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【 take me home (don’t wanna be alone anymore) 】

summary: Yuu was standing and alive, a logical part of him said. Screw being fucking logical, Leona thought spitefully, they had almost died. (or, the leonayuu mafia au where yuu almost dies and leona isn’t equipped for how that makes him feel)

word count: 1.5k

author’s note: leonayuu except they’re both bad with feelings + in the mafia, so the only way they know how to communicate is to hurt each other. hope you enjoy ^^

[ or read on ao3 ]

It was a greeting devoid of words. Leona's eyes met theirs and his hand slipped under their shirt in an attempt to deny it. To deny the fact that Yuu had gotten injured. Yet all that Leona could feel was the expanse of bandages covering their body.

His hand mapped the wrappings, from their ribs to waist to their lower back. They winced at his grip though they kept their mouth shut while the anger burned, scalded, and tore at him.

"Off," Leona demanded, and there was a short intake of breath before their shirt was being thrown onto their bed. It was worse now that he could actually see everything.

"What the fuck," He muttered as he traced over another bandage on their arm and shoulder that he had missed.

It was...maddening. Absolutely maddening how he saw red when it came to them; when it came to the bandages scattered across their skin. Yuu was standing and alive, a logical part of him said. Screw being fucking logical, Leona thought spitefully, they had almost died.

He was sure that they were dying to speak, their sweet words of reassurance ready at the back of their throat. But before the words could escape, Leona got there first. His hand wrapped around Yuu's neck, squeezing with promise as his other hand pushed them back toward the bed. They went easily, the movements practiced though they shouldn't be. Because it was the first time he had done this, the first time that they had—

Leona forced his gaze into theirs, finding a quiet trust there. He shouldn't have felt so reassured. Bad habits always die hard, he thought as his thumb pushed Yuu's chin to the side, exposing their mercifully unmarked— unhurt— neck. His teeth itched to sink into their skin, to force them to submit, and promise that they wouldn't do something so reckless, to never disappear from his—

Yuu's throat bobbed, and raw compulsion shot through Leona like a bullet.

He caved, his lips dragging against their neck. Leona had no mind to be gentle. Not when he was seeking reassurance in the most cowardly way possible. Their heartbeat thudding under his mouth, the feel of it spiking when his teeth bit a little too hard; a little too close to tearing skin. It was all proof that they were alive. Here. Right under him.

Cowardly, how cowardly. The crownless king who had so much but couldn't truly ever possess the one thing he wanted more than anything. Because the only way to possess a person was to cut off their wings, they were...they were Yuu.

Wonderfully vexing Yuu, whom Leona would follow to his foolish death.

"Ah–" It was the smallest sound, just a half formed thing that had barely escaped by chance, yet he greedily devoured the syllable from their lips, his fingers tangling in their hair. His other hand traced over the bandages again, the one that mapped the expanse of their side, to the one at their arm, and finally to their neck, where he knew bruises would soon bloom.

Leona pulled away, the kiss ending as abruptly as it started. The only trace that neither wanted it to end was the way their bodies were still pressed together; hovering too close to feign ignorance.

He wiped at his mouth, "Were you trying to die without my permission?" It wasn't the right thing to say. Leona knew it wasn't, but they had been playing this twisted game for so long. Ever since that day he met them in that decrepit alleyway, the day they promised to follow him with blood staining their smile. He did not know how to treat Yuu with softness, for everything they did made him burn.

"Leona," There was a half smile on those lips; this time devoid of blood. "It was an ambush. I only did what I did to keep everyone alive." Liar, Leona bit back his words. He heard that they had been targeting Yuu. And he knew it was all to get to him.

"If I didn't want you alive, I wouldn't have taken you as one of my people," Leona was surprised at how calmly his voice sounded as he spoke, even if his fingers were digging deeper into the mattress. "If I had tired of you, then maybe—"

"Leona," His brow twitched, and Yuu's hand finally brushed his hair. Did his expression betray him? "I'm sorry it escalated so far." His lips twisted into a scowl. Leona's mind couldn't help but conjure the memory yet again.

The sirens were blaring as he pulled up to the building. It was reported to be a fire, but he knew an ambush laid in wait. Leona rushed in, gun in hand as he fought his way into the office. There were too many scattered bodies for him to see straight beyond the smoke.

And Yuu was missing. The person that had tripped the fire alarm, recklessly locking themselves in the building with the attackers.

Leona broke down the door to his office. He found it ransacked, desk full of bullet holes. There was....blood everywhere. On his chair, his papers, the couches. It was like someone wanted to make sure that everything was as bloody as it could be.

The inside of the safe was the only hiding space left to check. A numbing fear hit Leona as he entered the code. You'd think that there was no way someone could survive after losing that much blood. But against all odds, Yuu had their gun trained on the door as he entered.

Yuu had seen him.

Their eyes flickered with recognition, as their lips mouthed what was he knew was his name. And it was like their will to hold on had vanished. Their eyes slipped shut, body growing limp and already cold before he could reach them—

A warm hand touched his cheek, and he looked at them again, "If I was ever gonna die, I'll die after you die." Something in Leona calmed considerably at the sentence. It was a platitude, plain and simple, but he couldn't shake the deep satisfied relief he felt to hear it, even if they were lying.

Leona's eyes dropped to the bandages, and again the scent of blood seemed to cloud his nose. A hand tugged at his collar and Leona was jerked closer.

Now they were frowning, "Stop it." Stop replaying it in your mind. They knew him too well for him to hide any longer.

And then they kissed him.

I'm alive, look at me, they commanded, kissing him with such bruising intensity it halted Leona's thoughts.

Stop looking at me like I'm gone, they seemed to demand, their teeth biting at his bottom lip with purpose.

They hammered the words into him, and Leona felt almost breathless at the feeling. It consumed him, until all his anger faded and all he could think about was them, their presence in front of him commanding the same gravity that the sun wielded. And Leona was nothing but a slave to their orbit, as they were to his.

There was a tremble in their hand as they held his face, a gentleness unbefitting of the aggressiveness they displayed. If he was a coward, then it seemed that they were two of a kind. Leona knew it then, as his hand brushed away a stray tear from their cheek. (Did there exist a person who was immune to the fear of death? Leona sure had never met one.)

They parted, languidly this time, and Leona lowered his head. Their hand brushed over his hair before they spoke, "My wound hurts." Leona instantly shifted his weight, lying by their side instead. "It's not your fault, dummy lion." He grunted, keeping his eyes closed as they nestled closer. They held firm onto his hands, as if they knew that they itched to run over the bandages again.

"Welcome back, Leona," Yuu murmured, the nostalgic greeting burrowing deep into his heart, finding softness where he didn't know it was capable of festering. It was late, late by the weeks it had taken for Yuu to recover and wake up, and the weeks still it took for him to track down the people who had dared to order such an operation against his right hand.

"I'm back," Leona answered, and it felt right. It was a promise, between two people whose lies would probably bite them back someday. It was was an open secret that Leona would give his life if it meant that Yuu was safe. And he was sure that Yuu would do the same, no matter how much he insisted that they shouldn’t.

But that was who they were.

Two cowards, who couldn't allow themselves the weakness of love. Two liars, guns pointed at the most vulnerable parts of each other. But for now, they were just Leona and Yuu. And they were finally home.

supplementary brainrot bc this au has been plaguing me for days:

leona’s the boss and yuu’s the right hand (and ruggie’s the left hand >:D)

the gang started off as leona, yuu, ruggie, and jack, and grew into an actual criminal organization as they grew together

in this au, leona’s family aren’t in the picture bc leona ran away from home as a teen

the reason why leona’s so protective over yuu is because they grew up together

(they met as teenagers, and after fighting n saving each other a few times, yuu does the completely normal thing of offering leona their undying loyalty, and leona responds by doing completely normal thing of telling them that they’re now 'his person’.)

+ obviously he’s madly in love with them, he just has the emotional intelligence of a grapefruit (and so does yuu. rip relationship.)

they’re both bad at admitting their feelings; leona was worried and it translated as anger, and yuu was afraid of dying, but it translated as nonchalance,,,,,they’re just little freaks (lovingly)

also songs i listened to while writing: take me home by ateez; new cydonia by starcadian; easy love by sf9; gunners in the rain by mili

thank you for reading ! if you enjoyed, check out other fics on my masterlist or ao3 <3

#/trau writes #leonayuu *ascends into the astral realm*#title from ‘take me home’ by ateez #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x mc #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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creepyscritches · 4 months

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Look at what I got for white elephant this year 😊😊😊

#Creepy chatter #I cut air holes in a box + hot glued fake poop in the bottom + filled it w litter + sealed a fake running hamster inside #Before wrapping it so it would thud around while the game went #I serial killer duct taped another box and put a cowbell + Bambi shirt in it

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Safe and San

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR MOUNT'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist)

🟡 pairing: san x afab!reader 🟡 genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship 🟡 summary: in the coolness of an early morning, choi san reveals to you what it means to love in a quiet timelessness, where all that exists is you, him, and the sunrise. 🟡 wordcount: 5.3k 🟡 warnings/tags: fiance san, falling asleep in the living room reading together, sharing hoodies, just loving each other, summer season - yes it is spring but now it is summer because san said so, hoodie san, cuddles, hugs and kisses, sort of edited sort of not (lmk if there is intense chaos anywhere) 🟡 taglist: @doom-fics @legohwa @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven 🟡 a/n: seriously idk where this came from, all I know is that I have been occasionally mindblanking and... here we are. Much love and all reblogs, comments, notes welcome <3

🟡 nsfw taglist: the petname content is intense in this one (sun, moon, stars, summer, honey, darling, love... nicknames...), all the praise, lazy sex, no protection (wrap before tap c'mon), cum inside, cockwarming, sex while in a state of semi-dress, fingering, the softest dom san, basically a service dom

The early morning haze entranced you. An ever-changing palette, the walls of your living room appeared to take on a different hue every time you languidly blinked, still fighting the heavy remnants of sleep. After having forgotten to completely draw the curtains, the luminescence of the cheerful, expectant sun crept across the cold wooden floor in a shy line, barely caressing the cream wall on the other side of the room, centimetres away from producing a kaleidoscopic scene by hitting the glass inserts of the shelving unit. The soft cushions that lined the l-shaped couch, and the woollen throw that hid you from the chill, were a cloud suspended in a tranquil bliss. You studied the familiar, adored surroundings as they metamorphosed from a lilac wonder to a glowing mandarin masterpiece, the brushstrokes of a pastel pink, coating the awakening sky, peeking from the other side of the window, capturing your bleary attention.

Not a sound, except for the level breathing of the man beside you. The man who had your love so fully, so deeply that you were not sure if the slow thudding in your chest was real, or was simply an echo, a comfortable illusion that you had agreed to settle for just so that you could give the heart away for him to keep. He would most definitely keep it safe. Find a neat little box for it, and, if you were lucky, find a place for it somewhere between the books and the video game DVDs, and admire it whenever he would walk past. Or perhaps he would be crafty enough to find a way of putting it in his pocket and carrying it around with him wherever he went – that way, you could miss him less than you normally did when you were apart. Shame you only had one heart, because you would give Choi San the universe if you could.

Your fiancé was like the grand starry expanse in the night, paving the way for explorers, lovers, and mystical creatures alike, and the radiant manifestation of Apollo in the day, bestowing upon the earth a hope, a heavenly brilliance, a magic the secret to which only he knew. With each moment that passed, you had come to understand that there was always more to San. Be it hidden in a sigh, in an enchanting glimmer in his eyes or in a simple gesture, he was an ethereal enigma that you were shocked, and infinitely grateful, existed.

Careful to not disturb him, which was a challenge in its own right considering that you had used his broad chest as your pillow, you lifted the throw ever so slightly and rose into a seated position. You gingerly adjusted the material back, and twisted yourself to be seated on the edge, and facing the literal sleeping beauty before you. You let your eyes travel across his resting face. From his forehead that was obscured by adorably ruffled onyx locks that poured out from underneath his grey hoodie. To his eyelids and lashes that showed the tiniest movement, making the soft light occupying the room land onto the little hairs and turn them to white gold. Down to the perfect line of his nose, the tip of which you liked to plant a quick peck on when you wanted to see your fiancé get flustered. And to his alluring lips which were parted ever so slightly. In the somnolent daze there was an angelic quality to him, a peace that you wanted to sink into and never depart from.

This was one of the first mornings in a while, that you had all the time in the world to keep on staring. For the most part, it was either you or San, or both of you having to get up and rush out of the door for work after having snoozed the alarm a ‘healthy’ number of times. Which is why it was surprising that you were even awake – five o’clock was not exactly your usual territory, and if not for the summer season blessing you with longer hours of sunshine, it was likely that you would not have distinguished between dream and reality, and dozed off lulled by the rise and fall that came with San’s every breath. But your wakefulness had its beauty: there was no stress spurring you on, and the sight of your love beside you, serenity written across his features, made you grateful for the surprising perkiness. For this short while, your personal heaven could be committed to memory, and serve as a transformation for every future when you would need to ‘rise and shine’.

You spotted San’s reading glasses lying, discarded, between his body and the back of the couch, inches from being squashed, while the books you and him had been reading were lying in awkward positions on the floor, much to your amusement. Careful not to damage the pages any more than they had been, you reached to pick the novels up, momentarily studying the covers before marking the pages with what turned out to be a folded receipt and a post-it with the glue segment torn off, and placing them on the coffee table. You settled back into a seated position, tucking one of your legs under you and pulling down the base of your oversized tee. A shiver passed down your back, reminding you of the fact that the air conditioner, your saving grace after the summer heat kicked in, rendering natural ventilation impossible if you wanted fresh air not laden with pollution and unbearable humidity, had been running at full power all night. Only now that you have removed yourself from the human radiator that was your fiancé did you realise this, and began to construct an escape plan that, hopefully, would not break San's peaceful slumber. If you were lucky, perhaps you could snatch and save his glasses.

These small troubles, trivialities of daily life were what brought a smile to your face. Endearing dilemmas that left you confident that what you were experiencing was a continuous blessing. Tongue between your teeth, poking ever so slightly out of your mouth, you concentrated on stalking towards the spectacles. Having stood up from the sofa, you were in a half crouch, bare feet sinking into the soft carpet, with only the rumble of the air conditioner to accompany you. When you were already hovering above San's chest, arm out reached to fish out your target, your breath hitched as he shifted and smacked his lips, following the adorable gesture by placing his arm, which previously was your only line of defence against falling off the sofa, over his abdomen, which in turn made the glasses fall a little deeper, just out of your reach. You mouthed a 'now what', contemplating your next course of action - you were getting cold, but too stubborn to accept a so-called defeat in this miniature game of capture the metaphorical flag.

The only way out was to summon the powers of feline agility and hope that San decided to be a deep sleeper today. Knee sinking into the edge of the pillow, the stitching digging into your skin as you inched forward while trying to keep a toe still on the ground, a peculiar source of security for the case that a quick retreat might be needed. Fingers flittering across the material, reminiscent of the pitter patter of rain - every effort to blend into the dormant landscape, an accidental echo of a season recently culminated. Closer and closer, your leg was a mere few centimetres away from San's torso, and you were arched over him, checking for any sudden changes in his position. But he was still. Almost too still. You narrowed your eyes and scanned his face, but could not detect any difference, aside from his mouth now being pressed together, however he did that in his sleep on occasion, so you paid it no mind. Suppressing a shiver, what used to be careful manoeuvring turned into risk as you took one final look at what you determined to be the sleeping form beneath you, and made a reach for the glasses, quietly hissing out a congratulations to yourself as soon as you felt your fingers touch the frame. Just a little more and you would be able to go get a sweater. Or turn the air conditioning off. Perhaps, since you were still occasionally blinking away the remnants of dreamland, you would get a cup of morning brew ready, and properly greet the sunrise by lounging on the tiny, but nevertheless welcoming terrace encased in shimmering glass. Or so you had hoped, until, as you were making your so-called journey back, a strong pair of arms snaked around your waist, and sharply pulled you in, so you now found yourself pressed flush against your sleepyhead love.

“Hmm… where are you going?” San mumbled, voice deep and groggy, resonating right above you as you wiggled to nuzzle into his neck, triumphantly holding onto his specs with one hand, pleased with yourself for having accomplished your initial task.

“‘s cold, so I need something warm.” It always took some time for him to register what you would say to him as he was waking up – on a number of occasions, he had not been able to recollect a single thing. So you kept your words simple, but even that made him give an exasperated whine as he hugged you tighter and rubbed the side of his face against your head, resulting in his hood being pushed back to reveal more of the heavily ruffled locks of jet black hair.

“But you have me… Y/N…” while answering you, San had managed to kick away the blanket fully, so that it now formed a dark grey heap at the other end of the sofa.

“I didn’t want to wake you, love,” you whispered back, shutting your eyes and relishing in the sensation, “you looked so cute and so peaceful.”

“What?” the sudden question made you raise your head momentarily, only to find San squinting right at you, “Nah… no.”

“No? My Sannie isn’t cute?” you asked, voice tinged with playful disappointment as you let your head fall back down, and took a deep breath.

Much like the early morning light, the mixture of cotton and San’s cologne was unequivocally captivating. It was the scent of the lazy days, the moments when you would allow yourselves to fall asleep, much like today, on the living room couch, legs intertwined after having spent the entire evening reading. An aroma of an embrace, a slow dance and a humming of a tune that only you knew, the notes that carried with themselves the melody of sweetest memories. The interplay of hemlock and bergamot, accompanied by heliotrope and mimosa – when you had pestered San enough times, he had read the profile out for you, the brief paragraph now forever imprinted in your mind in his timeless timbre.

A hand travelled underneath your t-shirt, trailing up and down your spine a couple of times before settling on tracing random patterns on the small of your back. You stifled a gasp as your fiancé took to toying with the waistband of your tracksuit bottoms, and, still laden with sleep, grunted and uttered his short, gruff retort.

“Not when I’ve read what I’ve read… ‘m surprised I even fell asleep.”

“Oh? And what was it you read?” a soft grin settled on your face as you sank into the feeling of San’s hands moulding you to his heart’s content. Unable to settle for one place, they roamed your body, worshipping every curve.

“Mm… too sleepy to explain…” he leaned into you, and upon nudging you to lie down a little bit higher, trailed a series of kisses down from your jawline to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, “…but I could show you.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m more than interested.”

“Wake me up a little bit more and I’ll give you a spoiler.” One of his hands travelled to meet your chin, and tilt it forwards so that his dark, glowing pools of adoration could meet yours, pupils trained on every micro expression despite being cradled in a blur, contained by relaxed lids and wispy eyelashes.

“Such a tease, Sannie.” You whispered, and gave into San’s guidance towards his soft lips, closing the space between you.

The infinite gradient of the sky’s spectacular hues exploded in your vision, as love’s intimate caress ignited a radiance within. With every passing moment, just as the cherry blossoms twirled to the ground in a muted waltz, giving way to flamboyant hydrangeas and mystical lilies, you too, fell deeper and deeper only to bloom once again with a new evolved adoration. A love that grew day in, day out. A love that motivated you to go on until tomorrow, for you knew that you would love even more then, and come to understand the naïve emptiness that you had trusted to be infatuation in the past. Fuller and fuller the soul became. The fuelled up inner fire that contained and protected your safe haven and your eternal paradise. While lilac skies and lavender fields blended into a heavenly unity only for a season, gifting natural beauty for a fleeting appreciation of its temporary existence, the reality that you and San had crafted was evergreen. It was, of course, expected to waver, much like any flowers that were meant to bloom, but together, you would sway and intertwine, two lifetimes turned to one harmonious duet in an everchanging landscape.

New leaves and blossoms replacing those that wilted, but to inexperienced eyes, devoid of recognising the impeccable, intricate details of time, it meant continuity. It meant immortality and a youthfulness that did not know time. This was how life with San had been and will continue to be forevermore. Each tender gaze and caress, the sweetest sigh into your ear was a rekindling of something greater, and left you in an ecstatic daze. The invisible paths of his strong hands exploring every inch of skin left behind a budding desire as you thought back to the transforming garden of hues outside the apartment, now turned to a colourful prologue for the beginning of your hazy summer day.

“Tease… I’m very polite, I’ll have you know.” You giggled as San broke away from the kiss, revealing his lovable pout. Unable to resist, you pushed your free arm up and cupped one side of his face, running your thumb over the cheek, poking his nose with your own as you broke into a wide grin. The action had an effect on San as he moved and tightened his grip to your hips, not once breaking his gaze, while the expression changed entirely.

Like a traveller who had finally found their oasis after an eternity of roaming the scalding hot sands, persevering through madness, he revered you. An unfiltered, unabashed, quiet love that could only be felt amidst total tranquility emanated from him as he resisted the urge to never let go, instead relishing in the beautiful, fleeting instances that you could spend together. Timeliness had taught him to treat each moment with special attention, but with you, he need not try. You were the moment. You were the one who shared his rhythm. You were the meandering river that he would forever prefer and worship over a roaring, cacophonic ocean. Elegance, grace – an identity that could never be replicated. In the rolling tides of strangers, he would always search for where the river met the sea, and would marvel at just how quickly he gravitated towards you. His priceless love and life, the one with whom he wanted to see every sunrise and sunset.

“Well then, gentleman, care to warm me up? Since I have been so politely intercepted.” The attempt at a joke flew over San’s head, but nonetheless, your wish was rapidly granted as he propped up his left leg so it was bent at the knee and his foot was steadily positioned on the couch. Arms still wrapped around you, he gave you another peck and inquired, voice low:

“Y/N, may I… roll you over?”

“Yes, you may. See? Such a sweetheart.” Words of praise always found their way into your responses when it came to your fiancé. Sometimes to obtain his shyness – a breath of spring, or relief – to last the autumn and the biting winter, or, like now, to lie down, impressed at the evoking of the blazing, sultry summer.

He encouraged you to give up any balance you had, and with impressive care switched you places, so that you were now the one resting on a fabric pillow, enveloped between the echoes of San’s body heat on the material, and the man himself, who had one arm on either side of you, and a goofy, proud smile adorning his features. Unable to contain yourself under his intense scrutiny, you raised the glasses you had been securely keeping, and unfolded them to try place a barrier between San and you. But to no avail. Reading your intentions, what used to be a pure cheekiness suddenly gained a darker colour, that of an intimate dusk, and lifting a hand, he hooked the spectacles right out of your outstretched hands, and raised an eyebrow.

“I can see you pretty well, darling. I am more than awake and focused now.”

He tossed the glasses onto the coffee table, sighing in relief as he saw them stop their sliding journey right before the far edge, which earned him a rolling of the eyes from you.

“All these efforts to get them, and you are ready to throw them into oblivion, yeah?”

“No idea what you mean, all I see is that everything is how it’s meant to be.”

The strength of his glances as he brushed your hair out of your face was reminiscent of the sun at its zenith, while the kisses he peppered on your forehead, flushed cheeks and longing lips were the rays of sunshine that would trickle down from the skies through cloudy barriers. The contrast in his light touches and their intentions as he slid a hand under your t-shirt and found your bare breast was immersing you in your personal summer. Your head fell further back, and you let out a satisfied sigh as San took the opportunity immediately, searching for the sensitive spot on your neck.

Taking his time, San nipped at it, while sending your mind into a disarray once his hand pinched your nipple and began to rub languid circles over its very tip, sending an electrifying shock to your core. One kiss after another, he was soon sucking on the sweet flesh, proudly giving life to a garden of unbridled lust spurred by a desire to show closeness. San wanted to melt into you. Melt with you. No embrace was close enough when souls could be together, and so through intimacy and the approach of ‘a small death’ did he strive to express his adamantine devotion to you. Any evidence of your harmony was nothing but heavenly music for him, and it was with pride that he claimed you, and was elated when you claimed him, be it in gratitude, in bliss or in frustration for your yet to be released high.

Your hands snaked themselves around San's perfectly sculpted torso, pulling the hoodie and the black tee underneath, higher and higher, until you could slip beneath, and your cooler skin touched his. The action made San stop his teasing and chuckle against your neck, while his body reacted automatically to roll his hips against yours, member concealed by layers of clothing growing more prominent and pressing against the material of his bottoms.

"Cold." The comment, uttered hoarsely though holding nothing but excitement for what is to come encouraged you to tilt your head and kiss San’s jaw, preparing to return his little, colourful favour.

"Told you."

"Mm, I know a way to fix that." Alas, you were not fast enough, and he lifted himself off you, the loss of contact making you whine. To remind you of his proximity, one of his legs remained between your thighs, knee too close to your core for you to interpret his steps as unintentional, innocent, serene.

With one final smirk in your direction as he caught you eyeing his body voraciously, San took off his hoodie, and motioned for you to sit up – only for him to grab your hand, and cautiously pull you towards him, grinning once you understood his mission and raised your arms above your head. It did not matter – the design, the colour, the cut… any item of clothing that belonged to him, in his opinion, looked better on you for the simple reason that it could hug your form, be an extension of him if he was away and could not wrap you up in his arms. At times, when you were showering, he would purposefully replace your clothes with an item of his just so the scent of your favourite shampoo could linger, and your image would be even more easily imprinted in his mind. Not that it was much of a challenge in the first place, but having all of his senses being preoccupied only with perceiving you was a state he wished could turn into permanence.

“Ah, but there’s a catch, my love.”

“Come on…” you whined and fluttered your eyelashes.

“These,” he grabbed onto the waistband of your tracksuit pants, “off.”

“Yes sir.” As soon as you uttered the phrase you noticed a lustful darkness flash in your fiancé’s gaze, one which he, much to your surprise, suppressed and shook his head.

“Y/N don’t do this to me, or you will not get up ‘til sunset.”

“If that’s your plan, would I even be able to get up?”

“And that’s why I want to make love, Y/N. I want to love you quietly… lie down for me, darling?” he requested, interlacing his urge with the words of one of your favourite poets. A tenderness in his directing you, how he reduced the bottoms and panties he had hooked along with them to a mere accessory on the floor, and how he caressed your thighs, revering every detail, was leaving you breathless. But, just as he was approaching your exposed, aroused sex, you called out to him, reaching for the hand that was resting on your leg.

“Then look at me.”

“Hm?”

“I want to see your pretty face, love.”

The dimples that fell into his cheeks as he beamed at you, crawling up to be right by your side much like a cat would, and letting you roll over so that you were nose to nose, sharing hot breath, made you fall in love again. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say ‘rise’ in love, for when you were like this, vulnerable, and yet so totally safe, you felt like you were soaring.

San took no time in finding your lips, relishing in the stifled moan that escaped you as his fingers teased your moistened labia. A leg resting over his, you were enamoured with the gentleness of his worship of you. The tip of his tongue begged for entrance and elicited a muted sigh as it entered to explore you. With an approving hum, San curled his digits and let your walls clench around him, as he proceeded to set an unhurried pace, knowing you, knowing how to coax out every feeble mewl and build you up to an unforgettable ruin. You had the luxury of time, every worry replaced with the opportunity to connect and combine into one.

There was an added pleasure that came with the surpassing of the excitement of your relationship’s novelty. The intricate mapping of your fantasies had now taken on a new level of complexity, and the sequences transformed into a language only you and San shared. Delighted in the lewdness of sound that was produced by the relaxed pumping of his fingers into you, the gorgeous man further deepened your kiss by taking the strings of his hoodie, now adorning your frame, and drawing you in. Whatever illusion of space between was now entirely gone, and all that existed for you was San’s touch, San’s fragrance, San’s body heat, and the knot in your stomach that was getting tighter his thumb ran circles over your aroused clit.

There was no urgency in his movement as he unravelled you, even though, as you adjusted your positioning, you became aware his stiff erection. The sudden friction caused San to gasp, and, when you brushed your leg against his again, to test the waters, he pleaded, voice ragged and airy:

“Let me take care of you, honey.”

“But San-” you protested, hand palming his length, but denied as he kissed the response away from you.

“You’ll help me out with that later.”

“But I can get an early start.” A final attempt, only spurring San on to push his fingers deeper into you, massaging your pussy until he hit your most sensitive spot, earning a yelp and an approaching tender pulsation.

“Needy for this cock, huh?”

“Ah…What happened to… mfph… sentimental lover boy?” you joked through shallow breaths, choking out every word as you clung onto San’s t-shirt for support in your approaching high.

“I’m still here. Still here… You look beautiful, Y/N… taking my fingers so well, dressed up in my hoodie…” he praised, emphasising his role in your unwinding. Gazing at the love bites he had left on your soft skin through hooded, lust-filled fog, he was motivated to give you any satisfaction you could possibly desire.

“Sannie, please… ah that feels so good…”

“Please what, darling? Hm, tell me.”

Continuing to relentlessly abuse your g-spot, San sweetly took in your writhing form, enjoying the power that he had in this moment, while a ray of the morning sun crept across the floor towards you, traversing the territory of the living room like a foolishly courageous voyeur.

“Faster, please…”

“But it’s so early sweetheart, don’t you want to take it easy?” he inquired, knowing full well that you would not give him a well-structured response, intoxicated by the intensifying arousal, climbing closer and closer to a climax.

“Ah… please… Mm… I need…”

“Elaborate, or I cannot heed to your caprices.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Is that so? Well, I can’t deny you anything, my love.”

Reduced to a whimpering mess, you waited with bated breath as San shuffled to finally push down his trousers and reveal his throbbing member, now adorned with rivulets of pre-cum after having been left abandoned while his digits satisfied you. In a matter of seconds, you could feel its tip against your folds, gliding up and down the slick until you inadvertently bucked your hips towards him, unable to hold on for any longer without a stronger stimulation. Luckily, San was in a loving mood, and submitted to your silent begging. Soon enough, he began to drive into you, so agonisingly slow so as to not force how perfectly your pussy accepted him, and once his pelvis was flush against yours, embraced you. He strived to have you entirely, as if, even when you were with him, he missed you.

Overwhelmed by the fullness your head tilted forward, your forehead meeting San’s as he barely withdrew his cock, and re-entered you, mumbling fuzzy words of praise at how well you were taking him, and just how heavenly your soaked cunt was as he went deeper, rocking his hips upwards to drown himself in your heat.

The world on fire, skin lapping against skin like waves of a mountainous current, painting the landscape in the hues of a blazing sunrise, much like how hedonistic desire washed over you. It grew at an alarming speed until it was threatening to bloom, a crimson rose of undying attraction and adoration for the man who was offering himself to you as your cunt clamped around him. San was entranced by you, and wanted more than what ‘more’ could signify, lifting your leg and throwing it over his to bring you to your sensual demise. Your grasp of his tee tightened as the pounding became hungrier, and you dropped the act of being able to contain a portion of your moans, letting the salacious melodies go right by San’s ears, interlaced with expletives and your beloved’s name.

With every affirmation to roll off your tongue that he had only recently confronted with his own, he would grind harder into you with ease, now that you were propped up just how he wanted you. San could never get enough of your flushed cheeks as the ripples of pleasure ran through you, with his cock rendering you speechless, muscles tightening in anticipation of a crashing orgasm. Only feeble, high-pitched gasps bounced around the walls of the living room, blending into the warm ambiance as your climax hit you – a monsoon, the season controlled by none other than your fiancé, who kept up his flow, mumbling barely coherent phrases:

“So gorgeous, my love, that’s right. Come for me, come over my cock-”

It was not long after your orgasm that his thrusts lost their steadiness, San’s grip on your thigh grew unbelievably tight and he dived to find stability in the dip between your shoulder and neck, leaving feathery kisses and biting the area to suppress his low grunts, now turned to helpless moans that served to prolong your own high.

The erratic motions of his hips culminated in a series of deeper thrusts as he buried his dick as deep as he could inside you, groaning as ropes of cum painted your still-pulsating walls, that seemed to be pleading for more, greedily taking every drop. You rolled your lower half a couple of times, ecstatic from the dizzying fullness that his cock and thick release provided, causing some of the cum to ooze out, threatening to coat your inner thighs. San had no plans on moving, at least not until mist lifted from his consciousness, and he could conjure up at least one thought that did not relate to having you again.

While his dick twitched inside you, you attempted to remain as still as possible, regaining San’s attention by whispering his name. Through half-lidded eyes he gazed back, sending you a shy smile so endearing, and so much brighter than every star, contrasting the remnants of earlier intimacy in the form of a bead of sweat that concealed itself under the hair that fell over his face, and the reddened, plump lips.

“San?”

“Hmm?”

“I’d say I’m very warm now.” He chuckled, making you bashfully glance off to the side, catching the reflection of the sky in the coffee table. The simple ability to hear San’s husky voice as he drifted with you in post-coital bliss, an arm lazily resting on your waist, was a blessing.

“Anytime, my love.” He matched your lightheartedness and squeezed your side.

Your precious sun and moon. The one with whom your heart beat in unison, the one who had read you like a novel, front to back, back to front until he could recount every detail better than you ever could. Time stood still as you lied there, on the couch, sharing addictive nectar and basking in the afterglow. The day only beginning, the room decorated in a light gold hue. Unwilling to part just yet, you shared another kiss with San, in adoration for how the early morning haze entranced you.

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justmeinadaze · 5 months

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Can I request a steddie fix basically it’s the end of season 4 where reader is saying Eddie and they’re really in love and he does in the upside down and Steve has to like drag her out. Then maybe something happens in the future where Steve comforts her and then end up sleeping together and dating and then maybe they figure out how to get back into the upside down and Kas Eddie/Eddie ( who survived ) see them together and gets jealous and yeah whatever from there :)

I hope I did you justice! :)

Mine (Vampire Eddie X Y/N)

Warnings: Vampire Eddie X Human Fem Reader, SMUT, of the rougher variety between Eddie and Y/N, biting (of course), mentions of drinking blood on both sides, brief mentions of intimacy between Steve and reader, ANGST, Reader dreams of Eddie's death multiple times, Eddie is definitely jealous and possessive especially at first. mentions of events in the show, mentions on grief and the pain of losing a partner (feeling numb, lost).

Word Count: 3246

“No! No, Steve, please!”

“Y/N, we can’t stay here! We have to go back!”

“We can’t leave him here! Please! I love him!”

You bolt upright in your bed, screaming Eddie’s name as the upside down faded around you and your room fully came into view.

It had only been a few months since your battle with Vecna but the nightmares were still consistent. It played out the same every time. Eddie riding away from you with one of the bikes that had been abandoned out front. You catching up to him just as the bats were swarming him. You trying to fight with him only to be pinned down as well. Hearing the sound of his screams as they bit into him while you waited for your turn.

Just as you were about to be their next meal, the storm dissipated and there was a loud crashing thud as the bats fell from the sky. You crawled over to him and tenderly turned his face to meet yours as you watched him struggle through the pain.

“Baby…baby, please. I love you so much. Just hang on, ok?”

“Okay.” His eyes scanned over you as his shaky fingers caressed the reddening skin around your neck. “Idiot.”, he chuckled, coughing on his blood.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”, you forced a smile.

“Mine.”, he whispered with a smile of his own.

The gang found you guys like that and you begged Steve to save him, to bring him back with you but he couldn’t. They didn’t have the strength to carry all of you through. The girls helped maneuver Dustin while Steve lifted you in his arms.

“STEVE! NO!! NO PLEASE!”

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”, he cried. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Rising to your feet, you shuffle into the bathroom and get ready to begin your day.

***

Every day since your boyfriend Eddie Munson had died felt like it dragged on into eternity without him there to make you laugh or smile. You missed his corny jokes or his passion when he would tell you about a D&D campaign he was working on. You constantly felt like you were living in a trance, walking around on autopilot as you did your job at the local Hawkins market before heading home to curl up in bed where you would put on one of his shirts and cry yourself to sleep. You prayed you would dream about his arms wrapped around you or his soft kisses and whispers of adoration that warmed your heart but every night the dream remained the same.

“Hey honey.”

“Shit.”, you jumped as you dropped the stock you were holding. “Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…”

“No, no. It’s ok. I should have cleared my throat or something. You seemed kind of lost in thought.”

“Yeah…I always am these days. I just—”

“You miss him. I understand that.”, he sighs as he bends down to help pick up some of the boxes that had fallen from your grasp. “Dustin misses him to. Today I went over to his place and he tried to explain some of his nerdy game to me. It just, woooo, went right over my head.”, he chuckles before offering you a soft smile. “But I’m trying, ya know.”

“You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.”

“Y/N, I was thinking, how much do you know about Eddie’s game?”

“Dungeons & Dragons? Oof Not enough to actually play but he always explained it to make sense.”, you giggle at the memory.

“Do you want to maybe come over or I can come to you and you can just give me a quick rundown? That way Dustin and I can play.”

“Um… yeah. I don’t see why not. I get off at about 7.”

***

The two of you giggled as Steve poured you another glass of whiskey while you tried going over the information you gave him again.

“Ok so if Kas is a vampire then why did Max make fun of me when I thought Vecna was?!”

“Because at the time, goof, we didn’t know what he was. Plus, if he was a vampire we’d see more of the people we lost.” Your mood shifts as the realization of what you said sunk in. “Eddie always liked Kas… I think he used him in that last campaign he did with Hellfire. They thought Kas had killed Vecna but he was still alive. Well, till the team finished him off. I mean Lady Applejack.”, you smile as you take a sip of your beverage.

“Lady Applejack?”

“Erica.”

“Oh. I like that. That’s cute.”, Steve grins. “Did you have a name?”

“Eddie always said I was Y/N the Devine. My character would be an oracle who could see the future.”, you laughed. “He always thought it was funny I could remember all my dreams. He said if anything ever happened to him…he’d talk to me through them.”

Placing his drink on the table, the man beside you collects you into his strong arms as you sob.

“It’s ok, Y/N. Everything’s ok.”

“I miss him so much, Steve.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t get him back to you.”

Wiping your eyes, you lean back as you sigh, scanning the man over as he reached for his glass and chugged back what was left inside. Drunk on the liquor and your grief, you didn’t think twice as your palm grasped Steve’s chin, turning him to face you, and crashing your lips to his.

“Y/N…Y/N wait. W-What are you doing?”, he breathed as he hovered near your mouth, his hand petting your head as he moved your hair away from your face.

“I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted to feel something other then my pain for once. I’m sorry, Steve.”

Lifting you in his arms, he carried you to his bedroom, and made love to you till you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

***

Your eyes shot open at the sound of thunder, red lightening briefly illuminating the sky before it disappeared behind the black clouds. You could still feel Steve’s arms around your hip but something wasn’t right. His room seemed darker and grungier than when you fell asleep.

As your gaze shifted around taking everything in, you were startled by a figure at the end of the bed.

“E-E-Eddie?”

His long hair was blocking most of his face but you could just barely make out his lips formed into a thin line. His outfit was torn and caked in blood where the bats had bit into him. A low growl left his throat before he turned around and slowly left the room.

Quickly, you threw off the covers, grabbing one of Steve’s shirts and throwing it over your head as you followed him down the stairs. When you turned a corner into the kitchen, he was suddenly gone.

“Eddie? Baby, where are you?”

In the blink of an eye, a hand grabbed your arm, turning you around roughly and pinning you to the wall. You panicked for only a moment, reaching out to caress his face.

“I-It’s me, baby. Do you remember? Y/N?!” As you began to cry, his hand released you just long enough to dry you tears with his fingers. “I miss you so much. Sometimes…sometimes I wish I had died with you.”

Snaking his palm to the back of your head, his thumb was still long enough to run along your bottom lip.

“Mine.”

Your eyes shot open as you began to scream, scaring Steve awake as he tried to calm you.

“Y/N! It’s ok! Everything’s ok! You’re safe, honey…you’re safe.”, he cooed as he held you to his chest.

“He…he…he was here, Steve. Eddie was here. I saw him. He was right here in your room.”

“Y/N, it was just a dream. You’re alright.”

“No! No…”, you cried as you jumped out of bed and flew down his stairs. Your eyes scanned his kitchen but everything was as it had been last night. When you turned back around you were met with concerned honey eyes. “I’m not crazy, Steve! I swear…I could feel him. He was so cold and he smelled metallic like blood. We have to go back.”

“What? Y/N, no.”, the man said sternly as he grabbed your arm. After glaring at his hand, he immediately let you go but hurriedly followed after you as you ran back up the stairs to get your clothes. “You can’t go there alone.”, he sighed as he began getting put together as well.

“Steve, I’ll be fine—”

“This isn’t a debate, Y/N. If you insist on going back there then I’m going with you.”

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The sound of Eddie’s old trailer door squeaked loudly as Steve cautiously pulled it open. Wayne had been moved to a new place a long time ago and the people at the lab had long abandoned this place, closing down the park as a whole so no one would come this way. Of course, that didn’t stop some of the high school kids from sneaking in and spray painting “FREAK” on the side under his window.

You glanced around the dark interior as memories flashed through your mind, his bedroom door still open as if waiting for its occupant to return home. You actually hadn’t been in his room since he was on the run. A strong urge coursed through you to go look but you pushed it down as you watched Steve grab a chair and hoist himself through the hole in the ceiling before falling on his feet on the other side.

“Wait there ok? I’ll take a look and if I find anything I’ll come get you.”

You nodded silently praying as he disappeared.

***

Bat drawn, Steve slowly opened the trailer door and maneuvered down the steps. With just a quick glance everything looked the same as they had left it a few months ago. Breaking into a sprint, he ran to where he knew Eddie’s body would be. Hell, he had nightmares to of your screams when they pried your hand from the metalhead’s. He blamed himself constantly but he didn’t know how to make it up to you.

Was there a way to make up for something like that?

He always saw you on his way to work as you stocked shelves in the front window of the market. Your eyes that were once so full of life seemed empty now. When you told him last night you just wanted to feel something, he desperately wanted to help. You clung to him so tightly after every orgasm he gave you, as if he too would be gone when the pleasant feeling ended.

Steve couldn’t help but wonder if you would allow him to take you on a proper date. You were always so kind to everyone and extremely beautiful. It didn’t surprise him that Eddie was drawn to you. He didn’t want you to feel like he used you last night just because the opportunity arose. He genuinely wouldn’t mind getting to know you better and maybe the two of you could heal together.

As his feet skidded to a stop, Steve’s eyes widened as he looked around.

The makeshift shield and weapon he and Henderson had made were laying haphazardly on the ground next to where Eddie’s body should have been but was now vacant.

“Y/N.”, he whispered, running back towards the trailer.

***

Steve said to stay put but it wouldn’t hurt for you to look around his room. You of all people knew it wasn’t very far from the living area.

Memories hit you like a ton of a bricks; a montage of a life you no longer had or would have.

“Eddie! Stop!”, you giggled as he pretended to nibble on your neck. “That feels weird.”

“You’re weird! It’s supposed to be sexy, sweetheart.”

You smile as he stands in the middle of his room playing his guitar while obnoxiously singing in your direction.

“I can see what you're looking for I know what you want from me.”

Eddie bends down till his face is just inches from yours and your smile widens.

“And I'm gonna give you more

I'm gonna slide it in, right to the top Slide it in, I ain't never gonna stop.”

“You’re a pervert you know that?!”

“I love you to!”

Your fingers gently trace his tattoos including the one he had just gotten fairly recently of your name near his heart while Eddie played with your hair. You wanted to do the same but you knew your mom would kill you if she ever found out you got a tattoo.

“What are you thinking about, babe?”

The metalhead takes a long drag of his cigarette before squishing it in the nearby ashtray.

“I’m going to graduate this year, princess. Once I get that fucking diploma, I’ll get a good job so we can move into our own place and I can take care of you.”

As you tilt your head to look up him, he does the same and leans down to kiss your lips.

“Then we’ll get married and pop out a bunch of kids.”

“Oh?”, you laugh as he holds you tighter. “You’re just excited to make them but you won’t be pushing them out!”

The tears started to fall as you slowly took everything in, walking towards his closet, and allowing your fingers to graze his clothes. Everything still smelled so much like him and it killed you.

“Y/N?!”

You head turned at the sound of Steve shouting your name and you hastily ran to the hallway, freezing when you realized you saw a figure staring up into the gate, smirking. As his head fell back down, Eddie’s smile faded as his eyes met yours.

“Am…Am I dreaming again?”

Moving in a blur, you were abruptly lifted off your feet and slammed down hard onto the mattress with him on top of you pinning your wrists. Almost like a feral animal, he pressed his nose to your neck before sniffing along your cheek up to your hair.

“Mine.”, Eddie growled.

“Always.”, you replied in fear at this new behavior. “I’ve always been yours.”

“LIAR!”, he shouts making you jump.

“No! No, Eddie. Wh-what happened with Steve and I…I was the first time. I swear. I ju-just wanted to feel something. I’ve been so numb since I lost you. I thought about you every day!”

Your boyfriend continued glare at you with angry vacant eyes that broke your heart.

“Do you even remember me?” When he doesn’t respond, you push against his hold on one of your hands and to your surprise he lets it go. Pulling at the collar of his shirt, you point to your name along his skin. “Y/N. That’s me, baby.”

Lifting your shirt, you exposed the new tattoo of his name you had gotten on your heart a week after he died. He blinked a couple of times as if trying to gather his thoughts or even gather as many memories as he could. His cold fingers caressed the ink making you shudder as palm grazed your breast.

Something that looked like recognition flashed through his eyes before they darkened once more and he pinned you back down against his bed.

“Mine.”

Aggressively, he rips your shirt causing you to groan as his tongue licks up your chest to your throat. Your legs clasp around his waist as he grinds against your center while your hips begin to roll to meet his movements.

“Mine…”, Eddie murmurs one last time before you feel something sharp break the skin on your neck.

“Ah! E-Eddie…what are you…fuck…”

The man’s large palm holds your head still as slurping sounds fill your ears. Your body suddenly feels like it’s on fire and the only thing that can ease the burn is him. Reaching between you two, you fumble with his belt and push down his pants before doing the same with your own. He grunts into your neck as you guide him into your entrance, his pace promptly setting at hard and rough.

“Yes, baby, please. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I missed you so much.”

“Mmm—Y/N.”

Tears flooded your face at the sound of him saying your name and abruptly clung to your back as he flipped over placing you on top of him. After lifting off his shirt, he slashed his nail along your name on his flesh and forcefully yanked your lips to the wound.

“Princess…mine. You…drink.”

Eddie mewled as your tongue collected some of the dark blood that had fallen down his chest and his grip on your head loosened as he ran his fingers through your hair. As you began to drink from him, your hips began to bounce allowing his cock to punch into the sensitive spot inside you driving you crazy.

“Fuck…pretty girl. That’s…it.”

A loud crashing sound echoed from living room but it didn’t phase either of you as Eddie began thrusting upward to meet your movements.

“Y/N.”, Steve winced as he hobbled into the room.

Shakily, he reached for your arm but just as his fingers touched your bicep, you came off Eddie with a pop and violently pushed the boy’s chest, hurtling him onto the floor near the closet.

“Mine.”, you snarled, baring a new set of fangs that frightened Steve in his place.

The metalhead chuckled as he swiveled you back to face him, passionately kissing your lips as he pounded up into you. Your body trembled as you both climaxed together; just how you were meant to be…together.

Panting, you fell to his side and began to whine as your body curled into a ball. Eddie sat up and swung his feet over the edge before reaching for the long abandoned pack of cigarettes on his nightstand and lighting the end.

“What did you do to her?”, Steve murmured as he listened to you moan in what sounded like pain.

The metalhead glanced in your direction before taking a drag of the smoke in his hand.

“I made her mine forever.”

“You…you’re hurting her…”

“Hmm nah. Baby girl is just hungry. Would you like to ease her pain, Stevie? Seems like something you’re interested in now a days.”

“I don’t want to be whatever you are.”

“Trust me, you won’t be. We need you as is anyway for what’s about to happen.”

“Wh-What’s about to happen?”

Smirking, Eddie tapped your hip and you rolled over, sliding to the floor, and crawling slowly over to him.

“Please…hungry.”, you begged with wide eyes. “Hurts.”

Clenching his jaw, Steve rolled up his sleeve and offered you his wrist which you gladly accepted as you brought it to your lips and curled up in lap. The boy grunt as you fed, leaning his head against the wall so he could glare at Eddie.

“He’s alive, Steve. I can feel it.”

“Who is?”

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he sighs in slight annoyance that he even has to tell him. Sliding on to the floor as well, he places himself right in front of him, and pries your teeth from his arm. With a small, content smile, you lean your forehead into Steve’s neck and fall into the most peaceful sleep you had had in months. Eddie grins softly as he caresses your cheek before meeting the other man’s eyes with a stern look of his own.

“Vecna.”

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ameliagiovanna0 · 9 months

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Chenford Week 2023 - Day 3: Something’s Missing Day (Incorrect Quotes)

When I Taste Tequila

Lucy comes home tipsy and has an interesting question for Tim.

Based on a tweet from @IncorrectRookie

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Tim tried to distract himself. He wasn’t worried or concerned, just bored. Maybe a little antsy. He got used to spending his nights with Lucy, but she wanted to have a girls night. And he wasn’t about to beg her not to go, even though he desperately wanted to.

So, he waited. He changed into Lucy’s favorite pair of his sweats and propped himself up on the couch with Kojo and a beer. He was attempting to pay attention to the Rams game on the TV, but his mind was elsewhere.

Nearing halftime, he heard shuffling. Keys clanging together and against the wood of the door, hushed voices, a few giggles, and eventually a thud.

Kojo jumped down and started toward the door, tilting his head. Putting his beer down, Tim followed after him as the door swung open, “Tiiimmmyyy-“

“Hi, babe,” Tim said as he stared at the women in front of him, Lucy slumped against Angela’s side, trying to balance herself on one foot while trying to take off one of her shoes.

Lucy, having managed to get the shoe off, haphazardly tossed them in the direction of the shoe rack. She pulled her arm from around Angela’s shoulders - where she’d draped it in hopes of getting Lucy from the car to the house in one piece - and stumbled toward Tim. She wrapped herself around him, somewhat akin to an overly affectionate koala. He held her against his chest, her chin tilted up to look at him as her hands ran up and down the planes of his back under his shirt.

“Oo! Hi, Koj, I missed you!” Lucy squealed at the dog staring at her in utter confusion.

Tim managed to grab her before her body slumped to the floor to reach their fur baby. She drummed her fingers against his skin and continued to stare up at him.

“Ange?” he prodded, brushing the hair out of Lucy’s face.

“Tequila.”

“Ah.”

He looked down at the women pressed against him as she giggled at… him? Kojo? Tequila? He wasn’t sure, “Did you have fun?”

“Oo, yeah! We did trivia and then we did shots!”

“Shots, huh?”

“Mm hmm,” she giggled, twisting her fingers in the hem of his t-shirt, “Well, me and Nyla did. Angela was being boring.”

Angela shook her head, “Sometimes, I really hate breastfeeding.”

He nodded in response. At least they had a designated driver and didn’t have to bother with Uber.

“Thanks, Ange,” he said.

Even if Lucy was going to have a massive headache in the morning and he missed her like hell for the three and a half hours she was gone, he was glad she had fun and that Angela had her back. After previous experiences, Lucy became weary of bars and drinks and going out.

While Tim had known Angela for fifteen years, she and Lucy had only known each other for four. But the bond they formed in that time was something Tim would never take for granted. They trusted each other. Lucy trusted Angela to have her back, even if it was just to watch the bartender pour her drink or look after it while she went to the bathroom.

She saluted them with an amused smile before turning back toward the half open door and making her way back to her car.

“How many shots did you do?” Tim asked as he tried to maneuver her further into the house.

She stumbled over her own feet as he tried to aim her in the direction of their bedroom.

“Mm, like five…maybe? I had tequila. I like tequila.”

“I know you do,” he chuckled.

“Angela made me try mezcal too.”

“Did she now?”

“Did you know it’s made from worms? Where are we going?”

“It’s not made from worms, babe,” he replied, trying not to laugh at her alcohol induced childlike state.

“Yeah, there was a worm in the bottle,” she grumbled, an adorable pout on her lips.

“They put those in after it’s made. It’s just a gimmick.”

He managed to guide her far enough into the bedroom for her to flop on the bed, her hair falling in a halo against the comforter behind her head. Kojo followed after them, sniffing Lucy’s ankle, seemingly trying to make sure she was ok.

“Hiiii, puppers!” she squealed, rather unceremoniously starching the top of his head.

He bristled when her pinky finger inadvertently made contact with his cornea and trotted off to his bed in the corner of the room.

“It was kinda cute.”

“The worm?” He wasn’t sure if she was talking about Kojo or the worm. Knowing Lucy, especially tipsy Lucy, it could be either.

“Mm hmm… would you still love me if I was a worm?”

He chuckled from where he stood in front of her, his hand on his hips, taking her in, “Bold of you to assume there’s a universe where I wouldn’t love you.”

She sat up, making herself dizzy, “You do love me?”

He took a step forward, now desperately trying not to laugh, “Yes, I do. Luce, I’ve loved you for years. If that ring on your finger is any indication.”

Her eyes grew comically wide as she pulled her right hand out in front of her, searching for the ring he claimed was there.

“Other hand,” he encouraged.

Her other hand made its way into her field of vision, almost making her fall backward, having forgotten she was using it to support her weight.

“Oo, pretty!”

“I’m glad you think so,” Tim said, finally letting a half a laugh escape him.

“When did that get there?” Lucy asked, pulling her hand closer to her face to examine the sparkly object.

“Few months ago," he said, grabbing one of his sweatshirts from the dresser, “Come on. Time for bed.”

She tore her attention away from her ring long enough to look at Tim, “Are you coming too?”

“Yep, I’m coming too.”

“Good.”

“Come on,” he said, motioning for her to stand up.

She slowly, and rather ungracefully, stood up.

“Arms up,” Tim said tugging at the hem of her blouse.

She raised her arms and he pulled the fabric off her body. He popped the clasp on her bra and tossed both items to the floor, “Sit down.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, pouting at him, “I wanna sleep, Tim.”

“You can’t go to bed in jeans, Luce.”

He eventually freed her of the rest of her clothing and replaced it with his sweatshirt. He tucked her into the covers and crawled in behind her.

She plastered herself against his side, her head on his chest and her leg between his. He thought she was asleep until he heard her soft, somewhat slurred voice, “So you would still love me if I was a worm?”

#finally getting some more of these posted #chenfordweek23 #ameliagiovanna writes #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #angela lopez #kojo the dog #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #chenford fanfiction #amelia's chenfordweek23

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myfanfictions · 4 months

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Pool Party with the Barca Boys

Chapter 5

Y/N’s POV

In the corner of my eye I saw Frenkie sneak out of the room, where we’d just been together.

The whole encounter had left me a little dehydrated and I could still feel his salty fluids on my lips. As I bent over to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, I felt Frenkie pressing up against me, whispering “are you gonna finish what you started”, in my ear.

I smirked and muttered “you’d like that wouldn’t you”, while walking away.

After downing my glass of water, I went back to the pool where the boys were, yet again, wrapped up in a heated game of pool football.

I lay down on a pool bed and put my sunglasses on.

In the background I could hear the boys being rowdy and smacking the ball every now and then.

I was basking in the sun and wasn’t complaining about the company I was with.

Smack.

The football crashed to the ground beside me with a powerful thud, its force reverberating through the air.

I lazily take off my shades, to see that Marc was the one responsible for sending the football my way.

“Is there a problem chica?”, he asks with a smirk.

“No not I all”, I say, while flinging the ball in his direction.

“What’s a girl gotta do for a bit of peace and quiet around here”, I sighed.

I’d been seated for a minute or so, when the ball flew in my direction, yet again. This time I saw that Héctor was the one who sent the ball in my direction.

He looked at me with sparkling eyes, when I threw the ball back at him.

I laid back on the bed, just for the ball to make its way to me, every five minutes or so. A different guy being the perpetrator each time.

“Guys, stop trying to get my sister’s attention, are we here to play ball, or to flirt?”

Chuckles could be heard from several directions, after Gavi had said what was on everyone’s mind.

“Or you could stop playing football for a minute, so that I could finally swim in the pool too”.

“Sure, come in”, João said.

I approached the pool and dipped one toe in, the guys looking at me expectantly.

“The water’s freezing, I don’t understand how you guys have been in the water for the last couple of hours”.

“I could keep you warm”, said João.

“Oh can you now”.

“You know what I think, someone just needs to throw you in”, said Héctor.

“Oh god”, I sighed.

Before I knew it, Héctor was standing behind me and had his arms wrapped around me.

“Aaah”, I let out a squeal of surprise, “let me go, you’re freezing!”

“Not unless you join us in the pool” he said.

I broke free from grasp, “not unless you can catch me” I yelled.

I lasted 20 meters, before Héctor appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

We were standing right on the edge of the pool, when Héctor leaned over, leaving me to dangle over the pool.

“Oh my god”, I yelped, “stop” Héctor.

He pulled me back into his embrace.

Then pushed me forward, I felt my body leaping, thinking this would be the push that’d land me in the pool.

“Please Héctor, please please please, let me go, I don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

He lowered his voice and muttered “you like begging huh, what would you give, for me to not push you in the pool?”

“Anything, Héctor, please it took me four hours to get ready this morning.”

“Too bad”, he murmured, letting go of me and pushing me into the pool.

“Ahhh, nooo”, I yelped, as I felt myself falling.

That inconsiderate douchebag, guys will never understand how much time it takes us girls to get ready, especially if we’ve made an effort to get all dolled up.

I swam to the stairs and stormed off.

#héctor fort #marc guiu fanfic #hectorfortsmut #hectorfortfanfic #hectorfort x reader #marc guiu x reader #frenkiedejong fanfic #fcbarcelonafanfic #football imagine #gavi x reader #pedri x reader #joao felix x reader #gavi fanfic #pedri fanfic #joaocancelofanfic #pedri smut

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djolikejoe · 9 months

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Hello Joe Nation, long time lurker, first time poster. Dedicated to my bestie who knew I'd love Joe while I tried (and failed) to resist him. He is inevitable🫶

Intentionally, you were trying not to remember things about him. And not even just to play hard to get. He’d have to show interest in you for you even to start that game. Instead, this was all a desperate attempt to fight off your growing feelings for him.

He’d hit you like a truck.

You were working together on a small indie drama. The film's plot follows your character, who meets Joe’s character at a hostel in Berlin, and their subsequent relationship. And the weird thing was, you were never into actors. You spent too much time around them as one, and your peers were typically perpetual theatre kids and the fruits of nepotism. The acting world was a small, incestuous bubble, and you didn’t like hanging out around it more than you had to.

But Joe.

Joe was so…different. So relaxed and laid back but simultaneously so high-strung and particular. You liked his complexity. That one moment, he’d be a serious, pretentious actor thoughtfully answering a question, then after, be he’d outside, mainlining a shitty corner store coffee in-between pounds of his Puff bar. That he’d affectionately moaned and groaned at you for ordering off the children’s menu at a nice restaurant, only a few hours later, be one shot away from taking his top off and joining the middle-aged ladies he’d helped get on top of the bar. He was playful and fun but still kind and compassionate.

You’d started feeling something for him in the middle of filming—two days into a week-long filming stint of a scene where Joe’s character goes down on yours. It wasn’t that filming it made you feel incredibly sexy, or he’d indicated any sort of attraction to you while you were working. It was so much worse than that.

He was respectful. Beyond respectful. Professional.

After a day of being at eye level with your pussy, he hadn’t been weird. He was exactly how he’d been otherwise when you wrapped for the day. Vape in hand and back in his blue jeans and button-up, asking you if you wanted to share a car back to the hotel. He sat the usual space away from you the whole ride, conversing normally with you and the driver. He casually offered if you wanted to join him and his assistant for dinner at the tapas place across the street, just like he did most Friday nights.

When you sat with him outside while he had his pre-dinner, hand-rolled cigarette, that’s when you think you fell. He started talking while he rolled, both of you watching him stuff the tobacco into the paper with expert precision. You’d spent so much time with him that you’d seen him do this so often that it dawned on you that he was rolling far slower than you knew he could.

“And, uh,” he cleared his throat, and his big, brown eyes flashed to yours before he started again. “If, like, you feel weird or anything after today…” He was focused back on his hands, but your gaze stayed on his face. “We don’t have to..like, I know we’re friends, but…”

You knew something was wrong when you felt disappointed at that word. Friends.

“Like, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to–I don’t know.” Joe sighed, fished rolling, and turned his face back to yours. You had to fight yourself to hold his eye. “I just want you to feel comfortable around me.”

“I do,” you answered without thinking. You would have been embarrassed by the sudden admission, but the smile Joe rewarded you with after such a genuine answer made your heart thud in your chest. You wanted to kiss him and throw up all at the same time. There was a heat in your cheeks that you couldn’t get to subside all night. It was made worse when the two of you went inside and met up with his assistant. At the last second, right before he was going to take the seat across from you, he changed his mind and scooted in on the other side of you in the small booth. He was so close you could feel his thigh next to yours. You hoped you were as good of an actress as you thought because, by the sixth plate of tapas, you’d realized just how much you liked Joe and how much of it you’d been stuffing down and ignoring before.

That night, you didn’t say much at dinner. Just smiled and laughed along with whatever stories Joe and Aly, his assistant, told you from the Stranger Things press tour. Joe noticed, of course. And after you’d dropped Aly off at her room on the eighth floor, he turned to you as the elevator kept climbing.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You were so lost in your head you didn’t hear him the first time. You realized he was talking to you only after he said your name twice.

“I asked if you were alright; you seem…distracted?” Joe said it tenderly, without judgment, and full of genuine concern.

“No, yeah, I’m good. Just,” you paused, needing to escape the heat of Joe’s gaze. You wondered if he’d always been that intense with eye contact or if he was just that skeptical of you. Once, in the safely pretending to stare off into space, you started again. “Homesick, I guess.” you shrug, trying to blink away some of the fog in your brain to convince him.

Joe observed you, eyes searching your face. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer, but the elevator dinged to his floor before he could ask anything else.

“Well…if you’re okay?” He swung one arm out to hold the elevator door open after he stepped out.

“Definitely.” Your stomach knotted at the lie. Joe narrowed his eyes but removed his arm to watch you as the door closed.

Once it shut, you could hear him burst into laughter at the interaction. You could only get yourself to smile a little. Because you knew you could never have him.

Things only got worse from there. You tried to remain normal about him, but it wasn’t going well. You’d feel sick every time you saw him and the constant performance around him–and the actual performance of your role in the film–you were exhausted. So, you started avoiding him as casually as you could. You passed on your usual Friday night plans and only took him up if a larger group was going. It was hard to find good enough excuses; you didn’t know many people in Germany, and Joe knew that. He was also very hard to say no to, especially when you were trying not to fall in love with him.

But you’d made it to the wrap party only having slipped and gone out with him three times. There was a noticeable difference between the two of you at the party; the nosiest of your costars were sure to ask about it. You avoided their questions with polite laughter and a quick escape.

Calling it an early night was the best move. You’d started your goodbyes so you could end with Joe, trying to find some subtle way to tell him that he’d been wonderful and you were the weird one.

When you reached the bottom of a long list, and only he remained, you couldn’t find him. You thought you had nailed a good enough goodbye speech and were repeating it repeatedly in your head as you searched for him.

You probably should have started with the balconies as the prime smoke break location, but you didn’t think of it till you’d searched the whole venue twice. You could smell the cigarette when you opened the door, and you smiled to yourself. This would be a good, friendly goodbye. You could leave him–and your feelings–on good terms here in Germany and move on.

But as you stepped out and turned to find him, your stomach dropped.

Joe’s hands were knotted in long, dark hair as his lips melted with hers. You didn’t recognize her, not from filming and not from her dress in the crowd of the party. They were clearly occupied, and you scurried away. You went straight to the front door and the yard to wait for your car. You were thanking whatever divine intervention had put Joe facing the back garden as you shivered in the night air.

After that, you dove into work. You were trying to distract yourself with the distance and new roles. You felt better, more yourself by the time it came around for the press tour again. You thought you were completely, utterly over Joe. The two of you hadn’t spoken much since filming wrapped. He texted you the day following the wrap party, disappointed he missed you before you left. You politely returned the sentiment. Beyond that, he’d sent something here or there. You’d respond appropriately, but…not quite like before. Distance still had to be managed. Thank God he wasn’t really on social media, or you weren’t sure you would have been to move on at all.

Except.

You’re not over him.

Not really.

It certainly didn't feel like it when you open the door to your interview with him, and he excitedly gasps, “There she is!”

It didn't feel like it when he hugged you close and rubbed a hand up and down your back. And it didn't feel like it when he pulled away, looked you directly in the eye, and told you. “God, I’ve missed you.”

You let yourself fall back into him–just a little, just for the sake of the movie promotion. You played someone in love; you might as well milk it for all its worth on the press tour.

Joe seemed to realize you’d let part of your guard down, and he relished having some semblance of your personality back. The two of you giggled through interviews, bantering and learning silly facts about each other. You also learned Joe had seen your newest project. He raved about it when an interviewer mentioned it, and for a moment, you let yourself believe all the compliments he was paying you.

The problem was that his words felt so genuine. He felt so genuine.

That terrified you. When this was all over, your feelings would still be real, and his would be fake. Sure, you weren’t in costume, but you knew he was acting. You’d seen him working long enough to know when he was performing and when he wasn’t. You tried not to think about it and just enjoy it.

You were familiar with rejection, with the industry you were in, but you’d always been far more risky in your career than your personal life. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle him rejecting you, even if you knew he’d do it in the loveliest, gentlest way he could. You didn’t want him to see that side of you and didn’t want to confirm the ache of unreciprocated feelings. You’d let yourself have him for a fleeting moment now, and then you’d let him go.

When you started to shut him out, Joe felt like he had lost an old friend. He knew you were private and kept your business to yourself, but he knew that something had changed with you. At first, he thought it might be something with your mental health. Some of the topics in the film were heavy, and he’d had his moments where he’d been playing low for so long that he started to really feel it.

Then some of your castmates started mentioning rumors. Rumors of you dating someone or being part of some kind of affair. Joe didn’t want to pry, so he never asked. He never found out why you’d started taking yourself away; Joe just knew he hated that he was losing you.

Having you back in that interview felt as good as he imagined. Joe knew you were special, but he’d forgotten just how much. You seemed brighter and much more present. And you no longer gave him that half-assed smile. Now, he could get you full-on laughing.

Things are going well until the last interview of the day. It’s the final for the pair of you as you’d be rotated with other castmates for the rest of the tour. It's an easy one, a game with some Buzzed-esque website with outlandish questions that you and Joe are just delirious enough to play into. Until you get to a fuck, marry, kill type of game where you would try to guess how Joe would answer. On the last round, you make an offhanded comment that Joe would much rather marry and kiss the two models whose names had been thrown in with yours. The interviewer laughed, but Joe was noticeably quiet beside you.

After too long of an awkward pause, Joe takes on a Valley Girl accent to ask if you thought he was shallow. The interview ends quickly after that, with you smiling and waving her and her crew off.

Joe grabbed your arm before you could follow your publicist out the door.

“We need to talk.” There was a sternness in his voice that you’d never heard, and it made you gulp. You nodded and let him pull you into the en suite bathroom of the hotel room where you’d been doing interviews.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded as soon as the door shut. You glanced around the room as if to signal that you were confused.

“Like…with this bathroom or…?” You strategically avoided his eyes by spinning to take in the wallpaper.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.” He snapped, and that got you to look at him. “Have I done something? Have I offended you or have terrible breath?”

“What? No, Joe. You’re lovely. You’re–” You stopped yourself. If you weren’t careful, you’d head straight into opening the floodgates and pouring all your feelings out. "You’re really great,” You choked out. There was tightness in your throat, a wave of tears you were eager to keep at bay.

“So why do you not wanna be friends anymore? Why don’t you answer my texts anymore? Why–Do you know how much I miss the ludicrous amount of emojis you use? I thought you were–I thought we could were friends.”

“We are friends! We-I just–I just needed some space to work through some stuff. It’s not you. Nothing is about you.” Except it all is, you wanted to say.

“Then can we go back to being friends? Acting like friends?” He arched a brow skeptically. You took a deep breath at how crestfallen he looked. But you weren’t sure you could still be friends. You didn’t reread old texts from other friends. You didn’t fantasize about them or wish they were laying next to you as you drifted off to sleep. Friends seemed impossible. You didn’t want to hurt him, but staying his friend cut you deep, too.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Why not!” he snapped, eyes fierce as he stepped in front of the door. Like he thought you were going to make a run for it. “If we can’t be friends, then don’t you think I at least deserve to know why we can’t?”

“Joe…”

“No, no. Really. If you get to decide for both of us, it better be good. So.” he motions for you to go on before crossing his arms over his chest. When you hesitated to answer, he scowled like a petulant brat and rolled his eyes. “Come. On. Out with it!”

“I can’t be your friend because…” you stalled, wracking your brain to find some way, any way, out of it. Joe sensed your distress and softened a little, relaxing his shoulders and uncrossing his arms.

“C’mon, it’s just me. I can take it. Whatever it is, you won’t offend me, I promise. Okay? Just tell me. I’m a big boy. I can take it.” Joe takes the smallest steps forward, and you feel like you’re a skittish animal he’s trying to coax.

He was being too nice. Too good to you when you were being bad to him. It made your eyes well with guilty tears; you could feel your ears grow hot with shame under your hair.

“Because this is exactly why!” you sobbed, clasping a hand over your mouth in one last ditch effort to keep it all inside. “Because you’re so good and I’m–you’re–” Looking down at your shoes on the tiled floor, you tried to summon all your strength to just come out with it. You took one last deep breath.

“We can’t be friends because I think I’m in love with you,” you admitted in the tiniest voice. But Joe heard you loud and clear.

He didn't respond for a long time—leaving just silence between the two of you in the small space. You snuck a peak at him under your wet lashes, taking in his shocked face the worst way.

“You don’t–you don’t have to say anything. I-I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But that’s why. And I know you don’t like me back, and that’s okay.” You swallowed hard, “I don’t think I can be friends with you for a while, you know; maybe we can give each other some space and see where we’re at i–”

“Wait.”

“--a few years, and then maybe we can go from there. I really want to be frien–”

“Stop!” Joe almost shouted to cut you off. “Just stop. Just stop and listen to me.” He was in front of you now, his arms holding you by the biceps. He bent a bit at the knee so you can’t duck out of his eye-line. “I like you too. I like you so much, you stupid, beautiful girl.” He smiled fondly, sweeping hair behind your ear. Your bottom lip wobbled in reaction, and he cooed, wrapping his arms around your body and swaying the two of you. “My silly, silly girl.” he laughed into your hair, relief swallowing both your bodies whole. “Why else do you think I’d miss your monstrous use of emoticons? I’d have to bloody be in love with ya for that.” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Yeah?”

“‘Course, yeah. He scrunches his nose cutely at you and keeps his arm over your shoulder. “Now, let’s go, missy; we’ve got a loooot of catching up to do.”

#Joseph Quinn rpf #joe Quinn rpf #Joseph Quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader

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pokeheadcannons97 · 1 year

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I was thinking of Hc's for Penny being comforted by her S/O after a rough day, like she's being overwhelmed, or somebody is giving her trouble. BTW Love your writing keep doing what you do!

You so nice, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this little scenario, I'm sorry I didn't do headcannons. ;w;

pairing: Penny x reader

content - [You comfort Penny after a rough day at work for the Pokemon League, takes place after graduation at the academy]

[genre] - fluff, comfort

[warnings] not proofread all the way through

words: 779

The sound of something metallic scraping against the doorknob alerted your attention from the video game console you held in your hands.

After a couple other times of missing the keyhole, the person on the other side let out a frustrated grunt and sigh, seemingly in defeat.

You rose to your feet and patted against the hardwood floors, recognizing the all to familiar voice. Flipping the lock to the other side, you open the door gently outwards, careful not to whack the person on the other side.

That said person looked up at you through full moon shaped frames. Their hair a disheveled mess that looked as if it had been straightened countless times that day and continued to fall into the previous disarray. Her onyx colored orbs seemed dull with heavy set eyebags sitting underneath them as they met with your own.

You gave her a concerned look, your eyebrows knitting together before scanning her very tired face and exhausted body posture. She looked like she had a very rough day. Expressionless saved for that.

You opened the door and stepped to the side to let her in silently before closing the door behind her, making sure to lock it.

The crimson and cerulean haired girl dropped her arms, allowing her ever characteristic Eevee backpack to thud against the floor of your doorway. She says not a word as she shuffles out of her boots, the pair anything but neatly side by side.

The silence wasn't awkward for you as much as it was worrying. She would have lease offered you a smile or hum in reply when she came home for the night after her work at the league.

"Rough day?"

Her previously expressionless face remained like that for a moment until you could see how her face scrunched up while her eyes began filling with tears.

You felt your chest tighten and you held out your arms for her, an invitation.

One she immediately accepted with a sob. Wrapping her thin arms around your frame as tightly as she could manage before smooshing her cheek against your chest as the tears sloped down her face.

You held her as she cried, mumbling quiet "it's okay" and "I'm here." to her as she blubbered countless apologies and frustrations.

"I don't understand! Nothing I did went right today!" She lamented, gripping at your jacket where they were holding herself close to you. "Every code I wrote had something wrong with it, and when I couldn't figure out what it was, I was handed more work to do when I haven't even finished the last task they gave me to do." She sniffled, wiping her face against her hand. "I don't know why nothing went right today."

It's true, the Pokemon League had been running her ragged these past couple days. Every since she graduated from the Academy she was full time employed for the league for head in cyber security and even helped with IT. The league was having some security issues as of late, and management wanted it intercepted and stopped as soon as possible. So that meant that Penny had to be the main employee to deal with this issue and make sure things were looked over and fixed.

Not all days at work were like this, sure she was tired most days, but she always had something good to say. Coming home with a beam on her face with one of her Eeveelutions following her as everyone ate together and discussed their day.

Today... was a bad day.

You carefully removed her work lanyard from around her neck and placed that and her glasses on the countertop beside the two of you. "That sounds stressful, I can only imagine how much that messed with you today." you replied in a calm tone, loosening your grip a little to slowly sway you and herself side to side rhythmically.

You felt her sway with you, her sobs slowly but surely calming down.

"Today is over, sweetheart." You added, giving her a small kiss on the crown of her head, continuing to sway. "All you have to worry about is which pajamas you want to wear when I order takeout from your favorite place tonight."

She looked up at you interested. "You mean it?" Her eyes shining in a more happier kind of way. "The one with the Galar styled curry?"

You beamed at her, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. "With the Slowpoke tail, yes. That very one."

She let out a happy sigh, leaning her face against your hand. "I love you."

You ran your fingers against her cheek. "And I love you."

#Pokemon x reader #penny x reader #pokemon penny x reader #penny #pokemon scvi x reader

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helloliriels · 2 years

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Title game asks :

Reincarnated in the bedroom

Taken by surprise

Mine, all mine

Ty for the title prompts, anon!! 💕 xoxo

Reincarnated in the Bedroom

John was going to propose to Mary. Tomorrow.

In all fairness ... there had already been a lot of tomorrows ... but this time ...

He found his feet at Sherlock's door.

After the cemetery and one last farewell. Wondering ... if he should have one last look inside 221b?

Before he could turn away, Mrs. Hudson was letting him in. Making him tea. Inviting him up to see the rooms, one last time ...

And he was struck with a sudden desire to stay.

If just for the night?

"Would you mind, Mrs. Hudson?" he asked, struggling for the right words, "I'm-". He was fighting back tears. Shoulders shaking as he let it all out at last ...

"Oh, John," she came over and gave him a big hug. Wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Take a much time as you need here, dear," she said as he wiped away his tears, "I'll lock up whenever you're ready to let go."

He stood there in the empty room, unsure of what he was doing ...

... but nevertheless, needing to do it.

"Jeezus! Bloody hell! What was tha-?" John was startled awake in the middle of the night by a loud noise. A blast of rainbow light and then a heavy THUD.

He rubbed at still heavily weighted eyes - looking around for the source, and saw ... "Sherlock?!" He blinked. Unsure if it was real?

He was standing there.

Large as life.

Staring. Blinking. Back at John ... Alive.

ALIVE?!

John was out of the bed in seconds! Turning the light on and grabbing at Sherlock's shoulders to verify what his eyes were trying to tell him.

"John?" Sherlock's voice was so soft ... careful. As he reached out to touch his face. Holding onto him also ... looking him over ... as if memorizing him?

It took a second for it to hit. John suddenly felt hot. Looking down in embarrassment. He had a habit of sleeping in the buff ... and he had just been in Sherlock's bed ... without a stitch on. He flushed bright red. Grabbing at a robe to throw over his nakedness.

Sherlock smiled a funny little smile, then. Letting John gather his dignity.

"It's good to see you, John," he eased the tension after a moment. John zipped up his flies and then came back over. Still in shock.

How was Sherlock so calm about this??!!

"How are you here???" he demanded, when he finally gathered the courage, "How?! When you - you ... I saw you dead!"

"John," Sherlock stepped towards him again, taking him by the shoulders this time and forcing calmness into John's being, stated, "I need you to understand this and we have very little time."

John went to shake free, as if Sherlock was mocking him? But Sherlock kept a firm grip.

"This is not reality, John!!! This world! If I die, I will be resurrected. Reincarnated, right here. In this very room. Every time."

"What?" John stared at him as if he had gone mad.

"Shoot me," Sherlock replied calmly, as if in answer. Handing John his own weapon.

"Where did you get this?!" John was angry.

"Shoot me, and you will see - I'm not lying." Sherlock grabbed the gun and put it in John's hands, curling his finger around the trigger.

"NO!" John jumped back in revulsion at the very idea!

"Oh, for pity's sake!" Sherlock grabbed the gun and shot himself in the heart. It took a minute for his body to bleed out, while John stared in horrified silence ... and then his body flickered. Glitching. There was a flashing light in the room again and a THUD.

Sherlock was rising to his feet. Brushing himself off. Whole. As of nothing had just happened. Belstaff coat, scarf and all. No blood stains.

"Jesus, Sherlock! What the HELL is going on?" John grabbed at his lapels to ask now. Convinced, but angry. Angry at everything that had happened for the last few years ... if ... this?!!

"I have a lot to explain to you, John - but not here," Sherlock held out his hand, opening the window, "it's a game, John! It's only a game!!!"

To elaborate, he climbed out. Standing two stories above the ground ... as if walking on air.

He stretched out his hand again.

John took it. Climbing out the window and seeing an entirely different London below. A victorian London. Sherlock begged:

"Give me ten minutes to show you?"

Taken by Surprise & Mine, All Mine, will post seperately! ☺️

#fake fic titles #ask games #liri answers #johnlock fanfic #sherlock fanfic #helloliriels

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slifarianhawk · 1 year

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Resident Evil: Archangel

Chapter 2: tests

I woke up in a dark room and my arms were bound to the wall I couldn't stand and I couldn't see. After a while I started to hear footsteps coming my way then they stopped, after a few seconds they opened the door to the room I'm in. the light from outside the blinded me for a few moments, when my vision cleared Wesker was standing in the doorway. When I saw him I hoped my contacts didn't fall out or Wesker would recognize me instantly and would kill me.

"So you're the little fly that's been buzzing around." He asked menacingly.

"Tsk you should know, heh you're like a little black cockroach." I chuckled feeling a slap across my face.

"How dare you mock a god like myself?" He said darkly.

I snorted, "A god you say, don't make me laugh. Hell I bet you wouldn't even be able to walk without out those viruses pumping through your veins."

"Let's see if you're still talking after three months of experimentation." He chuckled.

I laughed in his face, "experiments those don't frighten me, torture is child play, and I went through hell and back in my training."

"So you think this is a game, then let's play a game" he looked at the guards, "take her to the first room, and let's see how long you last."

The two majini hit me with their stun rods. My already aching body felt each jolt like a fire searing through my muscles. My head sank for a moment as they latched a shackle around my neck. They chained my arms and legs together, preventing me from escaping as they unshackled me from the wall. Roughly pulling on the chains they dragged me into the brightly lit hallway. My eyes barely able to adjust before being thrown into another room.

My body hit the floor with a thud. They threw me in a long room at first I couldn't see a damn thing but I heard metal scrape against the cement floor. The room smelt like blood and rust. I blinked a few times trying to get my eyes to adjust; however, as soon as I did the room lights flashed on. I did not like what I saw. A man stood in the room with barbed wire wrapped around what looked like a burlap sack over his head. This wasn't what made me nervous though, in his hands was a Chainsaw covered in blood.

"Let's see how well you go up against some of our pets." A voice rang through the speakers in the ceiling. It was Wesker, he was watching. As the man started the Chainsaw he howled a terrifying scream as he ran toward me. I leapt into action, dodging to the left. He quickly turned around, the Chainsaw scraping against the floor. I glanced around the room, there was barely anything in my vicinity, and the only thing there was a mirror. It was most likely one way glass. He was watching me. I wasn't in my gear so my equipment is out of the question. I dodged to the right as the crazed B.O.W. swung the power tool down. This was bad move on my part. I had backed myself into a corner.

"Shit..." I muttered.

I knew in the back of my mind he was laughing sadistically at the sight. I growled, that thought made my blood boil. In my moment of rage I didn't notice the majini charge at me. With only a second to spare I twisted my body. The chainsaw slammed into the wall. While the B.O.W was trying to recover I grabbed his wrist and twisted it shattering the bone. He let out a wail of pain as it clutched its now broken hand. In the second he grabbed his wrist, I slammed the monsters head into the chainsaw leaving a massive gash on its forehead stunning it. With a wild smirk I ripped the chainsaw from the wall.

"Heh too easy." I said running through its head with its weapon. A few moments later gas started spraying out the wall. I ran over to the door and tried to open it but the door wouldn't budge. I couldn't leave the room so I held my breath for as long as I could. A minute later I breathed in the gas and the toxins in the air made me pass out.

I awoke feeling my body being dragged. I shifted my eyes up seeing the same two majini from before. I was being dragged by the collar of my shirt. I shifted my arms grabbing the knife was in the lefts ones boot. I rolled my eyes. It was my black knife that was a piece of my gear. It was a gift from my student. I closed my eyes and sighed.

~~~~~flash back~~~~~

"This will be your charge agent 748." Vladimir said, "She'll be your responsibility."

"Hello my name Alistar Lancaster, I look forward to learning from you." The young agent said.

"The pleasure is all mine," I waited till Vladimir was out of the room and I stepped up to her and leaned into her ear, "My name is Tabitha Wesker, call me T and trust me you made the biggest mistake of your life coming to Umbrella."

"I'm not here for money, my reasons are personal." She said.

"Seems we are kindred spirits then." I smirked and walked away with her.

When we were far enough from where Surgei she asked me something,"so why did he call you agent not by your actual name?".

At this I stopped and stared straight at her. Taking a moment to check that we were away from any cameras I sighed and in a hushed voice spoke who I was, "My full name is Tabitha Redfield- Wesker. I'm the former wife of Albert Wesker and eldest sister in the Redfield family, both enemies of Umbrella. After the Arkley Mansion Incendent Umbrella proceeded to "see if I was like my husband". To them I'm nothing more than a test subject and a tool to be used as they see fit. This doesn't stop me from my true objective, to take back what they stole from me."

She stared at me with an inquiring voice, "What did they steal from you?".

Sorrow filled my gaze but not a single tear spilled, "the better question is what is left that they want to take."

~~~~~end of flashback~~~~~

After a moment I was thrown into another room this time I terrified by what I saw in the room... 'fuck my life' was all i thought. A ten foot cloaked monster stood over me, in its hands was a massive axe.

A dark chuckle rang through out the room again. His voice was sounding a slightly enticed tone, "it seems we have to increase the difficulty a bit, but I assure you by the end of these next few tests you will be suffering."

With a growl i spoke,"we shall see about that!".

#wesker #albert wesker #resident evil #wesker x reader #wesker x oc #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x oc

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oddishblossom · 1 year

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4 for the ask game!

A loud howl echoed in the room.

The sledgehammer dropped to the ground, blood pooling over the weapon. A much quieter thud followed as something else landed next to the sledgehammer.

Xiu Ya had sliced the demon’s right arm clean off.

Falling to his knees, the demon scowled at the ground while he screamed unintelligible curses through his teeth. His left hand clawed at the spot where his right arm used to be, now dripping in dark, almost black, blood.

Shen Yuan pressed the tip of his sword against his neck, grabbed the demon by one of the horns atop his head, and yanked him up to glare into his yellow eyes—silencing the demon with a single look.

“Listen here. I don’t know why you’ve been tormenting my prince but I do know this is where it ends. You’re going to succumb to your injuries and bleed to death. And in the unlikely event that you don’t, I want you to leave this kingdom and never return. I will not show you mercy a second time.” Letting go of the demon’s horn, he leaned back, “Now, why don’t you get out of my sight?”

Tian Chui glared up at him, breathing out through his nose. After a moment of silence, he finally replied in a baritone, not quite defeated voice, “Not yet.”

His left hand dropped to his waist and pulled a dagger out. Like the persistent snake that he is, he threw his weapon one last time. Not at Shen Yuan, though.

Seeing the dagger fly toward the prince, Shen Yuan moved without thinking. Later, he would ask himself why he had done that. He would ask himself why he didn't deflect the dagger with his sword. He would ask himself why he didn’t wait for Luo Binghe to move out of the way. He would ask himself why he was so incredibly stupid.

But in the moment, he simply wasn’t thinking.

He grabbed the dagger mid-flight. The instant his fingers wrapped around the silver hilt of the weapon, a sharp agonizing burn, unlike any he’d ever felt, went through him.

Gritting his teeth to keep from screaming, he let go of the dagger, but the searing pain persisted until his hand went completely numb. Until he could no longer feel his hand at all. Like a flash of lightning, the pain was suddenly gone. Only then did he have the courage to glance down at the burn marks that now covered his left palm. His heart froze in his chest, and in its place, only overwhelming dread remained.

He fucking recognized these marks.

…Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why, why, why did I do that!?

Someone in the room softly gasped before calling out his name, “Shen Qingqiu!”

Through the corner of his eye, Shen Yuan could see the prince running toward him, but the booming laughter of the demon grabbed his attention.

Tian Chui was lying down on the floor. His remaining hand still held on to his gaping, bleeding wound, but the sheer delight on his face could’ve fooled anyone into believing he was the picture of perfect health. “You have my sincere condolences, Shen Qingqiu! My mistress may not let me live after today, but at least I’ll be taking you down with me!”

As the demon dissolved into a fit of laughter and coughing, Luo Binghe reached them. His wide eyes immediately darted to Shen Yuan’s open palm. For some reason, the look on his face was full of disbelief, sadness, and barely repressed anger. The demon’s discarded sword was in his hand and it trembled in his grip. He fumed silently in front of Shen Yuan, before sharply turning to glare at the laughing demon.

“Explain yourself, demon! What have you done to him!?”

Shen Yuan had never heard the prince raise his voice like that before.

WIP Ask Game

#my writing #asks #lucy answers #THANK YOUU FOR THE ASK 💖💖💖💖!

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little-corritrice · 4 days

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Fred & George ~ Quidditch World Cup (Part 2)

The game was absolutely amazing and such an exciting experience. Standing in the tent, the twins were singing while Harry and Ron were chanting 'Krum'. I heard screams outside, looking at Arthur. He quickly went outside, going to check what it was. The boys kept saying stuff about Krum, but I was too worried to listen to it. More people were screaming and it was louder. "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." Fred exclaimed, making me shake my head. I stood up when Arthur came rushing back in. "Stop! Stop it!" He yelled, breaking up Ron and George. He went to Ginny, grabbing her arm protectively. Everyone became serious as they heard his tone. "It's not the Irish. We've gotta get out of here. Now!" He exclaimed, making me stand up. Everyone rushed outside, seeing people running and screaming. "Get out, it's the Death Eaters!" A man screamed in my face as he shook my shoulder.

Fred and George pushed him off, and he ran away screaming. "Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!" Arthur yelled directions. Ginny ran into Fred's arms while I held her and George's hands tightly in mine. "Fred, George! Ginny and y/n is your responsibility." He said, staring at the boys. They both nodded, holding onto us. "Go!" Arthur yelled, and we took off. We ran through the mass crowd, trying to get to the hill. I saw some Death Eaters blow up a tent, and it made me flinch. Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. We finally got to the hill, and Fred helped Ginny up while George held me and we all ran to the boot. We dropped to the floor, staying close to it. I heard Ginny crying, and I wrapped my arms around her in an attempt to make her calm down. She was shaking in my embrace and I held her tighter, not letting her go for a second. "It's okay, Ginny." I whispered, hearing more screams and explosions. The boys wrapped their arms around us, shielding us from any danger.

Going back to the Burrow, I was a wreck. I saw such horrid things. I saw people get hurt. I saw people die tonight. As soon as I got in the house, I ran from the family, going straight to the twins room. I threw myself into Fred's bed, covering myself as I shook and tears finally fell. I locked the door before, so no one would come in. I silently cried, hating the images playing in my head. There was a soft thud on the door, and I only assumed it was one of the twins trying to get in their room, but ran into the unexpectedly locked door. "y/n!" Fred semi-yelled, knocking on the door. "Open the door." He said, knocking more. "Fred! Stop it, you're going to scare her more!" George said. A soft knock was heard on the door. "Love? Could you please open the door?" He asked softly, but I just cried. "Alohomora." Fred whispered, and they both rushed in. They didn't see me at first, but scanned the rooms and saw the shaking blankets.

The blankets were pulled back slowly, and both boys loomed over me. George crouched in front of me, and moved some hair from my face. I grabbed his hand, and moved it away. I never moved their hands away, so he frowned deeply. "Love, it's only me." He said in a sad tone. I cried more, prompting him to pull me into a tight hug. I sobbed into his neck, feeling the bed dip on both sides. Fred rubbed my back, while George pulled me onto his chest. Fred would have said something if we weren't in this situation, but he knows deep down, I'll switch sides in the middle of the night. George stroked my hair as they both got under the covers slowly. My cries died down, the tiredness finally setting course. Fred kissed my head, rubbing my back still. George stroked my hair, kissing my head as well. "Goodnight, darling." Fred whispered, turning off the lights as we all fell into a sleep.

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outivv · 2 years

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— flowers —

Synopsis: pre fatui Scaramouche falls in love with the child from one of the main three clans

Warnings: kinda angsty, and spoilers for the inazuma archon quest (I suppose? I mean more just for Scaramouches backstory), otherwise it’s just not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Character: Scaramouche

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! I know I’ve been kinda dead for the past couple of days, I’ve been rather busy, but I’m here now! Hopefully I’ll get back to some requests either later today or tomorrow, if I don’t I do apologize, but I really wanted to write this because it’s been on my mind for a while. Hope you enjoy, and have a great rest of your day/ evening! <3

The moonlight sparkled on the ocean waves, as the sharp smell of salt flooded your nose. The grass under your bare feet, and the basket of flowers in your hand were your only company, as you waited for someone. Specifically… the shoguns puppet. You had seen him sitting alone in one of the rooms of the shoguns castle.

As the next head of your clan you went with your father and mother to many of the meetings that were held with the shogun. Your parents thought it would be a good way for you to learn about your clans duties, but instead it just made your mind wonder to that boy you always saw.

Earlier today as you walked past his room, the door was cracked open widely, which gave you a chance to get a good look at him. His long haired flowed with the wind coming in from his open window, he seemed so small. His legs pressed up to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees, as he gazed out the window.

You knocked on his door, which made him flinch and turn around. Your thoughts were brushed away when you saw his face, he looked gentle, sweet, and so much like glass. Like if you touched him he would crack, almost as if there was pressure placed upon him that he was unaware of.

You noticed his scared and confused expression, and said, “oh I… I’m sorry for staring, but… you look lonely.” Your voice sounded like silk to him. A contrast to the twisted motherly tone Ei took with him, your voice was elegant, and foreign. Everything outside the castle walls was foreign to him, and he wanted to see it all.

He looked away, almost as to not answer you. You weren’t sure what his… goal was, whether he wanted you to leave, or to stay. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?” You asked, and he nodded in reply. You noticed a book next to him, full of drawings of plants, ranging from beautiful, to poisonous.

“Are you a fan of flowers?” You questioned, and that certainly got his head peeking up. “Yeah… though I haven’t really seen many.” His voice seemed shaky, clearly he stayed quiet most of the time. You thought for a moment, before saying, “how about I bring you some?” He tilted his head in confusion, “tonight! I’ll bring you some flowers if you meet me behind the castle!”

You’re snapped back to reality when you hear a thud and groan behind you. He went over the wall… and fell. You chuckled. “Are you alright?” Your voice was a whisper as to not alert any nearby guards. He nodded, and you extended your hand.

Brushing off all the leaves, and dirt that accumulated during his fall, you hand him the basket of flowers. He looks at all of them, all different types, from all over teyvat. “Cecilia’s… they’re native to mondstadt…” he says taking note of a particular flower.

A fond smile spreads on your face, as his happiness only increases with every flower he recognizes. “I’m glad you enjoy them.” You say, your voice snaps him out of his trance. “Why did you do this.” He asks, sharply. You’re taken aback why his tone, but answer nonetheless, “well… I always pass your room, and you just look… bored and lonely.”

You spoke only the truth. You’ve walked past his room many times, only to see a sad and lonely boy. Sometimes you’d see him crying in bed, why he was crying was never a thought that passed your mind, the only thing you were concerned about was him.

Many, many of years have passed since then, you’re long gone by now, and Scaramouche has joined the fatui. He often visits starsntach cliff in mondstadt. It’s not the same, as the area you’d always meet behind the castle and give him Cecilia’s you’d buy in the market, but it’s the closest he’ll ever get.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin headers #genshin Scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #Scaramouche fluff #Scaramouche angst #Scaramouche x you #Scaramouche x y/n #Scaramouche drabble #Scaramouche imagine #Scaramouche

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

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yandere--stuck · 2 years

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Okay but the obsessive humans idea is so fuckin good, if I may add-

AM taking you away from them, revelling and basking in their needy cries and infighting, like taking a comfort object away from a bunch of neurotic apes. I get the feeling AM would very much enjoy the idea of reinstating the fact that you’re his, his human, his property so to speak, maybe after he’d separated you from the rest of them he’d take you away somewhere private to realllly make the message clear to youuu~

YES YESSSSS ANON SAME WAVELENGTH!!! YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE AND THANK YOU FOR ADDING ONTO MY IDEA SO I WROTE THIS

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Watching your friends lose themselves to AM's madness was as heartbreaking as it was terrifying. In this place, in AM's world, you all really only had each other. And now, he was tearing you apart.

It wasn't in the orthodox sense, of course. When was anything AM did even in the same realm as orthodoxy? AM had gotten bored of that around a century ago. Trying to sow doubt and mistrust into the lot of you by telling lies or exposing secrets had proven fruitless after a while.

So, AM wanted to play a new game. AM loved games, and he had an eternity to think of new ones and to act them out with his favorite playthings.

For some reason, he's decided to focus on you.

He takes them all away, all but you. For so long, you're all alone. You can't even feel AM's presence, his entire focus directed on what he's doing with the other survivors. With your friends. You aren't sure of how much time passed, but you could see through the cracks in AM's honeycomb that covered the ceiling of his complex, see as light became dark and then light again. When you tried to sleep, when you were especially quiet and listened really closely, you could hear screaming from far, far away.

And then, he brings them back to you.

The first is Ted. He looked on the verge of unconscious, wrapped in AM's coils and unceremoniously dropped to the floor, landing on his face with a dull thud. You scrambled to your feet, running over to him, mumbling in whispers - asking if he was okay, what happened, what had AM done to him? With the little strength he had left, he pushed himself to his hands and knees, head hanging down as though he had no strength left to lift it. You took his face in your hands, angling his face up to yours, looking him in his hooded eyes. His face was bruised and his eyes were puffy and red.

His eyes met yours. And they went wide as saucers.

Ted's entire body seemed to be rejuvenated, tingling with nervous energy as he desperately pulled you into his arms. Grinning so widely you swore the corners of his lips would tear.

Ted laughed madly, beginning to cry as held you tightly. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, AM! Thank God!"

"Ted…?" You tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but Ted cupped a hand on the back of your head, mushing your face into the fabric of his sweater.

"He told me! He told me that- that I was his favorite. He'd always told me and, and he told me you were mine. You're mine, and I'm yours, and I love you. I love you so much! I was so good for you. I was good, so you'd be all mine. He promised, and now you're here!"

"We'll be together forever now. I... I realized how much you mean to me. How much I love you. As horrible as AM may be, he helped me realize that," Ted's grip on you tightened. "He gave you to me. I will always be grateful for that."

You shook in your friend's grip. Had Ted finally lost it? You knew Ted had bouts of paranoia and delusions, but it had never gotten this bad.

You were able to squirm enough to crane your head in time to see Ellen being brought back, plopped to the ground just as unceremoniously asked had been.

You called out her name, reaching out for her - unlike Ted, she seemed to be unconscious when she landed. She needed your help! This drew Ted's attention, eyes training on the woman's body… Before huffing and focusing back on you. His whole body had gone tense, eyes flashing with anger.

"Forget about her," He spat, before inhaling shakily. Exhaling, you felt him try to relax. "Just… Just think about me. About us."

"Ted, she needs our help!" You squirmed and writhed in the man's grip, steadily loosening his hold on you before all at once wrenching yourself from his grip. Falling forward, Ted grabbed at your ankle, trying to pull you back

"She's just trying to get your sympathy! Just forget her! You don't need her!" The man begged.

Wordlessly, you tugged your foot out of his grip, stumbling forward as you came to Ellen's side. You knelt down, pulling her form into your lap as you shook her softly, calling for her to wake up. You tried to not let panic take hold as you heard Ted scrambling to his feet.

Any panic or dread you may have felt was momentarily smothered with relief as Ellen stirred in your arms. The woman's eyes opened bleerily, staring up at nothing before focusing. Focusing on you.

With a cry of your name, she launched herself toward you in an embrace, the tightness of her grip catching you off guard - still, you returned the hug, rubbing at her back. Beneath your hands, you felt frantic rise and fall of her back as she sobbed into your shoulder.

"Get your hands off them!" Ted's voice spat, and suddenly Ellen was forced out of your arms, landing on her back with a groan. In the next instant, Ted's hands were upon you once more, holding you with a bruising grip as he forced you back into his arms. Against his chest, you could hear as his heart thumped spasmatically in his chest.

"What is wrong with you!?" You yelled, fighting against Ted.

"She doesn't deserve you! But, AM knows I do!"

Ellen quickly recovered, rising to her feet and scrambling over to you. "Please! I- I can't live without you! Everyone else, I- I've always been hurt by them, but you… You keep me safe. And I'll keep you safe. We need each other…!"

Both of their hands on you now, both fighting over you. Your breathing picked up. This was all too much!

"They don't need you! They don't want you," Ted growled at the woman. "All they need is me!"

Ellen's hands twisted into the fabric of your shirt, eyes staring pleadingly into your own. "Please, I love you so much, I can make you so happy!"

"Stop it," You hissed, screwing your eyes shut. "Stop touching me!"

"See?! Now look what you've done!" Ted's grip didn't falter, still holding you close against him.

"Me?!" Ellen shot back in disbelief. Her hold loosened, but her hands never left you.

"This is all your fault, Ellen! Always so fucking selfish…"

For a moment, everything had gone quiet. Peering your eyes open, you glanced at Ellen - her expression had become one you'd never seen on her face before. Her lips were pulled back into a scowl, her eyes darkened with rage. But she wasn't looking at you, no. Her eyes bore straight into Ted.

"Fuck you," She hissed out. "I have done everything I could to support this group-"

"You haven't done anything." Ted interrupted, voice cold.

"I have done everything I could," Ellen repeated, bottom lip beginning to tremble as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "And now all I wanna I do is be with them, protect them…"

"You'd get them killed. They don't need your protection. AM gave them to me, anyway."

Your heart ached, your whole body on edge as you physically and emotionally tugged between your two friends. You needed help. You needed someone to-

"Gorrister!" You called, pointing at his form as he was carried toward your group.

Gorrister's landing was the most elegant out of the three of them - which wasn't really saying much. He had landed in an unsteady crouch, and then had fallen back directly onto his ass. Through his speakers, AM barked out a laugh. So, he was back to watching you all again.

Momentarily distracted, Ted looked about your enclosure - allowing Ellen to snuggle up against you.

"AM, tell them! Tell them what you told me! They're mine!"

Gorrister had risen to his feet, and was marching toward the group, a stern look in his eyes. Relief flooded within you. For better or worse, you could always count on Gorrister's demeanor to be level-headed, or at least depressingly sobering.

"Gorrister!" You called out to him again, reaching out to the blond man, a relieved smile rising to your lips. Oh, you could just hug him-

He must have had the same idea, taking hold of your wrist and pulling you away from Ted and Ellen, and you collided with his chest. His arms quickly wrapped around you in a protective hold.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing?!" Ted raged.

"Both of you, keep your paws off've 'em." Gorrister said, before turning to you. "Don't worry, I gotcha. Won't let anything bad happen to you again…"

"Gorrister, no…" You breathed out, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"Gorrister, please, you can't do this," Ellen pleaded, voice going wobbly as tears spilled from her. "I need them!"

"There you go again, always being a crybaby bitch." Gorrister spat harshly.

"She's just upset," You argued, your eyes stinging as you began to cry, yourself. Your fingers dug into the man's arm, trying to ground him, to bring him back to reality. "We're all upset!"

"It's okay, darlin', it's not you," The man drawled. "She always does this. Always cries to try to make ya feel pity."

"Let go of them!" Ted stomped his foot, as though throwing a tantrum. "They're not yours or Ellen's! They're all mine!"

"You wouldn't know how to treat someone right if it hit you in your dumb, smug fuckin' face.

Ted let out a laugh. "Oh, I don't know how to treat someone right?" The brunet's voice lowered, "Where's your wife, Gorrister?"

"You son of a bitch… Don't you dare fuckin' mention her."

"Theyre gonna wind up just like her! And it'll be all your fault!"

You were forced out of Gorrister's arms as he lurched forward toward Ted, swinging at the other man. "You bastard! I'll- I'll kill you!"

Ted laughed manically as he stumbled back, almost goading the southern man into trying to hit him. "Go on, kill me! Kill me like you couldn't kill yourself!"

Slowly, you backed away, trying not to draw attention to your movements… Only to back up right into Ellen's arms.

"Don't worry, we're safe together…" Ellen whispered, nuzzling against you.

"Hey- Ellen!" Ted called, spotting the two of you, making Gorrister redirect his attention.

"Let go of 'em!" Gorrister yelled, and the two men raced toward you.

You tried to run, but Ellen held onto you for dear life. Gorrister nearly ran into you, hands twisting into the fabric of your shirt as he tried to shove Ellen off you. Soon, Ted joined the fray, pulling at your arms and hitting the others in an attempt to deter them.

AM tsked. "And here I thought you could all learn to share. Oh, well…"

From above, metal snake-like limbs descended and wrapped securely around you, lifting you up and away from the hold of your friends.

"But, AM, you promised-!"

The three of them tried desperately to hang onto you, even getting a few inches off the ground before crashing to the ground. The three of them screamed and called after you, everything becoming too much, an endless sea of noise until you were thankful that AM had taken you somewhere dark and quiet.

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And now, within AM, you watched. He had presented you with a screen, allowing you to watch your friends. Ted had cried for so long, and so hard, crying for you, pleading for your return. Ellen had lost her spark of hope, becoming something akin to a shell of her former shell. She still wept. Wept for you. Gorrister receded into himself. He didn't talk much, but when he did, it was to start a fight with the others. And they did fight. Over you. Over whose fault it was. Over who'd get you when you returned (if you ever did.) They even prayed for you. Maybe even to you. It was as though you were all they could think about - which was probably true. AM had warped their minds so completely that be had probably even gone so far to have made being without you to be physically painful for them.

Speak of the devil…

AM chuckled, his voice a low purr. "Foolish of them to think I'd ever give you to them," The coils wrapped around you tightened just a bit - not enough to hurt, but to emphasize his hold on you. "After all, you're mine and mine alone…"

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So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head

Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk

Pyramid Head x reader

I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.

Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.

My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.

Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.

He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.

I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.

I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.

He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.

I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.

He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.

“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.

He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.

I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.

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