Man Is Hurt And Left For Dead

Man is hurt and left for dead

He felt her moving even before she started moving, heavy arms wrapping around her waist to pin her against him. She gave a sleepy laugh, trying to untangle herself from him. “Babe, I gotta go pee.”

“Pee later,” he muttered against her neck, already throwing a leg over hers. “Wanna cuddle.”

“Baaaaaaaaabe,” she giggled, trying to no avail to free herself. “I gotta goooooooo.”

“Noooooooo,” he mocked back, burying his head in the pillow. “Stay with me and cuddle”

She dissolved into laughter and resigned herself to her fate. “At least let me roll over so I can see your handsome face.”

There was a moment of stillness. “…Promise you won’t run when I open my arms?”

“I promise!” she chirped. “Scouts honor.”

“Alright,” he agreed, unwinding his arms and legs. “I trust you. You better not break—”

The second, his grip slackened, she bolted, hurtling off the side of the bed and into the bathroom, cackling as he started to groan and whine about, “Being betrayed by his most lovely.”

She returned shortly to see him face down in the bed, still groaning and she crawled onto the mattress, laying on his back as she dug her hands under his chest. “I’m sorry, babe,” she murmured, turning her head to lay on the expanse of his shoulder blades. “I had to go tinkle.”

“You left me.”

“I know,” she pouted, kissing his back. “You had to spend two minutes in bed without me. I’m so sorry.”

“Now you’re mocking me.”

“I do it because I love you.” She squeezed his sides. “C’mon handsome, lemme see you.” He turned his head and gave her a pout. “I love you,” she grinned, and he looked away, a smile turning up the corner of his lips.

“Love you more.”

She rested her head back on his shoulders. “I love you most.”

Simon’s about ten feet from his front door when he decides he doesn’t want to walk anymore. He’s half tempted to lay down on the floor, call his girlfriend, and see if she can’t pull him into their flat. He decides to walk the rest of the way and leans against the door, face first into the cool metal as he fumbles the keys into the lock, not bothering to look for the keyhole. It takes all of five minutes before he manages to get the key in and unlock the door. And when he does, he slips inside, closes the door behind him, drops his bags in the hallway, yanks off his mask, and drops to his knees to lay on the ground. He lets out a long groan as the muscles in his back and limbs relax, all the tension from the missions in the past months fades.

Footsteps sound through the flat, the echo of his love’s voice calling for him through the rooms and into the hall. He doesn’t look up, only opens his eyes to see her face in front of his; she’s wearing one of her face masks, the gooey gold eye masks, and a cherry red lip mask beneath. It makes him want to laugh and he snorts, low in his chest as her nose scrunches up.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she chastises. “I’m doing all this so I could look pretty for you when you got home.”

Simon reaches out and touches her head, fingers brushing gently in her hair; she smells so comforting, like vanilla and orange blossoms, like her shampoo, like home. He’s suddenly falling in love with her all over again as he murmurs, “You look beautiful to me all the time, love.”

Her eyes light up and it makes his heart swell, peace washing over him. “I made chicken and rice. It’s in the oven.”

“With the cream of mushroom?”

“With the cream of mushroom,” she smiles. “And I added an extra can of cream of chicken so it’d be really good for you. And I deep-cleaned the apartment. So it’s clean for you. I also bought you a new leather jacket and boots, so we gotta hit a pub sometime soon so I can show you off to all my ladies.”

He melts further onto the floor, wondering how a man like him has been given a woman like her; she is his salvation amongst all his damnation. “I love you,” he says, quietly, wholeheartedly, and Simon Riley has never felt more human than ever in his life. When he’s here, he forgets about Ghost, forgets about everything that’s brought his life to its knees. He’s Simon, he’s whole, he is loved here.

Her hand moves to brush along his cheek, his nose, his brows, and she smiles at him. “I love you, Simon.”

I'm not even surprised

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ sano manjiro, haruchiyo sanzu, haitani ran + rindou, kakucho + hajime kokonoi

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ timeskip!characters , fluff , crack , gn reader

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ I have a little free time, so I made these. I apologise if some are OOC, I was running out of ideas near the end. enjoy ♡

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐑𝐀𝐍

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝑘𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

A Little Bit of Jealousy | König x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hii can I request könig with m!reader using this prompts

“I don’t like the way he’s looking at you” or maybe

“Everyone should know that you’re mine”

(I just love when someone gets little possessive help-)

summary: König can’t help but to get a little bit jealous from time to time.

tws: swearing, jealousy, possessiveness 

König tapped his thigh to the beat of ‘The Red Baron’ by Sabaton as he watched you talking with another sniper, exchanging tips and discussing techniques, along with other things, and although he wasn’t the type to get jealous or to be possessive over his boyfriend, König didn’t like the way that the sniper was looking at you, and he didn’t like the way that they put their hand upon your arm to feel up your biceps; the way that they smiled as they complimented your physique and batted their eyelashes. König couldn’t stand it, not for much longer, and although he tried to push down the feelings and tell himself that you were more than capable of sorting yourself out, more than able to reject any of the sniper’s advances, he couldn’t stop himself. 

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I ain't crying. Shut up.

As The World Falls Down

Quick Description: Grim's thought process as he sees the reader going through an overblot.

A/N: I'd been thinking about this for a while now, and I just couldn't keep it in my system any longer. It's not written but the reader doesn't die, I wouldn't just leave Grim alone like that... maybe some other time lol now it's time for me to go to bed.

TW: Angst, no comfort?, mention of wanting to vomit

It felt like everything around him came to a sudden halt the moment Grim looked up at you.

He wondered what he had done wrong to have this happen to you. Sure, you looked more tired these days, your eyes more dull, but you said you were okay, so Grim just assumed that Crowley had given you his paperwork to complete again or something.

But seeing you frantically backing away from everyone, from him, while blot dripped-no, gushed- out of your nose had his head spinning. You started coughing, trying to get the blot out of your esophagus, and the noise felt like nails on a chalkboard to Grim.

His eyes started filling up rapidly with tears and your hunched figure became blurry. He wondered, Why? Why was this happening to you, his one and only hench-human? Sure, he often skipped out on his work and classes, and sometimes he would steal some food from your plate, but he didn't think this would happen. Not to you, the person who had his back through thick and thin, no matter what happened or what he did.

He sees Jack pick you up and start running, making a beeline for the infirmary and before he can register his own movement, he's running. He can faintly hear Ace and Deuce telling him to stop, but his only focus was catching up to Jack. He runs and runs and runs, and he keeps running after you, even when his lungs burn, even if he feels like he's about to throw up.

He should have been nicer, more diligent. Maybe if he studied harder you wouldn't have ended up like this. Maybe if he had shared his tuna with you, you would've been laughing alongside the rest of the first years without a care in the world. Maybe if he told you how much he truly appreciated you, you would have been okay, sitting at the Ramshackle dorms dusty couches, giving him the kisses he said he hated so much. Maybe, maybe, maybe-

He sees the infirmary door thrown open, a trail of inky black blot leading inside, and he rushes in without a second thought, nearly bumping into Jack. Jack was trying his hardest to maintain his composure, but he was quickly falling apart, distraught at the sight of you writhing in the infirmary bed. Grim looked at you, crying out in pain, reaching your hand out for someone and he rushed over to you, ignoring how Jack yelled at him to not get closer.

Grim put his paws in your waiting hands and begged. He begged you to stay with him, to not leave him. He begged the Seven to not take you away from him, and when that didn't seem to work, he made promises to you.

He promised he would attend all his classes.

Grim woke up in a panic. He had a nightmare, and instinctively started to look for you in the darkness of your shared room. His movement had shaken you awake, and you softly called out to him. "Are you okay?" He looked at you, and relief filled his body at the sound of your voice. He nodded, and you opened up your arms, inviting Grim to sleep closer to you. He shuffles over and lays down on your chest, your waiting arms hugging his shivering body close. "It's okay, I'm right here with you." You say, and before sleep fully takes over him, he feels you kiss his forehead.

He promised he would share his precious tuna with you everyday.

"Grim!" You yell out, and Grim hurries to hide the (already half eaten) sandwich he was eating behind his back. "Did you eat my sandwich?" You say with an angry tone, and he swallows the piece of sandwich he had in his mouth before answering. "N-no! I don't know what you're talking about! It must have been Ace!" You narrow your eyes and scoff at him. "The last time Ace was here was two days ago, and I just made that sandwich!" Grim knew he had been caught, and before you could catch him, he ran away. "Grim! Get back here right now!" He could faintly hear the ghosts laughing at him as he dashed through Ramshackle, with you hot on his heels.

He promised he wouldn't leave you to clean up his messes.

Grim could hear sniffling coming from the other side of the bedroom door, and he slowly began to open it. You were sitting on the edge of the bed hunched over, your hands covering your face. "Hench-human?" He called out, and you turned your head towards him, your eyes red and glossy. He jumped up on the bed next to you and asked you what was wrong. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed." You reply, bringing a hand up to his head, slowly petting him. Grim looks up at your for a moment before he crawls over to your lap and lays his back against your stomach, pointing his thumb at his chest. "There's nothing to worry about when the Great Grim is here with you!" He smirks up at you, and you smile at his statement. Your arms wrap him in a tight hug and you softly reply, "Yeah, at least you're here with me."

He would make you a million promises if it meant that you would be okay. If it meant that he would wake up every morning to your smile, telling him it was time to get up and get ready for class. If it meant you would stay by his side forever.

He would do anything, and so he begged once more;

Please, don't leave me.

Your vampire boss puts you to work

General Plot: You are a flight attendant on a private jet and your vampire boss puts you to work. I love humiliation fluff, so this is a lot of that with some vampire fun mixed in... 😳

Word Count: 1.5K

Vampire (Marius) x female reader

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: humiliation kink fluff, sort of sfw vampire fluff, I tagged it mature because it's really heavy on the kink, nakedness and servant master dynamic, blood drinking, some violence and implied minor character death

You stumbled over a foot you didn’t see, landing hard on your knees, the little skirt you had to wear for work riding up and revealing your chaste white panties. You dropped the tray you were carrying and booze went everywhere in the cramped private jet. 

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered, to Marius Everild, the owner of the plane. A glass rolled and bumped his foot and for just a second you locked eyes. They were flat and black, endless void but also…something crackled deep within them.  

His minions laughed riotously and you blushed, scrambling to your feet. 

“I’ll go get a rag,” you said, lowering your head and running to the flight attendant’s station. You scrambled back only to feel a foot on your back shove you down as you bent. 

“Hurry up, dumb bitch,” the man laughed, already too many drinks in, “are you so brainless you can’t even carry a drink?”  

What he really wanted was to see your panties again, a view of which he was rewarded as you stumbled forward, your hands slipping on the wet floor and sliding out from under you. You landed face first, ass up in the puddle of bourbon on the floor. It soaked into your white shirt leaving an ugly amber stain. 

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you just rubbed the floor, putting all your stress into the poor plastic after you’d pushed yourself up again. An unwelcome hand came down and pinched your ass, making you squeal. Like a shadow Marius appeared behind you, grabbing his minion by the throat. 

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” he hissed, snapping the arm that touched you and dropping the man into a screaming pile. 

He turned and nudged you with his foot, hard enough for you to fall over, but not hard enough to hurt you. 

“Quickly, servant,” he grunted before taking his seat again, “I’m waiting on my drink.”  

The mood in the plane had changed from a party to dead silence except the whimpering of the man with the broken arm, afraid of making too much noise. 

You practically tiptoed back to your station to get a new glass and refill it for Marius. When you brought it back he narrowed his dead eyes on the stain on your shirt. 

“Take off your shirt,” he said evenly. 

You sputtered. 

“I’m sorry, sir?” you asked. 

He glanced behind you at the now curious eyes of his minions focused on you.

“Get in the back cabin!” he barked at them.

When they were gone he looked back at you. 

“Take it off, servant. I don’t like to look at dirty things.” 

You were trapped in the air with this man on his plane going to some foreign country. You weren’t sure what to do. You’d been hired privately, there was no HR to report this to. No one was going to help you. Maybe it was just best to go along with it. You’d just watch him snap a man’s arm like it was a twig. 

Your fingers slowly rose to the buttons and you gulped as you popped them one by one. He watched you evenly, like you were a table and chairs, no expression on his face.  

When you were done, you pulled the shirt off and balled it up nervously in your hand. 

“Go get my laptop, I have work to do,” he said and you scurried away to go fetch it. 

When he returned you moved to walk away.

“I didn’t dismiss you, servant,” he said and you swung back around. 

“Get on your knees,” he said, just as smoothly. No inflection. 

“S-sir,” you mumbled. 

“Knees,” he barked and at the tone in his voice you sank down to your knees, trembling.

He looked back at his laptop and started working like you weren’t there.

“Sir?” you asked confused. 

He glanced at you looking annoyed. 

“I didn’t say you could speak. Sit.” 

You swallowed your words and blinked at him. He just wanted you to sit at his feet? Sitting there for probably an hour, you started to space out, your mind wandering. You watched Marius work, his even expression so dull that itself was frightening. You wondered foolishly how he kept his long blonde hair so smooth. It seemed like every thread was perfectly in place. Eventually you dozed and your head drooped. You woke up when Marius pushed you roughly, but not painfully over with his foot. 

“Wake up, servant,” he snapped. 

You jerked alert and pulled yourself off of the floor. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Take off your skirt,” he said. 

You swallowed hard, but stood shyly and slipped it down your hips, kicking it off of your foot. 

“Fold it up,” he said, sounding bored. 

You neatly folded it, embarrassed you did it wrong the first time.  

“Put it under your knees,” he said, “the next time you fall asleep take something else off.” 

He turned his attention back to his work, and you sat there, trying to will yourself to stay awake in your panties, bra, and the heels you were supposed to wear with your uniform. Fortunately, the humiliation and fear you were experiencing kept you alert for some time, your cheeks bright red while you trembled slightly. Was he going to break your arm too if you messed up?

Two hours later you found it was impossible to stay awake in the silent room, the only sound his even tapping on the keys and the white noise of the plane engine. You found yourself without your bra after being kicked over again. 

“Do you have trouble hearing, servant?” He asked as your nipples hardened in the air conditioned air. 

“You can’t follow a simple one word instruction. Are you a dumb little girl?”

You shook your head, embarrassed tears coming to your eyes and you curled up a bit. 

“Sit straight,” he snapped. 

You just shook in fear and made yourself smaller. 

“Are you really good for anything?” he asked, tapping his leg with boredom, “perhaps I should put you out of your misery and eat you.” 

You whimpered and cowered, not sure entirely what he meant by that. 

“Maybe I can use you as a footrest,” he decided, roughly sinking his cold hands into your hair and pushing you down on your knees in front of him, before propping his designer shoes on your back. Your panty clad ass stuck out behind you as you cowered underneath his feet. Tears ran silently down your cheeks as you were terrified to make a sound.

How could this be happening to you? This seemed like a legit job when you took it!

An hour after that, he shoved you with his foot, knocking you over. 

“Footrest, go fetch me a drink,” he said, “the red wine in the marked bottle.” 

You hopped up and skipped tightly to do as he asked, your breast bouncing freely as you went. 

Meanwhile, Marius rolled over in his mind whether or not he should eat you. He could always replace you, that was easy. The problem was he kind of liked your face. Liked it enough that he didn’t want anyone else to touch you…or look at you. Maybe he wanted to keep you. 

He sighed. On the other hand, it would be a pain to train you and you were probably an idiot, he mused. You could barely deliver drinks. In the end your tits made the decision, bouncing behind his glass of blood. They pleased him, so he decided to let you live, mostly. 

It might take a little work, but he would have all the time in the world to make you his perfect servant if he made you like him. A vampire. 

As you approached he didn’t wait for you to hand him the glass, knocking it out of your hand and pulling you into his lap. You squealed, confused. His face had suddenly become a more monstrous version of itself, his nose more feline and his brow thicker. Then he opened his mouth and bared his large fangs at you. You fought him, trying to scramble out of his lap, but he hardly noticed you struggling as he bit you. 

The bite wasn’t painful, but it did make you shout. It felt like an orgasm was running through your bloodstream as he sucked the blood out. You gasped in his strong arms, your eyes rolling back in your head and heady moans escaping your lips. 

He had to will himself to jerk back, biting his own wrist and drizzling blood in your mouth. You would have tried to wriggle away, but his bite had stunned you a bit and you just laid there with your mouth open as he fed you. Over about a minute your world started to go red. Your upper jaw ached as new teeth grew. Your skin grew cold as your blood chilled in your veins. You suddenly felt strong. Really strong. You instinctively fought against Marius, but he was much stronger than you, holding you still with just a little more effort than he’d used before. 

“It’ll be over soon,” he said, holding you down, “and then it will be time to eat.”

You were becoming more and more aware of a thirst building in your throat. Your mouth felt dry. You needed something. Something to quench it, but your mind only went to blood. 

A baby vampire was a very dangerous thing, ravenous for their first drink, high on their new power, and Marius knew that. So, it was mostly for his own amusement when he let you loose in the back cabin with his human minions. It didn’t matter that they saw you in your panties and bare breasts, because that was the last thing that they all saw.