#oneshot request

[just-another-idk]

What if series request?

Jake meets his granddaughter for the first time and instantly dubs her Munchkin.

A munchkin is a baby pumpkin :)

OMG YES

THAT IS SO CUTE

[therightatriumoftheheart]

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Little oneshot request from @anonmaxchaos !!

Jazz gets doorwings and unknowingly does them flutters at Prowl :3

[fathers-marvel-blog]

Okay, but Queen Loki coming upon one of the maids one day, just walking and minding his own business (probably looking for Thor or one of their children, or maybe on his way to take care of some Queenly Business, who knows) and he notices a maid isn't working and is just sitting on the floor crying and when he asks what is going on she says one of the rich nobles staying at the palace raped her and then threw her out of his room (she had been there to clean it in the first place) but she's too embarrassed to go to the palace healers but she thinks she's bleeding (she's afraid to check for sure) and it hurts to walk.

TW FOR RAPE (It's not explicitly written, but it's referenced.)

True Leader

Loki paced down the halls, half bored, half lazily looking for his children who had ran off. Of course, he could find them in an instant, and the boys couldn't have gone far at all, being just out of toddler stages now. They loved to run around, and Loki just did not have the energy for that anymore. He turned the corner, his see-through green robe curling around his ankles, and spotted a little servant girl crying on the floor, hiding behind a pillar.

"Little servant girl, are you alright?" Loki asked, and the girl looked up, blushed profusely, her face turning bright red, and nodded. She fixed her dresses and bowed.

"Of course, m-my queen. I apologize for not being on t-task." She stuttered, quietly, rushed out of her lips and sniffling.

Loki could tell something was seriously wrong. "Come now, girl. Spit it out. Something is wrong, and I am your queen and I demand to hear it. Why are you crying?"

The girl's lower lip quivered. "I- I was...raped."

Loki's blood ran cold and he gritted his teeth. When he had taken his role as queen, he had brought the punishment for rape up from 30 years in the dungeons to castration and stoning. It was a crime beyond any and all repair. It was the one crime he was sure could never be excused.

"Who did this to you?"

The girl shook her head, and made a pathetic whimpering noise. "I- I do not want to get in trouble. Will I get in trouble if I tell you?"

Loki sighed and held her hand softly. "No, dear. This man has no power over me. I am the queen, and whoever it is, I guarantee you I will have them castrated and stoned by the time the sun takes it's leave of the sky."

The girl sniffles and nods. "T-thank you my queen. I- it was Lord Agnarsson. I came in to clean his room and-" She broke down crying, being forced to remember what just happened to her. "He just pinned me down and forced himself onto me. I worry I may have ripped in the process and I've bled, so I've been too embarrassed to visit the healers."

Loki rubbed his thumb along her palm. "It'll be okay, sweetie. Come along now, I'll take you to the healers. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you want me to check if you're bleeding?"

She nods. "Yes, please, my queen." She lifts her skirts for him, her hands shaking and Loki sees a small patch of blood on her undergarments.

"You're bleeding, but only a little bit. Okay? It's just a tiny patch. Let's get you to the healers, they'll fix you right up, and then you can take a long bath in the private, palace bath chambers while I get everything sorted. Is that alright, sweetie?"

She nods and Loki leads her to the healers, holding her up because she's in pain as she walks. "Everything will be okay, I promise you. This man will be brought to justice, you'll get all fixed up, no more pain, and then you can take some time off for yourself to heal your mental wounds."

The girl nodded and held the Queen's hand tightly. "Thank you so much, my queen. This means so much to me."

Loki nods and leads her into the healers, turning to Eir. "Eir, this girl, you will see her for any...internal wounds. She has been assaulted by Lord Agnarsson. See to her and then have a few servants run her a bath, then let her rest in the healing ward for a few days before sending her back to the servant's chambers. I have to attend to this matter."

Eir nods and snaps at her healers to get the servant girl into a private examination room. The girl looks back to Loki as she's dragged away, and Loki gives her a comforting smile, one so very reminiscent of Frigga she almost tears up.

And as Loki heads towards the meeting room for nobles, his blood is boiling. He enters the room, slams open the doors, startling everyone in there.

"Agnarsson! Out, now!" He barks, and the man, the boy, really, stumbles out of the room like a baby deer.

Agnarsson stumbles over his words just as he had his own feet. "M-my queen, what is the matter for this?"

Loki slaps him so hard he keels right over and falls to the ground. Then he kicks him in the gut. "You disrespect me. My rule. My authority. My honor. The servants that are under my care! This kingdom's morality! And now you dare play dumb in my presence. No, boy. You shall not make a fool out of me. You know damn well my laws." Loki snaps his fingers, and guards drag the (former) nobleman away.

"Please! Please, my queen! My queen! I did not mean to disrespect you, your authority, or that with which you own! I swear! Please! Oh, that bitch! She's a liar! She's a fucking liar, that bitch! I did nothing of the sort! That fucking bitch!" He screamed, pleaded, but Loki walked away, content to go find his husband to vent about this whole ordeal.

---

The castration and stoning had gone off without a hitch. His family, of course, pleaded for a lighter sentence, but Loki held steadfast to his law. He had the man castrated and stoned in public. Such is the fate of those who cannot respect a woman's consent and bodily autonomy. Or anybody's bodily autonomy, for that matter.

A month later, Loki found a letter under his morning tea, from the servant girl.

"My queen, my dear queen. You are a true leader in such a time where we need you. You have done me a great service. I can never truly repay you, but I will continue to try. I will do my best to serve you and the palace, and to uphold your authority and rule, no matter what. My dear queen, thank you. You are a blessing to our great nation."

Loki smiled and handed it to Thor. "See there? I'm a true leader. And a blessing to our great nation." He smirked. "I don't assume you've gotten any letters detailing these traits, have you?"

Thor had, but he just smiled and shook his head. "No, dear. Of course not. Only you, the greatest queen in all of the nine, could receive such true and beloved praises from your subjects." He kissed his brotherwife on the cheek and smiled. "I love you, true leader."

[echoingvoids]

I Do Care (magnugaard)

Some fluff for @ask-crow-aus. This oneshot significantly shorter than what I've been writing lately, but it's wholesome and fluffy!

Pre-canon AU

Word Count: 770

TW: None!

You can also read it on Wattpad or AO3

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"I needed to hate someone and you're the one I love the most, so it fell on you."

--Gayle Forman

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She was focused. She had been focused for days, barely leaving her lab for anything. Hardly ate and hadn't slept in Notch knew how long.

Magnus hated when she got like this. She'd get so wrapped up in projects that she'd completely neglect herself. Sure, he always made jokes about being glad she was in seclusion, but internally he was stressing about her.

Of course, the other members didn't seem to be too worried. This was an Ellegaard thing, they said, she did it all the time. If too many days went by without seeing her, Gabriel would break in to check on her. 

As much as Magnus loved busting down doors, he knew other, sadly less destructive methods of getting into her space. He used them a lot more frequently than anyone else knew and some even Ellegaard herself didn't know about.

Like right now, he was currently hauling himself in through the one faulty window she had yet to fix. He could see her at the desk, bent over Notch knew what, her head snapping up when she heard him hit the floor with a grunt. "Magnus, we've talked about this. I'm not to be disturbed."

He stood up. "What day is it?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"The date, Ellegaard. Do you know it?"

She pursed her lips. "April 7th."

"Wrong. It's the 8th," he crossed his arms, looking at the bags under her eyes. "When did you last sleep?"

She turned back to the strange contraption on her desk. "Look, I appreciate your concern, and I have been sleeping. Everything's going well."

"Ellie, we have barely seen you at all in three days."

"I'm sure you're enjoying causing destruction without me to stop you."

"Yeah, well it gets boring without you around to mess up my plans," he sighed. "Come out, Ellie. Get some food, have a nap. And I mean real food, not whatever army-style crap you have stored in here."

"Coming from you."

"Ellegaard."

She looked over at him again. "I'm so close to a breakthrough, Magnus."

"You say that every time. And I'll come back in a few hours to find you passed out on your desk. Argue with me, I dare you."

She opened her mouth then closed it again, eyebrows furrowing together. Her arms crossed then uncrossed before she sighed. "I'm surprised you care so much."

"Of course I care. It's you, Ellie. We may be different as night and day, but what's the moon without the sun?"

Pleasant surprise flashed across her fingers. "Now where did you learn that poetic bit?"

"Dunno. Been hanging around you too much, most likely," he walked over to her, hugging her from behind and resting his chin are her shoulder. "So. What are you working on?"

"You want to know?"

"Hell, why not. Surely you'll bore me to sleep and then you'll actually take the hint."

Her brown eyes rolled but she obliged him, explaining the contraption she was working on. She'd twist to look at his face every so often, see just how awake he was, and found him completely enthralled. She knew he understood maybe up to half of what she was saying and yet...the look on his face showed complete interest. It threw her off a bit but it was...nice.

She kept going, eventually setting down her inventions and working on other tangents. And Magnus continued to listen to her, gently tugging her to a chair until they were both seated, her on his lap. He'd offer some sort of ridiculous input, causing her to roll her eyes, but smile nonetheless. 

She didn't know when she had fallen asleep. Only that she woke up with curled against Magnus, her head on his chest. His breathing was even and slow, one arm around her while the other dangled over the side of the chair. She carefully lifted her head, looking at how his mouth hung slightly open and the fuzz that covered his jaw.

She smiled and lay her head back down, watching the sun start to stream in through the windows of her lab. A square of light perfectly illuminated her desk, inviting her to go and continue her work, but...she didn't want to. At least, not yet. Magnus was warm and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so relaxed.

He shifted in his sleep, hand sliding down her back and a quiet snort escaped him before he shifted. He luckily didn't wake and after a moment longer, Ellegaard pressed a kiss to his cheek and went back to sleep.

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[leia-writes]

Love you Leia!! Anyway, can you write a fic where Y/n is essentially his "servant" I guess you can call it. Just like he has the soldiers that are required to listen to him and do as he asks Y/n has to do the same. I am sure this will be better with a smut but you can write it with or without which ever way it flows.

this was so fun to write, enjoy!

Love Chained

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

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song inspiration: love chained by cannons

warnings: SMUT, violence, blood, sexual harassment; 18+ ONLY

word count: 7,785

posted on: 4/12/2022

The glossy black walls shined around you as you walked the hallways, the sounds of your heels echoing around you. Your feet ached, but you were used to it. By now, you were used to a lot of things. Sore feet. Long nights. Constantly being cold, wearing only your simple black dress. At least it was long sleeved. 

You've lived here for several months now. All things considered, it could be worse. You entered this place as a player, a participant in the Squid Games. Although you were all but traumatized in the beginning, taking your chances here was better than anything you could achieve in the real world. And the chance you were given was quite a special one.

You’d made it to the marbles game, partnered with a complete stranger. Truthfully, you’d probably made it that far on sheer luck, but by the end you were convinced your luck had run out, just like you’d run out of your marbles.

You stared at the guard, frozen in fear but trying to accept your fate. There was nothing you could do. The guard pulled you up by your shirt and jacket, your partner looking at you with immense pity. Looking at her made you feel ten times worse, knowing your end would mean nothing, would simply be someone else’s trauma. 

The guard pulled you away from the others and raised his gun. You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, but after hearing the gunshot you realized you were still alive. You opened your eyes to see the guard pointing the gun just to the side of you. He quickly grabbed you again and led to you a side door, practically dragging you down a series of hallways.

There was no time to process anything that had just happened, and the guard was silent to your distressed questioning. You eventually ended up in an elevator, taking it several floors above you. Upon exiting, you noticed more of the same hallway and a room with a large leather chair.

Sitting in it was a man, clearly of a higher status than the guard who took you there. He was wearing a black mask and a gray coat with a hood covering his head. The guard led you to stand in front of him and promptly left.

You stood there awkwardly as the man stared at you. After a few moments, he stood up, standing in front of you.

“Y/n.”

You looked at him, curiously surprised that he called you by your name and not your player number.

He stepped closer to you, making you a little uneasy. “I’m giving you an opportunity. Stay here and work for me.”

You stared at his mask, apprehensive. “What if I say no?”

He scoffed. “What do you think?”

And so here you were, working as the Front Man’s assistant. His servant. When he needed something, you got it. When he was awake, you were awake. When he was asleep, you slept… as best you could. It wasn’t the worst situation to be in, it was certainly better than anything out in the real world, but you wondered if life would be like this forever. The thought of it gave you a sinking feeling that you ignored every time.

You wondered why the Front Man chose you. He was an enigmatic figure to you, never revealing his face, but somehow you were attuned to his emotions more than you cared to admit. It was obvious to you when he was upset or content. You seemed to notice more than he wanted to let on.

Despite the dynamic of your situation, there was no denying a certain attraction you held towards one another. You knew it definitely had to factor into his desire to have you as his servant, of all things. But he never crossed the line with you. There were several times both of you held your gaze on each other just a second too long, touched hands briefly when it wasn’t necessary, times when he would give you a task just to spend a little more time with you. Even though the most you had ever seen of him was the back of his head, you still felt a strange connection with him.

Of course, he had his dark side as well, something you’d never fully get used to. He could be ruthless. You’d seen him beat the guards countless times, even saw him kill one. There was no denying the power he held in this place, so while you felt some sort of connection with him, you knew one wrong move could mean your death. You were sure not to upset him at all costs.

Which is why you were here, walking the hallways in the middle of the night because he forgot some files in some random conference room. You’d worked all day and hadn’t gone to sleep yet, helping him with all sorts of tasks as he was preparing for the next round of games. He’d been stressed all day, putting you on edge. 

You made your way back to your shared living space. Upon entering, you heard him speaking on the phone in an upset tone. He noticed you as you walked in and motioned for you to set the files on his end table, next to his decanter of whiskey, which was empty. He turned to you again, covering the receiver end of the phone.

“Refill.” He pointed to the decanter and turned away again.

You quickly went to the bar to refill it. You could tell he was agitated, so you tried to stay quiet and avoid attracting attention. The entire situation had you on edge and a bit shaky, being tired mentally and physically and having to deal with his even worse mood now. You carefully filled the decanter and walked back to his end table.

Just as you stood in front of it, he sighed and slammed the phone on the receiver, cursing out loud. The sudden noise shocked you… and the decanter fell to the ground.

It was like slow motion. Your senses disengaged, and the only thing you could hear was the crashing sound of glass on the ground, the whiskey splashing everywhere. Your legs were shaking, splattered with the cold liquid. But what was worse was the following silence.

The Front Man slowly turned to you. You could feel his brutal stare from behind his mask, his gaze searing through you. You didn’t dare look up, your eyes trained to the ground as if your life depended on it. At this point, it probably did.

He slowly walked towards you, the sound of glass cracking beneath his boots as he got closer to you. You saw his boots come into your vision, dreading what was to come next. Before you had the chance to think further, you felt his gloved hand roughly grasp your jaw and force your head upwards.

You looked at his mask in fear, frozen in anticipation and panic. He was alarmingly silent, it was one of the few times you had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. The thought of it sent a cold wave of terror throughout your body.

He reached forward with his other hand and grasped your hair, pulling roughly. 

“Stupid… fucking… bitch.”

He lowered his hand from your jaw to your throat, immediately squeezing tightly. The sudden sensation made you yelp and gasp for air, but your reaction just seemed to encourage him further as he squeezed tighter.

“What the fuck are you good for if you can’t do this one simple task?”

You were desperate to breathe, mouth wide open in an attempt at any sort of air. It was as if he was channeling all of his anger, all of his stress, into the force of his hand on your throat and hair. You brought your hands to his arm in a futile attempt to stop his choking, but he continued undisturbed for several moments.

He then let go of your throat, but before you could take in a full breath, he shoved his fingers into your mouth. The taste of leather flooded your mouth, his fingers going far enough to cause you to gag. With his other hand still in your hair, he shoved you further on his fingers.

“You think you can get away with this? No. You’re going to make it up to me.”

He pulled his hand out, saliva dripping from your mouth and his fingers. Pulling you by your hair, he sat on the edge of the leather chair, shoving you onto his lap. You laid across his legs on your stomach. He ran his hand along your back, then pulled you up by your hair roughly, leaning down towards your ear.

“Stupid whores like you get punished for things like that.”

He moved his hand down your thighs, and quickly pushed up your dress, exposing your underwear. Internally, you were overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, shame, apprehension, and… a sort of twisted excitement. You just couldn’t help yourself, you’d never been this close to him, never been touched like this by him. As his hands ran along your ass, goosebumps covered your skin, and you unintentionally let out a soft moan.

He immediately stopped. “Of course you’d enjoy this, you fucking whore.”

He then proceeded to slam his hand on your asscheek with a sudden force. The pain temporarily overshadowed your excitement and you cried out. He pulled your hair backwards, the pain searing your scalp.

“Was that too much?” He spanked you again, even harder, tears forming in your eyes. “Good.”

He spanked you several times more, the pain radiating from your ass as it reddened. Tears fell freely down your face. After a moment, he removed his glove and continued spanking you, the sudden sting heightening your pain.

“Stupid fucking whore, you fucking deserve this.” He continued to spew vicious words as he spanked you and grasped your hair.

After a while, you started to tune out the sting from his spanks, and the pain began to take on a new form. It even became somewhat satisfying to you. You felt a warmth spread from your core, each hit of his hand sending shocks of electricity to your pussy. 

Though your mind was clouded, you felt troubled at your body’s reaction to his punishment. You shouldn’t like it as much as you did. You should be afraid… but god, his hands felt so fucking good on you. You felt your mind descend in the depravity of the moment, focusing on the pleasure you felt. 

The Front Man noticed your shift in behavior, noticed your cries turning into soft little moans. He stopped, spreading his fingers in between your legs, noticing your underwear was soaked.

“Fuck… you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you? I should’ve known.” He pulled your face closer to him with both hands.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

The change in stimulation brought you back to reality, and you realized the glass was still all over the ground. You looked down, too frightened to move further. 

“The… the glass…”

You started to look back towards him, but before you could do so he slapped you right on your cheek.

“And who’s fault was that?”

Your cheek stinging, you looked at him in fear, speechless.

“Does it look like I fucking care? Do as I say. Now.”

You moved slowly, your legs shaking. You carefully set your feet down and bent your knees, resting your arms on his legs. You were purposefully avoiding setting your knees on the broken glass, but he wouldn’t have any of that.

“I said, get on your fucking knees, whore.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, dreading what was to come. You reached down and attempted to swipe away the glass, but he reached forward and grabbed both of your hands and pulled you forward, forcing your knees to the ground.

You felt a searing pain from the glass cutting your knees and cried out, tears falling again. You tried your best not to move too much to avoid the glass going any deeper. He released your arms and unbuttoned his coat, then led your hands to the top of his pants.

“Hurry up.”

You looked at him through teary eyes, the pain in your knees overwhelming. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing plain black boxers. Looking at him briefly, you slowly pulled down his underwear and pants, his hard cock springing out in front of you.

The sight of it made your mouth water, though you were still in pain enough that you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how you felt. You stared at him, as if you didn’t know what he wanted next. 

He sighed, grabbing your hair again. “Suck my fucking cock, whore.”

He brought your mouth to the tip of his cock and slowly shoved you on him, pushing back to your throat all at once. You gagged at the sudden intrusion, spit dribbling out of your mouth. Slowly, you began to move your head up and down on his cock, sucking as you did so.

You heard him groan under the mask, the modulated sound encouraging you further. Despite the situation you found yourself in, you couldn’t help but admit you’d wanted something like this with him for a long time now. This situation was fucked up in many ways, but you found yourself almost enjoying it. As you sucked on his cock, you imagined what he would feel like inside of your pussy, the thought of it making you clench your legs.

The sudden movement of your legs sent searing pain to your knees again and you cried out, both out of pain and pleasure. The Front Man pulled you off of him, spit and precum dripping out of your mouth.

“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.”

He stood up, forcing you to shift back on your knees, causing even more glass to cut you. You cried, the pain becoming overwhelming again. In the next moment, he grabbed your face and pushed you on his cock again.

“Take it like the fucking whore you are.”

He started to thrust roughing into you, fucking your mouth with intensity. You let him take control, focusing on the feeling of your mouth and throat being filled by him, looking up at him through teary eyes. 

He was right, you really were enjoying this way more than you should have been. You felt humiliated knowing he made you feel that way while also hurting you. You knew he was a cruel man, but you never expected him to be like this whenever you had these thoughts about him. Still, you liked it. The thought of him spanking you, slapping you, sent your mind into a frenzy, and your pussy clenched. You desperately wanted some sort of stimulation, so you slowly brought your hand under your dress, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Of course, he did. He shoved his cock down your throat and held it there, choking you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You quickly moved your hand away and looked at him as innocently as you could while choking on him. He pulled you off of him and swiftly slapped you again.

“Only good girls get to touch themselves.”

He thrust back into you, and you could tell he was close. His moans became louder, his breath becoming more ragged. 

“Fuck, yes, take my fucking cock.”

As his thrusts became more sloppy, he held on tight to your face. He was hissing through his mask, the sound giving you goosebumps. 

“Take… my fucking cum, you fucking slut.”

He groaned loudly, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he came. You felt the hot liquid fill your mouth, go down your throat, the sensation making your pussy ache even more. His moans were unconstrained, and so loud you thought you could hear his voice under the mask. You lightly whined on him and sucked, wanting every last drop of cum. He thrust roughly into you again, grabbing your hair tightly.

“Fuck, yes, fuck that’s a good girl, take it.”

Your heart fluttered and you sucked harder, causing him to groan. After a few moments, he slowly slipped his cock out of you. He spread the tip around your lips, spreading the mix of spit and cum that was still in your mouth. He let out a long, satisfied sigh and sat back in the chair, promptly putting his pants back on.

You stayed kneeling on the ground, unsure of what to do. He looked at you for a moment, catching his breath.

“Stand up.”

Your legs were incredibly shaky, but you managed to stand up on your heels. You could feel the blood trickling down from your knees, and the bruises forming on your ass. 

He sighed. “Call for a guard, and go to bed.”

You slowly walked towards the phone, calling for a guard. You looked back at the Front Man, still sitting in his chair. Your mind was still clouded with lust, but you wondered what this would mean for you going forward. You weren’t sure what to expect from him now.

You made your way to the bathroom, taking care of the cuts on your knees. Luckily, no glass had gotten under your skin. As you were cleaning off the blood, you heard a guard enter the residence and begin cleaning up the glass. You were just happy you didn’t have to do it.

After a few moments, the Front Man entered the bathroom, holding a small first aid kit.

“Use this.”

He promptly left the room, leaving you taken aback. You were surprised at the kind gesture. After cleaning up, you applied ointment and bandages to your cuts. As you got ready for bed, your mind kept replaying everything that had just happened. The way he touched you, the way he sounded, calling you “good girl” even after all of that. You still felt a little ashamed, but you enjoyed every little bit of it. Even when he degraded you, hurt you, the fear and pain just made you that much more sensitive. 

As you went to bed that night, your mind didn’t slow down. You touched yourself more than you cared to admit that night, wondering what this would mean for you, and wishing you could see the man behind that mask.

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The next few days went by fairly uneventfully. The Front Man acted as if nothing had happened. If anything, the small moments you would share before disappeared as well. Honestly, it was kind of disappointing to you, but you also worried you had fucked up more than you thought. With the power he holds over you, he could’ve done much worse. What if he decided he was done with you after that night? What if those new feelings had faded and he didn’t care anymore?

If he was going to use you for sex, that was fine with you, but he hadn’t even done that, so what the hell was he thinking then?

In the Front Man’s mind, he was still reeling from that night. Just like you, he’d felt a connection with you before. He felt it the moment he saw you in the games, and was just waiting for the perfect moment to scoop you out of there and make you his. But since then, he was always just too busy, too upset about something, too stressed to do anything about it. He was temperamental and he knew it.

But that night, after spending an exhausting day doing stupid bullshit, he couldn’t help himself. He was genuinely upset with you for dropping the glass decanter, and it was the perfect excuse to get you in his hands. What he didn’t expect, however, was your positive reaction to it all.

Since that night, the sound of your quiet moans filled his mind constantly. It distracted him with every single task he had to do. Even having you around him all but sent his mind into madness. The view of his cock down your throat, with you sucking on him and making those delightful sounds, overwhelmed his mind. 

He could tell you were wary around him since then, trying to gauge what he felt or wanted. With you around, he could barely focus, so he tried to push away those thoughts and feelings as much as he could just so he could get some work done. 

But tonight, he’d simply had enough.

The two of you were inspecting the player rooms, walking throughout the pastel hallways together. It had been another particularly stressful day. He was exhausted and he could tell you were too, shakily walking on your heels, your knees still cut and bruised. He felt a sick sense of pride whenever he noticed them.

In your mind, you were stressed as well, hoping the two of you would be done soon so you could relax. You could tell he had a lot on his mind, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Whenever you had moments alone like that, you wondered if he thought about that night with you as well. 

Suddenly, he stopped, and you looked at him curiously. He turned to a door next to him, and after a few moments opened it, grabbing your arm and shoving you inside with him. He shut the door and locked it.

It was pitch black inside, but he turned on a small, dim light, revealing the room to be a small storage closet, shelves surrounding you. You looked at each other for several moments, unsure again of what he was thinking or feeling, or why he locked you two in the closet.

You saw his mask move up and down as he eyed you all over, and you became nervous under his gaze. With the way the day had been, you weren’t sure if he was upset with you or if he wanted you. But in the next moment, he turned you around and pushed you on a shelf, pressing his body against you.

His mask moved next to your ear, his heavy breathing giving you goosebumps. “Did you think I had forgotten?”

He pulled your hips onto his, grinding on you. You let out a moan, sighing at his rough hands on you. All of the worry from before melted away, knowing he still wanted you like this.

“Fuck, keep making those fucking sounds for me,” he said as he pulled up your dress. He noticed the bruises on your ass and ran his hands along the sensitive skin. “Oh my god, look at you, my little whore. Who did this to you?”

You moaned louder at his words, pushing back on him, desperate for any stimulation.

He groaned and grabbed your jaw, pulling your head to the side. “Answer me.”

You whined, “You. You did this to me.”

He groaned again, pressing himself against you. “That’s fucking right.”

You heard him quickly remove his coat and unbutton his pants, pushing them down slightly. He went back to rubbing your ass, then slipped a hand under your underwear, pressing against your pussy. Even though he was wearing gloves, he could tell you were soaked. 

“Fuck, look at you, such a fucking slut.” He began to circle your clit with his gloved fingers, and you whined from the stimulation. He grabbed your throat with his other hand, pulling you back. “Did you touch yourself after I fucked that sweet mouth of yours?”

You moaned and nodded, too lost in the pleasure to say anything. Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with that, and he squeezed your throat tightly.

“Answer me when I fucking speak to you.”

You groaned, “Yes… I did.”

He sighed. “Of course you did, fucking whore.”

He pulled your underwear down and brought his hand back to your pussy, teasing your entrance with a couple fingers. You whined, desperate to feel even just his fingers inside of you. He kicked your legs apart and you yelped, almost falling, but he held you at the throat still.

In the next moment, he shoved two fingers inside of you, hissing at the sudden warmth. You moaned loudly, your pussy immediately clenching on his fingers. He slowly started pumping them in and out of you, noticing your wetness covering his glove.

You let out a satisfied breath as he fucked you with his fingers, your sounds overwhelming the Front Man’s mind with lust and excitement. He knew you were ready then, and he slipped his fingers out of you, your juices dripping. He brought his fingers to your mouth and shoved them inside, relishing in the feeling of control over you.

You moaned at the taste of your juices and the leather of his gloves. He then removed his hand and took off his gloves, positioning his cock at your entrance. 

“Did you think about me fucking you like this?”

“Yes,” you breathed heavily. “Every day.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “My little slut, take my cock.”

He slowly pushed himself inside of you, the sensation of your pussy stretching to him sending waves of pleasure all over your body. You both let out a groan simultaneously. Your warmth enveloped him, causing him to lose all focus except for the feeling of you on his cock. He slowly started to thrust into you, roughly grabbing your hips.

You whined as he began to fuck you, savoring the feeling of finally getting what you wanted. The sounds of his grunting and moaning made you crazy, and you pushed back on him as he thrust into you faster. His hands moved from your hips to your sides, seemingly grabbing anything he could get his hands on.

“Such a tight little pussy, all for me, huh?”

You whined, unable to speak even if he tried to force you too. He just chuckled darkly, feeling you clench on him when he spoke to you. As he continued thrusting, you heard a clicking sound and something falling to the ground. In the next moment, you heard him speak.

“Don’t turn around or I’ll fucking kill you.”

It was his voice, without the mask. He grabbed your hair with both hands and forced your head forward. The sound of his voice without the modulation of the mask was so satisfying to you. He started to moan and breathe heavily, the sounds sending you into even more of a frenzy. You desperately wanted to see what he looked like but knew you shouldn’t push it.

“Fuck, my little whore, I just had to have you, I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

You cried out at his words, all of your senses heightened. Every single thrust, every single touch, felt like ecstasy. You’d been fucked before, but never like this. You couldn’t form words, c0uld barely form a coherent thought, you just let out a slew of moans and whines and mewls, completely letting yourself go.

The weight of the moment had you quickly getting close to orgasm, your pussy clenching hard on him and the tension rising in your core. He leaned forward, nestling his head into your neck and growling. His skin was soft on yours, but he promptly bit your neck. The possessive feeling of him towering over you, taking complete control, almost sent you over the edge right there. You felt so close to him, yet not seeing his face still made him elusive to you.

He groaned, bringing his lips to your ear. “Don’t fucking cum until I say so.”

You cried out, unsure if you could hold back much longer. You’d imagined a moment like this countless times. Now that you finally got it, you couldn’t control yourself. The sounds of both of you close to your high clouded your mind, and you finally forced yourself to say something. 

“Cum… cum in me.”

He groaned, biting your neck again. “Such a dirty fucking whore, begging for my cum, huh?”

You moaned, “Please, please, please,” unable to say anything else at that point.

His thrusts stuttered, and he finally let you give in. “Fuck, cum for me.”

You came immediately, your legs giving out beneath you. You clenched unbelievably hard as he continued to fuck you, waves and waves of pleasure radiating from your core. You let out a high pitched whine, not even caring if you could be heard by anyone at that point. He held you at the waist as you lost all sense of time, feeling like time completely stopped.

He continued to thrust into you, the feeling of you clenching on him sending him to his own high. He let out a guttural groan and released inside of you, filling you up with loads of his cum. Just like you, he was unable to control his moans at all, the sounds filling your ears as you came with him. You felt his cum and your own juices start dripping down your legs. He pushed you against the shelf as you collapsed on him, holding you up at the waist and throat, though his own legs were almost giving out from his orgasm.

After what seemed like an eternity, you caught your breath and stood again. He rested his head at your neck still. The feeling of him being so close made your heart flutter, but the moment passed when he stepped back and quickly put the mask back on. You put your underwear back on and turned around to see him button his pants and put his coat on.

You looked at him, your curiosity burning inside you. He seemed to eye you for a moment before unlocking the door and leading the two of you out of the room. 

“Let’s go.”

~~~

The next day the VIPs were planning to arrive for a brief tour, so you and the Front Man had some down time before they arrived. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since your encounter the night before. He seemed to have gone off somewhere without you.

Your mind was spinning, to say the least. You felt your connection with him deepening but he still felt so far away. You couldn’t get the thought of him out of your mind, couldn’t stop thinking about the sound of his voice. Before everything had happened with him, you’d always wondered if life would stay the same, but now everything was different and you weren’t sure what to expect. Should you get your hopes up?

You stood in the main room and turned on his jazz band figures, clicking through songs until you found one you wanted to listen to. You sat on his leather chair as you listened, giving yourself a moment to relax. You just wanted to stop thinking.

You had zoned out enough to not hear the elevator ding. The Front Man approached the room, silently observing you listening to the music. He thought about your time together while he watched you. He’d been grappling with his feelings ever since he got his hands on you. He knew he wanted you, but his physical desire for you was turning into something deeper, something he didn’t quite understand.

Clearly, if he wanted you he could have you, but… what if he wanted more? He didn’t want to just fuck you, he wanted you to be his and only his. And he wanted you to want him in that way too. But how could you when he forced you into this life?

It was all too much to think about right now, and the VIPs had just arrived. He walked next to you, reaching for the remote and turning off the music.

“They’re here.”

You were pulled out of your trance and followed him out of your residence. The two of you greeted the VIPs outside their helicopter and began touring them around the facilities. This was the first time you were interacting with the VIPs. They were beyond intimidating to you, so you stuck by the Front Man’s side the entire time.

At the end of the tour you showed them the VIP lounge, where they would relax until it was time for them to leave. Luckily they weren’t staying overnight, but rooms were available to them if they wanted a private space. You were about to leave with the Front Man when one of the VIPs stopped you.

“Wait a minute. I know who you are.”

You looked at the man anxiously. He approached you, looking you up and down. “You were a player last time we were here. I knew there was something about you, I just couldn’t figure it out.” He turned to the Front Man. “So you decided to keep her for yourself, huh?” he chuckled, some of the others joining in. “I can see why.”

You stood there awkwardly as they watched you. The man reached forward and grabbed your hand. “Why don’t you spend some time with me now, before we have to leave?” He pulled you towards him and looked at the Front Man. “That won’t be a problem, right?”

Of course it wouldn’t. You couldn’t say no to these people. You were filled with dread, and internally the Front Man was seething. But you couldn’t say no.

“Of course. Someone will come by later to escort you to the helicopter,” he said, nodding, and promptly walking away.

The VIP held onto your hand tighter and led you to an unoccupied room. Shutting the door, he looked you up and down. It was too reminiscent of the way the Front Man looked at you, and it made your heart sink. 

The Front Man made his way back to his residence, absolutely fuming. The thought of you being with someone else like that drove him absolutely crazy. He felt so attached to you now that he wanted to protect you, knowing the VIPs were cruel, but there was nothing he could do. If he had any doubt about how he felt for you before, he didn’t anymore.

He sat in his leather chair, trying not to dwell on what you might be going through right now, and trying to figure out any sort of way to get you back.

The room with the VIP felt smaller and smaller as the man approached you, pushing you to the wall and pressing himself against you. He ran his hands along your sides, his breath reeking with alcohol and cigarettes. You turned your head away, making any attempt to get away from him.

He held your face and forced you to look at him. “Don’t be like that, baby. Just do as I say and I won’t kill you.” His voice was sweet but his words frightened you to your core. He held your throat with one hand and moved his other to your breasts, grabbing them sloppily. You grimaced and stayed silent, willing your mind to go somewhere else in that moment. 

“Take off your dress.”

He stepped away from you. You look at him in fear, frozen in place. There was no way you could will your body to do that. You stood there, looking down.

The VIP swiftly hit you on the face at your disobedience. You weren’t sure if it was a punch or a slap, but his nails cut your skin. You cried out and crouched to the floor, starting to cry.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and get the fuck up before I kill you?” He grabbed you by the collar of your dress and pulled you up, pressing his mask to your face. You were audibly crying, and he chuckled, throwing you to the bed. He started unbuttoning his pants.

“Keep on crying, I don’t give a fuck, I-”

He was interrupted by a knock at the door. He stopped and sighed, “What?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I need her for an urgent matter.”

Your heart leapt at hearing the Front Man’s voice. The VIP groaned out of frustration and opened the door. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

The Front Man peeked in to see you on the bed, his heart dropping. “I apologize, but like I said, it’s an urgent matter.”

The VIP looked at you, then back at the Front Man. “Fine.”

You scurried off the bed to the Front Man’s side, quickly following him out of the VIP lounge. When you entered the elevator, you realized you were shaking.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, your mind slowly coming back to reality.

When you exited the elevator, the Front Man led you to the main room, and turned towards you. “Are you… okay?”

You looked at him, nodding, unable to say anything. He could tell you were greatly affected by what just happened. He sat on the leather chair and motioned for you to come towards him. For a moment you stood in place, unsure of what he wanted from you. When you approached him, he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap. Your legs sat on each side of him, and he rested your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, sighing. “I’m sorry.”

You began to shake again, finally feeling like you were safe, and started to cry. His heart broke for you, hearing you cry and feeling you shake. He knew no matter the circumstances you found each other in, he’d do anything for you. He was completely captivated by you, and at this point there was no turning back.

As you sat in his lap, crying, you heard him lower his hood and remove his mask. You felt his gloved hand reach for your jaw and lightly move your head up, revealing himself to you. Through teary eyes, you finally got to see him.

His features were astonishingly handsome. He looked at you anxiously, analyzing each and every reaction you had to him. You were relieved at finally getting to see his face, finally feeling closer to him. As the tears fell down your face, he wiped them away with his gloved fingers. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, nestling your head next to his neck. You’d never felt this safe and cared for before. Despite the Front Man being who he was, a cruel and frightening man, you knew he was different with you. 

Although he wanted to sit there with you forever, he sat up and brought your face in front of him again. “You’re bleeding. Let me help you.”

He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He got the first aid kit and gently wiped your face. As he treated your cuts, you watched his every move, delighting in the little facial expressions he would make. If you weren’t already attuned to his thoughts and emotions before, you definitely were now.

Once he was finished, he held your face gently, looking all over your face. You looked at him with curious eyes. In the next moment, he slowly leaned forward and kissed you.

His lips were soft and gentle as you kissed each other over and over, but he quickly became his usual possessive self. He grabbed your sides and hips roughly, pulling you off the counter so you could be closer to him, as if you couldn’t get close enough. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around him.

“No one else gets to have you except me.”

He walked with you into his room, setting you down on his bed. He quickly took off his coat and gloves, with you sitting there entranced. You just couldn’t believe you were finally seeing him like this, finally getting him exactly how you wanted.

He removed his sweater, leaving him shirtless, and stepped towards you, pulling your dress over your head. He climbed over you and removed your bra, leaning down to press his face to your chest, leaving kisses here and there.

“Look at you. You’re all mine,” he said breathlessly.

You ran your hands along his chest and shoulders, enjoying his sweet words and the new parts of himself he was revealing to you. He kissed back up towards your neck and started sucking and biting as much as he could. You moaned, pressing your body against him, his warm skin giving you goosebumps.

He leaned back and removed your underwear, then quickly removed the rest of his clothes. You watched him bring his fingers to your pussy, spreading your wetness, noticing his facial expressions as you moaned. Taking it all in now as much as you could now that you were able to.

“Please.”

He looked at you. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He smirked and hovered over you again, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Since you asked,” he groaned, pushing the tip of his cock in, “so nicely.”

He thrust himself into you, the sudden sensation overwhelming you. Even though you’d fucked before, this was entirely different. You felt so much closer to him that you completely gave yourself up to the feeling of being taken by him. You let out your moans and whines freely and he started to thrust at a rapid pace.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my good girl.”

His words send a shock of pleasure straight to your core. In that moment, that’s all you wanted to be. All that mattered was that you were being good for him. Even though you came to him as a servant, you never cared about that as much as you did then. You held his face close to yours, looking at him with desperate eyes, unable to say anything.

“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking pretty when I fuck you like this,” he said as you looked at each other, then leaned down to kiss and bite your neck.

Your pussy clenched, heightening the sensation of his cock thrusting into you. You angled your hips to allow him to go deeper, feeling completely filled by him now. He groaned at the new sensation, thrusting even faster now.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good… who’s pussy is this, huh?” He held your jaw tightly and forced you to look at him.

You mewled, “Yours, it’s yours.”

He growled, kissing you roughly. “That’s fucking right, this is my fucking pussy, no one elses. Only I can make you feel this good, huh?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, it’s all yours.”

You felt yourself getting overwhelmed from the pleasure, felt the familiar tension start to rise in your core. You held on to his shoulders tightly as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. He could tell you wanted more.

He grabbed one of your hands and slowly brought it down to your pussy. “Touch yourself, sweetheart.”

You looked at him bewildered, but immediately began to circle your clit with your fingers. The new sensation immediately sent a wave of pleasure over you, and he felt your pussy clench on his cock.

“Fuck yes, good girl.”

His words sent you in a frenzy, with your fingers and his cock, and you felt your orgasm approach quickly. You whined, chasing the high as fast as you could. He could feel you getting closer, hear your quickening breath.

Desperate, you brought your other hand to his face. “Please, I wanna cum… I want your cum.”

He growled, pressing his hands to the back of your knees and pushing your legs down, causing you to whine loudly. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum making those sounds.”

You moaned even louder, wanting him to know exactly how good he made you feel. You were right on the edge of your orgasm, every movement heightening your senses.

You cried out, “I’m gonna cum, please!”

He groaned, “Fuck, fucking cum, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum so much in you.”

You frantically rubbed your clit and came violently, your legs shaking and pussy gushing around his cock. You let out a long moan, your entire body overtaken by pleasure. He continued to fuck you, making your pleasure last even longer. Shortly after you, he groaned loudly and buried himself deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. He pressed his face to your neck, biting you, as he pushed himself inside you deeper and deeper, milking every last drop.

You shuddered beneath him as the waves of pleasure subsided into content satisfaction. He gently kissed you, then laid down next to you, pulling you close to him. As you both caught your breath, you looked up at him, your heart overwhelmed with an emotion you couldn’t explain. You just knew you were comfortable and happy.

“What’s your name?”

You realized you didn’t even know, but felt comfortable enough now to ask. He looked at you, smirking, realizing he’d never told you.

“In-ho. Hwang In-ho.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder again and wrapping an arm around his chest.

He turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Y/n… You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. But… I would like you to.”

You stared at him, stunned. He was giving you an out, a chance to leave… but you really didn’t want to.

He continued. “If you stay, I won’t run you ragged like I have been. I just… want to be with you.”

His face looked dejected, as if he knew what you’d decide already. You knew any sane person would probably take the chance to leave, but you’d always known that the real world didn’t offer you much, if anything at all. You never expected any of this to happen to you. After losing the marbles game, you had already resigned yourself to your death.

But you were offered a second chance. At times, you’d almost regretted your decision, but now you knew it was a twisted fate that brought you two together. In the most violent and fucked up place, you found a connection stronger than anything you’d had before. So, for you, your answer was obvious.

“I’ll stay here with you.”

He let out a shaky breath, his expression hopeful now. He hugged you gently, almost as if you’d break if he held on too tight. You hugged him back even tighter, feeling a million times better than you ever had in that place. 

“You’re mine,” he said breathlessly.

Though you weren’t sure exactly what the future would hold, you knew you were safe where you were now, with someone you cared for and who cared for you, and that was the only thing that mattered. That meant everything.

[constantfragmentation]

Your Regency!Silco its one of the best...I think about him twice a week

Would you make him a separate oneshot for him?

Thks for following

I've never been asked or requested to write anything before so I'm rather humbled and surprised.

First, thank you for the compliment. I love this Rochester Silco. He's a loving dad and a straight-up, conniving bastard. I've been having fun combining the Regency Era and Arcane. Hopefully, it all makes sense.

So, back to the request. What kind of oneshot are you looking for?Keep with the Bend character or just Silco in a Regency setting? I don't even know where to start.

[descendantofthesparrow]

His Queen - Walter Deville x reader - Oneshot request!

Anon request! 

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Walter sighed, rubbing his hands down his face; quite everyone had been getting on his nerves as of late, either by sheer incompetence, or unknowingly stepping into his bubble when he just wanted to go see his wife.

He just wanted to sit by the fire, reading a good book, with his beloved curled up next to him; humming a small tune as she read her book alongside him. but-alas-lord of the manor duty called.

“What do you mean-they escaped?” Walter hissed, feeling the vein in his forehead pulse as he stared down the small group of servants, most of which had been here for at least 10 years, though one was only nearing 3. “it’s-it’s as I said master Deville,” the tallest one said as politely as he could, eyes to the floor “they escaped through the servant's pathways, we think Lady Klopstock’s, erm, feeding upon the maids wrists helped her slip free of her bindings.” Walter groaned, this is why he had those neck cuffs, so problems like this didn’t come up.

“Well, she couldn’t have gotten far. Go find her. And make sure she's returned, or have fresh blood, before tomorrow night, you all as well should know that is Lady Deville’s night.” Walter hissed, feeling his fangs licking at his inner lip, his servants all nodding and rushing off as soon as he waved his hand; calling for his personal butler.

“I’ll be in my study for the rest of the night, I am not to be disturbed. I’ve had enough of” he waved his hand dismissively to the manor, meaning everyone inside it, including the butler “this, for a lifetime.”

With that, Walter turned on his heel and walked into his study, sighing as he locked the door behind him. he cracked his neck with a groan, opening his eyes to see someone who made his shoulders drop and his body relax.

You sat on his study couch, his favorite book resting on the other side with a small cup of his favorite tea, your favorite book in your hands as a blanket covering your legs. You looked up when he entered, a smile coming to your painted lips as he locked eyes with you.

“long day my love?” you asked, voice regal and wise beyond his years, reaching your hands out as he huffed and wandered over to you, taking off his button-up and flinging it towards his desk, allowing himself to melt into your embrace. “long month, everyone is stupid” Walter muttered into your chest, feeling all his stress flow away as your perfectly manicured nails massaged and scratched his scalp.

Gods he loved you.

“Everyone?” you teased, knowing how far he would go to make sure you know he never meant you. And he did, he sat up, looking right into your eyes with the most serious expression he could muster “not you, never you” Walter grumbled, immediately taking your face and peppering kisses along your face and jaw, smiling against your skin as you laughed, wrapping your arms around his torso. “you’re smarter than even the most celebrated alchemist, those mortals could never amount to you”

You laughed again, humming into the kiss he pressed to your lips, running your tongue along your fangs as Walter dipped down to kiss your neck and ears. “Good to know”.

All too soon, your peace was interrupted and Walter huffed, “I told him, no one is to disturb us” Walter nearly growled, pushing himself off you and practically stomping over to the door, unlocking and pulling open the door. “what?”

And there stood Viktoria, her eyes bored and green with Envy. “Viktoria” Walter sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose “what do you want? Im busy right now” Viktoria’s eyes flicked over to you and you smirked back, knowing just how much she envied you, and yet no matter how much she bitched or attempted to sway Walter away; you always came out on top.

Without even having to lift a finger, such came the perks of being Walter’s favorite, along with being the Vampire who gave him this very life. She whispered something to him, something you didn’t care to listen to, knowing it was a way to get him away from you disguised as a request for his company.

“I must decline Viktoria; I’ve had a long day and I have no energy to entertain for the night. Im sure Lucy would love to have dinner with you though” with that, he closed the door, huffing as Viktoria audibly growled in frustration and Jealously as Walter walked back over to you, taking the tea you had set out for him and beginning to drink, the stress from his shoulders beginning to melt away.

“I heard the maid set for me tomorrow got away” you murmured, shaking your head as Walter sighed, a slight panic in his eyes “as well as Viktoria feeding on her without permission, she’s been doing that as of late.” Walter sighed again, Viktoria time and time again, ever since she had been married to him, she had done whatever she pleased; even if it meant your displeasure, which included going after your meals when told not to.

The escaped maid had just been one of those recent defying acts. If she wanted to be among the top within the family, she needed to start acting like it instead of being a spoiled child. “I’ll talk with her” Walter groaned, taking his place beside you “she shouldn’t be so out of turn like that, especially against you.” You just hummed, Viktoria had never liked you, especially once she learned what you were.

You were even older than Walter, a powerful vampire empress who Walter had fallen hard for, and no other woman would take your place; something she strived to do, even if she was just pissing Walter off in the meantime.

“she has yet to realize she isn’t the only woman within that family, there are plenty of girls of age who are dying for a chance to be implemented into the family” you muttered, and Walter agreed with a hum, his hands mindlessly rubbing your legs. “any luck on the Alexander family”

“no dice” Walter said with a puff of his cheeks “only male heir’s, and I believe the babe Emmaline and that footman had together is barely into his 30’s now, and we have no info on him whatsoever.” you just hummed, Emmaline had been one of your favorites of the Alexander brides, she was a kind woman with strong morals; something you actually appreciated. You still had fond memories of your human life, and to see her humanity remain strong within her had been a kind reminder of it.

It had been a heartbreaking day when you and Walter had come across her beheaded body.

“Someone will come up soon, we just have to be patient” you hummed, reaching across the couch and taking Walter’s chin, encouraging him to smile with your own. “everything will work out my darling” Walter huffed, taking your hand and closing his eyes, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

“of course, of course.” He leaned forward, pecking your lips. “you always know what to say my love” you just laughed, your nose scrunching lightly as a slight flush covered your cheeks “and you know just how to make me blush amica mea” it was Walter’s turn to blush, chuckling at your sweet voice. He kissed you again then grabbed his book, settling into the couch beside you as he finally got to relax after a stressful month.

-

Walter huffed as he came to a slow stop, the prey he had been hunting limping away, blood leading him right to them. The maid that was meant to be your meal for today had completely evaded recapture, and so Walter had taken it upon himself to get shit done. Shit being; getting food for his queen.

“Walter?” he glanced to his side, seeing Lucy had joined him on this winter night, snow falling into her lashes “may I help you retrieve lady Deville’s meal for the night?” Walter smiled and nodded.

“of course, go cut him off at the tree line, I’ll keep at his back.” Lucy beamed, eager to help her husband hunt for the queen of the manor, and bolted off faster than Walter could blink. She was always eager to prove herself in your eyes, not knowing she had already done so by being as respectful and sweet as she was.

Soon enough, the prey was captured, barely struggling as Walter and Lucy dragged him back by his ankles, Lucy mentioning how she hoped you would be pleased with their offering. Walter just hummed, feeling a small flush to his cheeks as he and Lucy made their way into the manor and up the stairs toward your grand bedroom.

Shoving open the door and throwing the fresh catch to the floor, Lucy announced herself and Walter with a grand gesture to the man sobbing on the dark oak wood. “Lady Deville? We bring you fresh prey”

Walter felt his chest puff as you gave a satisfied hum and set down your glass of wine “how kind of you carissimi mei, now; let's take a look at him~” you stood and turned, closing your book as you did, smiling as you looked down upon your meal your beloved and his wife had captured just for you. “my my, you two did wonderfully.” Lucy grinned as Walter tucked his chin into his chest, while he was usually unafraid to show how your praise made him feel, being around a mortal and one of his wives made him a bit shy. “thank you my dears.” You stepped closer, taking Walter's chin and kissing his cheek, smiling at Lucy as she continued to beam. “I will eat well tonight, now” you took a few steps forward until you were standing over the man, eyes glowing within the dim light from your fireplace. “I’m starving~”

The man whimpered, closing his eyes as you grabbed his throat and bared your fangs, Lucy and Walter were unable to look away as you dove into his neck, his blood spilling to the floor and staining your skin. Walter licked his lips, feeling his body heat up as he watched you indulge yourself on the meal he and Lucy caught for you, remembering when he was still human and had been the one receiving your fangs, your arms cradling him as his hands wove tightly around your neck.

He shook his head to bring himself back to the present, clearing his throat to let Lucy know it was time to leave. She did so with a bow, hurrying off to her room to release some steam. He turned his attention back to you, lifting his head just so as you stood, wiping your mouth and chin clean with a napkin Walter handed you.

“Thank you amica mea, that was delicious. Be sure to order some of those pastries Lucy is so fond of, to thank her.” Walter nodded, mentally adding that to his to-do list as your hands curled up his arms, your eyes dark with want “now, I think I’ll have my other meal” Walter just smirked, closing his eyes as your blood-stained lips pressed against his, your hips pressing against his, rubbing up against his erection.

“my pretiosum” you purred, your clawed hands breaching the loose fabric of his button-up and feeling his heated skin “Already so ready for me? Deliciae~” Walter chuckled, pressing his body to yours, his hands drawing up your back. “For you? always” he whispered out, staring into your near-glowing eyes.

You hummed, kissing him again and pushing him back towards the bed, taking the lead as you always did.

-

Viktoria started with near disgusted eyes as she, Lucy, you, and Walter sat out on the patio, having their breakfast as Walter went over some paperwork. The two of you sat next to each other, Walter’s chair pointed towards yours as Lucy and Viktoria sat across, Lucy happily indulging in some of the pastries you had made sure Walter ordered While Viktoria miserably sipped at her mimosa.

She had been recently reprimanded for indulging herself in Lady Deville's assigned meal, doing so after being told that particular maid was to be yours. She of course had done it on purpose, both testing to see how far she could push the boundaries while hoping Walter would (somehow) be impressed with her boldness.

It hadn’t, it just made him angry, angry enough for him to threaten to break her off from the family and marry another Klopstock; since there was no short supply of them.

She would have to change her tactics, as her current ones were only damaging her chances of becoming the lady Deville. Her eyes narrowed behind her glass as Walter whispered something into your ear, a smile on his face as you laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he grabbed your hand and went back to his work.

Viktoria’s eye twitched as you looked up at her, a smug smirk on your face as your eyes flashed with victory.

‘mine’

-end-

this was fun, i love writing soft/simp Thomas characters, considering that's how i write them all the time XDXDXD but ye~ elder vamp queen reader and simp Walter~ hope yall liked~

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Hey I just finished reading your head canon of being Rocket's daughter (From Guardians of the Galaxy) I was wondering if you could do that but reader gets kidnapped! =]

Hiya! Thanks so much for your request, I am so so sorry it took so long for me to write it out!

Of course, I can do this! I LOVE this idea so much! Now since you didn't state the daughter's age, I'm just going to put her age at 11 years old, and of course, since this is a daughter reader, she will have she/her pronouns!

Hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it!

Thanks so much for your request br34ky0ursp1n3!

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Rocket didn’t know how it happened.

One moment Pete and he were blasting some thieves left and right on a planet that had a lush forest, protecting their ship from them, then all of a sudden, they heard a shrill yell from behind them.

And Rocket’s heart fell.

He whipped around to see two assholes grabbing his little girl, and yanking her by the arms toward their ship. The raccoon was soon reminded of when he first met the little girl, and how a similar asshole was holding her by the arm the same way.

“HEY! GET YOUR FLARKIN HANDS OFF OF MY KID!” Rocket yelled, completely irate at this point, shooting towards the pair, in retaliation, they held up (Y/N) in front of them, causing her to harshly gasp and hiccup, more tears running down her face.

Quill quickly put Rocket’s gun down, his blue eyes widening as he yelled; “Don’t shoot! You’ll hurt (Y/N)!”

“WELL, I GOTTA DO SOMETHING! THEY GOT (Y/N), QUILL!”

“I UNDERSTAND THAT BUT DON’T-”

They shut up to hear the thieves' ship engines starting up, both of their heads whipping to the side as Rocket saw them starting to close the large loading door, getting one last glance at his little girl’s face.

‘No… Not to her!’

“Follow me in the Milano!” The raccoon yelled behind him as he started to take off towards the nearest tree, placing his weapon on his back, confusing the male Terran.

“Wait, what?!”

“JUST DO IT!” Rocket growled, leaping forward and using his claws to grab the nearest branch, pieces of bark flying off of it as he climbed as fast as he could. Glancing towards the slowly rising ship when he could to make sure they haven’t taken off yet.

Once he was at the tallest branch, he took a deep breath, hyping himself up to do something that he thought was absolutely batshit crazy. But to guarantee (Y/N)’s safety, he would do anything. So, taking one more deep breath, running on all fours to get him more distance…

He jumped off the branch towards the ship’s wing.

He was soaring through the air, his arms reaching out for any solid ground.

And he made it, rolling on his side before being able to stabilize himself, he looked around and saw that the ship was getting higher and higher off the ground, causing slight panic and realization that he did not have a plan in place. But, he swallowed down those thoughts and looked around. That’s when he saw a small vent on the side of the ship, his ears perked up in thought as he crawled towards it. Seeing that it was screwed shut, he tugged on it to try and get the cover off, but when that did not work out, he growled and started to bash his body against it. And once his body collided with it the 5th time, it gave out and he tumbled inside of the ship with a yelp, landing on his side.

He groaned as he slowly rose up from the floor, looking around to see that he was in some kind of hallway of the ship, grabbing his gun from behind him, he loaded it, holding it at the ready as he slowly made his way through the eerily quiet hallway. Every time he turned a corner, he felt his heart stop with worry.

‘Come on… Come on, where are you kid…?’ He wondered in his mind, she was probably so scared, he promised that he would protect her, and he failed. He failed her… But he would not let them get away with it. They picked the wrong daughter to kidnap today.

His ear flicked behind him to hear voices coming from a nearby room, the door still cracked. He slowly walked towards the room, his footsteps almost completely silent. Brown-Amber eyes peered through the crack, but soon widened in shock,

(Y/N)... His little girl… Was tied up in a chair with a gun pointed underneath her chin by some scut stain of a person.

“How many units do you think we’ll get for her?” The man asked, turning towards what Rocket could only guess, was another scut stain.

“Mmm… She’s Terran, right?” The second man questioned, roughly grabbing the young girl's face, causing her to let out another yelp and sob. He ignored her and turned her head from side to side. “Probably a few… Could sell her to slavery and get a good price for her.”

Rocket looked around, trying to find any way to lead them out of the room, and that’s when he saw it.

A power supply box on a nearby wall.

As soon as he saw it, he smirked at it.

The two scut stains continued to talk about their plan to sell (Y/N), when suddenly the lights went out, causing them to look up. “What the flark…?”

They walked towards the door to leave, but as soon as they opened it, one of them was quickly met with something pouncing on him and clawing his face out. He yelled and tried to get the thing off, but was soon met with a punch to the face, knocking him out.

The thing then pounced on the next man, grabbing his hair and beating his forehead into the wall, causing him to lose consciousness as well. (Y/N)’s breath was quick and uneven, basically sobbing out pleases and begging for the person to not hurt her. She shut her eyes tightly, her body shaking, but as soon as she felt a gentle paw on her face, her eyes shot open, and a relieved sob left her mouth as she sputtered out; “R-Rocket?”

“Hey, kiddo. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m here… I’m right here.” He hushed his sobbing little girl as he cut her bonds free, once those were tossed away, he quickly pulled her in a hug, continuing to hush her cries before pulling away, rubbing the stray tears away. “Listen to me, I have a plan, but we gotta leave now, alright?”

“O-okay…”

“You cannot leave my side and you have to keep up, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, and with that, he held her hand and started to guide her way through the darkness, using his night vision and his ears to help guide them toward the loading dock. Once he found it, he used the button next to the door to open it, a huge gush of wind filling the ship, the pair covering their faces as they were met with the bright light of the sun. Putting down his hand, he saw Peter right beside them in their own ship just like he hoped he was. The door was opened to show Quill and Gamora right there, waiting for them and yelling their names.

“Alright… We’re gonna have to jump.” Rocket said, nodding while looking at the other ship, missing (Y/N) looking at him with wide eyes. “J-JUMP?!”

“You got any other options?!” He questioned harshly, but soon calmed down once he saw her face, remember that this has never happened before… And she’s just very scared. So, taking a deep breath, he held her hand and gave her a reassuring look.

“Listen, I know you’re scared… But you gotta trust me here… Okay? I wish there was another way, but there isn’t.”

They soon heard yelling voices behind them, causing their heads to whip around behind them. (Y/N) look at Rocket, fear in her eyes before quickly swallowing her nerves down. “Together?”

“Together.” He agreed.

They both took a couple of steps back.

“One…” Rocket counted.

They heard the yelling getting louder behind them.

“T-Two…” The little girl stuttered.

Peter and Gamora raised their arms out as far as they could.

“THREE!”

The two of them ran out and jumped at the same time. It felt like time slowed down as they flew into the air, (Y/N)’s eyes screwed shut as she hoped and prayed that they would make it.

And they did.

(Y/N) landed in Gamora’s arms, causing the woman to stumble a little, while Peter caught Rocket, causing him to stumble onto his back. Mantis quickly shut the doors before rushing towards the group. “Are you two alright?!”

“Y-Yeah…” Rocket groaned, slightly pushing up from Peter’s chest to look at (Y/N), who was still shaking, but overall, she was alright, so she nodded back at Mantis. After she locked eyes with Rocket once more, she spent no time crawling towards him and hugging him once more, crying into his fur, causing him to hush her. “It’s alright… It’s alright.”

“I got you kid… And I ain’t ever lettin’ you go…”