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Hiya, I like writing for unconventional characters sometimes

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Was not expecting so many of you to request the Grabber fic, but here we are! In the works!🤓

Should it be multiple parts? Or just be a one shot? I haven’t decided yet.

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Just saw The Black Phone and like…Ethan Hawke!!?? Send help…please, please send help🤤🥺👉🏼👈🏼

If just ONE of my followers, or anyone for that matter, likes this post then we’re getting a grabber fic…like Jesus, I need more of him

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Alright y’all! Here I present to you: Mikey during his off time ⛳️🔪

🎃Happy Halloween🎃

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WARNING: Not really a spoiler but it’s my favorite scene from Halloween Kills. So if you don’t wish to see any part of the film then do NOT watch.

Y’all, this scene of Michael sent me. He’s literally playing with the magnetic knife set in this dude.

*STAB* *admire* *STAB* *head tilt* *STAB*

Not to mention the perfectly placed applause at the end of the scene as it transitions into the next.

I 👏🏼 Love 👏🏼 This 👏🏼 Man 👏🏼!

[singtotheskiies]

Other people when they’re sad:

Me when I’m sad:

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For those who haven’t seen this version of Phantom of the Opera, I highly recommend it. Charles Dance’s Erik is the sweetest!! Now I may or may not have spent nearly $50 on this brand new, original, English copy because it’s hard to find...oop🤭 However, regrets are nowhere to be found and it’s now my pride and joy.

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“ugh dad stop ur embarrassing me in front of my girlfriend”

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Hey all, here’s a quick Kingsman oneshot for Merlin because we all know he deserves the world!😭❤️Takes place after Kingsman: The Golden Circle. Minor suggestive language. Nothing else really. Enjoy!

Take Me Home

     It’s late in the evening now. You’ve been sitting up waiting to hear from Hamish to know the mission was a success. Just before arriving at ‘Poppy Land’, he had given you a call for quick reassurance. You begged him to allow you to come along but he insisted that you stay where it’s safe. Though, you can’t complain, you did get to go to with them to Kentucky before trekking off to Cambodia.

     His usual role in the missions doesn’t propose as much concern as the other men per se, considering that he’s more so the intel of the operations. Though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see infantrymen work, for they can never fully predict the turn of events. Today’s mission is a prime example. And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare you.

     It was hard to hear about the loss of Roxy, and the fact that Eggsy and Merlin and yourself were almost killed as well made things that much more difficult, but upon hearing that Harry was alive threw everything aside momentarily.

     His ‘death’ was hard on Merlin. Of course he didn’t show that to the others, aside from when he couldn’t control the flow of emotions while Eggsy was in the room the other day. In his defense, he had way too much of that Statesman whiskey and you were in the room with him. And when you’re by his side, he feels most comfortable with expressing himself.

     You’re thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. You move quickly to open it. Harry and Eggsy stand on the other side. Your heart immediately drops.

     “Y/N, may we come in?”

     “Harry,” you pause to look between the two of them. “Y-Yeah.”

     As soon as the door shuts behind them, you look at both of them and notice the concern written on Eggsy’s features.

     “Where’s Merlin? Is he alright? What happened?” You can’t help the rush of questions that starts to flow from you.

     Harry raises a hand to calm you before saying, “Y/N, things didn’t go the way we had wanted them to today. In fact, we definitely didn’t anticipate this to be a possibility.”

     “For the love of God, Harry. Just tell me he’s alive, please.” You mutter through your hand covered mouth.

     “He’s in critical condition at the Statesman headquarters. They’re doing the absolute most to keep him stable. We’re heading back to assist in any way we can.”

     You shake your head as the tears threaten to fall. Eggsy looks from you to Harry with some emotion of his own. Harry remains to hold a stoic demeanor. Taking a deep breath, you listen as Harry continues.

     “As far as right now, he is stable. And if you’ll collect your things, we’ll take you to him.”

     After a few sniffles you nod at them both. Giving a small ‘okay’, you move hastily to gather a few belongings before heading back to Kentucky.

           oOo

     There probably wasn’t a span of more than 10 minutes where you weren’t tearing up thinking about Hamish on the whole trip. However, Eggsy did his best to keep your mind occupied. You were also caught up on all that’s happened - how the mission went as a whole, the new Agent Whiskey, Poppy Land itself, etc.

     Now, finally here, you’re lead through the headquarters and down to the infirmary wing. You stand just outside the door to his room. Harry gives you a single nod, to which you return, and he opens the door.

     Your gaze falls upon your husband. Taking a deep breath, you move to his side. Even in his damaged state, he’s still as handsome as ever. You run your hand over his forehead and bend down to place a kiss to his cheek.

     Taking a seat at his side, Agent Whiskey makes her entrance and meets your eyes. She explains that his vitals are good and his brain isn’t showing any signs of deterioration, but he was thrown into a sort of shock induced coma. The only thing to do now is wait for him to come to, should he not take a negative turn.

     The news is so much to handle. Your emotions get the best of you again and Harry moves to sit across from you.

     “He sacrificed himself to save us.” He states. “Though, he failed to inform us that he was wearing some Statesman technology, which is why he still looks like Merlin. God knows it could’ve been far worse. But had it been that he didn’t make it, he wouldn’t have left as a coward. In fact, his act was brave and completely selfless.”

     You smile and nod with watery eyes at his bravery and loyalty to his men. You want to be angry that he almost left you but you can’t find it in yourself to be. After all, he had to have known deep down that he would make it with the help of the Statesman.

     Deciding that it’s best to give you some privacy, the two men along with Whiskey make for the exit.

     You stare at Hamish, praying for him to open those charming eyes of his. You just want to look at him and for him to look at you to know he’s okay. It feels strange to hold his hand when he’s not holding yours back. He just looks like he’s sleeping, but you know there’s the possibility that he won’t wake up. At this point you wish you were the one in the bed instead, or that you were just in a really awful nightmare, waiting to wake up.

           oOo

     It had been a full twenty four hours, possibly even longer, since you’ve slept, not including the timing of you traveling to Kentucky. With enough convincing, Eggsy finally got you to rest. It wasn’t long, maybe a couple hours before you were back at Hamish’s side. But it was a much needed sleep nonetheless.

     Walking into the room was just as hard, if not harder, than the first. Seeing him, unmoving and unable to do anything for himself, is just an offense to the eyes and heart. His stubble is growing out and he can’t even shave it. He shaves his face religiously, very rarely does he ever let his facial hair grow out, so seeing it on him makes you sad in an odd way.

     You avert your attention to the medic finishing up. After answering any questions you may have, they then leave while Eggsy enters. He offers you one of the drinks in either hand to which you accept, thanking him.

     “Eggsy?”

     “Uh-huh?”

     “Do...do you think he’ll be okay?” Your gaze shifts between him and Merlin.

     A sigh escapes him as he sits in one of the chairs across from you.

     “Well, let’s see,” he starts. “When I first met him, I thought he was kind of a posh dick to be completely truthful. Thought he was singling me out when I was a recruit and of course, you know Merlin, he had to prove me wrong in the most obvious way to make me feel dumb. He’s pretty damn good at that.”

     You huff out a laugh and nod, allowing him to continue.

     “He’s got more wit, professionalism, and intelligence than anyone I’ve ever met. So much so, he could probably outsmart death. So, yes, I think he’ll be alright. Whether it be because he outsmarted death or just to prove everyone wrong, even though we’re all on his side.”

     Your smile widens at his reassuring words. God, do you hope he’s right.

     “You know he serenaded us with a little tune just before stepping off the mine.” He says.

     A loud giggle erupts from you. “What?”

     “Oh yeah. Smug bastard sang for all to hear, right in front of the guards to gather their attention.” He continues.

     You snort with amusement.

     What a way to go. That would be your husband, very professional until the final moment. And you love him even more for that.

           oOo

     A week is closing in now. Today went very similar to each day before. You waited, time continued to drag on agonizingly slow, and still no response from Hamish. The whole situation is starting to wear on you badly. You’re hopes are still high but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting nervous. Each passing moment just gives you more anxiety.

     You look over your husband and bring his hand up to your lips, letting go of a few tears in the process.

     “I miss you so goddamn much, love.” You whisper. “I miss hearing you. I miss your touch. I miss waking up beside you and hearing you snore.”

     You give another peck to his knuckles before resting your forehead against his hand. “I don’t know what I’ll do if you can’t come out of this. Just...please come back to me.”

     Very lightly, you feel the curl of his fingers around yours. In an instant, your head jerks up. You look over and are met with a pair of soft yet weary green eyes.

     “Hamish,” you say in slight disbelief.

     “Hi, love,” he whispers as one corner of his mouth turns up.

     You move quicker than you ever have in your life. Capturing his lips, you’re careful not to put any pressure on him elsewhere. His hand still lightly grasps your own.

     When you pull apart, he winces while trying to move. You rub his arm to remind him to take it easy. He then clears his throat to find his voice.

     “Y-You miss my snoring?” He stammers with a raspy voice. “You really do love me, don’t you.”

     You can only laugh at him with joyful tears. Only he can be completely unconscious for nearly a week and come out of it making a joke. Gazing at one another lovingly, neither one of you hear the footsteps approaching.

     “Merlin, you’re awake,” Harry states from the doorway.

     He moves in closer towards his bed to stand at the foot of it.

     “Don’t sound too thrilled,” comes Hamish, earning a smile from Harry and yourself.

     “I don’t quite think it’s fair for you to be the one making fun when you put us all in distress.”

     “Yes, well, many things aren’t fair - life in general being one of them.” Merlin remarks.

     You both practically roll your eyes at his statement. However, he’s not wrong.

     One of the nurses comes in at hearing the commotion, glad to see him doing well. And after checking him over, she heads out to grab the main physician you assume with Harry close behind.

      “I ought to alert Eggsy of the good news,” Harry says before dipping through the door.

      Looking back over at Hamish, you can’t contain your happiness, still not fully believing he’s awake and alert and, well, still himself.

      “God have I missed you. I was getting so nervous.”

      “I’m sorry, love,” he mutters apologetically. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

      “It’s not your fault.”

      “Yes it is.”

      “Yeah...yeah it technically kind of is,” you agree with a halfhearted chuckle. “But you did what you needed to do and you’re okay now. I can’t be upset with you.”

      His hold on you tightens as he looks back with a soft expression.

      Your hand absentmindedly reaches up to graze his cheek. He leans into your touch and the prickly hairs scratch at your palm. You can’t deny that he looks handsome as hell with the shadowed beard growing in.

     “You know, at first I didn’t like the scruff, only because I knew you wouldn’t normally let it grow. But I’m starting to think that you should keep it - it’s kinda sexy.”

     “Oh yeah?” He runs his free hand under his chin.

     “Yeah,” you smile.

     He smirks back at you.

     All you want to do now is take him home, back to comfort. But, for now, he’s awake and he’s alive and well, and that’s more than anything you could ever ask for.

           oOo

      The moment Hamish was cleared to go, you were on the plane and heading back home - just in time for Eggsy’s and Princess Tilde’s wedding. The ceremony was absolutely beautiful. And the couple was even more adorable. Hamish kept his professional demeanor as usual but you were having a hard time trying to keep your makeup from running.

     “We’re so happy for you Eggs,” you move in to hug him.

     Merlin nods in agreement.

     “Thank you. I’m a very lucky guy that’s for damn sure.” He smiles. “Still feel like I look like a dick in this outfit but at least I’m not wearing a skirt. This is the first time I’m seeing your legs and I can’t say I’m thrilled.”

     Merlin tilts his head at him before saying, “Eggsy, if you have a complaint, whisper it in my ear.”

     Eggsy grins at the all too familiar phrase, leaning in to hug his friend and colleague.

     “I’m happy you’re alive, Merlin.”

     “Me too, Eggsy, me too.”

     As the night progresses, you mingle about the reception. Although you feel a little out of place considering that you’re in the epicenter of royalty, you’re still finding yourself enjoying the gathering.

     You look up from across the room, watching Hamish speak with Harry. And as you continue your conversation with Whiskey and Champ, you have to excuse yourself from their presence momentarily. A mellower song rings through the room and Hamish catches your eye as he makes his way over to you.

     “May I have this dance, Mrs. Mycroft?” He extends his hand out.

     “Of course,” you smirk.

     He moves in and pulls you close. You sink into him and allow your senses to be enveloped by this man solely, forgetting about any worries or concerns you previously had.

     “I love you,” you murmur into him.

     “I love you too, my love,” he says. “I’ve been thinking,”

     “Mhm,”

     “and seeing how broken you were and the amount of pain you endured that I caused,”

     “It wasn’t intentional,” you interject.

     “It still happened. Anyway, I had spoken with Harry on the matter. Now, I won’t resign from my position, but moving forward, my work will be more reserved in the operations. I know you don’t want to lose me as much as I wouldn’t ever want to lose you.”

     You raise to meet his eyes with a smile. He pivots to dip you, leaning in for a kiss. However, his soft gasp of discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed.

      “I think it’s about time we head home,” you say.

     “Oh I think thats a fine idea,” He leans down to murmur seductively in your ear.

     “To rest, Hamish. You’re still recovering in case you’ve forgotten.”

     “Hey I don’t have to move much, you’re still able to move just fine.” He smirks with a wink.

     You close your eyes and shake your head, lightly biting your lower lip.

     “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you giggle.

     “Well, for starters, you’d have some serious pent up sexual frustration. That being said, it’s my duty and honor to relieve that for you and I’ve been slacking these past few weeks.” He murmurs into your ear.

     “You were in a coma,” you state matter-of-factly.

     “Exactly. I’m now very much alive.”

     With another shake of your head, you say, “Take me home.”

     “Country roa...”

     “No,” your hand moves to cover his mouth.    

     You then thread your fingers through his with a grin. “Let’s go home.”

GIF’s are not mine. Credit to original maker.

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The man that started it all for me, Hank Anderson...well...Clancy Brown ;) It’s been a minute since I’ve done anything on Hank. Here, Hank and the reader have been friends up until this point. The tables turn and Hank actually has to drag the reader out of the bar. So here we go! Suggestive talk/theme. It’s DBH so, you know, swearing.

It had been a rather tough night at work. Anytime you have a particularly rough day, you try to find some healthy way of releasing the day’s stress. Not today. Today you just need to forget. For the past week or so your stress has just been building up, but today was just the final straw. That being said, you went straight to the bar after your shift. Now here you are trying to keep your cool at a younger man tries to hit on you over the building’s obnoxious music.

“Not interested,” you mutter.

“Oh c’mon, sweetheart. Just one drink and I’ll be gone.” He says, grazing the top of your arm with his fingers.

You slide your arm away. Now you’re beyond irritated with the sleazy man. You turn on your stool to look him in the eye.

“How about you take your drink and shove it up your ass.”

As your go to turn away, he very roughly grabs ahold of you. “Hey! The least you can do is be fucking polite.”

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” you say, shoving his arm and tossing the rest of your drink in his face.

He stumbles back, the alcohol stinging his eyes. After throwing a few profanities your way, your anger only escalates. Being in the corner of the bar, you find yourself pushing him back against the wall yelling at him in the process.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit!” You’ve now gained quite a bit of the crowds attention at this point. “What the actual FUCK is wrong with you! Fucking touch me, how fucking dare you.”

Just as you’re about to swing on him, you find yourself being detained by a man larger than him. Held in his strong grasp, you begin to be dragged out of the bar.

“I think you’ve made your point.” Hank grumbles into your ear as you’re led outside.

You struggle in his arms and out of the corner of your eye you notice Connor placing money down for your tab.

“What the fuck, (y/n)?” Hank voices upon stepping outside.

“I had a shitty ass day and I just wanted a drink and then that fucking prick had to go and start shit!” You gesture towards the door.

“You can’t just go picking fights with random men, it’s not safe. Had we not come when we did, things could’ve been much uglier.” He counters.

“Bullshit, you fight with anyone who looks at you wrong. I can handle myself!”

“Bullshit,” he mimics you. “That man was twice as big as you.”

“So are you but I can do just fine against you,” you defend. “You just caught me off guard in there.”

“Oh is that so?” He mocks.

“Yeah!”

You hadn’t even noticed Connor pull up behind you with the car. Before you know it, you’re being forced into the back seat with little effort. You fight with him but you’re no match against the burly 6’2 man. He climbs in beside you and shuts the door, allowing Connor to drive off.

“Now tell me how you can handle yourself.” Hank states triumphantly.

“Whatever,” you grumble.

You only now start to realize how much you’ve had to drink. Things start to dance around you and your eyelids grow heavy. With a groan you lean back, only to fall against Hank after rounding a bend. Not having the energy to pick yourself back up, you remain in place.

“C’mon, (y/n), get up.” He moves his arm up to have you sit back up.

However, you instantly fall deeper into his side. You’ve always had a crush on the man but it was never acted upon considering that you always thought the feeling was not mutual. In fact, your feelings have developed into something much deeper than the friendship you currently share. So, as you practically lay on him, you can’t help but feel a little giddy.

“You smell good,” you mumble into him with a yawn.

He makes a deep humming noise before awkwardly placing his arm back down against you. He knows he won’t win so he allows you to stay in place for the ride.

~~~~

The first thing you notice before you even open your eyes is the throbbing ache in your head. Sitting up, you notice that you’re not in your bed, or your own home for that matter. You recognize this as Hank’s bedroom from the couple of times you’ve had to come over with Connor to drag Hank out of the house.

What happened last night?

Retracing your steps, you remember everything up until the car ride. Well, Hank isn’t beside you so you at least know you slept alone...or did you?

Groaning, you climb out from under the cozy comforter. As you pass the mirror, you notice you’re in nothing but your underwear and Hank’s police hoodie. You hurry to throw on your jeans from last night before continuing on through the house.

“Good Morning, (y/n).” Connor greets from the living area, petting Sumo.

Hank looks up from a pile of work papers at the kitchen table.

“Well, good morning, sunshine. Beautiful day isn’t it?” Hank states in an overly cheerful tone just to annoy you.

You give him a look before moving to sit across from him. The sound of the chair legs on the floor make you wince. You rest your head in your hands before speaking.

“What happened last night?” You ask soft enough as to not make your headache worse.

“What do you, uh, remember?”

His tone makes you think that something was either done or said that’s now going to fall back on you.

“I remember getting in the car, nothing more than that.”

He only hums before looking back down at his work. His expression is one of...disappointment? Connor then announces that he’s taking Sumo out, leaving just the two of you in a newfound tension. After a minute or so, you speak up again.

“Did I say something last night?” You question cautiously.

With a huff of laughter he says, “You said a lot of things - ranging from calling me a dick to actually trying to grab my dick.”

You’re eyes go wide. Just then, the memories came flooding back in.

“Oh my god.”

Hank has to force you into his house. He and Connor didn’t trust you by yourself at your own home so it was decided that you were staying here so they could keep an eye on you. Of course you fought with them on the matter, calling them both a number of names but ultimately gave up.

You argued that you couldn’t sleep in what you’re wearing so Hank gave you his hoodie to change into. Connor then walks in to place a glass of water on the bedside table before leaving again. You’re now laying flat on Hank’s bed, giggling hysterically. At what, you’re not to sure of.

“(Y/n), you need to settle the fuck down. Lay down and go to sleep.” Hank states from across the room.

You’re in your own little world but everything stops at the sound of his voice. You automatically sit up to look at him.

“Hank!”

Raising to your feet again, you make your way over to him and cling to his midsection.

“I missed you,” you slur.

“Uh-huh, missed you too. Now how ‘bout you lay down.” He says, redirecting you back.

“You could lie down with me,” you whisper to him before sliding your hand down to rest over the growing bulge in his pants.

“N-No, fuck (y/n), please just go to sleep.”

He manages to get you situated under the covers. After getting comfortable, you reach out to him again.

“Goodnight, Hank,” you say with your eyes already closed. “I love you.”

Shock etches across his features. He lets his hand linger in yours for a moment. His thumb even grazes over yours before he pulls away.

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

Your head drops into your crossed arms on the table. The pain in your head seems almost nonexistent now after recalling the previous events.

“Shit, I’m so sorry for that,” you mutter.

“Mhm, figured.” He grumbles, standing to pour a cup of coffee.

There it is again. The disappointment in his demeanor. Though he would never admit to that.

As he places a cup in front of you, you stop him before he can turn away. “Hank.”

He watches you cautiously as you stand up next to him, not breaking eye contact. It’s now or never.

“I do love you. That I won’t apologize for.”

He scans over your face for any sort of hesitation. After finding none, the corner of his mouth twists up every so slightly. You raise to the tips of your toes and he meets you half way. When your lips collide, it’s gentle at first. But it quickly escalates to something much deeper and more passionate.

He places the mug he’s holding down onto the table so he can cradle your face in his hands. Your hands lay flat against his chest. When you grip onto his shirt to pull him closer, he groans into you.

At the sound of the front door opening, you pull apart. Before Connor can even unhook the leash for Sumo, Hank speaks up.

“Connor, take him back out.”

“But Hank we’ve already completed our usual...” Connor starts to say but is cut off.

“For fuck’s sake just go somewhere that’s not here at this very moment,” Hank rasps out.

You pull in your lips to refrain from laughing at his desperation.

Connor stands still for a moment, analyzing what’s going on. A small smirk forms on him.

“Okay. Come on, Sumo.”

When the door shuts again, you’re swept off your feet and into Hank’s arms. His lips connect with yours again as he leads you towards the bedroom where you’ll be for a while.

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hey, hey! Yet another piece for Caesar! It is a short one however. Not really any warnings besides a pregnant!reader. Enjoy!

“In other news...Caesar Flickerman and victor Y/n L/n are expecting their first child! This couldn’t be more exciting! I know I can speak for all of us when I say that we’ve been waiting for this day from the moment they said their ‘I do’s’. Our inside sources say that the baby girl should arrive sometime this June. And yes, I said girl...”

“Ugh! Look at this! Look at the picture they used of me!” You exclaim, pointing towards the television.

“What’s wrong with it? You look beautiful.” Caesar states.

“No, I look terrible. I’m like three times the size of you.”

“You’re pregnant and gorgeous,” he says, turning off the TV to deter your attention from it.

Throughout your whole pregnancy, Caesar’s been nothing but caring and attentive. He got used to the mood swings and spike in hormones fairly quickly. And anytime you’re in the slightest bit of discomfort he’s there to alleviate it - or at least he tries to. He also makes sure to throw in as many compliments where he sees fit, which is usually on a daily basis, just to reassure you that you’re loved and appreciated.

“Stop! You don’t mean that, you’re just saying it. Agree with me for once.”

Your words come out a lot harsher than intended. Now annoyed and upset with yourself for being so cruel, your eyes begin to well up. However, you try not to show it by crossing your arms and looking away.

“I do mean it. I mean every word I say to you,” he speaks softly.

Apologetically, you reach out for him with watery eyes. A sympathetic smile crosses his face as he moves in to hold you to him.

“I’m sorry,” you cry into his chest. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he lightly laughs. “You have a lot of emotions and changes going on.”

“Well I don’t like it.”

You sit up as he continues to rub your back. Wiping your face, you then direct your attention to him. He grins down at you lovingly before leaning down to capture your lips. In the midst of the kiss, you can’t stop the tears that begin to fall again out of nowhere.

“Oh sweetheart,” he starts. “Why don’t you rest for a while? Might make you feel better.”

With a nod, you stretch out along the couch. He throws a blanket over you and bends down to peck your forehead. Before he can walk away, you reach out for his hand.

“Lay with me.”

He then happily lowers himself to your level. His hand runs over your swollen belly before leaning to place tiny kisses all over the area.

“Daddy loves you...yes he does...he loves you sooo much...” He mutters preciously to your stomach. “...even though you make mommy self-conscious and emotional.”

A chuckle escapes your lips as you beam down at him. He gives a final kiss before moving to lay beside you. His arms encase you in their embrace, chin resting just above your head.

He takes his time getting comfortable. Shifting a few times and sighing contently. Just as he finally relaxes, you cuddle into him for a mere moment before speaking again.

“You know...baby and I could reaaallyyy go for some (y/f/f).”

His chest instantly rumbles. Pushing himself up from the couch with an amused groan, he leaves to go retrieve and satisfy your craving.

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hey, hey!

The Green Mile has always been one of my top books/movies so I decided that Brutus Howell needed a little love considering the heaviness within the story. Not the mention the fact that he’s one fine looking gentleman. (Thank you David Morse🥵😍) Anyhow, for the past month or so I’ve been throwing this together rather quickly in my free time.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13833632/1/The-Very-Thought-of-You

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“We make a great team, Jack!”

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hey, hey! Another Caesar fic, yay!! This is the reader’s POV of what Caesar’s like when he gets a little jealous. It’s a short one but regardless, hope ya’ll like it! NSFW!

“Caesar Flickerman, are you jealous?” I say smirking.

We had just gotten back from another agonizingly long party. I don’t usually mind going out with Caesar for the evening but when Claudius says he’s holding a party then that generally means that we’re going to get stuck talking to pretty much everyone who walks through the door. At the gathering I had slipped away to the drink and hors d'oeuvre table where I was met by a younger man. He leaned onto the table in front of me before saying something along the lines of ‘what’s a fine woman like you doing getting her own drink?’. And no more than a second later, a friend, I guess you could say, of his finds his way to the other side of me. I look them both up and down, unamusment written on my features, before walking around them to grab a drink for Caesar. They continue with their advances, throwing compliments and bragging about God knows what - I didn’t care to listen anyways. Caesar noticed the pair and rushed over to me, pulling me to him and lashing out on them. After a few names and comments thrown Caesar’s way, they did leave. We had just gotten home when he started to get a little riled up about the two men.

“What? No...no, no. I just don’t want you to be...taken advantage of.” He says defensively.

“Okay one, you’re a terrible liar, and two, I’ve been through hell and back with being thrown into a bloodbath arena and dealing with the post trauma afterwards so I think I can handle a few men hitting on me in a public setting.” I smirk before adding, “Although, you’re very sexy when you’re jealous.”

He turns his head slightly and raises his eyebrows. “I just don’t like seeing other men drool all over you. It’s disgusting.”

“Mmhm, so you are jealous...” I grin at him.

“Everyone knows, or at least should know, that you’re off limits. You’re my girl.”

“...and clearly a bit possessive too”, I throw in sarcastically. “You know, everyday there are women that look at you like they want to rip your clothes off, but I trust you with all my heart and soul that you would never allow that to happen - unless it’s me of course.”

“Of course I wouldn’t, I only have eyes for you. But it’s not that I don’t trust you, (y/n). It’s the other men I don’t trust.” He says.

My lips form an ‘O’ shape, realizing his point. “Caesar, I’ve been through a lot - you know that. I can handle quite a bit but I understand that anything can happen. I’m almost always with you when we go out but I know to be cautious when I’m alone too. Not to mention the fact that Capital life is much different from District life - there’s always someone watching.”

He looks at me and nods. I make my way over to him, grabbing his neck. He holds onto my hips. “You’re the only man I want in my life. I love you and only you. That’s not gonna’ change.”

He closes the distance between us, his lips falling onto mine. I lean up onto my toes, pushing farther into him. After a moment he pulls away. I knew he wasn’t ready to let it go just yet.

“It’s just the look on their faces when they see you. They’re undressing you with their eyes and it makes me sick.” I sigh at him.

“Like I said, how do you think I feel when you’re on stage in front of thousands of women? I like to look at it as an opportunity to be proud that I’m the one who gets to take you home.”

His smile is lopsided, understanding my point. “I suppose you’re right.” He concedes.

“So...you really think I’m sexy?” He asks inquisitively, wiggling his eyebrows.

I giggle at him saying, “Oh yeah, jealousy looks good on you - in small doses of course.”

With that he picks me up, leading us to his bedroom and laying me flat on the bed. My legs have him locked in place as he slips off his shirt. I lean up to kiss his chest as he unzips the back of my dress, gently lifting it over my head. Shedding the rest of our clothing he climbs on top of me. He starts a trail of rough yet tender kisses down my neck. I writhe beneath him and grab onto his neck with one hand and his head with the other. His mouth then latches onto on of my nipples causing me to moan. After mirroring his ministrations towards the other, his lips travel down past my navel and his tongue slides up my inner thigh. Pleadingly, I buck against him, needing contact. I can feel him smirk against my leg. ‘He’s such a tease.’ I think to myself. I call out his name loudly as he suckles on my little bundle of nerves. I can already feel my climax building when his tongue sinks into me. My hips grind against him - clit making contact with his nose. After only a few movements I’m thrown over the edge. He laps up anything he can before crawling up my body. A few moments go by before I come back to reality. I smile up at him, getting a smug look in return from him.

As he pushes into me, he groans at the connection. His hands roaming wherever they can reach. My own hands slide over his body to hold onto him. I close my eyes for a brief second to take in the feeling of him. When they flutter back open, he no longer has his complacent expression, but a loving look of adoration. His pace increases, breathing becoming ragged.

“I love you.” I say sincerely.

With that, Caesar brushes his lips against mine, calling my name and allowing himself to come undone - me trailing behind.

Slipping to the side of me, I lay against him. The amount of comfort I have with him is something I’ve never experienced. I start to wonder where I would be if I didn’t end up with Caesar. Had we never gotten together, would I be with someone else? Would I be like some of the other Victors and do nothing but drink my life away? Would I even be here at all? It’s moments like these that I’m truly grateful for him and all his little quirks. Like how his show persona is completely different from his private persona - the side that only I get to see. His smiles are more genuine at home and his disposition no longer being a facade. And that man has hair everywhere on his body. I inwardly laugh to myself thinking of him. It’s the little things that few people would know. Leaning up onto my elbow, I gaze at his relaxed features.

“You know, if it means ending up in bed with you then you should get jealous more often.” I giggle.

“I wouldn’t say it’s jealousy. It’s more so....protectiveness.” He says with a confident smile.

“You sure the word you’re looking for isn’t possessiveness?” I say jokingly.

He laughs and says, “No, you’re not an object to own, (y/n). But to make things clear you’re still mine, as I’m yours.”

“Sounds good to me.” I instantly cling to his torso and kiss his chest.

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hey how goes it! This is a ‘Death Becomes Her’ oneshot for Ernest Menville. I was happy to get this character suggestion because I love this movie. Bruce Willis😍👌🏼! So this takes place after he tries to regain his sanity and leaves Helen and Madeline behind. Hope you like it. Enjoy! NSFW!

Forget and Remember

“Ern.” I say softly and rub the man’s arm.

“Ernest.”

Nothing.

“Ernest!” His eyebrows start to furrow in...distress?

“ERNEST!” I shout just loud enough to get through to his sleeping state. He instantly springs up, glasses crooked and hair a mess.

“Huh?” He looks at me with wide yet tired eyes before adjusting his glasses.

“Everything okay?” He doesn’t usually fall asleep in his office unless he’s highly stressed about something or is in a restless mindset. He looks around before stretching his arms above his head. He cocks his head to the side and instantly grabs his neck. A low groan of pain escapes his lips.

“Mm, what time is it?” He adjusts his cardigan before standing up.

“Quarter past 10. I was gonna let you sleep for a bit longer but I figured I’d come check on you. You don’t normally sleep this late. Are you feeling alright?” I move my hands up to feel his face. His arms encircle my waist.

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m glad you woke me up when you did. I was having a ridiculous dream about them again. They were chasing me and threatening to hurt me if I didn’t stay and take care of them. Good God, can the memories of those two just go away? It’s farcical at this point!” He rests he chin on top of my head in defeat.

I wrap my arms around him and gently stroke his back. If there was a way to wipe his brain clean of the names Helen Sharp and Madeline Ashton then I would. Post traumatic stress comes in all different shapes and forms I’ve come to find.

“I know it’s hard to deal with the past stress they’ve caused. If I could fix it or take it away then I would.” I say in an attempt to ease his tension.

He just continues to rest against me - his thumbs making little circles against hips. After a moment of silence, he breaths in deep and releases a relaxed sigh.

“Doesn’t help to dwell on the matter when I have you to focus my attention on now.” He mutters above my head.

I pull back to smile at him before saying, “Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.” I lean up to peck his cheek and he follows me out to the kitchen.

~~~~

Ernest was broken in every sense of the word. He was only a shell of man when I first met him. I remember the day we met very clearly. I was on kind of a soul-searching trip of my own when I noticed him. Ern was seated by the elegant fireplace in the winter lodge we were both staying in. He wore a casual dress coat with slacks and a trapper hat - the flaps were pinned up exposing his ears. The chair he sat in was partially turned toward the window. He wasn’t focused on anything in particular as he stared out at the falling snow. I do, however, recall the forlorn expression in his eyes. That’s what drew me to him.

I had just finished unpacking my duffel bag in my room before coming to relax in the the upper lobby with my book. The whole resort was beautiful - tall cathedral ceilings with skylight windows. There were mahogany wood pillars with stone wall detailing, giving it that true rustic cabin feel.

I made my way over toward the rocking chairs by one of the fireplaces and took a seat. Pulling my knees to my chest, I gazed around the large room. There weren’t many people. Just the lady at the front desk speaking with a young couple, an older gentleman with his dog, and...him. When my eyes spotted him, like I said, I was instantly drawn in. He looked a little lost inside himself. I turned my head in an attempt to refocus but found myself looking back to him. It was like a gravitational pull. I started to wonder if everything was okay.

After a sigh and shake of my head, I began on the first page of my book. Anyone who knows me can tell you that whenever I start a book, I get lost. Try to ask me a question and you’ll most likely receive a low ‘mm’ or small noise of acknowledgement even though I have no idea what was said.

I continue reading, occasionally glancing at the man no more than fifty feet from me. Time starts to pass - hours possibly. The suns sinks lower. People are coming and going. But he’s still there - unmoved and unfazed by his surroundings. I peek over my book to steal a look only to notice his eyes are already on me. They quickly flick back towards the window. After a moment, he looks back to me, making eye contact. I lower the pages in my hand to deliver a small smile. Unexpectedly, he matches my expression only to look back outside. I pull my lips in and continue my story.

The sun is now completely set. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with daylight savings time. I like that it gets dark because it gives me an excuse to wear pajamas and cuddle up in bed early but sometimes I like to have just a little more daylight to go out and do things.

About halfway into the novel, I decide to mark my place and close it up. I stretch my arms up and yawn. He’s looking again. I raise my eyebrows and make a face that says ‘hiii what do you want’ but in a playful manner. He smirks and again returns his gaze towards that damn window. I smile at him and wait to see what he’ll do next. ‘What an intriguing person,’ I think to myself. In an instant he whips his head my way, squinting his eyes to feign suspicion before slowly turning away. I then let out a giggle. ‘Looks like im going over there.’

I start over towards him. He starts to look a little nervous as he adjusts himself in his seat. “Well, if you’re gonna flirt with me then you might as well introduce yourself.” I joke, earning a slightly timid smile from him.

He clears his throat and says, “E-Ernest. My name’s Ernest.”

“Nice to meet you, Ernest. I’m (y/n).”

A moment of silence goes by before he stutters out, “Oh, uhm, why don’t sit down?” His hand gestures to the chair in front of him.

I sit down cross-legged and look to him. “What brings you here, Ernest? Hidden snowboarding talent?”

“Yeah sure, me?” He laughs. “No, It’s the serenity and scenery for me. What about you? Extreme skier?”

“Absolutely not. Same reasons as you actually.” I smile at him.

“Absolutely not? What about ice skating? That’s not too terribly hard.”

“I’d fall on my face or crack my head on the ice,” I purse my lips and add, “but i don’t fail at anything so I’d fall in style.”

He chuckles saying, “It’s not that difficult, but I don’t doubt that. You appear to be a very smooth person.”

“Smooth? This dork? Nu-uh, nope!”

“Ah come on, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“You’ll believe it when you see it.” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Well you’ll just have to prove it to me sometime.” He laughs gently.

“Ernest! Are you asking me on a date? Calm down we only just started talking and now you’re making plans!” I fake a look of disgust before smiling.

“I..hah..uhm - well I..you are very beautiful.” He stumbles over his words and quickly looks away, taking off his hat. His fingers fiddle with fur on the inside.

I smile at him and give him a thank you.

“You’re welcome.” He’s looks down bashfully.

What a sweet, kind soul. He’s been hurt in the past, that much is evident. I watch the way his hand reaches up to stroke his face. His green eyes flicker around the room and land on me a couple times. With pursed lips, he lets out a soft sigh. “Sorry, I-I’m not really that exciting. I understand if you want to go back to your room or if you’d rather ME leave then I..”

“What? No! I want you stay. Of course I can’t stop you if you want to leave but I’d rather you stay.” I give him a reassuring smile. He doesn’t say anything but stares at me as if searching for any indication of dishonesty.

“Alright?”

“Okay.” I finally get a smile back.

We continue our small talk for a little while longer before I suggest getting a drink. He agrees and we head down to the bar room. This room is just as beautiful as the rest. We sit the farthest away from the other people in here. The live piano player strings out a beautiful melody.

A few beers and a couple of old-fashioneds later, he’s telling me stories of his life - his body becoming more animated as the alcohol sets in. I find myself thoroughly enjoying his company. We discuss topics ranging from music tastes to embarrassing childhood memories. I wasn’t expecting him to say that he’s a doctor.

“No way, a doctor in what?” I ask curiously.

“Well I was a surgeon early on. I then ‘downgraded’ by transferring over to mortuary practices. Not exactly the best conversation piece.” He laughs through his nose.

“No that’s really fascinating! Better than anything I’ve ever done. I never really had a ‘calling’ as one would say.”

“Yeah well I wouldn’t say doing these jobs were my calling per se but they pay the bills. Hence me being here, trying to find some sort of inner peace.” He says.

“I understand that completely. Same goes with me. So should I now refer to you as Dr. Ernest?”

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head trying to look as pretentious as possible. “That’s Dr. MENVILLE, Ms. (y/n).” I snort a laugh at him.

“Well excuse me. That’s Ms. (Y/L/N) to you, Dr. Menville.” He laughs as well.

As another drink gets placed in front of me, Ernest walks his fingers towards the glass. He lightly pulls it his way. I flick his hand, shooing him away. That doesn’t stop him. Continuing his ministrations, I grab his hand and hold it down onto the bar as I down my drink. After I place my glass down, I realize my hand is still over his. He looks at them and flips them over, running the tips of his fingers along my palm. I eye his hand and then start a trail to his face. He’s already looking at me. My gaze floats up and down from his green orbs to his lips.

Not sure how or when, but we found ourselves crashing into one another in an attempt to walk down the hallway to his room. His fingers fumbled with the key to open the door. Once inside, I wasn’t expecting what he did, or rather said, next.

“(Y/n), may I kiss you?”

I wanted nothing more than to say ‘aww’ and hug him but desire was too heavy to ignore. I grinned instead and pulled him down to me, lips crashing together. This seemed to be enough encouragement for him seeing that I was pinned to the wall - hands running up and down my body. His mouth exploring quickly from my lips to my jaw and neck. I moan out, fingers delving into his hair.

Ernest picks me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He places me down onto the bed and I can feel how aroused he is through the fabric of his pants. Our mouths connect once again as our tongues begin an endless dance.

“Are you sure about this? Absolutely certain?” He mumbles against my mouth. “I mean, if you’re not comfortable then I understand.”

“Yes, I’m positive. I trust you.”

He nods in return.

We shed our tops and as he starts to unbutton his pants, he stops dead in his tracks. “Shit.” He mutters. “I..uhm, don’t have any..uh..”

“It’s okay, I’m covered.” I groan out.

With that Ernest discards the rest of his clothes allowing me to see him fully. He’s not the biggest but he’s perfect for me and utterly handsome. He then pulls my jeans all the way off. I’m already wet and ready for him. His gaze doesn’t linger on me too long but the look of hunger and lust on his face doesn’t go unnoticed. His double take almost made me giggle. He pushes me up towards the top of the bed and climbs onto me. His hand guides his member into me softly and we moan out in unison. I yank his head down, our mouths connecting. God, does he feel good. It’s like his body was made for mine. We just fit together.

As his pace becomes sloppy I know that he’s close, as am I. My climax comes first as I yell his name and cling to him. He’s not far behind, following me into waves of pleasure.

After collapsing beside me, I cuddle up next to him. His arms hold me as if i might disappear. After a minute or two my breathing returns to normal.

“Ernest?” I question.

“Yes?”

“What just happened?”

“Well I just had sex with a beautiful lady who I already enjoy having in my arms. I can’t say the same for you, but I hope it was at least half decent.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh it was a little more than half decent, Dr. Menville. You know you’re stuck with me now, right?”

He wholeheartedly chuckles before saying, “I wouldn’t mind that, not one bit. But, of course, that means you’d be stuck with me.”

I push myself up to look at him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I state. He shrugs, giving me that same self-deprecating look from earlier. I kiss the look away and pull back to see a genuine smile plastered on his face.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or if I’m already intoxicated by this man but I feel so content laying here with him...on him. I listen to the steady rhythm of his heart beat as it lulls me to a deep, tranquilizing sleep.

~~~~

I watch Ernest spread some grape jelly on his bagel and take a bite. His eyes scan over the Sunday paper as he enjoys his meal. I sit down across from him and lean onto one of my arms.

“Ern, do you remember the day we met?” I ask.

“How could I forget? I remember how much I drank to calm my nerves after we went to the bar.” His chest rumbles with a chuckle as he folds the paper in his hand in half. I smile sweetly at him.

“I remember everything about that day. That was probably the lowest point in my life. But when you sat down across from me, I could only stare at you in awe. I didn’t want to seem like a creep so every time you looked up, I would look away. You looked so beautiful....then of course you caught me gawking at you like a moron so I had to make a joke of the situation.”

“You had to throw in your Ernest charm.” I wink and smirk.

“Yeah well I’m glad I did now but in the moment all I could think was ‘shit shit shit shit she’s coming over here’. I could’ve been sick, that’s how nervous I was.” He laughs.

“I know, I could tell.” I giggle. “It was adorable though. I quite literally almost said ‘awe’ when you asked to kiss me in your room.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to change your mind once you realized it was possibly just the alcohol making you feel the way you did so I was cautious.” He shrugs. “That was a beautiful night nonetheless.”

“It very much was. I was thinking we should plan a trip up there again. Weekend getaway or something, it’d be nice.”

“Yeah, let’s go. We never did get to go ice skating - too busy with more...important matters.” He smirks and turns back to his paper.

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hi! I was wondering if you plan on continuing to write for Caesar? I think he is extremely underrated and you do a wonderful job writing him. I also enjoyed your writing for George Harvey. I have a little bit of a difficult time with that character but he is attractive so.. haha. :)

Well thank you! Much appreciated! Caesar’s such a little bb😭! Yes I will write more for him! George was a suggestion character but when I read the book I found it was easier to put him into perspective of how he COULD be with someone he actually cared for.❤️

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hey, how goes it! I wrote this after waking up from an odd dream. I thought of how cute it would be to watch Caesar move about in his sleep so here we are! Smut warning! Enjoy :)

You wake in the middle of the night and direct your eyes toward the clock - 3:14am. This is about the third time tonight. Surprisingly, it wasn’t because of your chronic nightmares this time, but of basic insomnia. A sigh of frustration softly rings through your nostrils. You stare at the ceiling for a moment before your eyes do a few laps around the room - trying to decide if you’re tired enough to go back to sleep. Feeling the weight and heat at your side, you roll over and come face to face with Caesar in a deep, peaceful slumber. Half of his face is smushed against the bed causing his lips to purse out and nose to be pushed to the side. You smile at his adorable state, wanting oh so badly to just reach out and squeeze his cheeks. His five o’ clock shadow has started to present itself. If only he could grow out some facial hair. Of course that’s not part of his professional image so that’s a definite no. You don’t mind too much though. His rugged, natural side is secret and for your eyes only.

Not being able to help yourself any longer, you reach out to graze your hand gently along his stubbly jawline, careful not to wake him. Leaning over, you place your lips softly to his cheek. He stirs a bit as an arm reaches out to hook around your waist in an attempt to pull you close to him. A small smile starts to appear on his face before disappearing. Your lips twitch upwards a bit when he starts to mumble something barely audible.

What’s he dreaming about? You furrow your eyebrows to focus on him more directly. After only a second, he jolts forward a tiny bit, raising his eyebrows and lets out a more enthusiastic cooing sound. You begin to giggle watching him enjoy himself in his own little dream realm. ‘If only everyone could be as joyous and carefree as a dreaming Caesar’, you think to yourself. He’s ecstatic about something as his chest rumbles with muffled laughter. It’s getting harder for you to contain yourself as his humorous state escalates, so you cover your mouth and close your eyes. You then peak over at him and notice that he’s biting his bottom lip with THAT smirk of his. With a hand still over your mouth, you can’t help the squeak that slips out.

At that sound, he lazily opens his eyes. When he notices you in your rigid state, he instantly leans up onto his elbow and starts rubbing your arm. “Y/n, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You can’t bring yourself to vocalize anything to him as a small tear rolls down your cheek from laughter. The worry in Caesar’s face starts to grow. He pulls your hand from your mouth to reveal a smile. He looks so confused, it’s endearing.

“I..I’m..s-sorry. You were having a hell of a dream and you were laughing and mumbling...it just got to me..you’re adorable.” You wipe your eyes and let out a deep sigh, calming yourself down.

“Good Lord, you scared me for a second.” He laughs, placing a hand over his chest. “Probably looked like a moron. What were you doing up anyways? Nightmare?”

“It was cute! And no, actually...just kind of woke up.”

“Well...glad I can at least bring some light into your life.” He chuckles lightly.

“You always bring light in my life. Now, are you going to tell me what was so funny?” You state curiously.

He shrugs and shakes his head grinning. “Ah it was nothing - wasn’t that funny.”

“Well clearly it was, considering that you were practically screaming laughter at me.”

With a groan he says, “Okay okay, um, I can’t remember all of it but I know we were so drunk and you smacked me with a pillow which made me fall so I stood up and chased after you. I was calling things out to you and as you were looking back at me, you were stumbling and smacked into a wall. We then fell on the floor laughing.”

You giggle at his story before saying, “Baby, that sounds like something I’d do even if I wasn’t drunk.”

He chuckles and nods in return.

“At least I know now that even subconsciously you still think about me.” You wink at him.

“Of course. I always do.” He smirks before capturing your lips. “That wasn’t the only thing I dreamt though...when we fell, I was hovering over you and you were whispering how badly you needed me. But that’s when i woke up and thought you were crying.”

“That would explain the lip bite and devious grin that made me completely lose it.” You explain.

“Hey I should get an apology for making me miss out on my dream action! It was just getting good.” He flicks your nose playfully.

“I’m SO sorry for ruining your wet dream of me.” You give him your best feigned apology.

“That’s not good enough. Now that we’re both fully awake, I think you need to make it up to me.”

“Oh is that what you think?” You give a fake pouty face before adding, “Nah, I think you’ll be okay.”

You make for an exit only for Caesar to immediately pin you down. “Oh no you don’t!” He grabs your face and leans in for a passionate kiss. You instantly melt under his touch, clinging onto his shirt.

“Well, that wasn’t much of a fight.” He announces, smugly.

You only roll your eyes before roughly yanking him back down. Things escalate quickly as you pull the hem of his shirt over his head. He then slides it the rest of the way off. Turning his attention to you, his mouth makes an attack on your neck and he continues down until he reaches fabric. You quickly discard your own shirt to allow him to continue his path. He makes a small detour to give a quick nip and suckle to each of your breasts before traveling further past your navel. You always know when he’s desperate or impatient because he usually takes his time exploring your body.

His hands work quickly to toss your sleep pants to the side - wasting no time for his mouth to dive into your wetness. You moan and push into him. His tongue making your mind go blank and causing you to grind your hips into his prickly face - loving the extra friction it causes. He continues his ministrations as he reaches up to toy with one of your nipples. You hands hold onto his arm until you can’t take it anymore.

“Caesar...Caesar, I need you,” you groan out. “...need you in me..now.”

“Now that sounds like just where my dream left off.” He remarks with a smirk.

Your only response is to pull him close to you as he positions himself at your entrance. He sinks in agonizingly slow, purposely torturing you. “Mm, harder pleeaase”, you cry out. After deciding that you’ve had enough punishment, he obliges with your plea. Your a moaning mess, squeezing onto his neck and rolling your hips in rhythm with his. His own grunts and groans of pleasure start to fill your ear.

“Y/n, I can’t..hold on much..longer.” His voice straining.

With a few more thrusts, he reaches between your bodies and rubs small circles over your clit which brings you to your climax. You practically scream his name along with some incoherent phrases. Your walls spasm and milk his own orgasm out of him. He pushes into you, releasing his seed as your name falls off his lips in a breathy whisper.

He collapses to the side of you, spent. You lie there together, backs flat against the mattress and allow your breathing to return to normal. His arm reaches to pull you onto him. Cuddling into his chest and side, you feel completely content.

“That was way better than dream sex.” He murmurs, eliciting a laugh from you.

“I love you.” You smile softly as you think back to his expressions during his excitable dream.

“And I love you,” he kisses the top of your head and nuzzles against you. With that you are both able to return back to sleep.

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Hiya!

I felt like Caesar doesn’t get enough love so in this, the reader finds themself having a nightmare from being a past tribute and he is there to comfort them. It’s also a little backstory on their first meeting! Enjoy! :)

I can’t breathe. My legs are moving faster than my lungs can take and the blood is starting to seep through the makeshift t-shirt bandage on my thigh. I glance over my shoulder, ducking immediately as a blade swishes over me. Looking ahead, I dive for the knife and roll off the slight rock ledge and into the creek. I hear the running footsteps behind me stop as I look up to see the final District 2 tribute in the air above me with a dagger in his grasp. Hastily I throw myself to the side, the edge of the blade nicking my arm in the process. I stumble back, and my hand comes in contact with a large stone. I throw it as hard as I can in his direction. He groans loudly, dropping the the weapon in his hands, as it makes contact with his jaw. I use his moment of weakness to my advantage and dart full force into his midsection with my scavenged throwing knife. The blade sinks into his side as we tumble down the muddy hillside. He kicks his legs, launching me away from him. My head collides with a mossy boulder - everything starts spinning around me. I gasp in an attempt to regain my breath. Meanwhile, he dislodges the object from his abdomen. As my daze starts to dissipate, I attempt to stand only to be kicked back down into a rocky pool of water. Not having the energy to defend myself, I watch with obscured vision as he stands above me, ready to end my life - only he doesn’t. He grabs my face and starts to shout at me. “(y/n)...(y/n)!” I look up at him confused, heart still pounding. “(y/n)! Wake up!”

“(y/n), sweetheart wake up”

My tear filled eyes fly open, focusing on the person in front of me - Caesar. I take in my surroundings to reassure myself that I’m actually safe before I look back at him. I cling to him as he pulls me onto his lap, holding me close. He allows me weep into his stark white button up and soothingly rubs my back, whispering some words of comfort.

After a few moments, my crying starts to cease. I breathe in his scent. Not the fake, fruity, flowery scent of the Capitol’s ‘Master of Ceremonies’. But the real, musky and natural smell that’s just purely Caesar. Burying my face deeper, I feel him kiss the top of my head.

“Are you okay?” He whispers gently.

I nod against him. Pulling away, I look into his eyes. “I’m okay now.”

“The usual?” He asks, knowing all too well of my chronic nightmares of being thrown back into the arena. I give him another nod.

“I hate that you have to live like this, (y/n). If I could take the pain and dreadful memories away from you then I would. I would live through it just so you wouldn’t have to.”

“I know.” I sadly smile at his sincerity. “But I wouldn’t let you.”

The fact that he would take my place and do the suffering for me, only makes my love for him grow. From the first time we locked eyes with one another, it was an instant connection. Of course, with it being a pre-games interview, we were forced to remain somewhat professional. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss. His eyes never leaving mine. This small interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the audience, however. It was different. It had more feeling than any of his other exchanges with previous tributes. I had always admired him though - even before meeting him. He’s the only member of the Capitol that truly cares about the tributes - trying to bring out the best in each and every one of us in an attempt to help us with sponsorships. Does he come off as loud, somewhat pretentious, and overwhelmingly confident? Yes, of course, but that’s the only way he’s allowed to be under the eyes of the order. What others don’t see though, are the many nights of guilt ridden anxiety for being the beginning of the end of 96% of tributes.

~~~

After the show tonight, Caesar pondered whether or not reaching out to me would be a good idea. Obviously it wasn’t. That didn’t stop him though. He needed to see me. I needed to see him.

I hear a tap at my door. Pulling it open, I’m greeted by a thin line, smiling, Blight- friend and now mentor.

“There’s someone here to speak with you.” He announces. I instantly know who it is.

Guiding me to the living quarters, he leaves me by the main entrance where the same man who caught my eye only hours ago, now stands. He’s no longer dressed in his flashy midnight blue suit, but instead, dons a purple, plaid vest covering a black shirt with trousers to match. I’m more surprised however, to find that he has short, sandy-brown hair as opposed to vibrant blue. His eyebrows remain the same navy color though. I suppose all citizens here alter their appearance as much as possible when in the eye of the public. The once overly confident and boisterous Caesar Flickerman now fumbles over his own words.

“I...uhm...hi.” He sucks in a breath before continuing, “(y/n), would you like to take a walk with me?”

“Sure,” I smile.

And so we do just that. We go back and forth with casual conversation as he takes me through a series of twists and turns, allowing me to stop along the many rose bushes to admire them. Everything is so alluring that I can’t help but gawk at every little detail of...well, everything. My hand glides across the railings and structures I go by. I keep passing glances his way, catching his eye a few times before looking away shyly. He talks about life in the Capitol and how it gets to be rather daunting at times. He then asks questions about my home and where I’m from out of genuine curiosity. I’m not sure how far we’ve gone but it doesn’t matter, I’m enjoying his company - I’m enjoying him. The final destination being an extravagant, secluded terrace with a beautiful view. Not a view of the buildings and man-made structures of the capitol, no - but of the natural beauty of foliage and greenery with pops of floral coloring.

“Wow”, is the only thing I say.

“Not much different from what you’re probably used to, huh?”

“No, that’s why I love it! It reminds me of home.” Smiling, I turn to him.

“Well I’m glad.” He smiles back. “(y/n)? I know I these are very...odd, circumstances we’re in but I know that I’m not the only one who felt some sort of...tension between us. There’s something about you that seems to draw me in. And the way you presented yourself with such honesty and truth on stage made it feel like you were talking to me and only me.”

“That’s because I was.” I interject, unable to contain my growing smile.

With that he makes his way over to me, cupping my face and pressing his lips firmly against my own. For a split second my mind goes blank. The only thing I’m consciously aware of is him, his lips, and the feeling of his vest covered chest underneath my palms.

We break apart for air, foreheads resting on one another’s. After a few long moments of silence, he whispers to me - almost commanding.

“You’re going to win...come back to me.”

~~~

I had decided to take a nap after my recent series of restless nights. Thankfully, Caesar was here to pull me from yet another night terror. I know he worries about me profusely in moments like these. He does try to reassure me though by saying that he’s honored to be the one I can lean on for support. I know he’s being truthful when he says things like this but it doesn’t make me feel any less bad for putting him through it. As I’m lost in thought, thinking and being grateful for him, he stands from the couch - pulling me with him.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to eat. If you’d like, we can go for a walk on the trails in the forest after you’ve finished.”

“Caesar, you hate nature.” I giggle.

“I don’t hate it. It makes you happy which, in return, makes me happy. A win-win in my eyes.” He winks at me.

“I love you.” I say. He leans over and kisses the top of my head.

“I love you too.”