow up."

"I don't know what I was thinking," you mumbled, sounding all kinds of bashful.

"I want to study you," you could hear him smirking. It was easy to play up your embarrassment when your chat couldn't see you grinning, "for the record you were really quiet when we first all met in the VC, so it surprised me - in a good way, of course."

"A good way?" You asked dubiously.

"Hey, if it wasn't, I wouldn't have DMed you to follow up, I wouldn't have bothered to watch your stream to try and get to know you better, and I wouldn't have called when you asked," he points out with a strangely kind bluntness to his words. You're once again quietly, ruminating on his words as a warmth blooms in your chest.

"Okay now I am kind of starstruck," you mumble, flustered and fond, "you need me to fight someone for you I definitely will," which gets him to laugh, and begins your long, public history of being a Dream Stan on main.

After your group places 4th in MCC, you anticipate your fast-formed friendship with Dream to fade considerably. You tell yourself you don't mind, that that's what happens; you're friends now, sure, but you shouldn't expect to be especially close.

But he's still just as quick to answer you. He starts conversations. He calls you just because he's had a strange thought he wants to talk through with someone, and you're one of his first choices, so of course you start calling him in similar situations. It doesn't take long for a script to form, even if it's just between the two of you, neither live, even sometimes bleeding into your DMs; Bestie, I've had a thought. / Terrifying, continue.

While you don't interact live often anymore, you speak in private almost daily, and neither of you forgets the joke even when the other isn't around to hear it. Jokes about stanning turn to jokes about simping, made all the more amusing by neither of you knowing what the other even looks like.

While you begin to develop a solid friendship with George and Sapnap along the way, so too does Dream get to know your own housemate, an ASMR YouTuber who is kind but bemused by your burgeoning friendship with one of the biggest names on the platform. Still, she gets along well just as you do with the rest of the Dream Team.

And when your housemate moves out and you're by yourself in the little two-bedroom apartment, they make sure you never feel lonely.

While live interactions were limited, you never hesitated to defend one another, no matter the platform. Mods in your streams quickly learned that if vitriolic Dream-Antis weren't banned before they properly got your attention, you would put them on blast without a shred of mercy.

[the bit is dead. you and dream don't give a shit about each other we know this is for clout. let it go] pops up as a donation that slipped through the cracks, and you, who had been ranking notable Cyberpunk NPCs on a tier list, and had mentioned in an offhand way that you and Dream got into an argument about some of the A-Tier choices, go dead silent.

The mood drops.

"Can you please explain how?" Voice absolutely poisonous and calm, you let your mouse rest idle in the middle of the screen, "mods let them speak; can you bring up this proof that everyone knows about that insinuates that my friendship with Dream is a spiteful bit on my behalf?" And you wait.

[everyone knows. obviously. you guys aren't friends you don't ever talk]

"Obviously," you give a thin-lipped smile that no-one sees as you read a message from Dream himself, asking if you want him to call. You hit call and continue to address the troll, "not that I have anything to prove to you, or anyone," you drawled, feeling rather smug seeing that Dream had picked up, "hey bestie, sorry to interrupt your hot boy shit, but get a load of this clown," you snorted.

"You want me to ban them?" Dream asks with the kind of lazy, smug confidence that was rarely warranted in your shared discussions, but made a pleasant little shiver run down your spine every time you heard it. Chat was screaming.

"That's right, you have mod privileges on my streams, don't you?" Your tone is frankly catty, so full of smug confidence that even without a visual your audience is practically able to picture your smile.

"Yeah, you gave them to me months before we even talked about you joining the SMP -" Dream's own tone shifts as he stops matching your energy to menace you on your own stream. As anticipated, it broke you into disbelieving laughter as you shrieked for a moment.

"You're such a dick!" You laughed brightly, "I've been building up that will-they-wont-they-invite-me bit since MCC!"

"Okay, bye bestie, love you!" Dream announced cheerfully over the top of your dismay before immediately hanging up the call. While you're half-groaning, half-laughing at his sheer audacity, one of your other mods was quick to post that this is how people knew you were actually good friends, and for once your chat was in absolute agreement. At least when they weren't begging you for details on your SMP character and when you might finally join.

"I never said I accepted the invite," you tried to play coy, but it was futile, "he's so lucky he's cute."

Thankfully the overall reception to Dream's brief cameo was positive, and at least for a few days the people claiming you were a clout chaser quietened down. It's a brief reprieve but you're still glad for it.

In some ways you found it easier being faceless online; it's easier to disconnect yourself from a lot of the baseless hate. That being said, you found yourself, like many of your faceless fellow creators, to be a lightning rod for speculation and cruel potential comparisons. And more than anything, people went to horrifying lengths to try and discover your true identity behind the screen.

"Would you ever do a proper face reveal?" You hear yourself asking Dream at an hour that's arguably both too late and too early.

"I mean I want to," he admits, "I want to meet my friends and fans and make IRL content, you know?" Serious conversations were happening more and more often between you two. Maybe it's a sign of closeness, "but still the idea kind of freaks me out, like I'm losing a safety net. I love Sap and George but now that they're out there it's like they've kind of forgotten what it's like, and now my numbers are fucking astronomical, it's..." The way he signs betrays just how exhausted he was by certain aspects of his success.

"I know..." While your numbers may not be even close to Dream's, you've still got a few million subscribers of your own, and know all too well how the pressure aches. Still, you try to lighten the mood, "I'll make you my lock screen."

"What, now?" He laughs with confusion

"After your face reveal I'll make you my lock screen," you tell him with complete sincerity. You're not completely sure what reaction you're hoping for, but silence isn't it.

"Dream?"

"I've had an idea," he muses, sounding suddenly energetic, and you don't even have time to make an intrigued noise before he's continuing, "we should meet up."

"In person?"

"Yeah, you come to me or I'll come to you," enthusiasm is spilling from him, and you hear him begin to frantically type. You, however, are far more hesitant.

"Why? What would be the point?" And at your question, the tapping of the keys goes silent.

"I wanna hang out with you?" He says a little awkwardly, almost like it's a question, "I want to see you in person? You're one of my best friends? I think it'd be funny for two of the biggest faceless streamers to do a meet-up before either of us face reveal? Take your pick," he sounds a little defensive.

"I-" you find yourself touched by the sentiment, overwhelmed at his words, "I know we are friends, and I know it's kind of something we joke about, but I always figured, you know, you had George and Sap and..." you feel your chest swell with pride, "do you really think of me as one of your best friends?"

A long silence follows.

"Do you not?" He asks, sounding a little disappointed, which has you backpedaling almost immediately.

"Of course I do, but I don't -" you hesitate before admitting, "I don't really have any other best friends. I like my housemate but ours is a convenience thing more than anything else."

"You're a different kind of best friend to Sap or George, or you know, even different to Karl or Q," he tells you after a few moments of deliberation, but at least he seems to be in better spirits, "but yeah, I still consider you one of my best friends." The typing on his end of the call has tentatively resumed.

"What kind of different?" You ask gently, and are again met with hesitation.

"There's parts of how I..." He trails off and hums thoughtfully, trying to organise his thoughts, "the way we exist online- no... I mean yes but it's not quite..." Then, carefully, "you know me," and he lets it hang in the silence between you both, and you give him the time to elaborate, heart in your throat, "you know me in a way that's very hard to describe and so much harder to find, because I feel like you know me in the nichest way, you know? Since that random-ass call the day of MCC, I was like, sure about you in a way that I'd never been about another person. Like safe - I mean," and he splutters half sentences again for a few moments, like he hadn't quite meant to admit that last part, but you're glad he did. You knew exactly what feeling he was talking about, the one that burned deep in your chest, that you knew you could never dream to find the words for.

You tell him your address.

He goes quiet.

The typing continues.

"So this is it, I'm coming to visit," suddenly he sounds nervous, and despite feeling that too, you can't help but grin.

"How soon?"

"Two days?"

"Two days!" The way you cheer in confirmation is cathartic for you both; you hear him definitely hit enter to purchase the plane ticket, and he laughs like he can't believe it's really happening. Then, as the laughter dies down, your voice turns quiet and fond, "you make me feel safe too, Dream."

"Stop," he sounds plaintive but still somehow bright, "I already kind of feel like I'm about to cry, I can't believe I get to see you so soon."

"So soon," you echo the affirmation with a smile.

To celebrate you watch and movie together, ending up falling asleep on the call. All you feel when you wake is how giddy you are knowing how soon it would be until you saw your best friend in person, finally!

He insists on taking an Uber from the airport, wants your first time seeing each other to be somewhere your voices have no chance of getting recognised, so by the time you buzz him into your building your practically sick with anticipation. Pacing with your earbuds in, something about hearing the echo of his real voice at your front door just ahead of hearing him in the call, it makes it all feel so real.

"I'm gonna hang up and knock now," his tone is so gentle, like he can tell you're freaking out more than he is right now.

"Okay, love you," you blurt out on tense instinct. He hangs up but you can hear his fond laughter the moment before he starts to knock. He doesn't even get a third knock in before you've wrenched the door open, heartbeat in your ears, absolutely clueless on what to expect -

He's real. He's a real person and he's standing in front of you and your best friend Dream has kind eyes. Around the time you register that this isn't a trick, that he's got wavy hair and he's tall and pale as all fuck, you realise that you're definitely checking him out, which somehow feels weirder when it hits you that he's actually very handsome. He had a place in your heart pretty much since you met him, but this is a welcome surprise.

"Do you wanna come in?" You asked with a little laugh, stepping to the side and gesturing him in. His expression was unreadable as he stepped past you, "it's good to see you," you tried, but once you closed the door and turned around, you couldn't help but feel self conscious.

"Come on man, this is really me, I'd rather you not do a bit, I've been cleaning but I tried to -" you dip your gaze to avoid looking at him, scouring your outfit for any stains you made have noticed, hoping his reaction was to something you could fix -

"This isn't a bit, sorry, I promise," he says in a rush, stepping forward. When you finally look back up, he's smiling at you, hand hovering like he went to touch your cheek but he's not sure he's allowed, "I cannot believe you've been this pretty behind the screen this entire time, this is so unfair, I could have bought a plane ticket months ago."

Slowly, as his words sink in, you feel yourself beginning to grin and grow flustered.

"Okay, this bit I approve of -"

"Who says it's a bit?" He crowed, stepping closer to you, cupping your face with his hand, "look at your face, this isn't a bit, you're hot! Who let you be hot?" And you know that tone, have heard that smile in his words before; the fact that this smile was behind it every time?

"No, shut up, you're not allowed to simp over me, I'm meant to be simping over you; you just finished a plane and uber ride, how are you not a hot mess? Who let you be hot?" And immediately he's turning red, basking in your compliments with a wide grin.

"We're gonna be insufferable on stream, aren't we?"

"Without a doubt," you beam, and finally you pull each other into a tight hug.

After dinner you drag a second chair into what is now your office, making sure the space was set up for you both to be comfortable. Once your computer is booting up, he pulls out his phone and instructs you to make half a heart with your hand in front of the computer. He completes the heart with his own and snaps a photo, your aesthetic set up in the background.

[am I really in @Y/N's apartment IRL for the most convoluted meet up ever or am i very good at photoshop? idk you decide] is how he captions the photo, which you immediately retweet onto your main account with a link to your Twitch.

"I ain't ever seen two pretty best friends!" You quote loudly at your chat to start your stream, immediately causing Dream to laugh, leaning over to press his forehead against your shoulder while you continued on strong, "and neither will you! Welcome to the most confusing and least provable meet up! Special guest Dream, do you wanna say hello?"

"I do," he wheezed, "I'm special guest Dream, coming to you live from Y/N's office, believe it or not!"

"I'm seeing a lot of non believers here," you mumbled with faux disappointment.

"They don't have to believe," Dream points out, far less performative than he'd been a moment ago. When he smiles at you, something eases in your chest. There's no weird tension, or uncomfortable silences, or doubt. Your best friend is by your side; the only thing that matters in this moment is him.

#dream imagine #dream x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #dream team imagine #cyltlanp #Spotify #we fell in love in october event

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spyglassrealms · 1 year

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Fresh news from Hubble, and it's a real doozy this time: it found a runaway supermassive black hole.

Let me repeat that:

A runaway SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE.

Half the universe away, an immense object born of concentrated primordial chaos, so powerful it once bound an entire galaxy together, hurtles through the intergalactic void. Its flight through the cosmos so unfathomably violent that it leaves a stream of newborn stars two hundred thousand lightyears long whirling in its wake. Gas and dust in the space between galaxies is spread so thin a particle might never touch another for a million years, and yet this escaped galactic core has dragged the matter in its path into fusion.

What a universe we live in!

#spy has thoughts #science #space #space science #astronomy #astrophysics #Hubble #hubble space telescope #spy's smash hits

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hypequeenves · 18 days

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NEW TO THE BLOG? READ ME!

Enchantée, my loves! Welcome to the blog! <3

Just to let you know that this is a story based blog, with an alternative style of story telling. The plot is revealed mostly through the lens of different types of technology. From Sinstagram posts to security camera footage, this Hellaverse AU centres around my OC Vesper:

Vesper is a popular popstar and sinner operating within the Pride Ring. She is soul contracted to Vox, and was designed around the idea of a 'hypeman' for the Vees. Her outfit is loosely based around a cheerleader, and her abilities are based off a Siren.

The story is told through a bunch of different mediums - mostly images, but I do have some audio files on here along with some music! I did not expect to be writing music for this, but here we are! So if you'd like to stick around, I'd scroll right to the bottom of the blog and explore the story! SPOILERS BELOW - If you haven't looked through the posts thus far and don't want to be spoiled, come back after!

THE PLOT THUS FAR:

(I didn't just wanna write the plot point blank, so I wrote it like POV: Your at a movie night and your best friend is telling you the plot to the prequel movie so you have *context*)

We're diving into the wild world of Vanessa LaBlanc, this mega-popstar who goes by the stage name Vesper in the Pride Ring. But here's the kicker: her climb to stardom? It's only been about seven years! Insane, right?

So, her smash hit 'The Devil You Know' rockets to the top of 'Hell's Hottest Hits'. It's like her big breakout moment, and suddenly, everyone's got their eyes on her.

But here's where it gets interesting: turns out, she's been hanging out at the Hazbin Hotel, but not just for kicks. Nope, she's on this super-secret spy mission, keeping tabs on things. And her deal with Vox? Let's just say their whole working relationship is one big question mark.

Then there's this whole issue about her being under some soul contract with Vox, so it's not all rainbows and sunshine. But Charlie, being the sweetheart she is, rallies everyone to support Vesper at this major award ceremony, and guess what? She totally wins and takes home the prize!

But after that, Vesper goes MIA, ghosting everyone's texts and calls. Finally, when she resurfaces, it's because she's been tied up shooting some ad campaign. Turns out, her and Vox had this major fallout over the ad's ethics.

And get this: the product of the ad? Love Potions! Vesper's kinda backed into a corner she doesn't think its right - but Vox makes her do it anyway! You can see the strain it puts on her and Vox's relationship. It's messy, to say the least.

Then there's this whole backstory between Vesper and Angel Dust, like they used to hate each other and Valentino admits to being the reason behind it. But now that she's staying at the Hotel, they seem to have made up! Val's flipping out, convinced Vesper's up to something, but Vox is tells Val to calm down, because 'it's not like before' that she's 'under contract now'.

Things really hit the fan when Vesper and Vox have this big blow up over some news article about her going public with staying at the Hazbin Hotel. But in the middle of all the drama, you can see there's this genuine care between them, buried beneath all the chaos.

And then there's the bombshell about Vesper's new album, 'Absolution', which Vox drops on her out of nowhere. She's not thrilled, especially when she finds out the album cover's shot in Val's flooded studio, and she has a deep-rooted fear of water.

Things get tense between Vesper and Angel, too. He's worried sick about her, but she's not having any of it. And then after the album shoot, her relationship with Vox starts unravelling big time.

And that's pretty much it thus far!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hellaverse #oc #hazbin hotel fanart #the vees #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel fandom

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headclaus · 8 months

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Sept.01.2023 class: dream

There is a man with his back turned to me next to my building in the parking lot, hunched down and looking for something. This is the man who has been trying to get information, and he's a spy, and I take a milk jug and smash him on the back of the head, not too hard because I don't want to kill him, just to make him knocked out. He reacts slightly to the hit and then turns into foam and vanishes before my eyes. I'm wondering where he went to. He was maybe not human after all. Going to a friend's apartment I take an elevator to get to the 9th floor but the elevator is inside of someone's kitchen, so they're making something and ask if I want anything while it goes up to the floor. I wonder how they would be okay with this kind of situation, but it seems very natural to them. Then there is something about how aliens are real, and I link between what a friend said earlier about how they saw an alien, so its quite the connection.

#dream #diary #log #man #milk #elevator #kitchen #aliens

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hiraethblack22 · 1 year

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Bucky x reader.

I have decided that this blog is a new writing and publishing tool. So, here is a new Bucky angst fic. (Comments and suggestions are always welcome) Bucky and Angst are my daily cup of tea.

Breathe Underwater.

Summary: After a mission gone wrong reader finds herself in the arms of the man she loves for the last time.

Warning: Character death. Tears. Heartbroken Bucky.

This story is part of the series Fire and Ice. Your feedback to this story inspired me to write a series (bucky x ofc). You can find the first chapter here: Exit Music (for a film) Summary of the series: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

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The mission didn’t go as planned. They were everywhere—too many of them and three of us. So, when I found myself lying on my back on the jet, broken and bleeding, it wasn't a surprise. I had always known that my life would've ended in blood and pain, but I ‘d never planned for him to witness it.

“No, no. Hey. Stay with me! Sam. Hurry!” Bucky screamed. His hands crushed against the wound on my stomach. I stared down, where my blood was rushing through his fingers. I whimpered; breathing was difficult. Maybe I cried, or screamed, because his metal hand came to my face, turning it towards his. “Don’t look at it, look at me, h-hey, don’t close your eyes.”

I growled, trying to reach his hand with mine, but I managed to tremble and smash again on the floor. I gasped in a shaking breath, but it felt like a hand was punching its way into my chest. “H-urts.”

"I know," he said, a tear streaming down his cheek. “I know it hurts, baby, I know. I need you to be strong for me. Can you do that?”

I stared into his eyes. I couldn’t do that; the pain was too much, hitting me again and again in waves of fire. But the tears wetting his face and the way his hands trembled hurt even more. I wanted to comfort him, and tell him that everything would be alright, even if I knew that it wouldn't. I lied. “Y-yes.”

“Good, good,” he whispered, his thumb caressed my cheek tenderly. “Breath with me, we’re almost there.”

I could distantly feel the jet vibrating under my back. “I can’t—”

“You can, doll. You’re strong; you can do anything. Come on!” Bucky smiled through the tears.

I growled; tears went down my cheeks from the pain, but I pressed my hand on his cheek. “Don’t cry,” I whispered. “It’s ok.” My hand fell, I didn’t feel anything when it hit my chest. I was numb. It was a strange feeling, like I was slowly disconnected from my own body. “Be strong. S-safe, they will come f-for you.”

“Don’t talk like that.” He caressed the tears out of my face, “We are landing, doll.” His forehead touched mine, and his tears fell on my face. He took me in his arms. I could feel his pain and sadness as he held me tightly, rocking us both back and forth. “You’ll be fine. I can’t do this without you.”

I smiled sadly, and a sob broke through my lips. “I love you.”

My eyes fogged, and the world turned dark and cold, but the pain was gone.

“Keep breathing. Do it for me, baby, please. Please.” He broke down, sobbing with his lips on my forehead, his breath broke. I was drifting away, and my mind was slowly shutting down. I didn’t feel my body anymore. It felt like I was floating. “I love you," he sobbed, shaking. “I love you.”

My head rolled sideways, and then there was nothing else.

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This story is part of Fire and Ice. Your feedback to this story inspired me to write a series (bucky x ofc). You can find the first chapter here: Exit Music (for a film) Summary of the series: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

#bucky barnes #bucky angst #bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #winter soldier x y/n #bucky fluff #bucky x avenger!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky x y/n #bucky x oc

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konigsblog · 1 year

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Would you be able to make more yandre for ghost maybe more stalker and darker maybe? :)

stygian (chapter one)

(yandere ghost x f!reader)

warnings: cursing, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, stalking, dark behaviour, knife use, blood mentions, breaking bones, ropes, gags, spanking, punching (masterlist)

stygian /ˈstɪdʒɪən/ : extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding.

ghost, he called himself ghost. why? because you can't see ghosts, just like how you didn't see him coming for you.

it was a thursday night, you poured yourself a glass of wine. sitting down on the couch. you let out a sign, a day of hardworking left you exhausted, fatigued.

on the otherside of the wall, simon, or ghost, was hidden. looking through you blinds spying on your every move, like had down for the past several months. throughout those months, he had grown attached. the idea of leaving you all alone, for someone to get to you before him, caused him to shiver. you were made for him.

a couple hours passed, your eyelids grew heavy as you laid you head down. "just to rest your eyes." you always thought, never out loud. although, you fell into a deep sleep, and simons plan was now in place.

he grabbed the spare keys under the plant pot, slowly and quietly turned it into the lock. simon walked up to the couch, your hair was a mess. matted and tangled.

his hands reached into his pockets, taking out a cloth and shoved it into your face, you woke up, smelling in the chloroform before you hit the pillow once again.

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a couple times you woke. two times to he exact; both were in a car. you're body went into fight or flight mode, yet nothing could happen before a punch collided with your nose or cheekbone.

simon groaned, cursing to himself as he drove through the gravely path, the car coming to a stop as you both reached his house. in the middle of nowhere.

the door clicked open, he jamp out before making his way to your body, bloodied face and all. simon grabbed you, under your thighs and around your shoulders. in bridal style, he took your body into his house.

down to the basement he placed you up against a wall, sitting you down. he walked over to a cupboard, grabbing; a rope, knife and a gag. your hands were bound behind your back, your ankles tied to the same one connected to your wrists and the gag placed over your mouth.

now you were layed on your stomach, like a roasted pig. simon stood above you, smirking to himself as he grabbed the knife and waited, waited for you to wake up.

eventually, you awoke. your eyes widened with fear and terror as you looked to your left, standing above you was the one and only, simon riley, or ghost. tears formed in your eyes, you squirmed. trying your hardest to get away. he kneeled behind you, grabbing your wrists and holding them in place. he kneeled on top of your thighs, crushing them slightly. more wails came from you, muffled by the ball gag.

"now, now. it's alright." in mocking accent, he whispered closs to your ear. his hands roamed around your body, looming over certain parts. he massaged you in a soothing manner. sobs kept on coming.

he grabbed your hair, his fist pulling harshly at it. simon hushed you, "no-one will hear you here. it's pointless, [name]." he groaned and grinded into your ass. seemingly to grow hard at the sight infront of him.

you were starting to annoy him. like a crying baby, even your muffled wails and whines made him furious. with a hand still gripping your hair, he smashed your face into the floor before you. the nose that had already been bashed was now broken.

simon removed the ball gag, "go on, speak." a choked sob was all that came at first. before your begging began. "who are yo-u?! pl-please!" ghost laughed at you. his deep, gravily, and husky voice made your hairs stand up.

again, he grinded against you. his hand clamped around your mouth. his hands lowered from your upper body, down to your lower body. he discarded of your lower clothes and then upper clothes. you prepared yourself for what was about to happen. but no, he didn't do it. he left your naked, tied up and crying.

with his knife in his hand, he slashed at your thighs. enough to make it bleed, yet not enough to kill you. that was not his plan. more choked cries came from your throat, blood splattered from the open wounds. the rough hands spreading open the cuts, causing more pain to erupt.

he slapped your bare ass, slicing open more cuts ln top of it. he removed of his belt, spanking every cut he made. cursing at you under his breath, "fucking slag." he called you, your face was wet from your tears and hair was becoming wetter when it got in the way.

simons hands spreaded the blood around, your legs looking raw and bloodied. he crouched down infront of your face. nails biting your cheeks. his lips crashed against yours, sloppily making out with you.

he stood up, smiliy down at you, and walked away leaving you tied up, shaken.

*****

the next morning, he walked down to the basement. his cold harded face showed no sympathy or mercy for yesterdays mishap. "hungry?" simons hands, grabbed your cheeks, and forcing you to look at him. you nodded. he chuckled at you.

your mind was racing, you got not a second of sleep. the thoughts in your head clawed at you. burning your mind as your eyes burned with tears.

if you listened closely you could here; the birds chirping, the wind, the rain splattering against the windows, the same way your blood coated the walls, and the hard footsteps of your kidnapper. shit, he was coming.

in his hand he held out a plate of toast, buttered. "well go on? take it." he chuckled, mocking the fact you couldn't use your hands. he stepped back, smashing it against the floor, the wincing sound of plate crashing made you shake in fear. "eat it like a fucking dog then." he grabbed your head forcing it into the ground.

simons hand never left you, he reached to your legs. his strength was more than yours, allowing him to do much more. he cracked your legs, a sharp pain caused a whimper to release itself. pain splintered your legs, tears came faster than before. you could feel his breath against your neck, "you're fucking mine."

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