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You’re pulled from your dreams by humming and quiet clattering behind you. Sitting up you groggily rub the gunk from your eyes and yawn, arms stretching high above you, fully regretting your choice to sleep on the floor. “Well hello there sleepyhead!” You turn to see Jack rummaging around on your bed, picking up random things you had in your backpack “There’s breakfast on the counter for you princess.” He motions towards the kitchenette where a spread of food catches your attention. Your stomach growls harshly, reminding you of just how long it had been since you ate. Trudging over to a chair, dragging the blanket with you, you pile a bit of everything on your plate, fork in hand you happily munch on new and familiar foods. Pancakes, yes, weird shiny fruit, no, red squishy thing, yes, blue hard thing, no. You rank each item in your head as you slowly try bites here and there, every once in awhile glancing over at Jack who was now sprawled out on your bed flicking through a book you had stuffed in your bag months ago and forgotten about “It’s a smutty book.” You say through a mouthful of something similar to a biscuit, Jack looks over at you, an eyebrow raised so high it almost touches his hairline “Why read it when you can just go out and get it.” he groans and tosses the book down. Pink slowly creeps up your neck and cheeks so you duck your head down and focus on the food. Jack lets out a soft “Oh?” and you feel his hand gliding through your hair “I know that flustered look,” he smirks, pearly white teeth distracting you momentarily “Somebody hasn’t gotten laid in awhile~” his voice pitches up, practically singing his mockery. You shrink into your blanket, food now ignored as your face heats up even more, Jacks giggling cuts off “Wait a minute.” he grabs your face and forces you to face him, your eyes looking everywhere but his “Look at me babydoll.” you swallow, the last of your food almost getting caught as you finally make eye contact. His eyes slowly scan your face, your shaking hands, your leg bouncing nervously “You’re a virgin!” he gasps “Virginity is a social construct, it doesn’t exist.” you roll your eyes, trying to mask your nervousness “ Mmhmm, whatever, I’m just saying,” he leans in closer “Nobody’s ever dipped inside your honey pot.” whatever amount of nervousness disappears and you fake gag “Never say that again.” you pull away, gathering your blanket dramatically “Absolutely disgusting way to say that.” you huff, shoving your pile of stuff to the side so you could sit on the bed “Alright, I’ll rephrase,” he holds up his hands in surrender “Nobodies ever fucked your pus-” he’s cut off as a pillow sails through the air, hitting him square in the face.
You freeze, momentarily forgetting that he was in fact, Handsome Jack, the murderous, serious anger issues and easily pissed off, Handsome Jack. Fear contorts your face and you shift backwards, poised to run. Jack stares at the pillow on the ground “Did you just throw a pillow at me?” he finally looks back at you, taking in your position, like a terrified gazel being spotted by a lion, you dart away, blanket dropping behind you as you shove the door open and book it down the hallway, not even risking facing his wrath. Your heart pounds as you slip on the smooth floors, socks barely giving you traction as you dip around a corner and see an open office, the lights off you can only hope there’s nobody inside as you slide in the room looking for somewhere to hide as angry footsteps come closer. You squeeze yourself inside an empty cabinet, the smell of must papers filling your nose as you pull the door shut.
You swear he can hear your heavy breathing so you clamp your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to not cry. Heavy footsteps trail into the room and you shake, so afraid of the outcome of your stupid lack of impulse control. Hinges creak but you refuse to open your eyes, hoping and praying to every deity you could think of that it wasn’t your cabinet that he opened. A soft sigh, followed by shifting, a shoe squeaks against the floor “You can come out little one.” you whimper, eyes finally opening and seeing a frowning Jack bent down in front of you, shaking, glossy eyed and trembling lips, you crawl out from your hiding spot, keeping your eyes on the ground, not wanting to face the end of your very short life.
A hand slowly comes into view “As much as I’d like to have you on your knees for me, this isn’t what I’d be into pumpkin.” His voice is surprisingly soft and you hesitantly look up at him. Though a frown tugs his eyebrow down in and intimidating expression, there's a flash of kindness in his eyes. You look down at his waiting hand and back up to his face two more times before finally grasping it so he can pull you up.
Oh god. Your head is swimming, trying desperately to peel your eyes open. Please shut up. Though the chatter around you was muffled, like you were underwater, it was still too loud. Your stomach churns violently, that’s enough to have your eyes flying open and flinging yourself over the edge of the bed to unleash all the contents of your stomach onto the floor. You cough, throat burning, tears pooling in your eyes as you continue to dry heave, nothing left to bring up. A gentle hand pulls you backwards and you slump against the pillows. A kind looking doctor dabs the tears from your cheeks and begins adjusting the blankets over you “Damn kid, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone spew that much, and I once saw a psycho being swung around in circles by his feet, puking the whole way ‘round.” The doctor snorts a little before nudging a cup towards you “Better swish your mouth kid.” you grab the cup, hands shaking slightly, you swish before quickly gulping down the water, very aware of how dry your mouth is “Am I…” you look around “in my world?” you couldn’t think of a way to phrase that without sounding insane, just in case you did just have a weird ass dream. He shakes his head “Sorry, can’t say you are, Lilith filled me in on what happened. They all want you in the meeting room once you’re feeling better, I think they’re hopin’ you can give them some help with their plans.” you shake your head “No,” your voice cracks and you wince “I can’t, I don’t support what they do in the games, I don’t support anything anyone does,” you pause “So much violence for what they believe is right, so many innocent lives…” even though for you it was just a video game, you still felt your heart tug whenever you had to watch a scene play out in a way you didn't like. The doctor raises a bushy eyebrow “I’d keep that to yourself kid, wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea.” his eyes darted to the door “But they won’t let you leave, with the information you have…” he trails off but you understand “Comply or die, right?” he snorts again “You got that right.” the doctor slips a hand under your arm as you struggle to sit up “Let’s get this over with.” He gives a quick nod and you both make your way painfully slow towards the meeting room.
You pause halfway there, unsure of why you’re so out of breath, huffing, you lean forward, trying to suck in more air “I have a theory,” you motion for the doctor to keep talk while you start to recover “if you’re from a different universe, then more than likely your air is different from ours, might take a bit to adapt.” you pull yourself upright “It feels like I’m breathing in pudding.” you groan out “Poo-ding?” it's your turn to snort “No, PUH-ding, like, chocolate or vanilla goop, there’s other flavors too but most of them are gross.” the doctor just looks even more confused “It's like… a dessert?” his eyes light up “Sweets! I love that stuff, think you could make it for me?” you two begin walking again and you shrug “Maybe, I was a cook in my world, might be able to whip up something similar.” he grins “A cook! How exciting, who do you cook for?” you smile “I worked in a hospital, we had a huge team, sometimes I’d help prep, maybe help in the back with the dishwashers,” your smile drops “I was supposed to be heading to work when I came here.” your chest hurts “What if I never see my coworkers again…” the thought brings tears to your eyes again “You like your team?” you nod “I loved them, they were like family honestly, they took care of me, reminded me to eat, take breaks, drink water.” you and the doctor near the large room where you can see a few figures around a table “What about your actual family?” he asks softly, you grind your teeth and blink away the tears “Fuckin losers, the lot of ‘em,” you pause “Except my grandparents.” your voice softens at the thought of them “They passed away a few years ago though.” the doctor pats your arm “I’m sorry kid, I don’t know why you were sucked into our world but I sure do like you so far.” he smiles as he leads you to a chair across from Tannis “Well, here’s the kid, be nice to ‘em.” he locks eyes with Lilith and she glowers back.
It takes a solid hour of screaming back and forth between you and Lilith for someone to finally intervene “Shut up you absolute children!” Tannis screeches over you and the red head, you both fall silent “Lilith, this isn’t working. Nothing is being solved and they obviously don’t want to help us.” Tannis sticks up her nose “Some people just don’t want to save lives I supposed.” you snarl, standing up and slamming your hands down on the table, rattling the coffee cups next to you “I am saving lives, Lives you all took! For your own selfish fucking reasons!” you snap, Tannis and Lilith both boiling with rage while Roland and Brick both looked on with disapproval.
“Then you give us no choice.” Lilith's voice is harsh.
Before you can blink your arms are pinned behind you and you’re being dragged, kicking and screaming, down a hallway. Your head slams against the wall as Lilith tosses you inside a cell, a thick door sliding shut after you “If you won’t give us the information willingly then we’ll take it by force.” She stares at you through the slit in the door “And you wonder why I won’t help you Crimson Scumbags!” you shout as she turns to leave.
You aren’t sure how long you’re in the cell, whenever you’re dragged out you can never see a window. The only other place you’ve been to was a grimey and dark room, tied to the chair and beaten black and blue. When whoever tortured you couldn’t get information, your limp body would be hauled back to the cell.
Your stomach ached, mouth dry, ribs on fire, skin crusted in blood. You never liked Liliths character and this whole situation was proving you right. Lost in your thoughts of the not so fictional game you almost didn’t feel the room around you begin to shake. You drag yourself upright, pain spiking but confusion and curiosity winning out. Screaming echos from somewhere in the building, gunshots echoing soon after. Crawling to the door you bang against it, not entirely sure if you were hoping to be saved or just put out of your misery by the intruders. Your fists thump weakly against the thick door before you slide back down to the ground, your entire stomach and chest burning from exerting yourself.
A door slams open, followed by several sets of footsteps. You hit the ground hard as the door you were leaning against slides open. You groan and whimper, more pain ricocheting down your spine as you blink up at a grinning face “Hey there babydoll, it’s your knight in shining mask! Handsome Jack!” He motions for the guards behind him to haul you up and you gasp in pain “Fucking shit!” you yelp “Hey now, language! A pretty mouth like yours shouldn’t be used for something so dirty.” he winks at you “Is this yours kiddo? Found it on a table back there.” he hold up your backpack and you weakly nod “Great! Lets get going!” Jack starts walking with an exaggerated marching movement “We got real lucky that the Crimson Asshats aren’t here,” he shoots a wink back at you “I wouldn’t really call it luck, just having spies on the inside.” he wiggles his fingers in your face.
The two guards holding you up follow behind a chattering Jack, their quick pace leading you all back to a large ship parked haphazardly in front of the building you were being held in. Bright yellow stripes decorate the sides, marking it as Hyperion property, blindingly obvious. As soon as the guards drop you onto a chair Jack is twirling around and slamming a red syringe into your thigh. A sharp burning pain from where the needle hits, followed by sweet sweet relief. You let out a loud sigh, finally feeling better after God knows how long, your body relaxing into the plush seat under you “Thank you.” you say up at Jack who stood over you as your body mended.
He looks slightly taken aback before regaining composure “Of course dollface, I can’t have my secret weapon dying on me.” you groan “Don’t tell me,” He cuts you off “Yup! I know all about your alternate universe and you knowing allllllllll about whats gonna happen here.” He grins, plopping down in a chair as the ship lifts off. “You gonna beat the shit outta me too then?” you lean your head back against the cushy headrest and close your eyes “Not if you listen like a good little pet.” his voice is soft, but firm, an edge to it. You just nod “I know, I know, Blood, guts and glory, ‘I’ll shoot anyone that disrespects me, The Handsomest Jack’.” you lower your voice at the end, putting on an overly annoying male voice. To your surprise Jack bursts out laughing, you open one eye, watching as he bends over grabbing his knee and chest while his entire body shakes in laughter. A grin tugs at your lips “Glad to know you agree that I’m the best looking Jack.” he says after he trails off into giggles “You certainly like your ego stroked pretty boy.” you say through a smile and he wiggles his eyebrows at you “That’s not the only thing I like stroked sweetcheeks.” he raises his hand in a fist and makes a lewd motion, causing you to be the one to hunch over laughing.
Losing your shit over the Handsome Jack miming a handy-j was not what you expected when you picked up your controller that day. After a few moments of silence, with your eyes closed and head snuggly pressed into the cushion behind you, Jack clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him “So, my source tells me you never told any of the Crimson Raiders anything, you just took the beatings and stayed quiet.” you nod and scratch your head, unsure of where this conversation was going “Why?” he asks “Why what?” you reply, tilting your head “Why didn’t you tell them something.” you shrug and pick at your nails, dirt and blood flaking away “Lots of reasons, I didn’t like Lilith when I played the games, I didn’t like what the Crimson Raiders did, how many people they killed in the name of their mission,” Jack watches you “Yeah sure you killed a shit ton of people, I don’t think there’s a single character that didn’t kill someone, but still,” you frown “I think that you do what you do because you want to be a hero, you want to save people, while Lilith does what she does because she thinks shes better than other people. Her character is pretty well liked, but something about her just rubbed me the wrong way.” your eyes light up after a short moment “But Maya! Oh dear god, now that is a gorgeous siren.” you grin “She’s so pretty, I swear I’d be a total fankid for her.” Jack chuckles “Didn’t know you swung that way baby.” you snort and shake your head “You’ve got that wrong, I swing all the ways, If they’ve got a pulse and can consent I’ll probably find them attractive.” Jack surprises you by slapping your back “Hell yeah! That’s more like it!”.
You two chit chat on and off for the next hour, your conversation dying off as the ship nears the Hyperion base. You shoot upright, almost skidding across the ship as you dash to the window, face pressed against the glass as you stare in awe at the massive building “Pretty impressive huh?” You whip around to face Jack, completely starry eyed “It’s so cool, Can I explore? I won’t go far I promise, I didn’t get to see much in the game, please please please?” You clasp your hands together as you plead “Oh, I like the sound of you begging hot stuff.” his hand cups your chin, tilting your head back to gaze down at you. Your cheeks turn embarrassingly red, the slight fascination you had towards the character transferring to the man in front of you “I suppose I could give you a tour if you give me something in return.” You nod, slightly dazed by your proximity to Jack. He slings his arm around your shoulders and leads you off the now parked ship “First of all, what’s Liliths next move?” you hum quietly, trying to remember the plot of your game “You’re not gonna like it, so I’ll keep it short. From what I remember Lilith and her little crew use your daughter, they end up killing her, you end up killing Roland and taking Lilith to be a battery for your vault key, some other shit happens and then they kill you.” You glance up at the man next to you “That’s the just of it.” his grip tightens “Kill me? They can’t kill me, I’m the goddamn hero!” you shrug “That’s how the game goes. Not that I liked it but I can’t change the plot.” he shakes his head “Maybe not in your world, but here? I’m in charge. I make the rules.” you always held a soft spot for Handsome Jack for some strange reason, before you can process what you’re about to say, the words just tumble out “The game wasn’t fair, everything was in the Crimson Raiders favor and you didn’t actually have a shot of winning, I don’t agree with most of the shit you did in the game but I do think your character, you, deserved better.” Jack's grip loosens, the two of you walking in silence.
He slows his pace “I'll have you set up with a room near mine, I’ll also have some clean clothes and whatever else you need sent there. I’ll give you a tour tomorrow when you’ve rested.” He looks so drained all of the sudden, like the entire weight of the world was dropped on his back. “Thank you, I’ll answer any questions you have if I can, if it helps in any way I’ll do it.” he nods, no smartass retort. Jack silently taps on his echo device “Someone will escort you to your room, your bag is already there for you.” he pauses before placing his hand on your shoulder “Don’t make me regret this kindness honeybunches.” While the tone is teasing, he still has that usual edge of threat underneath.
You watch the sunset through the window across from your bed. You had spent quite a while just fluttering around the large room, opening random cabinets, poking at furniture and finally unpacking your backpack to see what all you had left inside. The contents dumped carelessly around you, forgotten as you watched the sky darken and fill with stars. Unable to fully process the beauty you drag your comforter to the floor and you wrap it around you as you settle down closer to the window. Your neck hurt from having your head tilted back to stare up at the sky, you felt so lost, not a single constellation standing out from your universe, but somewhere deep inside you also felt so at home, the light pollution from your city never gave way for this many stars. Swaddled in a ridiculously warm blanket and luxury soft pajamas, provided for you by Jack of course, you slowly start to doze off, still curled up on the floor by the window.
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1748 - Klaus
Vapid, Shallow, Vile, Beastly creatures. Swirling colors, heavy makeup, air thick with perfume. His eyes scan over the women gossiping in corners, not so subtly pointing out people and tittering behind their fans. He fidgets, adjusting the porcelain mask on his face, annoyed by the weight, just wanting to go home. Sipping from a sparkling glass he continues watching the mundane things humans fixate themselves on. “Nay! I jest, thou are truly a scoundrel!” The man's attention shifts to a group of younger men, too rowdy and crass for his liking. “Her bosom doth remind me of the finest cream.” they chortle and the man sighs, feeling sorry for the woman that caught their loathsome, so-called affections. He continues sipping the champagne, wishing it would render him completely fuddled, but sadly he wouldn’t feel the bliss of drunkenness anytime soon.
Again, the crude group pulls him back to their conversation, “I have heard that the maiden has never been touched.” one of the men shrugs, his disgustingly oversized cravat shifts out of his shirt “As all good gentlewomen should be, untainted, pure.” The original man, wearing a deep blue jacket, shakes his head, “Nay Edwards, I heard the mardle, they say she has never been touched in any sense of the word, Clean in name and body.” the group erupts in laughter, the man with the messy cravat, Edward, doubles over, practically wheezing before shifting upright “Thou be an absolute shifter Robert!” he claps his hand on the man's shoulder “You’d have to be dizzy to believe such nonsense spewed from the mouths of these harlots.” another man chimes in “Ay! In mine own home I heard my sisters speak to my mother about the woman,” he fidgets under the scrutiny of the group “They say the maidens father doth not allow his daughter's skin to touch the air, never having been kissed by the sun.” This has the masked man fully turning his head toward the group. Another like us? His siblings will want to hear about the information he had stolen from these calf lollies.
He slips away, leaving the men to their speculations. Slipping through the crowd he spots one of his kin “Brother,” the shorter man tilts his head to glance at the masked man “Ay? What doth thou want, here to spoil my practices?” a sigh comes from behind the mask “I have heard that there may be another of us here, one that cannot walk where we do.” The shorter male taps his finger against the table “I’ll pass the information on to our siblings if I see them, but for now, I believe I have found someone to dine with tonight, go on your way Niklaus.”
Frustrated, the man stalks outside, needing to get away from the noise, the smells, everyone of his senses being assaulted. Breathing deeply, cherishing the soft scent of freshly blooming rose buds, he feels himself calming. His feet carry him swiftly down the steps, further away from the crowd. Following a small stone path it leads him to a thick hedge maze, roses, foxglove and lavender decorating the grass. He walks deeper, trailing his fingers through the foliage, a scent filtering through the leaves, ever so faintly. As he continues through the maze the aroma gets stronger, a sharp scent of vanilla and cloves. How wonderful. Niklaus smiles, following it, like a child after candy. He breaks through the last turn, his gaze sweeping across a large circular enclosure in what he presumed to be the center of the maze.
A fountain bubbles quietly and a few chairs and benches dot around the spacious area. Humming can be heard from the other side of the stone water fountain, curiosity pulls him towards the noise, seeing a small frame of a woman come into view. She sways back and forth, trance-like in her musical state. Soft blue fabric cascades down her waist in ruffles and waves, pooling around her feet, delicate strips of lace wrap around her sleeves and collar, pearls studded along the bodice and a sheer veil pulled over her head drapes down the woman's back. Her noises stop, body slowly turning towards the man “Hello.”. Good lord, her voice, like an angel's kiss, a morning doves song, a ray of sunshine. Klaus tips his head at her, taking a few steps closer “Are you here for my party?” she asks, her head tilting back to look up at the stars “I was not aware it was your party.” he circles the woman “Nobody does,” she spins slowly holding her dress up to not step on it “Papa lets me pick everything out,” she closes her eyes and smiles “I am not allowed to attend though.” Klaus raises his eyebrow “How peculiar.” she doesn’t respond and continues spinning quietly “I wish to dance with them one day. I wear my prettiest dresses each time.” she raises her arms as if to grasp an invisible person and begins to waltz by herself “Why doth thou father not permit you to attend?” Klaus asks, intrigued by the woman “He says it is too dangerous for me,” she pauses her movements and faces him “I have a sickness,” she holds her hands up and Klaus watches the tremors run up and down her arms, her fingers twitching “I am weakened, many physics have seen me, none with answers.” her shoulders droop, the gentle shaking takes over her body and she lowers herself to the ground. Klaus takes a seat on the bench beside her “If it is of any consolation, you look exquisite.” she gives him a bright smile “I believe so too! This is my favorite gown, the fabric,” she sighs as she trails her fingers along the lines of her dress “Papa said that it is from Vienna.”.
They sit in silence for a beat, Klaus just watching the strange woman and her odd mannerisms. She really did seem to be in a completely different world. “Are you the one everyone speaks of? The one that does not touch the sun?” he breaks the quiet, making her jump as if she had forgotten his presence “Most likely,” her head moves in the direction of the ball “they like to talk about me, sometimes I hear them from my room, the maids will also tell me the things they hear.” she looks slightly dazed “Some truth in their rumors, my skin,” she swallows “It burns in the sunlight, painful, like knives.” she whimpers as she rubs her arms “Poor child, a fate of pain and suffering.” Klaus doesn’t understand why his heart clenches for this sad thing. Her face changes and she stands “I must go, Papa is looking for me.” she’s gone before he can even ask her name, leaving behind her sweet scent.
Contains- jealous sex, angry sex , in wolf form spanking , hair pulling, choking, bj .
Spanking and bj in human his human form.
Not comfortable,do not do it .
No pressure
NSFW
//as I said in my pinned requesting post, I don’t do any human x creature smut content unless there is a way to consent or communicate. Since Klaus does fully turn into a wolf in the series it's not possible for him to do either so I did the best I could, I hope you like it! :).//
Gender not specified, written as neutral as I could
“Oh my GOD!” you shout, slamming the door open “I can’t keep doing this with you!” your boyfriend glares at the back of your head “Do what darling?” he replies angrily “Allow men to fawn over you in front of me?” you bang your forehead against the wall, trying to keep your calm “He literally just said he liked my nail polish.” you turn to face him “Klaus, you wig out anytime anyone even breathes the same air as me, It’s not healthy.” his jaw tightens and he refuses to make eye contact “Nobody else deserves to look at you let alone speak to you.” your eyes roll back so hard you swear you pull a muscle “I appreciate how much you love me, I really do,” you cup his face and he practically melts into you “But you have to admit, almost stabbing someone with a fork because they liked my nails is a bit too much.” he growls, his hands sliding around your waist “Nothing is too much, You’re mine.” his eyes darken and your breath hitches “Klaus, you can’t just fuck me until I’m not upset.” he smirks “Want to bet, love?”
You blink and your back is pressed to the wall, his lips pressing against every exposed bit of skin he could find. Your back arches as he fists your hair, pulling your head to the side, hardly biting and sucking on your throat, leaving purple and red marks behind “I’ll cover you in marks if I have to, make sure everyone can see who you belong to.” you whimper, nodding “So obedient all the sudden.” Klaus whispers teasingly “I will claim you on every surface in the house until the only thought you have is of me.”. Everything is a blur of lust, your legs wrapped around his waist, one of his hands tightly gripping your throat the other wrapped around your thigh, keeping you firmly in place as he grinds against you.
You yank your shirt over your head, desperate for your boyfriend to mark more of your skin. He doesn’t even bother to unbutton your pants, just ripping them in half, leaving a pile of shredded clothing at your feet. He thumbs open his own button, the zipper sliding down on its own from the presser of his hardened cock behind it “Please,” you beg, rutting your hips against him “Want you inside.” you can barely choke out a full sentence, your head swimming with need. He obliges, his tip brushing against you teasingly “Who do you belong to love?” he growls into your ear “You, Klaus, Only you.” he slams into you, bottoming out in the first thrust, the delicious slice of pain making your back arch. He changes positions, now having you pressed under him on the floor, his hips snapping into yours.
Klaus relishes in the pretty little noises he pulls from you, but he wants more. Again, he shifts your body, moving you to your knees, your ass pressed against his hips “Look at that, so beautiful.” his hand comes down on your cheek sharply, feelinging you tighten around him as you yelp, a red handprint already blossoming on your skin.
He pulls you up, back to his chest, hand clamped firmly around your throat, fucking into you with all the pent up frustration from earlier “Yes! Don’t stop!” another slap against your ass sends you reeling, your nails digging into his thigh “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” you whine at his words, knowing he’ll string you along until you could barely hold on. His hands continue their abuse on your cheeks and throat, surely leaving handprints on both. Klaus continues his bruising pace, your stomach clenching “Please…” you sound downright pathetic “Taking me so well, absolutely perfect,” he nips at your earlobe and you jerk slightly, your legs shaking violently “Cum for me.” you do, going completely limp in his arms as he slowly pulls out “Tsk, not tapping out already are we?” you shake your head, weakly shifting to face him, he grips your jaw “Open.” your lips part and he grins. Klaus takes a handful of your hair and leads you to his cock, your tongue tracing the soft veins.
His grip tightens and he slides into your mouth, watching as your eyes water “You look so beautiful choking on me.” His voice is soft as he swipes his thumb across your cheek, the moment of sweetness quickly passes as he grinds into your mouth, tipping his head back in pleasure. Your scalp stings as he assaults your throat, cheeks flushed with arousal as you look up at your lover, his eyebrows furrowed and his lip taken between his teeth. His hips stutter and his hands yank harder on your hair as his seed fills your mouth. You pull away, both of you panting. “I love you.” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead. He combs through your hair, undoing any tangles he caused before picking you up and carrying you towards your shared bedroom.
You rush through the precinct, dropping off paperwork and folders at different desks, trying to memorize names, faces, schedules, and a million other things. You hadn’t expected your first day to be quite so chaotic, but being thrown into your new job in the middle of a huge case seemed to cause everyone to be tense and snippy with you. Even the woman who was supposed to be training you barely gave you directions before shooing you out the door with a teetering pile of papers in your arms.
It took a solid hour to get through the stack, being met with glares and groans, each officer annoyed by your presence. You finally slipped away to the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet lid and taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself. You stand, brush off your dress and give yourself a pep-talk in the mirror “You’ve got this Y/N, only five more hours and you can go home.” you nod at your reflection and step back outside into the increasingly loud building. Ms. Kringle snaps at you, somehow already knowing where you were. “Hurry up, there’s more to be done.” She pushes a cart full of even more paperwork towards you “All of these need to be sorted through and double checked, if you find mis-spellings, incorrect information or anything else, mark it and return it to the person that filled it out. Got it?” she doesn’t wait for a response before turning and walking back to her office, heels clicking briskly out of site. You push the cart towards your desk, something that someone had pulled out of storage just for you, and shoved in the only empty space, a dark corner far away from the rest of the employees.
Sighing you take a stack of papers and place them on the wobbly desk and seating yourself in front of it. You work quickly and quietly, nobody bothering you or even noticing you as you flip through page after page, endlessly marking mistakes, you pinch the bridge of your nose, huffing and muttering to yourself about ‘How stupid can some people be?’ a soft laugh brings your attention to a tall man in front of you, pink coloring your cheeks “I’d say incredibly stupid. It’s hard to find an intelligent being here.” he pushes his glasses up before offering you his hand “Edward Nygma, forensic science technician.” you grasp it gently, surprised by how soft his hands are “Y/N, I’m just here to sort paperwork.” you pull away quickly, a bit embarrassed about your lack of credentials, Edward shrugs “I’ve been watching you, you’re faster than most,” he motions at the half empty cart “Competent too.” you struggle to make eye contact, suddenly very flustered by the compliment “Watching me?” he gasps “Oh no, not in a creepy way, just a curiosity fueled viewing.” he takes a step back “I apologize if I made you uncomf-” he’s cut of by Ms. Kringle slamming more paperwork on your desk “Miss Y/N, you don’t have time to be chatting. Make yourself useful and do your job.” she glances at Edward before turning and walking away yet again. You duck your head “It was nice talking to you Ed.” you smile shyly at him and he grins back at you “You as well Y/N.” he disappears around the corner and you continue your work.
You hadn’t moved from you spot by the time Edward comes by again, setting a cup of tea in front of you “The coffee here tastes bad, I brought you some tea,” he sets a bagel down next to it “I also noticed you haven’t eaten yet so I got you some food.” you’re sure that every time you speak to him your cheeks will be pink “Thank you so much Ed. I didn’t even realize how late it was.” you check your watch, seeing that you only had a half hour to finish your work. He nods quickly, seeming nervous “Would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?” he asks quickly, his hands behind his back, clasped tightly together. You blink up at him in surprise “Of course! I’d love to!” his face splits into a grin “Fantastic, what’s a friendly fruit that likes to meet people?” he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets, you take a moment to think, staring up at the ceiling before replying “A date?” Edwards smile widens even further “Indeed, a date.” you press your palm to your mouth realizing what he insinuated “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” you whisper.
anti-crimson raiders and some lilith hatred from reader/jack
GN/slightly fem reader
Soft boi Jack
1 - Shocking beginnings
You blink at the screen, eyes occasionally flicking to the clock in the corner waiting for your alarm to signal that it’s time to head to work. Your backpack strap digs into your shoulder as you aggressively smash buttons on your controller, you groan as a psycho runs over your character and you re-spawn “Fucks sake.” you mumble through a mouthful of poptart, half of it hanging out of your mouth, practically forgotten as you try and speed through another side mission, desperately trying to level up. Something appears on your mini-map, a bright neon green tower of some sort. Your character turns towards it, your curiosity piqued as you’ve run all over this map and have never seen that beacon before.
A giant electrical tower slowly comes into view and your confusion grows, a large blinking light at the top practically summons you to park at the base, “Hmm.” another quiet murmur around the poptart as you lead your character around the tower, searching for a mission board or something. Finally you see a large button, a small smile tugs at your lips as you read the goofy graffiti sign above the button ‘Press button for a good time.’ with a flashing image of Handsome Jack winking, you shrug and guide your character to press it. You wait, nothing happens, disappointed you turn to leave, A quick zap brings your attention down to your now violently vibrating controller, before you can even think about dropping the sparking and shaking controller your vision goes black.
You blink, everything appearing slightly hazy and blindingly bright, groaning you sit up, the poptart now laying on the ground next to you. A pair of shoes walk into your line of vision “what the fuck…” your eyes follow long legs, to a toned stomach and up to a very angry red head “whatthefuck what the fuck whatthefuck whatthe fuck.” you scramble backwards, your head swinging around trying to drink in your surroundings as quickly as possible. The very distinct art style, characters standing in front of you and the large windows showing a terrifying view of space takes a few moments to click.
When the puzzle pieces finally start fitting together you try your hardest to focus on the red head that was pacing back and forth talking to another woman with short black hair “L-Lilith?” she turns to stare at you, her eyes narrowing “How do you know my name, Who sent you?” a gun appears in her hand and is suddenly pressed against your skull “Oh god.” you can legitimately feel your bladder clench and it takes every muscle in your body to not piss yourself right there on the floor “Video game.” you choke out, eyes tightly shut. You feel the gun slowly pull away and you peek an eye open “What?” she asks, now looking confused “You’re a video game?” you repeat, questioning what you just said “What did you say?” the gun is pointed at you again and you whimper “Wait! Wait, I can explain!” you scramble to unzip your backpack, fumbling to pull out your phone and unlock it, finally holding it up, hands shaking, so Lilith can see the screen recording of your last playthrough.
She stares at it, slowly turning towards Tannis, seeing that she’s also watching the device in your hands, Lilith's focus turns back to you “You guys are a video game…” you hesitate, your mouth suddenly very dry “In my universe?” you manage to squeak out. Roland moves forward, crouching in front of you “Are you telling us that you are from another universe?” you nod rapidly, hoping the group believes you. There's a long pause of silence “Prove it.” You turn to Lilith “How?” you choke out, barely able to remember your characters name, let alone enough facts about the game to help yourself out. You watch as Lilith shifts, tapping her chin with a long finger “What’s something only someone who supposedly ‘played our game’ would know…” She trails off, looking at Tannis “Uhhh, Your name is Lilith, you’re a siren, So is Tannis,” you point at her “Well, maybe not yet, I’m not actually sure where we are in the storyline, but I’m guessing it's Borderlands 2 since Roland is still alive.” You ramble, desperate to not deepthroat a bullet from Lilith. You slap your hand over your mouth, realizing what you said “Still alive?” Roland asks, your eyes flicker between each person before slowly nodding “You die in the second game…” it’s so quiet you can hear the blood rushing in your head.
Roland shifts off his knee and onto the ground, sitting across from you “How does it happen.” he asks quietly, making very intense eye contact. This was not a situation you had even considered to plan for, how could you, you got fucking electrocuted and ended up in a video game. “Jack, Handsome Jack.” you gulp “But honestly that whole situation was really messed up because you guys killed Jack's daughter so it makes sense that he would retaliate.” you fidget as their harsh stares burn into your skin “Jack has a kid?” you nod again, feeling a bit light headed from the extreme rush of emotions in the past few moments “Yeah, Angel, She tries to help you guys out,” you press your palm to your head, suddenly aware of the splitting headache now vibrating through your skull. The group looks dumbfounded, “Angel is Jack's daughter?” your vision blurs as you try to respond, your head drooping backwards, dangerously close to cracking your skull on the metal railing behind you “Oh shit, hey now, stay with us, don’t go passing out on us.” Through blurry vision you see Lilith lean down and you feel yourself being slung over her shoulder “Grab the kids stuff, find an empty room for ‘em” your body bounces limply as Lilith starts walking. Succumbing to the darkness, your last thought is ‘dear god let me wake up in my own room’.
Sensitive crybaby reader x bitchy Spike lol
GN reader
College age Scoobies and reader
You swing your legs back and forth on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a peanut butter drenched apple slice while you watch Buffy, Giles and Xander bicker back and forth about the best way to dispatch of yet another group of vamps. The door swings open and Spike stalks in, boots thudding loudly enough to pause the chatter before they resume bickering. You hop down and trot over to Spike with a big grin on your face and a handful of apple slices. “Hi Spike! How are you tonight?” you chirp up at him, your smile faltering only slightly when he scowls at you, rolling his eyes and dropping himself down on the couch. You follow suit, sitting on the edge to give him space, you hold out you hand “Do you want an apple slice?” his mouth curls down in disgust “Can’t you leave me alone? Everytime you’re around it’s talk talk talk,” he makes a talking motion with his hand “Starting to think you’re just drenching your panties every time you see me at this point.” you retract your hand and stand up “Sorry Spike! I’ll leave you alone.” Your voice still bubbly despite the tears clouding your eyes.
Blinking rapidly you duck your head and quickly maneuver into the kitchen, busying yourself with making dinner for the group. Focusing on cutting veggies and stirring pots, picking out spices here and there, all these little things help you brush off another one of Spike’s outbursts “Hey, you okay?” Willow touches your shoulder gently and you nod “It’s fine, really! I know he’s just cranky today.” she sighs “Y/N he’s always like that, why do you keep trying to be nice to him?” you shrug, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting “I guess,” you hesitate “I guess I feel a sort of connection to him?” you squint at Willow “Before I met you guys I had nobody, I was just the weird kid.” You laugh softly “I know that deep loneliness, Nobody deserves that.” you whisper. Willow lets out a soft ‘awwwe’ and throws her arms around you. Out of everyone she had always been your closest friend, stumbling across her in the college library and immediately hitting it off by bonding over your similar fandom shirts you had both worn that day.
After a plan had been agreed on you set out bowls and plates, Willow trailing behind with silverware and cups. A big pot of pastina, fresh bread and a wonderful salad decorated your table. Cooking was something you took pride in, always so happy to share with your loved ones. But your eyes flickered towards Spike who had taken a seat near the end of the table, a spoon tightly grasped in his hand. You know in your heart that Spike could be kind, but the fear of him insulting the only thing you felt like you could offer to the group was rattling around in your skull.
Despite your hesitation you give him the benefit of the doubt and settle yourself in a chair too, letting everyone grab what they want before you serve yourself. Praises and compliments of how good it smells and how pretty everything is make you beam with pride “Okay okay enough talking, everyone eat!” you flap your hands dramatically. Everyone seems pleased with the food and casual conversations spark up before a groan followed by the loud clattering of a spoon and a chair being pushed back “I know the little one doesn’t have any useful skills for your merry little crew, but the food isn’t that good.” he turns on his heel and leaves, the door slamming shut behind him. All eyes are on you while you desperately try and keep a smile on your face while choking back tears, a hand slides into yours, you already know its Willow “It’s really good Y/N, you always cook for us when we’re sick or sad and it always makes us better, we wouldn’t keep coming over for meals if we didn’t like it.” Xander nods in agreement “You know me, I can’t lie about food.” he says through a mouthful of pasta and bread. You let out a watery laugh “Thanks you guys, It’s okay, I’ll keep trying. One day I’ll make him like me!” you wipe your eyes, ignoring the frustrated looks the group passes each other, all of them knowing you had spent every moment you could fighting to make Spike happy despite how much they all hated him.
Weeks pass, cookies laughed at, little clay sculptures insulted, clothing picked at, hair messed up, you took it all. Every last insult, every angry look, you tried so hard with your gifts, never giving up, until he took it too far.
Buffy had been gushing about some guy she met on campus, you and Willow sipping tea while the rest of the gang sat around the tv nearby “Ugh, I can’t even explain it!” she squealed happily “It’s like he’s perfect, and absolutely no vampy, demon-y, creepiness at all!” you and Willow give fake applause before you three melt into a pile of giggles “That just leaves you Y/N,” the red head wiggles her eyebrows “Everyone here has someone except you,” her nose scrunches “And crabby pants.” you swat her arm gently, laughing “I have a better chance at getting someone than that poor sod,” Spike shouts at the group “Nobody would pick such a boring creature like Y/N.” he snickers.
Your head swims, you have no idea why that hurt so much worse than anything he had said before. You stare at the table, trying to will away the sob that was bubbling up. Slowly standing, you push yourself away from the table, tears streaming down your cheeks. His grin drops as soon as he sees your face, but you’re gone, the front door flung wide open, silence falling over the room while your retreating figure gets farther and farther away. Willows fists clench, she had bit her tongue for the sake of you, but screw it “You fucking asswipe!” she chucks a plate at Spikes head, eyes wide, he ducks, just barely missing it “Every time Y/N does something nice you stomp on it! Do you know how hard they worked on every little gift for you?” her feet guide her in front of the now cowering blond man “And every single time you. made. them. Cry.” she jams a finger in his chest each time to punctuate her words “But they never give up, no matter how many times we all warn them about you they still pour their heart and soul into caring about you because they believed you deserved love and affection.” Willow snarls the last bit out, her rant more rage filled than any of her friends even thought she could muster.
Willows chest heaves, suddenly out of breath. She steps back, about to follow her friend outside before a hand stops her “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” Spikes face is hard as he leaves, unsure of how to handle the new information.
Over an hour of searching with no sign of you, he kicks a nearby tree, bark and wood splintering into the air “Bloody ponce!” he rakes his hands through his hair, aggravated “Such a bloody idiot!” Spike paces back and forth, a slew of self hatred spewing from his mouth. A twig snaps but he doesn’t even notice “Spike?” you sniffle, eyes puffy and red “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he whips around to face you, drinking in your pouty, quivering lips, how you’re hugging your elbows and shivering, the mud staining your pants. All this and your first thought is to comfort him? He has you pulled into his arms, face buried in your hair, gripping you against him, before you can even repeat your question. A muffled ‘Oh!’ as your face is smothered in his chest. You both stand like that for who knows how long, Spike’s fingers carefully running through your hair, pausing to unravel tangles or pull out little bits of twigs or leaves. You squirm, your legs hurting from holding you up for so long after running. He shifts and suddenly you’re both on the ground, you on his lap, now swaddled tightly in his jacket. Spike presses kisses all over your face before guiding you to nuzzle into his neck, he’s rambling and you’re barely able to catch each word “I’m so sorry love, I truly am, I shouldn’t have been such a wanker to you.” he tucks his jacket under your chin “I was…” he swallows “Scared, I ‘spose. You were just so sweet, absolutely dotting on me pet, I’m not used to it.” your hand curls into a fist, gripping his shirt “I’ve been right smitten with you since you tried to give me that dinosaur band-aid,” you smile against his skin, remembering that day “You had said somethin’ about you having ‘Ello Kitty ones too but you didn’t want me to be embarrassed.” he pulls you even closer “I kept everything, ate all your little treats too, took everything in me to not beg you to cook for me.” you pull back and look up at him with such a soft look on your face his breath catches in his throat “Really?” your voice is so quiet he almost didn’t hear you, but he nods, his now messy hair falling across his forehead “Pet… You scared me when you ran off, Willow put the fear of capital G-O-D into me, threw a plate at me and everything,” he chuckles “Your friends love you, so vocal about how much they care, made me a bit jealous I think.” he nods “I could write a thousand sonnets about your kindness and it would never be enough to even begin to explain how much I cherish you.” your lips are pressed to his the second he finishes. Wrapped in each others arms, soft kisses, sweet nothings whispered in your ears, everything you could have hoped for and more.
