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sicbaby · 6 months

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sleeping beauty

stepdad!leon kennedy x f!reader

cw: 18+ smut, stepcest, somnophilia, non consensual (at first)

it was a weekend you were looking forward to. a nice little winter vacation with your mom and some of her friends. it would be nice to get out of the house for a while anyway, especially since your seasonal depression kicked in.

however, your plans quickly changed when you fell ill. god damnit, stupid fucking weather. had to ruin your plans. now you were bed ridden, absolutely no energy so you refused to do anything. your loving mother didn’t bat an eye, wishing you well and heading off with her friends for the weekend. thanks, mom.

luckily, your stepdad was free. leon.

leon was a good dad, sweet and caring… more than your mom ever was. you liked him a lot. your mom put leon in charge of taking care of you for the weekend, and he was more than happy to oblige. he barely ever had time off work, and he was looking forward to spending time with you.

it was friday night and leon sat on the couch watching tv, feeling frustrated. the reason why? you.

yes, you. the poor little thing that had slept the day away. he had planned out the whole evening for the two of you. he was going to make soup, cuddle you and watch your favorite movies and kiss and love on you. like a good father should when his daughter gets sick. but you never even got out of bed. he felt lonely, frustrated, and needy. he missed his pretty little girl.

it was getting late. he shut down the house and put away the full pot of soup he had made for you. just seeing it sitting there made his frustration grow even stronger.

he turned off all the lights, locking the front door and heading upstairs. he’s mad at you.

he knows he shouldn’t feel that way, especially when you’re sick. but he can’t help it. he passes your door, not giving it a second look as he heads to his room.

he strips to his boxers, ready to get in bed as he fights an internal struggle within himself.

god, it’s not your fault, you poor thing. but he has needs too, doesn’t matter if you’re sick. with a frustrated sigh, he heads to down the hall to check on you.

he knocks on your door softly, and when there isn’t a response he opens it. the air is damp, filled with the peppermint scent of your diffuser on full blast. the room is dark, and he can hardly see until he comes closer. you’re sleeping. still.

his gaze wanders over your sleeping form. you were on your belly with your left leg hiked up. you were wearing the sheerest pink nightgown, and the silk practically melted into your body, leaving little to the imagination. it also didn’t help that your position caused the gown to ride up, the bottom of your cheeks exposed to him. nothing underneath that slutty little gown, of course. despite his irritation, he couldn't deny the allure of your vulnerability. a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips as a wicked idea forms in his mind.

leon slowly approaches the side of the bed, his steps almost silent against the carpeted floor. he felt as if you owed him for the lonely, isolated day he had.

swiftly, he reaches out and gently brushes his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your feverish skin beneath his fingertips. "you know, i was hoping we could have some quality time together," he murmured, his tone mocking. "but it seems like you're too busy being a useless little burden, sleeping the day away."

his frustration brewed beneath the surface, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. leon slowly reaches down, his fingers grazing over your thigh. the touch was light, teasing, not wanting to wake you up just yet.

"since you're so useless, maybe i should find another way to entertain myself," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "hmmm,” he hums, “maybe i'll have to wake you up properly, little sleeping beauty."

leon's hand continued caressing your thigh, inching higher and higher. your mouth was wide open, snoring softly. he chuckled at that. even sick and asleep, you were such a prize. and he was going to claim you.

trailing his hand along the back of your left thigh, he nudges it to the side slightly, guiding your legs to open more for him. he trails up and up, until his index finger flicks over the soft flesh of your pussy. he smirks when you don’t move, and proceeds to glide his finger up and down your folds until it settles on your clit. he applies just enough pressure to elicit a small noise from your parted lips. it’s barely noticeable, though, and he keeps playing and teasing with your pussy until that warm wetness is coating his finger.

the act of making you wet even while you slept was an intoxicating feeling for leon. the sudden urge to possess you and claim you as his own rushes over him.

he crawls over you, settling into bed next to you. he places a light hand on your back, feeling the silk of your nightgown. his touch trailed lower and his fingers knead the soft flesh of your ass, reveling in its plumpness. he couldn't help but let out a low, husky groan as his desire for you intensified.

leon's desire grew even stronger as he shifted closer to you. being careful not to disturb you, he delicately repositioned you onto your side, hand still firmly gripping your ass. once he’s satisfied with your position, he presses his hand to the front of your hips, pressing your ass against him. his cock hardens at the feeling of your warm and soft ass against him. he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, feeling his cock grow with every slow rut. a low growl of satisfaction escaped his lips as he continued, moving his head up to press his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

he looks back down to your ass, slowly and carefully lifting your nightgown up your back, exposing your bare skin to the fabric of his boxers as he continues to slowly hump you. in a low, whispered voice, he couldn't resist indulging in dirty talk again, knowing you wouldn't hear him. you were so deep in your slumber.

"hi, princess.” he taunts, right in your ear this time. “you gonna let daddy fuck your tight little pussy? hm? yeah, you are. daddy’s gonna do whatever he wants with you tonight, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. “daddy deserves that, right?” he asks, reaching up to grab your chin, forcing you to nod your head in your sleep. he chuckles deeply at this. “yeah, that’s right. good girl, baby.”

as he continues grinding against you, his hand lowers from your chin to your breasts, lightly grazing his fingers over your nipples, smirking to himself when he feels them harden almost immediately. you don’t move, don’t make any noise, and he wonders how much farther he can go. he trails his left hand down your tummy to your pussy, his hand once again finding your clit. at this point, you’re soaked. “dirty fucking girl..” he chuckles deeply.

he removes his hand, wiping your slick off on his boxers as he pulls them down his legs. he tosses them off the bed, moving back to you to lift up your leg. he scoots up, placing his now hard cock up against your wet cunt. he brings your leg back down and groans at the feeling of your lips and thighs surrounding his cock. he begins humping you again, your pussy continuously wetting his dick and making the most obscene noises in the quiet room.

it wasn’t until now you stir slightly, in a weird dream like state. you feel heat on your neck, a warmth against your body and wetness pooling between your legs. and yet, your mind can’t comprehend it, choosing to stay asleep.

leon continues humping his cock against your pussy, grunting softly in your ear. soon, he’s losing all control. he quickly lifts your leg, taking his dick into his hand as he slaps your cunt a few times with it, teasing himself yet again. he rubs it back and forth, pushing his head against your entrance, gauging your reaction. you still don’t move, and he scoffs a little. he finally presses the tip of his cock into your waiting hole, slowly yet surely filling you up. he barely gets all the way inside when you finally wake up, in a daze.

“hmm- huh, hnnng? leon?” you whine, immediately trying to get up when you feel a heavy, almost painful weight inside of you. you’re sick, weak and confused, your whines almost sound like you’re about to cry. and you just might, until leon pushes you gently back onto your side. “shhh, shhh, princess. it’s okay, daddy’s here. just needed to fill you up, make you feel better. daddy just wanted to feel you. that’s okay, right baby?” he shushes you, keeping his cock buried deep inside you.

you lay back against the pillows, your face contorted in confusion and worry. you nod. “o-oh, y-yeah… okay, daddy…” you immediately comply. you trust your dad. whatever he’s doing.

your voice is weak, eyes burning and you’re just so fucking tired. your state turns leon on even more. you don’t even comprehend what’s going on until you blink a few more times.

and then you realize it. your stepdads cock is inside of you.

“d-dad?” you say weakly, unable to move. your eyes shift around the room, scared to move, scared to turn around to face him.

“yeah?” he groans. “so naughty. leaving your daddy all alone all day.” he mumbles. “you’re gonna make it up to me, kay princess?” his voice is condescending, a bit mean, and it makes your pussy clench around him. yet your face tells a different story. you’re on the verge of tears. why is this happening? he laughs breathily into the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you want this just as much as him. even if you don’t realize it yet.

your mouth is slightly open, unable to breathe through your nose due to your sickness. you feel dizzy, your body hot and sweaty and leon begins to thrust, pounding into you relentlessly from behind. your body is completely limp in his hold, his left hand digging into your thigh harshly as he keeps your leg up in the air.

you cry out, your body feeling so fragile and sore. he’s just making it worse. this isn’t right. but why are you so wet? your panic increases by the second.

“d-dad! stop! this is so bad,” you sob. “t-this is sooo wrong!”

his thrusts are forceful, taking exactly what he wants from you with no mercy. he can sense your energy waning, your body growing weaker as you try to fight back. he drops your leg, reaching around to rub circles into your swollen clit.

“oh, it feels wrong, does it?” he growls. “but i know you want this, baby girl. fight all you want. pussy’s fuckin’ crying for me.” he feels your body trembling, little whines and cries falling from your pretty mouth.

you feel so overwhelmed, thrashing in his hold, tears falling from your eyes. you don’t even know what you want, a pure mess, brain mushy and can’t think straight. your movements are futile against him. “s-stop! stop! hurts, daddy! please…” he’s huge, practically splitting you in two on his dick.

“no, no, baby. you be good for daddy. you don’t wanna make daddy angry, hmm? bad girls don’t get to cum, you know.” his voice is surprisingly soft, yet so fucking condescending it makes a sob erupt from you. he pulls all the way back out, before slamming his entire length back into your pussy.

“d-daddy,” you cry. “please!” you’re shaking so much, poor baby. your pussy keeps clenching, sucking in his cock before trying to spit him out.

“awww.” he coos. “does daddy’s cock feel too big for your tiny little pussy, baby girl?” he slows his thrusts, giving you some time to adjust. you can feel your heartbeat racing in every part of your body, especially in your cunt. you’re thankful he slows down. you can really feel him this way, feel how every ridge drags deliciously against your walls. it feels too good now. you want to cum. you need to cum.

however, leon doesn’t like taking it slow. “don’t worry, honey. i know you can take it.” he resumes a faster pace, your entire body bouncing from the force. your sobs of pain and discomfort quickly turn into whiny moans of pleasure, no matter how much you try to fight it.

he grabs your cheeks roughly, squeezing them, making your lips pout as he turns your head towards him slightly. he kisses at your tears, tasting the saltiness on your face.

“you’re doing so well, my precious little toy. you’re such a good girl for taking all of daddy’s cock.” he praises, causing you to subconsciously relax a little, letting him sink deeper into your cunt.

“thaaaats it, princess,” he continues, bottoming out and stilling for a moment again. he kisses your neck hungrily, breathing in your scent once again. “you ready to cum for daddy, my little bunny?” he teases, his voice dripping with control. you whine in response, that dumb little brain of yours not able to form words. “beg for it, baby. show me just how badly you need it.” he ruts up harshly into you one time, urging you to speak. it causes you to gasp out a broken moan.

“p-please… please.. need ‘t cum…” it’s a weak response, but you truly aren’t able to conjure up anything better. your hips have a mind of its own, grinding back on leon’s cock desperately searching for release.

leon would want to make you beg for it until you were screaming, but he had to have some type of consideration for his sick baby, right?

he doesn’t respond to your begging, only continuing to pound into you. it feels so good you feel like you’re about to pass out, head empty and dizzy.

he reaches around once more, slapping your bouncing tits a few times, making you gasp. you throw your hands up, trying to stop him but he easily swats your hands away and continues. his fingertips drop down harshly right on your hard, sensitive nipples. “nuh uh, baby. what did i say, huh?” he threatens in a high pitched, taunting baby-like voice.

“‘m sorr- sorry, daddy!” you cry out, hiccuping, your voice hoarse.

“mm, it’s okay, my sweet girl. ‘s brave, endured so much for daddy. go ahead and cum, baby. cum all over daddy’s cock.” he says through gritted teeth. he stops his assault on your tits, bringing his hand down to rub at your puffy clit.

your hand wraps around his wrist, pushing it down harder against the swollen nub. he smirks at this. your lip is drawn between your teeth, body going stiff as you near your release.

“cmon, baby. be a good girl for me. wanna feel that tight pussy cum around my cock. you want it, don’t you?” he encourages, his balls drawing up, so so so close to cumming inside of you.

“mhm, mhm, mhm!” you moan, nodding your head once you feel your orgasm approaching. your jaw goes slack, eyes rolling back into your head, body convulsing as you cum hard. your head is thrown back, resting on leon’s shoulder. he places kisses on your temple, holding you tight through your release.

he starts rutting into you like a rabbit as he cums, shooting his load deep into your womb, offering a warm satisfaction in your lower belly. his thrusts turn into slow, sharp ruts, making sure your cunt takes everything he has to give.

“fuck, baby.” he grunts, his body convulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. he stays inside of you for a moment. both of you are breathing hard and you sigh tiredly. he moves the hair from out of your face, kissing you sweetly on the cheek.

your cheeks are red and puffy, stained with tears. you feel so good, you can’t even be upset at what just happened. in fact, you want it to happen again.

exhaustion washes over you. your thoughts, your morality… it can wait for the morning.

“go back to sleep, sweet girl. daddy will take care of you. love you so much, princess.” he kisses your forehead, nosing your hairline, inhaling your sweet scent. he just can’t get enough. such a perfect little girl, and now he’s claimed you. his perfect little girl, all for him.

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ronearoundblindly · 3 months

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Hideout (1)

touch-starved!Nomad Steve Rogers x motel employee!Reader

Puppy, (see premise post or series)

Summary: An ultra-shy man named Grant arrives with various friends to your family-owned motel. He opens up slowly over the months...and grows a fantastic beard. 🤭

While this part has no mature situations, this series will be 18+ only. MINORS DNI. This is mostly pure setup for the smut in every future chapter. Your media consumption is your responsibility; please choose for yourself if these matters trigger you. If so, there is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this work is not it! WC ~2k

He first arrives with only his friend—two fit fellas, one white, one black. They pay in cash, share a double room. The most information you get is Tom Smith, the more open of the two, joking that you’ll have to excuse Grant’s shyness.

Grant doesn’t seem to respond to his own name.

He’s a beefy blond, and your impression is the man doesn’t need to have a lot going on up top to get by in life. You do try not to judge, though. Your job is more about keen observation and recognizing the needs of your guests.

These two guests need privacy. They aren’t unfriendly, but they are not chatty. They go as quickly as they came. One night. The room is slept in, but they were clean enough.

The next time they show up they need three rooms, but you only have two available. Tom and Grant bunk up again, and a couple are with them who do not come into the office. The woman has beautiful auburn hair that she covers with a ball cap, and her very tall beau—whose hand she holds—shields himself in far more clothing than necessary this time of year.

They all sleep (you assume) during the day and only socialize at night when the other guests aren’t around.

Not that the party is loud; they simply seem more at ease when it’s harder to see. They stay three or four days, leaving rather suddenly early one night after paying for the time already.

Sporadically, this continues.

Once it’s only the couple. She is very reserved and he is very awkward, but again nice enough. They stay for nearly two weeks, enjoying hikes in the area, always holding hands. The woman relaxes significantly. It’s quite lovely to see.

Mister and Misses Durham, you know them as. They don’t always respond by name either.

Another visit makes five guests with the addition of a beautiful young woman. Her hair is cropped and bleach blond, and she is by far the most at ease.

It’s this visit that you realize they are just staying in their rooms during the day not sleeping, and you find the karaoke machine to take to Tom’s room.

He’s thrilled, thank goodness, because you don’t normally offer up activities to those who don’t ask about them, but Tom bangs on the doors of the other two (you think) couples so they can join him.

You’re about to leave when he asks you to do a duet with him.

Grant throws out that Tom enjoys Marvin Gaye. It’s the most you’ve heard him say, ever.

“I do,” Tom agrees, “but I don’t mess with the master.”

So you have the idea to sing Marvin Gaye—the song—with Tom as Charlie Puth and you as Meghan Trainor.

It’s quite a lot of fun, belting as best you can, finding Grant’s intense gaze on you for the lyrics: I’m like a stray without a home… I’m like a dog without a bone…

Just as quickly, however, you have to go back to the front desk. Duty calls and all.

You make sure they know the machine is all theirs for as long as they want. Their rooms are too far down the line of the building to hear if they do enjoy it for long, but you get no complaints about noise. You hope for the best.

Later that night, Grant comes by the office, carrying the machine with a smirk on his face and the most genuine appreciation on his lips. He has a lovely deep voice you never knew about.

He just talks to you.

It’s all superficial conversation about the area, the weather, what activities you like on your days off, but even that seems a struggle for him.

Tom was not kidding. His friend is extremely shy. He has trouble thinking up casual questions. He can’t look you in the eye until responding, and he doesn’t give more than a few words in answer to anything.

You laugh--you have to—when Grant asks if he can walk you to your door, which…is ludicrous because you live in the house a whopping fifty meters past the main motel. Your family has owned and run this place for three generations. You’ve walked that path your whole life.

“I like walking,” he shrugs, though from the sheer muscles on him, he does way more than just walk. “I was gonna do a lap or two anyway.”

“Well, I have to wait for Clark to show up, but—“ you look him up and down “—okay.”

Grant is so sweet but so stiff. He holds himself with purpose when actively thinking, but you catch him having these distant moments. He withers like a violet, a shell that’s too small for his big body. He seems lost and lonely.

You’re glad to do whatever keeps him company. Your goal for the night is to make Grant smile as much as humanly possible, but that’s difficult when he won’t let you know anything about him.

Twenty minutes later, Clark, a local stoner kid who hardly looks up from his phone, waltzes in, stepping around Grant like a wall that’s always been there and throwing a “hey, man” out with zero regard for a response. Classic Clark. That’s why he’s on night shifts.

So you grab your bag and let Grant hold the door open for you.

Maybe you’ve been watching the Durhams too much when they come around, but you feel a compulsion to hold his hand. You don’t, obviously, because you only just heard this guy speak for the first time today. It would also be incredibly awkward to hold Grant’s hand in the dead silence that follows on your way up the gravel path.

You’re so consumed by figuring out what to say next that you don’t notice till the beast is right there.

An elk walks right in front of you, taller than Grant. From this angle the animal blocks the entire view of your house it’s so big, and you jump back, slamming into your startled escort’s chest.

You both freeze as it moves slowly at a diagonal to the other side of woods, bringing it and its gigantic horns closer still.

It squawks like some sort of awful banshee and stamps huge hoofs. You throw your weight backward and spin to flee, clambering over Grant’s body.

Why you’re so scared, who knows; you should be used to the wildlife, but no creature has ever done this before.

The most shocking thing, however, is how strongly Grant tries to hold you immobile.

The harsh grip on your waist and the way he hisses through his teeth for you to stop should be your hint, but instead you cling to him harder, asking quietly if the animal is gone.

“Uh…” Grant tenses against you. “It’s…it’s just—“ he shudders when you wriggle “—yes, gone,” he bites out, pushing you away by the hips.

He takes a second to breathe, buries his hands in his pockets, and leans forward, gathering himself.

It was scary. That could have turned nasty very quickly. You were lucky Grant was there and calm…except he was sorta the reason you were distracted in the first place.

Finally composed, he sighs and motions forward. “Let’s get you home.”

Two months later, Grant’s initial five o’clock shadow has come in nicely.

You’ve learned the routine of their check-in. There’s only one room available, unfortunately, but if they stay more than two days, there should be another open.

Tom shrugs and offers a playful, “we’ll see. We go where the wind takes us.” He smooths his palm over a fresh fade at his nape and the sharp angles of his goatee.

“And you, I see, have stopped in for a cut with Terrence in town. He loves the three slices like that.” That's how the barber marks his work. Terrence's shop is very popular.

“It’s a good signature. Wish I could'a convinced this big lug to get a trim.” Tom elbows his friend who stares at his feet.

Grant runs his fingers through his golden locks and swallows. “Yeah, well, maybe next time.”

Without realizing what you’re doing, you stand on the rungs of your stool behind the counter and reach for his lusciously full beard.

“Don’t you dare get rid of this,” you chide, fingertips grazing the skin of his cheek beneath the course yet soft hairs.

You should apologize. You should let go and sit back down. You should professionally hand them their key and be done with it, but instead, you linger, watching his blue eyes darken with a primal devastation.

He’s prey caught in a cage.

You release Grant’s face with an awkward laugh and a shake of your head.

Tom makes his own, very knowing face, and winks.

“You should do that more. Touch him. He could use it.”

Grant clears his throat harshly and blushes, mumbling something about which room number you said they had and that he’ll bring the other bags from the car. He leaves. Tom takes the keys with another wink and a sassy tap on the hardwood.

“Thank ya, ma’am. We appreciate it.”

It’s about twenty minutes later when your pen rolls off the edge of the counter, you find a small duffle left where Grant stood.

“He was joking. It was a joke,” Grant blurts when he finds you standing there to give it back.

You just smile and say Tom isn’t wrong.

“So, if you ever just want a hug…” you mutter, taking a chance to scratch at his bearded chin again. “Not like you’re gonna hurt me.”

He looks back inside, as if seeking permission or checking to make sure his friend is still in the bathroom, singing in the shower.

Grant can’t seem to meet you halfway, but he does inch forward, struggling to word a simple ‘yes.’

The tentative embrace starts with only the top of his chest touching you, bent so his butt is out, no pressure on his hands at your shoulders, so you push a little more and a little more. You get close enough he needs to wrap his arms around you instead. He has to stand straight so his chin doesn’t poke your forehead. He whimpers slightly when your own arms encircle his tiny waist.

A few breaths later, he relaxes into a lovely full-body hug, his rough fingertips on your bare skin where your shirt bunched up. You’re both being human, no more, no less, tangled in simple comfort.

Grant tucks his face into your collarbone suddenly and squeezes, not so hard that it hurts but not gently either. The move tickles you with his beard, your hands pawing up his back as you giggle, and he whines like wounded prey.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothe. “I can be here, if you want, to hold. It’s okay.”

That has the opposite effect you intended, knocking him out of some soft reverie and launching him back a foot, a necessary but unwelcome distance.

Grant looks guilty, needy, and resigned as he thanks you for returning the bag and sees you out the door.

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A/N: This will be the shortest (probably) of all the parts, and yeah, we get into some smuttier moments pretty quickly... Stay tuned!

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 4 months

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Coffee & Salted Caramel (Dad Best Friend!John Price Dark Romantic Headcanons)

CoD ML

It takes a moment for John to realise it’s you standing in front of him. However, after carefully scrutinising your face under the guise of a polite smile, there’s a spark of recognition in his pretty blue eyes.

In his defence, the last time he saw you was about ten years ago when you were an awkward teen just entering puberty. So little could have prepared him for seeing you now, blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

He doesn’t go in for a hug or a handshake, though it looks like the latter. Nevertheless, as soon as you’ve placed your hand in his, John brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them. “My lady.”

The dark satisfaction blossoming in his chest due to your flabbergasted expression is carefully concealed behind a cheeky smile. A smile which is easily mistaken as amused, kind.

Without any other implications than friendship.

Picks you up from work if you’re working late and during winter. If you’re working the morning shift and therefore have to be there early, he’ll escort you to make sure you’re alright. At first John tells himself he’s simply being a gentleman, a proper captain. Moreover, he’s doing his best friend a service by keeping his daughter safe.

From men like him.

To keep you for himself.

Your father may or may not have let slip you go to the gym. A comment in which John saw a golden opportunity to get closer to you and reconnect. Or, rather, truly connect.

So you now find yourself three times a week working out alongside your father’s best friend, who kindly picks you up and drops you off after each session.

Who you’ve noticed glaring and sometimes even downright scowling at the other men there. Especially when he’s acting as your personal trainer.

Ngl, he makes for a good workout partner. Of course he respects your boundaries, but gradually tries to push you beyond them. Henceforth, when one week you swear you won’t be able to do a deadlift with 10kg on either side, you find yourself more than capable the next.

Though he’d never admit it, John loves showing off his strength and size. He might be middle aged, but he sure is still as capable, if not more, than in his younger years.

Another thing he’d keep a secret is how you wearing a choker tempts him to submit fully to instinct, play dangerously with the thought of claiming or, rather, owning you.

Frequently takes you out for hikes, picnics (weather permitting), trips around the country, and coffee. Whereas your father regards the outings with his best friend as enrichment because you two don’t get to do that stuff and acts of kindness, John actually sees them as unofficial dates.

Small moments during which he can properly fancy himself your partner.

You sing as a side hustle and have landed a performance at John’s favourite pub. Now, being a good friend to your father and simply being kind, he offers for you to stay overnight at his place. After all, the venue is too far from home to make it there afterwards safely.

Despite being seated in the back amongst the shadows, you feel John’s eyes on you throughout the show. Little do you know he occasionally closes his eyes, shutting out the world to enjoy your voice. It’s a lullaby that temporarily puts the rage seething beneath his skin to rest.

Gets grumpy when a guy approaches you to strike up a conversation after you’re done.

John knows you’re your own person and yet here he is, sulking and brooding over a pint because of a nagging sense he knows is unjustified. For fuck’s sake, you’re his best friend’s daughter! What the hell would you do with a guy his age, damaged beyond repair and haunted by ghosts?

Yet, he stands before you in no time and roughly grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him towards the exit. “On your feet. We’re leaving.”

On the way to his house, his grip remains iron-like regardless of how you struggle, whimper, beg, and try to pry his hand loose. Nonetheless, he remains as quiet, as tight-lipped, as when you ask him about his years in the army. Only when you call out his name with an ugly sob does he let go.

You flinch and step back when he turns around and comes closer, mortified by his fuming expression. John takes a deep breath, wishing he could kick himself in the face now that he finally sees how he hurt you. Moreover, in spite of his own disregard of rules and protocol, this type of behaviour would put any good captain to shame. That is, when directed at a loved one rather than a teammate. “I… I’m sorry.”

“What’s this about?” His gaze remains steady on the ground, even when you come closer to bridge the distance between you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, poppet. Maybe it’s just the pints that get me a bit violent. Drank one too many.”

“John-“

“Let’s go home.” Hands tucked into his pockets, he turns on his heel and starts walking again. He’d hold your hand, but after that little incident he’s too terrified to touch you. More than that, he grows bleak at the thought this or similar incidents which perhaps have yet to occur will eventually lead to you resenting him.

With you, he doesn’t want to be Captain Price.

He wants to be a man rather than a soldier.

A man properly caring for his girl by making sure she doesn’t want for anything.

Trying to sweep the incident on the street under the rug once you’re at his place, John stands in the doorway to the guest room as he watches you rummage in your bag. “Something wrong, love? Forgot your post-concert snack stash?”

You share his smile, the idea of glaring at him evaporated the moment you lock eyes. “Very funny, John.”

“I can make us something, though, if you’re still hungry. I ain’t a good cook, but I think I can manage scrambled eggs on an English muffin. Sober enough for that, at least.”

“I’m alright. Still, thanks. Turns out, I forgot my pyjamas.”

“You can lend a shirt. Let me find one.”

A wee while later, after being occupied a little too long with picking something for you to wear and distracted by the strain in his pants, he returns with a hoodie. He’d rather you be too hot than cold.

“Arms up, doll face.” Without questioning the nickname, you do as he says. His breath hitches as you wriggle into his hoodie, staring up at him with doe eyes.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to pick you up, twirl you around, and tuck you into bed. Say what you will, but beneath the lust there’s the genuine want to take care of you.

Distrustful of his hands, he crosses his arms and nods to the bed. “Hit the hay. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast, so don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you. Goodnight, John.”

He almost breaks, almost reaches out to pat your head to satisfy himself as much as he allows himself. But he doesn’t. “Goodnight, love.”

Nothing could have prepared him for seeing you do Pilates in the morning.

He stops in the doorway, frozen in place by fascination and the feeling he hasn’t been able to shake off since seeing you again for the first time in forever. Honestly, seeing you stretch and bend this way and that doesn’t help him think any clearer either. In fact, it only throws him deeper down the rabbit hole created by the fantasy of you pinned beneath him, breathless and whimpering his name as he has his way with you.

And he just dealt with his morning wood before coming downstairs.

As silent as a ghost, John slips back upstairs to calm himself down yet again, only leaving the bedroom when he hears you in the shower.

We all know perfectly well why I had to include this particular gif. And no, I’m not sorry.😝😹

Using the towels he prepared for you last night before dragging his ossified arse to bed.

Breakfast is elaborate with croissants, freshly brewed coffee (and your favourite syrup to put in it, salted caramel), orange juice, bread, jams, yogurt, and fruit. The food extravaganza makes you stop in your tracks to take in the sight.

“Thought I’d surprise you and apologize for last night. I stepped out of line.” John settles down and gestures to the one across from him. “Please.”

You nod, still too flabbergasted by the feast.

After a few moments of eating and drinking in silence, you pose the question which has been weighing heavily on your mind. “Why did you really act like that?”

“Guys like that want nothing but sex with a pretty young thing.” Despite the casual tone, his gruff voice is strained as he pours you another cup of coffee. After adding enough syrup to make it to your liking, he slides the cup towards you. “Besides, I promised your dad I’d watch over you, keep you safe.”

You glance to the side. “Bullshit. Like I’m that pretty.”

“You are. I’m surprised you don’t see how easily you can wrap any man around your finger.”

“Right. Let’s say you’re correct. I still don’t know how to… you know… have… sex.”

“Suppose you haven’t found the right person yet. Someone with the patience to take you through the motions. Who wants to take the time to love you right, map every detail of your body and learn what makes you shiver.” His eyes darken. “Someone with experience.”

Prompted by the way he sees you squirm in your seat and the front you try to put up despite the blush on your cheeks, he stands up to walk over to your side. “Someone who’s loyal. Faithful. Committed,” his breath is hot on your ear as his fingers touch your cheek, finding you pliable, your senses full of his cologne and presence, “to you. Maybe also someone who’s a little older.”

Before you can respond, John’s lips are on yours. His beard feels ticklish, but surprisingly much smoother than you thought it would be. A pleased hum reverberates in his chest when you run your fingers through it.

A lovely sound that turns into a gasp when you push him away, horrified as the truth sinks in. For nothing is more terrifying than common sense.

“I…” you begin, grasping at straws to explain yourself. It doesn’t help your heart cracks at the sight of the sadness in his eyes, badly concealed beneath the mask of the composed and determined captain.

“Y/N-“

“I should go.”

Judging by your tone, John knows he won’t be able to explain himself. “I’ll pack up some food. Have it along the way. A soldier isn’t anything if they don’t have a full stomach.”

“Text me when you’re home.” He can see the fight between confusion and affection rage in your eyes. “So I’ll know you’re safe. It might be broad daylight, but that doesn’t mean nothing won’t happen. Please, Y/N,” the way he says your name with an uncharacteristic plea hidden beneath barely composed sternness makes you waiver. “Just a text. That’s all I ask.”

“Alright.” You pull out your phone, create a new contact, and keep your gaze down towards the screen. “Spill the secret info, captain.”

After a moment’s hesitation, John curls his finger beneath your chin to tip it upwards. There’s a tremble in his hand as he cups your cheek, afraid you’ll pull away.

Change your mind.

And leave him behind.

“Promise?”

You nod, slightly leaning into his touch. “I promise.”

Packed up, the shirt he gave you the first thing to find its way into your bag, and his number in your phone, you silently leave. You know that once you turn around you’ll run right back to him, to what he can offer you. Nonetheless, to avoid problems with your father, you keep walking.

John’s gaze hot on your back, drinking salted caramel coffee.

I might turn this into a proper fic. Ah dinnae ken when or how, but what’s for sure already is that I’ve got plenty thoughts and ideas.😉

#Captain Price #John Price #Captain John Price #John Price x You #John Price x Reader #CoD x Reader #CoD Modern Warfare

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bitchy-craft · 11 months

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How Your Summer Will Go | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out how your summer will go. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1:

This pile represents a summer with warmth and joy. You'll likely spend a lot of time outdoors, soaking up the sun and enjoying the beautiful weather. This will be a great time for you to connect with friends and family, and to try new things that you've always wanted to do. You'll also meet many new people, or see many people that will give you a new sense of awareness and creativity.

Something your summer will also be filled with is relaxation and fun. You'll likely spend a lot of time at the beach, enjoying the sand and surf, or simply rest and read a book. This is a great time for you to unwind and let go of any stress that you may have been carrying, and a great time to destress it is. So take all those emotions that just never seem to leave, and slowly let them go as you enjoy your summer.

Pile 2:

Your summer will be filled with adventure and exploration. You'll probably spend a lot of time in nature, hiking and exploring the mountains. This is a great time to challenge yourself and push your limits, doing things you've never done before, or have been scared to try out.

But you'll also be faces with challenges and obstacles. You may encounter unexpected setbacks and difficulties that test your resilience and determination. You may find yourself feeling more resilient and adaptable than usual.

But even though setbacks will happen, and scary things must be done, your summer is still completely filled with excitement and surprise, don't forget that. You'll find yourself to experience unexpected opportunities and adventures that fill you with awe and wonder. Things that will give you much experience and knowledge, things that will come to use as you continue with life, so don't forget to enjoy the things you push your limits with.

Pile 3:

This pile represents a summer filled with learning and growth. You may spend a lot of time reading and studying, exploring new ideas and expanding your knowledge, or doing things other people really want to do with you. But this is a great time to invest in yourself and your future, so don't forget to do things that are good for you, that are fun to you. The summer must be about you and your enjoyment. So try not to think about work, about school, or anything else you feel like you need to focus on, but do things you want to do, and you like to do.

When you begin to do this you'll also notice that you'll discover many things about yourself, others, nature, and all the things around you. You may embark on a journey of self-discovery, visiting new places and meeting new people.

Like I stated before, in your summer you will most likely spend a lot of time with family and friends, enjoying good food and good company. Which is of course fun, but remember to also do the things you want to do. And if others don't want to join? Just do it on your own, you can be your own company.

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gingerjolover · 7 months

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your naomi blurb altered my brain chemistry and i need more 🥹 this is one idea that has been eating at my brain~

their gf getting ready, doing makeup + getting dressed etc while naomi is in bed bc they take approximately 5 seconds to get ready and so don’t need to be up. when they do eventually get up and see their gf they go so soft and lovey and won’t stop saying how beautiful she is🤭

i had to get up early to paint my brothers nails and do his makeup for his halloween parade at school so enjoy this mini fic that i typed entirely on my phone and didn’t even attempt to edit 🥳

wc: who the hell knows bc i’m on my phone :)

Naomi sleeps like a log, no matter how many times you snooze your alarm, they’re still curled into you. Even after you shut it off and get out of bed, Naomi is still snoozing away, their bare torso barely exposed by the duvet, only their nose, closed eyes and hair poking over the covers.

There’s a lot to do today, the dog needs to go to the vet, you absolutely need groceries, there’s prescriptions waiting at the pharmacy, and your friends wedding is tomorrow and you desperately want a manicure and pedicure.

Getting ready in the mornings is lonely, Naomi taking all of 10 minutes to get dressed, do skin care, and get their shoes on means you get up a lot earlier. Even if you’re just doing skin care and picking an outfit, you move a little slower, taking your time.

You’re sitting at the vanity (that Jo and Naomi so painstakingly built last christmas - never give them hammers) applying your skin care. Halfway applying your vitamin C serum you hear ruffling, Naomi readjusting in bed, the soft lights from the vanity making their way to their eye-line. Your view of their face in the mirror disappears, only their hair and upper back is showing, it takes everything in you to stay seated and not go take a bite out of your partners shoulder.

You finish your light makeup surprisingly quick, the morning sun aiding you in your lowlight makeup station. There’s a pregnant pause as you look at your closet, pursing your lips as you think about what to wear. A quick check of the weather you’re standing up, grabbing your favorite pair of jeans and a light top, LA too hot even in late October (hehe). As soon as your pajama shirt comes off you hear a huff, turning around seeing Naomi in bed, arms behind their head, upper body leaning against the headboard. You jump back, startled by their sudden position.

“You’re a creep,” you snort, slipping on a bralette, adjusting it before removing your pajama pants.

“And you’re beautiful,” Naomi counters, eyes widening and head leaning forward to get a better view of your bare legs. You toss your pajama pants at their face, Naomi catching them as they chuckle softly. “Don’t be mean,” Naomi huffs, sinking further into the bed, getting comfortable so they can watch you.

“Did you do your makeup already?” Naomi asks, yawning, hand scratching at their left collarbone.

“Yes?”

“Fuck,” Naomi whines.

“Why? What’s wrong you big baby?” you giggle, hiking your jeans up your legs and buttoning them.

“I wanted to watch you,” Naomi groans, watching you diligently as you slip on your shirt. “So pretty” they mumble.

“I still have to do my mascara,” you offer, the small playful frown on Naomi’s face makes your insides turn, wondering if you could hand them the moon right now.

“Ooh yes!” Naomi cheers, rubbing their hands together.

“You’re so weird,” you comment, putting your pajamas in the hamper before walking over to the bed, leaning over and kissing Naomi softly. Their hand immediately holds the back of your head, lips moving with yours, pulling you onto them. Their hand squeezes your ass softly, nuzzling into you, your hand rubbing their torso.

“Are you getting up?” you ask softly, kissing Naomi’s cheek.

“Mhm,” eyes shining as they stare at you. There’s a softness in them, looking at you like you pulled the sun up this morning yourself. Naomi grins cheekily, smacking a kiss to your lips with an audible ‘mwah’ sound.

“Good morning by the way,” you say finally, pushing some of their curls away from their eyes. “Mornin baby,” they say softly, holding you close in a hug before releasing you, tapping your butt as you stand up.

Naomi stands, stretching, boxers peeking above the pajama pants that hang low on their hips. Naomi’s arms flex as they stretch, your eyes running down their body. “No staring, bunny,” Naomi teases, winking and laughing as you turn away quickly, going to the vanity to apply your mascara and spray some perfume.

Naomi rubs your back as they pass you, heading to the closet to get their clothes for the day. You turn to the side, watching Naomi slide their pants up their legs, eyes burning a hole in the side of your head as they watch you fix your lashes. “You’re so fucking pretty,” they murmur, buttoning their pants.

“Shut up,” you say, eyes wide as you attempt to fix your mascara without compromising your under eyes.

Naomi comes over, still shirtless, and squats next to you, chin on your shoulder, watching you as you finish. “I can’t help it, look at you,” they say, watching your reflection in the mirror, half lidded eyes and parted mouth, they turn their head to leave a long sweet kiss on your cheek. “Beautiful girl,” Naomi mumbles, leaving a few quick pecks there before going to find a shirt and shoes.

You sit at the small bench and wait, watching them finish getting ready, knowing that it will take all of 5 minutes in the bathroom for them to use the bathroom, brush their teeth, and do skincare.

“Can I put your perfume on?” Naomi’s asking, almost sheepishly.

“Mhm,” you nod, wiggling your fingers at the small dish, telling Naomi to pick one for the day. They automatically reach for the one they got you on your birthday last year. You stand, Naomi chuckles as they spritz a few times and make you walk through it, hips moving side to side. You giggle as Naomi spritzes again, holding a hand out for you and making you twirl under their arm and into their embrace. Naomi kisses your neck under your ear before doing two half sprays on each side and a small one on the hollow of your throat. “There you go baby doll,” Naomi murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Fuck,” they say, eyes darting all over your face. “You’re so pretty baby,” Naomi groans, kissing your nose softly.

“Okay, enough, go wash your face,” you giggle, pushing Naomi away and towards the en suite.

You head downstairs and not even 5 minutes later, Naomi comes downstairs, ready and fresh faced. Your dog is instantly on them, mooching, asking for treats.

“Mama would kick my ass bud, after the vet, okay? shhh” they say softly, conspiring with your dog who’s tail his wagging at max speed.

You give Noami a look, one eyebrow raised as you grab their car keys, both of your bags, the dog’s leash and y’all’s water bottles. Naomi shrugs innocently, “What babe? I didn’t give him anything!” they say softly. You’re rolling your eyes, smiling creeping up your face as you hand Naomi the leash.

Naomi looks down at your sweet pup, kneeling down and connecting the leash to his collar, “I told you man, she’s the boss,” they say, while shaking their head.

#anon cutie #naomi mcpherson mini fic #naomi mcpherson x reader #muna mini fic #we love naomi in this house

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arueternity · 8 months

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Rituals and Bones

OC! Vessel X GN! Reader NSFW MDNI Quick reminder guys this is my version of Vessel and the boys, none of this is canon unless you're talking about MY (AruEternity's) LORE!

Tags: Smut, Vessel x reader, blood play, major character death, domestic violence, fucking in the woods, choking, ritualistic sex... if there's more please tell me

It was dark, but not the kind where it was difficult to see where you were going. No, it was the type where trees soared high and blocked most of the light struggling to filter through, making the atmosphere eerie, yet peaceful. The weather was perfect for your adventure of hiking through the woods. It allowed for it just to be warm enough that you didn’t freeze but just cool enough that you weren’t sweating too badly.

You have never been in these woods before, hearing about them from a friend of a friend. She had said that there was a beautiful opening much deeper in the forest, where the trees parted and gave away to a small little pond. “The most peaceful place,” the girl had said as she gave you the directions.

Of course, it was a peaceful place once you had reached the big entrance to the circle. The trees gave way just like she had said, the birds chirped beautifully as the local deer stayed in the tree line. What you hadn’t expected was a man kneeling down in front of the pond.

He seemed to be wearing ritual-like clothing, almost as though you had interrupted a beautiful moment between him and some type of witchy moment of his. The man seemed to have a mask placed next to him as well, noticing the red and white flowers crawling up to the three sets of eyes staring up at the sky from where it lay.

You accidentally step on a stick while trying to turn around to leave the male in his own peace. He quickly turned around, half expecting it to be a deer but instead, he is met with your curious eyes. Your body freezes as you put on your best smile, awkward as it may be you did your best to make sure the male understood you were no threat to him.

“H-hello?” You cringe at your timid voice, clearing your throat before trying again, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

The male shakes his head and moves to stand, subconsciously reaching for the mask before he stops, fingers seemingly itching to grab at the item. He brushes back his dark hair, the length reaching just above his shoulder. To you the man seemed beautiful, almost too perfect to say the least.

He shakes his head and offers you to come over by waving his hand in front of him in an elegant manner. “No you’re okay don’t worry.”

You sigh internally happy that the male wasn’t too upset with you. As you sit closer to take in the surroundings once again, the light darkening just softly, just enough so the grove wasn’t too hot and or sunshiny.

“Again I’m sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing..” You trail off yet again as you got closer to the beautiful man. With a hand reaching out offering up a greeting, you spoke happily.

“My name is,” He pauses to stop slightly, before smiling at you, flashing a handsome white smile, “Elliot.”

He takes your hand in his and instead of shaking it, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on top of your hand. You blush slightly from the interaction, weirded out but also now even more curious about this strange gentleman in the woods. Elliot lets go of your hand and walks around the pond, looking into it as though he was looking at the most amazing thing in the world. Though you can agree it is beautiful, the lily pads that had grown cover the top hiding away the fish. The tall lush flower in the middle hold home to many tiny insects that almost cutely look at you as you step closer.

You sigh softly at the amazement of the tiny fish that dance around the pond. It really was a beautiful place just like your friend had said. The man looks up at you, catching your glaze in the process, he smiles softly yet again before he begins to speak of a weird god named Sleep. “You know it’s not often many people come here nowadays,” He pauses to add a dramatic effect like you would in a speech, “It seems almost everyone has forgotten about the lovely pond I use to worship.”

You tilt your head in confusion but motion for him to continue his spill, almost creepily wanting to drink up everything the male says. “Its so peaceful here I can almost hear Sleep whispering to me, ‘Go do great my child.’” Elliot laughs softly and shakes his head, looking at you with so much peace and joy in his heart that you can’t help but feel the same. You sit your bags down, ignoring the soft rattle of all the bones you had picked up along the journey. You didn’t know who this “Sleep” was but the way Elliot seemed to talk about him made you feel as though he was safety and joy, calm and protection.

“So Sleep talks to you how?” You ask while sitting down near the edge of the pond, watching as a fish swims curiously closer to you. It bobs its head as the male across the pond begins to speak with his praise. “Through my mind, the cards, my resting time, Sleep he is everywhere…” He preaches softly, looking at you to make sure you were paying attention. When he notices you staring at the fish in the pond the beautiful face turns sour, brows knitting together with a curl of his lip. He takes a quiet deep breath and replaces the face with a much more welcoming one before you could even notice.

You look up and smile softly at the other, eyes full of wonder as you question and listen. “So Sleep is a god? He’s all-powerful and knows everything?”

At your question, Elliot’s face lights up and he smiles brightly showing off his beautiful fang-like k-9 teeth, something you had not caught before. It doesn’t bother you at all, in fact, you find yourself wanting to stare at him more and more.

“Of course, my lo- My Sleep is a god! He is the greatest god we know of, except for you, my dear…” He purrs the last part, almost inhumanly, the way his words rolled off his tongue entices you to listen in. You hum softly in acknowledgment, listening further in as he details how great Sleep is. Slowly as he talks the sky begins to turn dark, the crickets now chirping their songs instead of the birds, the deer running off to find a safe place for the night. The trees going eerie with how dark it had gotten, their branches seemingly losing their leaves to the cloak of the night. The fog rolls in, covering your lap and Elliot’s feet, the hooting of an owl breaking the trance you both were in. “Oh, its night time…” You mumble and look at your phone, just now noticing you had no battery after it having been on the whole day.

Elliot looks down at you, noticing your slight worry, and smiles softly, the perfect timing. “Are you going to need help getting to a safe place my dear?” He asks softly, coming closer to you after picking up his mask and putting it on. You nod your head and begin to stand, brushing off the grass from the bottom of your pants. With a sigh, you grab your backpack full of your collection and sling it over your shoulder once again. “Definitely, I’ve never been here before..”

The male nods and waves for you to follow him, normally you would have not but after spending the whole day with the strange male, you felt oddly at ease and comfortable with following him.

The two of you walk to a small cave that clearly has been used, a small burnt-out campfire with a small blanket laid on the ground. You look at it strangely but brush it off assuming since Elliot has been here before this must be his mess.

“I’m sorry it's not much it’s just all I can find in quick notice,” He says softly, almost as though he was upset he couldn’t bring you to a better place

You shrug and sit down on the little blanket, brushing off any dirt that may have made its way onto you. With a sigh he sits down the opposite of you, looking at you up and down, taking in your features yet again. Elliot hums softly and works to start the fire again, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and sorting through the old but unburnt wood. His voice echoing through the small cave in a beautiful wave, filling you with yet again burst of energy and peace.

“So how does one worship Sleep… I want to know so I can.” You casually bring up while running and hand through your hair, watching as Elliot slowly looks up at you with curious bright eyes. He stops humming, those bright blue eyes turning to look into yours, his smile bright yet again as though he was prepared to hear the question come from your mouth.

Different gods had always excited you, bringing a new wave of curiosity as you researched them. You had known almost all the gods that the average library and a quick but in-depth Google search would allow you, so learning about such a god that is worshipped so heavily by this man seemed perfect.

Elliot looks at you with wonder and smiles happily, ready to launch himself into the detailed worship rituals for Sleep. “There’s many my dear, many such as chants in other tongues, sacrifices of bones that are harvested from your own kill, complex rituals, the list goes on. I can detail some of them for you if you’d like.” You shake your head no, understanding that this wouldn’t be as easy as you had originally thought. Believing that maybe it was as simple as taking a nap and reciting a few words beforehand seeing as the name of the god was Sleep after all. “Is there not any that we can do now?” You ask leaning closer to Elliot, getting lost in those eyes that held the blue Atlantic in them.

He chuckles lightly, a blush slowly forming from his neck up to his ears, he turns nervously looking around the cave taking in its beautiful details. He began mumbling softly, avoiding your question, not prepared to answer it truthfully.

With a head tilt, you reach out to Elliot, gently touching at his knee trying to pull his attention back to you and your question. The male jumps at the touch causing you to pull your hand away from him, not wanting to cross any type of boundary there may be. The dark-haired man sighs softly, clearing his throat before looking back at you, the blush now slowly fading.

“Well, there is another way…” You nod urging for him to continue, “I can show you but I would need your consent to touch you first my dear.”

You thought for a second, allowing the words of the other to mix together to form a sentence. Elliot was talking about sex, a practice of worshipping through combining two bodies. This wasn’t abnormal for most gods, any believing sex and intercourse to be a high form of worship. In fact, you have done things that were more out there then something as simple as having sex with someone.

With a soft hum, you look Elliot in the eyes, smirking seductively as you whisper just loud enough he could hear you, ‘I give you my consent Elliot…”

He clears his throat at hearing this, standing up to his full 6’2 height, towering over your sitting form. He crouches down closer to you, getting in your face, brushing his nose against yours. “Good pet…” He whispers softly before kissing you passionately, spreading your legs as you return the kiss with a soft moan at the intensity. He pushes your legs over his hips, gently guiding you to lay down flat against the blanket, his hips now flush with your own.

He wraps his hand around your throat, lightly resting it there as he nips at your lip, drawing a gasp from you, allowing him access to your mouth. Elliot licks into your mouth before pulling away leaving a string of spit between the two of you. You whine softly reaching for him, pulling him down by the edges of his long jacket, kissing him again, drawing it out much longer.

Your hips buck up against his as he slowly trails the kisses down from your lips to your neck, there he bites softly, bruising a hickey into your skin. Your face, warm as the blush travels upwards, a soft moan leaving your mouth as Elliot uses his mouth on your hip.

“So good underneath me…” He whispers in your ear after leaning back, kisses it softly before moving back to pull at your shirt, looking at you for permission to continue. You give him a small nod, putting your arms up helping aid him in getting the offensive shirt off. He groans so lowly it can only be described as a growl at the sight of your skin, so smooth as ready for him to litter with marks of his own.

Elliot takes off his jacket, necklaces still on hitting the smooth skin of his pecks and stomach, your mouth watering slightly at the sight now that you were truly able to look disrespectfully. Wanting to trace your tongue over the muscles of the other’s stomach, you lean forward, tracing your hand over his flexing stomach.

He flinches softly but groans lowly in the back of his throat, enjoying the touch of you to his skin. He grabs your hand and moves it closer to his semi-hard cock, sex twitching in your hand as your own begins to scream for attention. You whine softly and squeeze, palming it gently in your palm, bringing the male to a full hard-on.

With a soft sigh, you lean back against the blanket, arching your back and spreading your legs to grab the other’s attention. Elliot moves forward, grabbing at your pants and underwear, looking at you for permission to take them off with slightly shaking hands. You give him a pleading look before pushing your hips up, allowing for him to quickly pull them down, exposing your needy sex.

You moan into the cave, your voice echoing due to the cold air lapping at your need. Elliot laughs softly and kisses your stomach, looking up at you with hooded lust-filled eyes, “Darling you’re so needy for me already.”

He kisses further down to your hip, to your thighs then finally reaching the spot you wanted it the most. He teasingly blows the cold night air against your entrance before sitting up with a smile on his face. You whine as he pulls away, wanting him to give you exactly what you need, knowing that the man probably could pick you apart so easily. Spreading your legs further you bat your eyes up at Elliot, pleads falling from your kissed red lips, “Please please oh god please…” Elliot only chuckles softly, and shakes his head, “There is no god here but Sleep my love.” He purrs gently, reaching down to brush two of his fingers against your lips, pushing them past them into your mouth. You moan around the digits, licking and sucking on them as you would if it were to be his cock.

“That’s enough…” He growls out, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, moving them closer to your entrance. The man rubs them around your hole, wetting it before pushing one finger in slowly, carefully to make sure you are not hurting. He looks at your pleasure-filled face, your hips pushing down against the intrusion, needing and wanting more than what he is giving you. You sigh softly and wiggle your hips down further, signaling to him that it was okay.

Elliot slowly pulls his finger out, pushing it back in at a slow but steady pace, stretching the cute hole of yours, all for him to break and use it. He sighs softly, palming his own cock at the sight in front of him.

You push your hips down one more time and whine loudly as he hips the little bundle of nerves inside of you by accident. The other smiles widely before leaning down and spitting at your entrance, slipping in another finger to prepare you.

It wasn’t long before he was fucking you roughly with his fingers, pushing them in and out while spreading them to stretch you perfectly for his cock. Every inward thrust was an attack on your sweet spot, rubbing and playing with it as though he had nothing better to do. Your whines and whimpers of pleasure growing louder the closer you get.

Everything was wet, ready, and needy for Elliot to touch, but he purposely ignored you, focusing on spreading out your already prepared hole. “Elliot, please.. For the love of everything fuck me!” You snap, sitting up on your elbows to look at the other.

That is when you take note of his actions, his cock was beautifully on display for you, glistening with precum that had dripped down his shaft as he played with his balls. He looks up at you as though he had been caught, caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Elliot whines softly before getting closer to you, pushing you to lie flat.

He edges closer to you, pulling his fingers out and wiping the wetness onto his cock, groaning lowly in his throat at the sensitive touch. The beautiful eyes from before look at you, almost pleading as he whines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, staring into your eyes, asking for permission to push in.

“Please… Come on you can fuck me good~” You moan out softly, trying to entice the worshipper. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, holds it, and pushes inside of you.

The two of you both moan softly at the spark of pleasure, bodies growing even warmer as he stops to look down at where you are connected. He laughs in pleasure, a hand grabbing at your hip to hold you down as he pushes halfway in. You whimper softly, covering your mouth to hide the pleasurable pain from the stretch. Looking up at him with eyes full of lust as he thrust the rest of his cock in, filling you nicely.

Elliot stays still for a second, allowing you to readjust to his girth, smiling softly at the soft pleasured moans escaping your mouth. He leans down close to your ear, nipping at it softly while whispering sweet praises, “Taking me so well love…”

The pace starts slow, his hips pulling his wet cock out before he plunges it back inside of you, shots of pleasure running up your spine. You move your hand to wrap around his back, digging and clawing your way into his back, marking him up as yours. A soft whine escapes your mouth as he angles his hips to slowly but deeply pound into your sweet spot.

You moan loudly, the wet noises of your entrance squishing around his cock, taking him in so deeply. Whimpering softly you push your hips down, trying to buck up to quicken the pace. The grip on your hips tightens, pushing your hips to the ground keeping you from moving, keeping you from speeding up the achingly slow pace.

“What’s wrong pet? Can’t handle it slow? But you’re handling my cock buried inside of you” He teases in your ear, nipping and licking at it slowly, kissing down from your ear to your jaw. He leaves small hickies here and there, bruising you as his as you had him.

Elliot bites down roughly on your shoulder blade, teeth sinking into the skin as his cock slows down to a barely moving pace. The bite slowly starts to ooze blood causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure due to the unexpected pain. He chuckles as he pulls back to lap at the blood now making its way down your shoulder.

You whine moving your hips, trying to push the other to move again. He takes the hint and picks up the pace, fucking into your hole with a much rougher pace than before. Elliot chuckles softly and tilts his head at you, smiling with those sharp fang-like teeth. “You tasted so fucking good darling…”

With your eyes rolling back, you arch your back in pleasure feeling as the male above you pounds into your sweet spot again, drilling you and filling you full all at the same time.

The wet sounds of your entrance sucking him in further echo through the cave, his and your moans mixing together into a sweet melody. Elliot softly groaning in pleasure, eyes closed as he leans down into your shoulder, licking at the bite mark again, trying to draw more blood from it. You whimper as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, the pounding of the cock inside of you making your insides quiver. Just as you were about to reach your peak, panting with short “ah”s as he pounded into you, Elliot forcefully wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as he continued chasing his own pleasure.

A pathetic whimper leaves your mouth as the pressure around your throat slowly increases to a point of worry. You try tapping at the male’s arm, signaling for him to let go, but he refuses, giving you a soft almost lovingly smile as the world around you begins to look spotty. Your head begins to feel fuzzy, the dark black spots during into you slowly losing the last bit of air in your lungs. Darkness taking over as you feel Elliot still moving inside of you.

When you wake you feel the heaviness of your body, everything hurting as though you had been dragged from hell and earth again. Voices, there were so many voices to be heard, talking as though they were pleading and begging for someone.

“Vessel, please! I want first dibs!” A voice whines loudly, causing your ears to ring at how thick and loud the accent was. You tried moving your head to look at the source of the sound, but your head was heavy with fog from losing oxygen. A soft whine leaves your throat, no one picking up on it due to the arguing from another voice.

“You always ask for first dibs III, it's my turn now.” Another softer voice argues back, keeping a calm tone but with an edge of irritation.

Someone clears their throat and all of the voices stop, everyone seems to hold respect for the person, “I decide who goes first, I think our lovely IV deserves first for once.” That voice, you knew that voice, it was Elliot, the same man who choked you to the point of passing out during a “ritual” for his god he seemed to worship.

Finally, you were able to look up, opening your blurry eyes to see that you were being held by someone, the final person who didn’t seem to be speaking at all. And there stood Elliot, wearing the same red and white floral mask you had seen from before. But now the male seemed to be holding power, the way he stands shows he was relaxed but also in control of the situation.

He notices you are awake, slowly walking closer to you, you attempt to struggle out of the 4th person’s arms, struggling with all of your might but failing miserably due to him being stronger than you. Elliot looks down at you, taking note of the bruising around your neck, finding it turning a deep purple and black from where his hand had wrapped tightly. “Looks like the sacrifice finally awoke,” He says loud enough for everyone to hear, he grabs your face and lifts it up, making it so you are forced to look around you.

There stood two other masked men, their faces covered by a black material that had a symbol painted on, the same damn symbol on Elliot’s mask.

One of these masked men stood at an impressive 6’4 in height, his bright blue eyes staring down at you in a creepy excitement, something no one should have to see. The other stood much shorter than the rest of them, standing at an almost cute height of 5’6.

The leader of the group, Elliot now deemed Vessel, grabbed you by the shirt, lifting you up a little bit taller so your feet were dangling off the ground. He stared at you for a second before gently petting your chest. You cringed and kept quiet to hopefully be able to survive whatever was going to happen.

Vessel glares at the one behind you, still holding your hands to your hand so you couldn’t escape even if you struggled more. The hand on your chest began to push and push, taking your breath away as you silently screamed. The pain growing heavier and deeper as the tears fall down your eyes, your feet kicked in the air as you tried your best to get away from the pain. Sadly you weren’t able to, feeling the deep crack of your bones in your chest, they gave way to the pressure of Vessel’s hand.

The deep red blood of your blood coats Elliot’s hand, your chest ached as his hand dove deeper and deeper inside of you. You screamed loudly, begging for him to stop slowly losing consciousness yet again, this time you didn’t wake up. Once Elliot had reached through your chest, he dug around searching for the right organ, the heart. The others sit back and watch as your body falls limp, no longer having any resistance. II, the shorter one perks up, eyeing the organ in his leader’s hand, craving the delicious taste of blood straight from the heart.

Vessel takes your heart, biting into it, chewing and swallowing the fleshy still slowly beating heart. He hums in delight when IV shifts around, looking at him with needy eyes. The red and white masked man grabbed your heart, sipping the blood as it spills from it, grabbing the man that had been holding you up. He carefully pulls the other’s mask up and watches as he opens his mouth. IV staring between Vessel and your body, opening his mouth for the other.

The leader of the cult spits the blood into the 4th vessel’s mouth, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. IV hums softly, bowing his head as he lets go of your body, dropping you to the cold forest floor. Your body hit with a thump, going limply everywhere, with blood and bits of bone messing up Vessel’s body paint.

After he finished spitting into IV’s mouth, he walked over to II, the shorter looking up at Vessel with a tired but eager expression, loving the moments of blood sacrifices. II sighs softly and pulls up his mask, reaching up and grabbing lovingly at Vessel’s cloak. The taller laughs softly and leans down, pecking II on the lips before slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth, letting the blood spill into his mouth. The drummer moans softly and swallows the blood, pulling away from Vessel to look over at IV who was now staring back at him. Creepy.

III, the tallest masked member bounces back and forth on his heels, ready to get on his knees for the other when it was his turn. Vessel, slowly turning away from II, turns to III rolling his eyes with a soft but bloody smile. He bites into the heart again, getting more blood to fill his mouth, walking over to the taller. III kneels quickly, wrapping his arms around Vessel’s legs, pulling him closer with a pathetic needy expression. He whines softly and lets Elliot lift his mask up, your blood still being held inside of his mouth, growing colder than it was supposed to be. Vessel leans down and looks at III’s beautiful blue eyes, forcing the other to open his mouth, leaning down even further to spit the blood into his mouth, letting the thick liquid coat his throat happily. The singer pulls away from III and stands in the middle of the circle, bowing his hand and clasping his hands together, praying.

All at once, all four of the vessels hear a loud booming voice in their heads, growing antsy with the anxiety that comes with it.

“Good job my vessels. We will rise soon”

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blues824 · 11 months

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I really liked your twisted wonderland yui komori s/o! By any chance can you write the same thing but with vice dorm leaders minus ruggie?

This is a yandere fic, and does not include Ortho. I do not condone this behavior in real life.

Trey Clover

The two of you became known as the parental figures of Heartslabyul, and he loved perceiving you as his future spouse. He often pressed light kisses upon your ring finger to greet you and it made you a bit flustered. Your view of him was as sweet as the desserts he makes just for you, with icing in your favorite color that spelled out your initials.

However, you were wearing rose-colored glasses. You couldn’t tell that he was buttering you up at all. To you, he was a simple baker trying to win over your heart. To everyone else, they were able to see that Trey slowly started to isolate you from everyone. You even talked to him about possibly joining a club, and he talked you out of it by telling you that it would keep you apart for longer than your classes originally did.

He called you ‘sweetheart’, and it was your contact name in his phone. You were just so nice and kind to everyone, and so naive. He would tell you that he needed help with anything, and you would be there within moments. Being the Vice Housewarden to a tyrant was just very difficult and he’s sorry he’s been busy and now you were pulling him into your chest while telling him that it was all alright.

One day, you were helping him decorate a cake in the kitchen of Ramshackle, as he stayed over because he knew of your fear of storms. He checks the weather app frequently and keeps you updated. He saw that there was a thunderstorm later, so he wanted to be there to comfort you. You let out a squeak before running into his arms after hearing a loud crash of thunder, and he knew that it was time to head into the living room.

There, he had an entire set up because he had you prepare it ahead of time. You would sit in his lap as he wrapped a blanket around the two of you, and he would have you lean in specifically to his chest where you could hear his heartbeat. He assured you that you would be completely fine and that he would protect you from everything. As innocent as this man seems, he really knows how to get you to trust him in your most vulnerable moments.

Jade Leech

Oh, you were so naive that you couldn’t even tell he was poisoning you bit by bit with his mushroom teas. You grew dependent on him, which is what he was aiming for. Don’t worry, this tea will surely heal you and cure you of your illness. And you loved him, and he gave you no reason to not trust him. He will take care of you, don’t worry, darling.

He didn’t want to kill you (obviously), but he wanted to be the one to pick you up and carry you to the infirmary or your dorm. He wanted to be the one to actually nurse you back to health. He wanted to be the provider. He wanted to establish a dynamic early on, because that’s when your isolation started as well. After all, you needed rest and quiet, and Grim, Ace, and Deuce were the exact opposite of that.

During your bedridden periods, you really got to know him better. You would listen as he told you about some of the flora that he saw when he was on his most recent hike in the mountains, and he promised that he would show you the beautiful view when you got better. This gave you a bit of hope of recovering, and there were days where you were well enough to attend classes in-person. However, Jade would swoop in when your friends tried to warn you about him and ask if anything was the matter.

But, on one of these days where you were enjoying your lunch outside with your boyfriend, you heard a crack of thunder. The eel looked up and saw that some thunder clouds were rolling in, and he said that he should move his mushrooms outside to get some rain. When he looked back at you, however, you were shaking in fear at every single crash that sounded. Jade put two and two together real quick, and he picked you up and ran back to Octavinelle.

There, he wrapped you in his blankets on his bed as he rushed to bring his mushrooms outside. Once done, he gave you one of his hoodies so that you could be further enveloped in his scent before he started to cuddle you. He would quietly shush you whenever you let out a squeak at the thunder, but because the dorm is underwater, the sound was kind of muffled. Thus, it was way better than being at Ramshackle during the storm.

Jamil Viper

He thinks that he doesn’t cling to you, and he really doesn’t in public. However, he’s insanely possessive. You don’t pick up on this, and you just think that he’s being a typical boyfriend who doesn’t want his lover being bothered. One thing that you did notice was that he was a tad insecure about himself, so you thought that he just needed love.

Having you by his side brought him comfort. You were always there for him, the one person he could go to when Kalim was being frustrating. When you agreed to be his significant other, he knew that he had to defend his title as your boyfriend. He would pull you away from every other guy (including Grim) who tried to ask you to hang out with them. He made sure you were in the front row of the bleachers during each of his basketball games. He also made sure that you were wearing his old jerseys as well.

His favorite moments with you are when you help him perform his duties around Scarabia, because it means that he can spend even more time with you. For example, if you help him cook dinner, and you’re chopping vegetables; he will sneak up behind you to wrap his arms around your torso while burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His breath tickled your shoulder, and you let out a small giggle that made his heart swoon.

However, there was a day where you didn’t make it to Scarabia. He asked around to see where you were, and it was raining at that point. Eventually, he got to Ramshackle and found you huddled with Grim in the living room with a blanket, clinging onto the cat’s fur despite his complaints. You looked mere moments from crying, and Jamil just about ran to you and kneeled down to ask what was wrong. Then, a loud crash of thunder sounded and you jumped and started to cling to him instead.

So, he sat down and pulled you deeper into his embrace so that you could seek comfort in him. He would tell you some funny stories about his years growing up with Najma, and how she would love to meet you if (when) you visited the land of Scalding Sands. It made you feel better, and eventually you fell asleep when the rain got lighter.

Rook Hunt

I hope you have a lot of room in your room for the amount of poetry this man is going to write you. What you don’t know is that he’s watching you read them through your window, and he sees the way you kick your feet in the air and squeal whenever you read them. To know that he is winning you over brings both pride and joy to his heart.

Then there’s the serenading, where he will recite poems from memory that go into depth about the love he harbors for you and how you have captured both his mind and soul. Eventually you couldn’t take it and you rushed downstairs to pull him into a kiss. This kind of fueled his obsession, but you never saw that. You saw the romantic side of the hunter, while everyone else saw the possessive side.

He loved bringing you flowers and going on picnics in the woods with you. He wanted you to know how much he treasures you. He loves taking your picture, and you love posing for them. You have become his muse, and that can be seen with the boxes upon boxes that he has of pictures just of you. You were just so beautiful and kind, it was hard to not capture you in a photo for all of eternity.

Because he liked to stalk you, he knew of your fear of storms. He, too, always checks the weather app just to see if there is a storm. If there is, he will prepare his dorm so that you can cuddle with him in his room. You didn’t even think twice about it, as you just saw it as your boyfriend looking out for you.

This happens every time there is a storm. He convinces you that you shouldn’t be alone when you are scared, and that he will always be there for his beloved. He often whispers a small poem that he wrote for you to help you go to sleep, and then he tells you that he loves you as he sees your eyes closing. However, he just watched as you slept, not daring to catch a wink. After all, he needed to make sure that you were alright and that no one would disturb you two.

Lilia Vanrouge

He scared you in the hallway, and he had to admit that it was love at first sight. That mostly means that he keeps teasing you as he walks with you all over the place. He is also the pure definition of a gentleman. He will carry your bookbag for you if it’s heavy, and he will pull out your chair for you and push it in when you both go on a date.

To everyone else, the two of you are moving quite fast. However, Lilia just keeps spinning you around so that you don’t notice anything. He greets you with two kisses: one upon your knuckle and one upon your lips. The entire Diasomnia squad sees you as their other parent because you’re so kind and tender, which means that you can’t escape even if you wanted to. They all had their claws on you, so it’s too late.

Not that you minded, because your heart beats for the old general. Every time he surprised you by hanging upside down, you gently grabbed his face and placed a light kiss on his forehead. He loved walking you to your classes to make sure that you got there safely and without Ace or Deuce causing any disturbances. After all, he doesn’t want his darling getting mixed up into more trouble when they deserve only happiness and peace.

When he found out you were scared of storms, it was when Malleus was causing one because he was ranting to you two about how everyone was scared of him and no one invited him to anything. The thunder rang throughout the dorm, and you clung onto the bat fae. He pulled you into his arms as he brought you to his room after calming down the dragon fae.

It was going to take a bit for the storm to calm down, so he just cuddled you on his bed until the noises quieted down. You fell asleep eventually, and he made sure to tuck you in properly. However, he knew that he would have to scold the prince for daring to do that to his darling who doubled as his other parent. He warned the other dorm members that if something like this were to ever happen again, they would know what it’s like to be part of a casualty number.

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sterekfests · 9 months

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Welcome to our Fall round of Sterek Fests! Sterek Fall Fest will run from September 3rd - October 7th in celebration of Fall, whether you enjoy drinking every kind of pumpkin spice drink or visiting a pumpkin patch every year. There’s a little something for everyone!

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Participating in Sterek Fall Fests is easy and stress-free! This is a no-commitment fest where you can participate as little or as much as you want. Participate in one week and none of the others if you so fancy, or participate in all of them! We have an AO3 Collection for you to post all of your creations in! This fest is open to both Fic and Art, so create to your heart's content!

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Keep reading to see all the awesome theme weeks ahead!

September 3-9: Sweater Weather

As the leaves change to a beautiful rainbow of colors, it’s time for Stiles and Derek to break out the sweaters and savor some cozy autumn days. Do they explore harvest farms and drink seasonal cups of pumpkin spice latte? Or maybe they take a hike through the woods or visit a corn maze? The possibilities are endless as they embrace the season and all the flavors of fall.

September 10-16: Baking

It’s that time of year when cool weather brings out everyone’s love for baking! Tarts, pies, pumpkin butter, cookies, cheesecake bars, and cobblers are on the menu. Is Stiles in a baking mood with the change of the weather, getting ready for the upcoming holidays? Is Derek making his mother’s from-scratch apple pie? Maybe there’s a local bake-off for a harvest festival, where Stiles or Derek is the undefeated champion, and the other has come to challenge them to an on-the-spot bake-off. May the best baker win!

September 17-23: Bonfire

The air is crisp and autumn’s arrival is the absolute perfect time of the year to take advantage of the cool nights and starry skies and to make memories around the fire pit with friends, pack, and family. Roasting marshmallows for s'mores and getting cozy with your mate is one of the many things Sterek can enjoy this Fall around the bonfire. Are they having a pack get-together at the rebuilt Hale house where Derek is hosting a bonfire party for the pack? Or perhaps they’re at the beach building up a bonfire to fight off the salty chilly air? Wherever you take Sterek this Fall, they’ll be snuggly and warm, enjoying the starry night together.

September 24-30: Pumpkin Patch

It’s that time of the year when everyone loves to visit a pumpkin patch! It’s one of the most Fall things you can do. Are Derek and Stiles getting ready for October, which is just around the corner? Are they picking out pumpkins so they can roast the seeds and use the rest for tasty recipes? Or maybe they’re taking their family to visit the games, including hayrides at their local pumpkin patch to support local farms and their seasonal farmers market? Perhaps the pack shows up for family photo ops for Eli’s first pumpkin patch visit! The possibilities are abundant, along with those cute adorable pumpkins we can only enjoy during the Fall season.

October 1-7: Haunted House

Phantoms and demons and ghosts, oh my! With Halloween around the corner, Stiles and Derek would certainly be brave enough to visit a haunted house or two, racing each other to see who would make it out first. Or maybe they work in one, chasing screaming patrons through the attraction. Either way, their wild energy and fearlessness would make for some thrilling entertainment.

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linopls · 4 months

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Im new here so askingggg do u take female x Gn! Reader bc if so MILFRACHA 🧎🧎🧎🧎

milfracha is my bias and bias wrecker which maybe says something about me

but yes of course i do so here are some of my soft headcannons of how you started dating, lmk if you want hard ones hehe

MINORS DNI! warnings: cheating in hyune's

auntie lina - god the most beautiful woman you've ever seen - she loves to take care of you like any good mother would - always buys for you, offers to do household chores for you, LOVES TO COOK FOR YOU - after her divorce she'd confess her feelings for you with tears in her eyes - "just our friendship has made me feel more cared for than he did in our whole marriage, and because of that i'm 100% sure i'm in love with you" - she would always insist she paid for dates - the first time you bought her flowers, she cried - after a while of dating she would suggest going to cabin for a weekend getaway - you two would spend the whole weekend hiking, fishing, and cooking - on the last night, she would ask you to make a trip to the convivence store a couple miles away to grab wine as she cooked dinner - she would cook you your favorite meal and set the dining area to look like a resturaunt - after dinner she would lead you back to your shared room with a glass of wine in her hand - as she opened the door you saw the bed covered in rose petals and candles everywhere - she would kiss you slow and gentle, wanting to savor every moment of hopefully her last first time - would want you both to finish at the same time, looking deep and lovingly into each other's eyes - and would fall asleep holding hands and snuggled up close together

mama hyunjin - oh wow - she comes to you about troubles in her marriage, confides in you that she thinks her husband is having an affair - as the wonderful friend you are, you try to comfort her in anyway you can - you though the best way was to distract her - you'd invite her to try a pottery class or to painting with a twist, stuff you think she'd enjoy - as the weather got colder you would take her to a pumpkin patch or to a christmas tree farm - one day, when dropping her off as you normally do, you help her bring all her new christmas decorations in the house - as she's unlocking the door she says, "y/n, i love these little dates we go on all the time." - she giggles as your cheeks flush red - dropping the bags off on the counter, she asked you to stay awhile and have a glass of wine - "han's out of the house" she would purr, tracing the outline of your jaw - you kissed her with more passion than she's ever felt in her life - as you both finish at the same time, in her incoherent whines, she would confess that she loved you - afterwards, as you clean up in the bathroom, there's a small photo of her and her husband on their wedding day and you're surprisingly guilt-free

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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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Kept By The Pack

CW: details of you getting kidnapped, fear, violence, mention of animal death

This one doesn’t go into individual details of meeting each werewolf, or their individual personalities just yet. Only one is named so far.

You’d ventured out on your own to a popular, heavily forested hiking area, staying at a beautiful and absurdly cheap lodge. The employees had all been wonderfully friendly, and the weather was beautiful. You just couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched wherever you went, indoors and out… and the employees were maybe just a little too friendly. You started to wonder if you’d stumbled into a yellow-deli situation, but they didn’t seem to share a cohesive religious or philosophical worldview.

The real problems didn’t start until it was time to leave. First, your rental car’s engine gave out. Then, the internet went down… and without good cell service up in the mountains, you couldn’t exactly call to let anyone know what had happened.

You went to the front desk for help, of course, even if the employees made you a little uneasy. Luckily it was Hunter behind the counter. The calm and collected butch was at least one of the ones you felt more comfortable around. He promised that he would call somebody to take a look at your car, and calmed your anxieties about leaving soon.

The weekend went by, with nobody coming to fix your car. You even tried to hitch a ride with other vacationers, but nobody would take you up on it. Stranger danger, and all. You watched each person and group leave, one by one, dread slowly growing with each departure, until you were the only guest left.

Without the chatter of other guests, the lodge felt absurdly empty. You found yourself jumping at every noise, goosebumps prickling at you. It was impossible to sleep that night. Eventually, fed up with the circumstances and the lack of help from the lodge’s staff, you resolved to make your way back to the main town yourself. You packed what you could into your hiking bag and left the rest there.

You snuck out as carefully and quietly as you could, knowing that if anybody caught you, they would try to convince you to at least stay until sunrise. The forest was dangerous at night. You couldn’t rationalize why, but you felt the risk was worth it as opposed to staying at the lodge any longer.

As you walked, you thought more about your stay. The employees hadn’t done anything to hurt or scare you outright. You wondered if maybe you’d hallucinated the weird aura between them, the looks they gave you…

But it didn’t matter now. You were already on the side of the road, surrounded by giant trees on either side. All you had to do was just follow the road that few miles to town. Then you could get a new rental car, drive away, and never think about this for the rest of your life.

Then again, maybe this would make an interesting story to tell your friends. Or your therapist; they were probably the best person to ask about this whole ordeal. Maybe you could even write an article about it for a travel website.

The nighttime air was humid and windy, alternating between sticky springtime warmth and cool gusts leftover from winter, driven by the moon. A twig snapped in the forest nearby.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding already. It probably wasn’t anything major. Just a squirrel, or a bird… still, you reached into your pocket and grabbed your bear spray, pulling it out and feeling the weight of it in your hand.

You didn’t even have time to calm your heart, or flick the safety switch on the spray, before you were pinned facedown in the gravel beside the road. Head ringing from the impact, and scraped up, you laid still in shock for a moment. The bear spray clattered away uselessly.

“Don’t move,” a voice growled near your ear.

You started thrashing. Grabbing at the dirt, kicking wildly, whatever you could do. The person— the beast— flipped you over and held you down by the wrists and throat with clawed hands. You gurgled angrily, still trying to knee them, but the oxygen deprivation was too much.

They bared their teeth at you, sharp and glinting in the low light. The hold around your neck loosened ever so slightly, letting you gasp and cough. “I respect the fighting spirit, pup, but it’s time to give up. You’re no match for us.”

Your panicked eyes flicked to the tree line, where more animals emerged from the tree line to circle you. The adrenaline gave you one more rush— you growled and spit at the one holding you down. “Playing with your food like this is stupid. If you’re going to eat me, just fucking do it already.”

The wolf(?) above you looked surprised, and one or two of the others snickered.

Another voice chimed in, “Bold words for a pinned rabbit. Not our fault you’re so fun to play with… I think we’ll keep you around a little longer.” Another clawed hand grabbed your chin and forced a few pills in your mouth.

You tried to spit them out, but they held one hand over your mouth and pinched your nose with the other, with the first monster still holding you by the neck. You had no choice but to swallow, and the hands retreated from your face.

The white wolf stroked your neck gently, as if to praise you for doing what they wanted. Your head clouded too fast, with the pills kicking in and adrenaline wearing off. The wolf stood on its back legs and slung you over its shoulder.

Distantly you felt the scrapes and bruises throbbing, and heard the wolves chatting amicably with one another as they brought you back up the road, away from the rest of civilization. Dizzily, you watched the sun rise over the hills and trees. You hadn’t even been close enough to see the skyline of the town.

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You woke with a dry mouth and pounding headache, body uncomfortably warm. You tried to push off the heavy fur blankets, but— it wasn’t a blanket at all. Of course not. Of course, with your luck, the monsters were right there, piled on top of you and each other.

You were too tired to panic, and your thoughts flicked from once place to another lightly, as if you weren’t afraid you were going to be tortured or die soon. They were still playing with you, like a cat cuddling a mouse it intends to kill later, weren’t they?

You stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing over the lighting fixture and paint details. You were back at the lodge… and the wolf that pinned you had the same hair, and eyes, and quality of voice as Hunter.

Werewolves. Of course. It all made sense now, you thought deliriously. Monsters that you loved reading about happened to be fucking goddamn real. You’d be thrilled if you thought you were going to live.

Werewolves… yes, the pieces began falling in place. They weren’t a cult, per-se, but a pack. Belatedly, you thought it would’ve made an interesting anthropological study topic… if they hadn’t fucking kidnapped you. The absurdity of it all…

One of the wolves at the edge of the pile snuffled, and began kicking as they chased rabbits in their dream.

#werewolf pack #my thoughts #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere cw #yandere werewolf #oc Hunter

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lillysbigwilly · 1 year

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summer with modern!ellie headcanons

pov: i’m missing summer and i’m indulging in my current fixation

picnics all the time and i mean like if she ever sees a cool spot on a walk, beast believe you’ll be back in a day or two with a basket of food and drinks

not the biggest fan of the beach but will go if you wanted to

prefers doing lake days to beach days, something about it being a little more private and less people seeing you in a swimming costume

don’t get her wrong, she loves showing off what’s hers but to a degree. men love to ogle at her beauty of a girlfriend and ellie wasnt about to let them have a free show

water fights with ellie are a must and often happen unannounced

just imagine laying on the grass or sun deck in your back garden and suddenly ellie comes running over with a water gun and just drenching you

going into that point more, she’d also be holding another water gun and when you stand up, she’ll throw it at you so you can actually have a water fight.

as long as it’s a clear night, you best believe that ellie is dragging you into your garden to stargaze

hosting little get togethers, a small kiddy pool in your back garden with friends and family filling your garden. sharing drinks and picking at foods.

bonfires with dina and jesse

camping with joel and tommy when the weather is nice

now definitely don’t imagine summer clothes shopping with ellie. her sitting and watching as you modelled pretty little summer dresses and co-ords

if you ask nicely, she’d probably let you dress her up once or twice (although she will never be seen in public with a dress on)

the dates the two of you would go on in summer are incredible. museum dates, hikes, watching the sunrise and sunsets

both yours and ellie’s social media’s would be filled with the sights you’ve seen

no because imagine

elliewilliams

liked by y/n and 534 other

elliewilliams my favourite view

y/n (tagged dina and some other gal)

liked by elliewilliams and 624 others

y/n ellie took this whilst screaming for joel to save her (she loves us really)

#the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #fanfic #tlou2 #ellie tlou #wlw #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x reader #headcanon #modern!ellie williams

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fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak · 6 months

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11.17.2023.

SO thankful to be outside with my friend. We planned to hike, but didn't exactly plan for snow. Cold weather, yes. Snow, no. It was still beautiful in the sunshine. Pics of my boots at the base, and then at the top 😂 The snow was to my knees!

#workouts #hiking #Schweitzer #sandpoint #gimme all that mountain air please #i guess it's officially snowshoe season

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strniohoeee · 7 months

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Revenant

Pairings: Matt Sturniolo x Female Reader(y/n) its friends to lover-ish, feelings are expressed but they are both just friends!

Synopsis: In which y/n is suffering 7 months after her tragic accident, but something’s not right with her, and Matt can feel it. Thats when things start to get a little weird🤔

Warnings: There’s no warnings! It is a spooky imagine just in time for Halloween, but nothing crazy! I suppose ⚠️supernatural and ghosts?⚠️

Songs- Magic Hour- Jhené Aiko

Remember- Jhené Aiko

Stay ready-Jhené Aiko

It’s been a solid 7 months since the accident. 7 months since my life was forever altered. The memory of it all is so fuzzy yet so vivid and painful. I was left feeling empty and wondering for 7 months.

I remember the days leading up to the event, I remember the exact moments before it happened, but I can’t remember anything after that. Why was I struggling so badly? It had been a beautiful sunny day in Boston, and Matt had texted me telling me that his brothers and himself were going on a hike to enjoy the weather, and had asked me to join. I agreed and immediately hopped into my car, rolling down the windows and letting the nice breeze blow through my body. Grasping my face and twirling my hair around its fingers as I drove down the main road. I had Magic Hour by Jhené Aiko blaring just completely embracing how amazing my life currently was. That was until it wasn’t. I turned a corner, and immediately everything went black. The immediate tenebrosity was all I could feel, engulfing me in all its glory grabbing at my body trying to swallow me whole. I fought that I remember I fought, clawing my way out of nothingness, feening and scratching pleading to be let out.

All of a sudden I awoke completely confused and angry at the tons of bright lights and beeping sounds as my vision began to clear up. Was I dead?

I awoke after two weeks of being in a coma. I had suffered blunt force trauma to my head. That pain I immediately felt: they had shaved a portion of the side of my head to remove the bleeding in my brain, and that pain I was feeling as I was coming to my senses. My leg had been broken and 4 of my ribs were fractured and had punctured my right lung. That agony I felt as I tried to breathe.

When I fully came to my senses my room was flooded with people….who were these people?

“She’s awake” said one boy who was sitting directly ahead of me. All I could do was furrow my brows, why is he so familiar?

Everyone else had looked my way with red swollen eyes and a sad face. Who am I?

An older woman and older man had immediately called for a nurse

“y/n you had me so scared I thought I lost you” the blonde hair boy said. I’ve seen him before. Who is he? Who am I?

All I could do was look at them confused, really fucking confused.

The nurse had came in immediately taking my vitals

“How are you feeling y/n?” The doctor asked looking at me

“Who?” Was all I could say, as I looked around everyone’s face dropped filling with hurt and concern

“It’s all right you were in a really bad car accident two weeks ago, and your memory will be really bad for a while but with the help of your friends and their parents you should know exactly who you are shortly.” The doctor had said giving me a small smile

Who am I?

In a coma for two weeks? I’ve been stuck in total darkness for far longer….Who am I?

My severe accident was 7 months ago, and I was still struggling to this day trying to remember things and be my true self. Oftentimes Nick would bring up a memory we both shared, and it took some explaining before I could truly remember the exact memory. And when I did remember it was a faint memory almost like it wasn’t mine?

The boys showed me nothing but patience with helping me, after all I did suffer from a traumatic brain injury. The doctor had told them and myself that I may never be the same again. But I gave them hope when I would bring up a memory, or laugh at our inside jokes or even remember a memory either of them had brought up without needing an explanation. But that never lasted long. This feels wrong.

About a month ago I was cleared to travel. The triplets were so sweet staying in Boston for 6 months to make sure I made a full recovery when they could’ve left me to go back to LA. They only left for LA if absolutely necessary, and even then Mary Lou and Jimmy would watch over and make sure I was always okay. It was greatly appreciated but I felt so bad being a burden to their parents when I was just their friend.

We had just arrived in LA, and everything felt so new to me like I’ve never seen California before. But I kept that to myself acting like I’ve been excited for this for the past 4 months when in reality I have no idea why we’re in LA. Matt had been extra careful with me sitting with me on the plane and in the Uber to their house. I greatly appreciated him being so kind to me, but I felt this hurt and pain everytime he was near me trying to help me. This would result in me staring at him trying to read his face, and understand this weird feeling I got with him. There were these faint blurry memories of us, but it feels weird and I can’t really see them, but when I think back to them I’m filled with anxiety and hurt. I never let them know this though I painted a pretty good picture of being my old self…..but who am I?

Upon entering the triplets house I felt strange. I felt weird like this was not where I was supposed to be, but given my injury I brushed that feeling off. I walked into the living room as Nick, Chris and Matt brought the rest of everything in. Instantly I felt a weird sensation causing my back to straight and goose bumps to form all over my body. Almost instantly I heard “upstairs” faintly in my ear. I jumped a little bit and looked around. Matt took notice to this

“Hey are you alright?” He asked, looking at me a little confused. This caused Nick and Chris to turn back and look at me as well.

“Yeah I’m fine I’m just taking this all in. So glad I’m able to be back here with you guys….I didn’t think I would make it” I responded giving a weak smile

“Y/n were so fucking glad you’re feeling better we missed you so much” Chris said running over and engulfing me in a hug. This made me giggle

“CHRIS STOP put me down” I told him laughing loudly. He put me down laughing himself. I walked over to my bag and picked it up heading upstairs when Matt stopped me

“Y/n where are you going? You sleep with Chris” Matt said looking at me a little confused.

Why didn’t I remember that?? I just smiled at him “oh I know I just want to see your podcast room. I remember it wasn’t finished when I was last in LA” I told him. He just gave me a half smile and nodded.

I walked upstairs to the podcast room and immediately the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I felt like I was being watched. I looked around the room, and of course there was nothing there, but why did I remember this room so vividly? I was drawn to the blue seat for some reason, and once again as I sat down I felt shivers up my spine like someone was behind me. God my brain is so fucked from this accident.

Matt’s POV

“Dude something’s not right. Our podcast room has been done since before she went back to Boston.” I said to Nick and Chris

“Matt she suffered blunt force trauma to the head her brain will not remember some of these things. Just how she barely remembers very blatant core memories we’ve all shared with her” Chris told me grabbing a Pepsi out of the fridge

“Yeah Matt it’s slowly coming back to her maybe while she’s up there she’ll remember” Nick told me leaning against the sink

“No guys something’s off that’s not y/n” I said, shaking my head rubbing my eyes and letting out a sigh.

“I promise you she will be okay,” Chris told me, giving me a nod. All I could do was give a half smile and nod my head

Y/N POV

I’ve been napping in Chris’ room for about an hour when I started having a vivid dream of Matt and I.

Matt and I were in the kitchen as I was cooking something for him and his brothers. Him and I both crying laughing at some corny ass joke he said.

“Matt you’re so fucking stupid” I responded holding my stomach and wiping my eye trying to calm myself down

“Dude like why in the fuck would Chris say some shit like that to a girl” he said trying to calm down his laughing after he just made fun of Chris.

“Hey how much sauce do you want on your pasta” I asked him getting ready to put it on a plate for him

“Oh actually I’m going on a date tonight, so I won’t be eating” he said blushing a little bit

There’s that pang of anxiety and hurt in my stomach. Those are the memories

I immediately jumped out of my sleep gripping the side of my head that had been operating on. I just got a sharp stabbing pain and all I could do was squint my eyes shut and whisper “fuck” lowly. I decided to get up and head to the kitchen to eat something and take Advil. When I got up it was about 7pm, and I walked into the kitchen to a box of pizza with a note on the side that said

We went to film a car video and do some stuff at the warehouse! We didn’t want to wake you so we got you some pizza. See you later it read

I just sighed and opened the box taking a slice and grabbing some water and an Advil. I decided to go back to Chris' room and watch tv till I eventually fell asleep again.

2 AM Matt’s POV

I had been sitting on the couch scrolling on tik tok when I heard something drop in the kitchen. Instantly my head shot up to see nobody there. I decided to walk over to the kitchen to see what had dropped, and it happened to be an empty Pepsi can Chris left on the counter. Weird but not weird enough for me to get scared. That is until the kitchen sink turned on and off within 5 seconds. I just stared at it, and told myself I’m just tired and to go to bed. As I turned around to go upstairs Y/N was standing right behind me

“Holy fuck you scared me” I told her clutching my heart

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” she said walking over to the kitchen table and taking a seat. She was off….very off

“It’s alright I scared myself a bit I thought I was seeing shit” I told her taking a seat across from her

“You weren’t see things” she told me avoiding eye contact

“Did you see it too?” I asked looking down at my phone as a notification went off

“I did it” she said now looking into my eyes

“I may be tired but I’m not fucking stupid. You didn’t do that I was looking right at the sink” I told her rolling my eyes

“I’m not sure who I am” was all she said as she looked at me once again

“Dude you’re really fucking scaring me, so if Nick or Chris put you up to this to freak me out then they won” I told her getting up to grab a water bottle

“You know she was right. I’m up there standing by the gum ball machine” she told me back looking down at her painted nails. Confusion plastered on my face until I remembered

Earlier today we did a podcast with Padi, a woman who’s able to speak with the dead. She had told us there was a female energy standing by our gumball machine watching us, but that she didn’t know who she was or how she got there. I wasn’t buying it at all. It's so easy to tell someone there’s a ghost in their house and make them believe it, but now I was getting a little concerned.

“Y/N I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but I think you need sleep” I told her getting ready to get up

“I’m not Y/N” she said furrowing her brows. Looking hurt

“Well then who are you” I asked her playing into this stupid game Nick and Chris probably made her do.

“Revenant” was all she said looking right through me. I went to speak but she cut me off.

“It’s what you become when you’ve been trapped for so long” she said giving me a weak smile

“I’m not following along, and this needs to stop you’re not revenant you’re Y/N” I told her getting frustrated

“You know something: she really likes you, and you hurt her. She kept feeling this awful hurt and anxiety anytime you were near her because she couldn’t remember these memories, but when I’m with her I see those memories clearly. These are not my memories, and when I’m out of her body tomorrow she won’t remember a single thing” Y/N said to me

“I’m confused” I told her getting a little stressed out

“These things I’m seeing right now these aren’t my memories these are hers, but when I’m in her I see the memories vividly” she repeats again taking a sip of my water

“How can you see memories that are hers, but she can’t see these memories” I asked genuinely confused

“I’m not too sure. I feel as one when I’m with her” she told me shrugging her shoulders

“ I think you should bring Padi back, she might be able to help us” was all she said before she blinked and a very confused Y/N was staring back at me.

“When did I come out here?” She asked looking around very confused

“The joke is over Y/N I’m not scared go back to Chris’ room and go to sleep I’m not feeding into this bullshit” I told her getting up and slamming the chair to the table

“Matt? I’m confused why are you upset with me” she asked with a sad look on her face

I just scoffed at her and went up to my room

Some time had passed a good two weeks, and weird things kept happening to me Y/N had kept her distance except at night when she would come to me in the kitchen as “revenant” and tell me things about my Y/N

I decided to call Padi and tell her I’m experiencing some weird issues to see if she could come back and help us figure out this Revenant/ Y/N issue.

Third Person POV

Matt had gathered Chris, Nick and Y/N to the podcast room after Padi had set her stuff up.

They all sat down, all very confused.

“Okay so Matt what’s the issue” Padi had asked smiling at the young boy

“Well about two weeks ago Y/N had come to me in the kitchen claiming her name was Revenant and that she was the ghost from this room inside Y/Ns body. At first I thought it was some sick joke between the three of them, but when Y/N wouldn’t speak to me during the day but then “revenant” would speak to me at night I was confused.” Matt had told the older woman

“Matt what the fuck is reallt going on” Chris and Nick both said

“Listen Matt whatever this bullshit is pertaining to me is fucked up and has to stop” Y/N said

“I agree so let’s see what Padi has to say about all this to really make sure yall aren’t in on some weird joke” I told them

Padis eyebrows raised and she immediately had something to say

“She’s here with us” Padi said looking around

“This is fucking crazy” Chris said rolling his eyes

“Yeah I fucking agree” Nick said a little annoyed and scared

“She’s saying her name is Revenant which means Ghost because that’s how she’s been living her life for some time now” Padi said

“Guys this is fucking insane” Y/N said laughing at how stupid we all looked

“She’s saying she had an instant connection with Y/N because in her body she was able to see these memories that Y/N couldn’t remember. Is this correct?” Padi asked us

“I mean I can remember, but it takes some convincing” Y/N said

“You heard something that night when you came up here. You heard “upstairs” in your ear” Padi told Y/N. The color immediately drained from her face

“That explains why you said you wanted to see the podcast room. Our podcast room had already been done before we went to Boston, and you had even filmed a mock podcast with us in here” Matt said looking at Y/N

“My brain was scrambled from the injury” was all Y/N said

“You heard it and you sat in that chair when you felt something standing behind you” Padi told her

“I mean I did, but I’m not following along” Y/N said now sitting up and closer to the table

“Y/N you can’t remember many things because these memories aren’t yours. You’re fighting for something that never happened. You had feelings but you couldn’t remember” Padi said

“Every times I’m near Matt I feel hurt and anxiety, but I could never see our memories” Y/N said glancing over to Matt

“Revenant says she gave you a dream showing you when that hurt happened” Padi said looking over at Y/N who now was trying to avoid eye contact with everyone

“She says she showed you the day you and Matt were in the kitchen laughing about a joke he made about Chris, and when you went to offer him food he told you he had a date. She describes how you felt hurt and like all those times you showed Matt how you truly felt it went over your head. She tells me you really like the kid and that’s why you’re sending anxiety and hurt” paid had told Y/N. At this point Y/N was looking down in embarrassment and Matt felt a blush creep up on his cheeks.

“She did show me that dream, but that’s not my memory I don’t remember that” Y/N said finally looking up at everyone confused as ever

Padi looks at Y/N in a questioning way, and then almost instantly has a light bulb moment.

“Would you let Revenant take over and talk for you” Padi asks, Y/N just slightly nods and looks down. Instantly her head snaps back up and looks around.

“I love doing that” Revenant said

“In her body what do you see” Padi asks

“I actually can not believe this is happening” Nick said shocked

“Shut the fuck up” Matt and Chris both said

“In her body I see everything. Every single memory is clear as day and this unconditional love for Matt, and this brotherly bond with Nick and Chris. This is why I like taking over her body, so I can chat with Matt because she won’t she’s scared, and when I talk to him I feel at peace” Revenant said who was actually Y/N?? Man who knows what’s going on right now

“I think I know what’s going on here” Padi said, smiling brightly. “Nick ask her a very specific question, maybe a memory that you’ve told her but in the past she couldn’t remember” Padi said looking at Nick, he nods and looks over at Y/N

“Do you remember last summer you came over, and you were balling your eyes out? Last time I asked you this was 3 months ago, and you told me you couldn’t remember, and I had to fill you in and then you did say you remembered, but I know you didn’t. Do you remember now what you were crying about?” Nick had asked looking at Y/N, instantly her eyes lit up and she nodded her head

“Oh this is embarrassing. I ran into your arms crying because I told you Matt would never see me the way I saw him, and all he did was rub it in my face how many dates he went on, and no matter how much I would do for him he just didn’t like me back” she said almost wanting to cover her mouth after

“Holy shit” Nick said looking back at Padi

She nodded and asked the same of Matt. Matt then said “Do you remember when you came back from that date, and I was being really mean to you and telling you that I hoped the relationship wouldn’t work out” Matt had asked

“Yeah I do, and once again I ran to Nick sobbing into his arms and asking him why you hated me so much” she said, eyes getting glossy as she looked down.

“Well I never meant that I was actually super jealous of the guy and so really wanted to go out with you instead of that loser” Matt replied back to her, her cheeks got so read and she flashed a big smile

“Well if it makes you feel any better I actually got stood up, but was too embarrassed to come home, so I stood out for an extra hour” Y/N said to Matt. But instantly everyone’s head perched up

“WAIT!” The three boys said in unison.

“What do you mean I, you just swud I? But you’re a fucking ghost” Chris said freaked out, and to this Y/N shrugged her shoulders and looked at Padi

“Well you see what happens is when two people are losing their lives and their souls are trying to get back to their bodies, sometimes the wrong soul attaches to the wrong body. This would explain why Y/N was never able to fully recover or remember anything that happened, and why she felt so attached to this podcast room” Padi said waiting for the boys to catch on

“So??” They all said

“Well you see while Y/N was in her coma her soul was fighting to get back to her body, but instead another dying soul ended up attaching itself to her body, and well Y/N actual soul came back to a second place she calls home which is this house! Although this was 7 months of her being here, to her ghost it would feel like eternity. And after a while you start to realize you’re probably dead therefore giving herself the name Revenant which is another fancy word for ghost ” Padi said to the four stunned people

“Now there is a way to get Y/N back to her actual body, and set that random soul inside of her free; because that soul probably doesn’t have its real body to go back to” she adds

“Well what do we have to do” they all asked

“Mmm you’re not going to like this idea and it may never work which means you’ll be stuck with a random soul who doesn’t know you, and Y/N will truly be dead forever” Padi said. They all looked at each other thinking of what to say

Matt started “I think we’ll…..”

To be continued

Pt. 1 this is kinda based on Layla by Colleen Hoover<3

HIIII everyone this was my first imagine after not writing for like 6 years, so please be nice to me🥹❤️

I love writing so much, and I hope yall enjoyed this I know it was a long read😙😙

#sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #Matthew Sturniolo X reader #Matt sturniolo fanfic #Matt Sturniolo imagines #sturniolo triplets imagines #Spotify

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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not sure if you're still taking concepts but i'm feral for some mickey smut. mickey picks you up from brunch with the girls and you're foaming at the mouth at how good he looks in his sunday athleisure. #StrictlyScandlous

Eeep okay so I was having a little brain malfunction today and I really wanted to write but I didn’t inherently feel like writing for any of the stories I have going on so I thought I’d just do like a strictly scandalous concept that was left over from the last round. I was in my Mickey mood.

Enjoy: warnings: sexually explicit content ahead.

Mickey Garcia was a simple man, he didn’t need a lot of things in life to make him happy. He loved his family, hell without his family Mickey wasn’t exactly sure who’d he’d even be. He loved his friends, especially his Dagger Squadron—although Mickey had lived in many houses and seen a lot of places across the continental United States, he never truly felt like he was home until he found himself in North Island.

Living up to the reputation and expectations bestowed upon him, Mickey loved a good Fanboy moment. He loved his Star Trek and his Star Wars and his Battlestar Galactica, hell he even dabbled with the Gilmore Girls which was a sharp left hand turn to what his usual self indulgent fiction was.

But if there was someone who Mickey Fanboy Garcia loved more than anything or anyone else on the entire planet—it was you. He was your biggest fan. You were without a shadow of a doubt the love of Mickey's life and if the wedding ring that wrapped around his ring finger didn’t show a glimmer of the amount of love that coursed through Mickey's veins, then he had a real problem on his hands. Because the day you began Mrs Fanboy Garcia was the happiest day of Mickey's life.

“Mickey!!” You bellowed from the top of the steps of the Hard Deck. “Guys! Mickeys here! I gotta go!” You’d been out celebrating Phoenix and her promotion with some of the girls. You weren’t a pilot, hell you weren’t even in the damn Navy, but it was cool that they’d always treated you like one of the guys and not just a spouse on the side.

Mickey waited by the hood of his 2005 Honda CRV he was determined to run into the fucking ground before he upgraded, he’d gotten it second hand from a guy in Arizona and was determined to get his money’s worth.

“Oh my god, babe? You good?” Mickey chuckled as a grin crept across his smitten face. “Here I’ll help—“ With a pep in his step and a quick jog to your side, Mickey was guiding you and you, your very drunk self—back to the car with a hand pressed to the small of your back and another one set in your open palm. “Mrs Garcia, you smell like a distillery.”

“Uh, the girls introduced me to something very seductive yet fickle, a fair-weathered friend who seems friendly and benign at first but packs a wallop like a donkey kick and that is the Long Island Iced Tea.” Mickey looked far too good for you to not feel yourself getting a little slick in your panties, his hair had grown out, sweaty curls clung to the nap of his neck from under the baseball cap he wore backwards. Black on black shorts, and T had you feeling all kinds of ways.

“Oh no—how many did you have?” Mickey laughed to himself when you lost your footing and he had to help steady you on the short walk back to the car.

“I guess I didn’t mention the fact it was a bottom brunch did I?” Mickey lost all control of himself when he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “We never did find the bottom—“ You added, pouting your bottom lip out as you leaned against the car, waiting for your beautiful husband to open it for you once he’d finished laughing about the hangover he knew you were going to have tomorrow. “Where were you when I called?”

In your time consuming every conceivable drop of alcohol that had been placed before you, the fact Mickey had been out hiking the trails around base with none other than Robert Floyd. He’d only just gotten back to his car when you called, tapping out of bottomless brunch. If you kept searching for the bottom the only thing you were going to find was the emergency department of Miramar Base Hospital.

“I was out hiking with Bob–” Mickey cooed, Guiding you into the passenger seat. “Here watch your head.” It wasn't that Mickey thought you were incompetent, it was just he knew by the way you could barely keep yourself upright in the passenger seat that you had had far too much alcohol. He wanted to take care of you the best he could, keep you safe. Leaning over you and into the car, Mickey strapped you in.

“Mmm you smell good.” Again, Mickey couldn't help but to laugh softly. He was a sweaty mess from running around in the sun with Bob. “Really good.” As Mickey clipped in your seatbelt, you leaned forward to kiss his exposed neck, sending a titlewave of goosebumps across his tan skin. “Taste good too–”

“Minx.” Was all Mickey mumbled as he turned his head to kiss your lips, tasting the familiar but hangover inducing flavours of the Long Island Iced Tea. “Let's get you home huh?”

“You look really good in that little athleisure moment, Lieutenant.” You knew your words were affecting your husband by the way he was fighting the hume that every so desperately wanted to take over the apples of his cheeks as he slid out of the car and shut the door behind him.

“Lord give me strength–” He whispered to the heavens above as he walked around to the driver's side, it wouldn't be morally appropriate to give into your seductive ways when you'd had consumed enough alcohol to sedate an elephant or Hangman on an empty stomach at best.

It was the longest car ride home ever for Mickey as he sat there and listened to you try and seduce him, his cock throbbed against his boxer briefs and left nothing to the imagination through the thin layer of material his shorts were made of.

“Relly wanna fuck you in the back seat Mickey baby, dont you wanna fuck me?” Oh god yes he did. So much.

“I love you, but you've had a little too much to drink baby, I don't wanna take advantage of you like this.” The gentleman as always, but you were feral. It was either a new callonge that had sent you into heat or it was Mickey's androstenone which realistically, was a naturally derived cologne that made you want to fuck his brains out.

“Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” You smirked, slowly taking your top off over your head as Mickey tried his best to focus on the road ahead. You were his fucking wife, the love of his life, his best friend. Mickey Garcia had seen your tits a million times before and he knew he’d see them a million times more, but every time you exposed them to him, he was mesmerised. Captivated by the trance your tits put him in. “You wanna touch me baby?”

“So badly honey, but I gotta focus on the road, get you home safe.” Fuck this was pure torture and what made it worse was that Mickey knew that you knew he was a puddle of a man in your seductive hands. So when you took your bra off and flung it into the back seat, he knew you were up to no good when he felt your hand snake around his and guide it from the steering wheel to your chest. “Y/n–”

“Touch me Lieutenant I’m so fucking wet.”

“Babe!” Mickey couldn't help but to blush, he could feel the heat rising in his cheek and the blood throbbing in his length but he still did as he was told and squeezed your tit in the palm of his hand, as you held his hand there. “I'm trying to drive!”

“And I’m trying to get you to fuck me because you look like an adonis right now!” As you giggled and bit down on your bottom lip, you slowly let go of Mickey's hand, revelling in the fact he kept his hand there. “You should pull over up ahead.”

“We’re almost home?” Mickey frowned in confusion as you brought your hand up to cup over your mouth. “You okay?”

“I need to puke–” You gagged, Mickey's eyes shot out of his head as he was pulling over, watching as you unbuckled your seatbelt and instead of climbing out of the car, climb into the back seat.

“Y/n oh my god! I thought you were being serious! We’re five minutes from home!” Mickey groaned, not entirely sure how to navigate the situation playing out. But was he angry? No, this was the hottest thing ever.

“You have two options here Flyboy, either get your ass back here and fuck me or sit there and watch me get myself off, but either way–I’m not leaving this car until ive had an orgasm.” Mickey paused, he knew he shouldn't when you'd had so much to drink, but then again, the roles had been revered on a number of occasions and you'd captured to his every request. Tossing up the options he’d been given, Mickey shut the engine off and made quick work following you into the back seat, climbing over the centre console to get there.

“You make me a weak fucking man baby.” Mickey mumbled as he took your lips hostage, loving how you giggled into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “A sinner if there ever was one.”

“Fuck me good fuck me well flyboy.”

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