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triple-asstro · 1 year

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The Cat and The Mouse

the same, but on ao3!

pairing: leon kennedy x afab!reader

summary: You've agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. You also never expected your tension to be resolved after a certain chain incident.

a/n: hey guys, this is my first smut fic. i hope you guys enjoy it, i tried my best with this one and bc i'm in a leon kennedy brainrot lol. hopefully i can get re4 remake just for him ❤❤❤

words: 2.5k

song: friends - chase atlantic or chit chat - beach weather

warnings: sexual content, smut, hair gripping, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, resolved sexual tension

When you agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. You also never expected to be chased by rampaging villagers controlled by a parasite.

At first, the opportunity to finally go on a serious mission instead of the scraps you’re left with was almost too good to be true. Almost three years on the force was proving to be more menial and repetitive than you think. It was a pull that drove you, a pull to finally discover what the world had to offer. Plus, you could spend more time with the latest face Leon S. Kennedy. When you first saw him, you immediately recognized him from Raccoon City’s news station and even some rumours about him working in the CIA. Others spread these rumours like glitter across the hardwood floor, getting into every crack of the force. But to you, something sparked in your mind. It was a spark of intrigue, a spark of mystery, a spark of something new. He didn’t want to talk to others at first, opting to avoid any contact with anyone if possible, much to your disappointment.

After a few months, the stoic act dropped. You could remember it as clear as the clouds. It was a Thursday at 10:49 in the morning when you were making coffee in the break room, wearing your signature neon eyeliner. The rest of your coworkers were either busy with the overloading files piling at their desk or out for a smoke break, eager to escape said overwhelming workload. You opted to get a headstart to your load, with a coffee. The familiar blue walls kept you company along with the sound of churning coffee grounds until you heard footsteps resonating behind you. You turned around to see Leon himself, leaning against the doorframe of the break room with his arms crossed.

You greeted him with a faint smile. “Hey there, Kennedy. Want some coffee?”

Instead of his usual nod or shake of the head, he responded, much to your surprise. “Nah, I’m good. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Really? The break room is suddenly off limits?”

“Never said that,” he said. He made his way towards the adjacent counter, to which you observed.

“What’s with the chatty mood? Done with the brooding cop act?”

“No, just with you.” he answered, staring as you chuckled. This was a new side of Leon you didn’t expect. The brooding stoic cop with a sense of humour. Quite the revelation.

“Cute, funny boy. Why did you actually switch?” you inquired as his eyes surprisingly drifted down, his hand rested on the edge. Almost as if he was letting go of a mask, resetting his face. You kept observing his hands and their unique look. The veins popped out almost unnaturally, but not as freakish. Just entranced by the way they flex and contract with every movement.

“Nothing. Just happenstance.”

“Fine. I’ll bite this once, Kennedy.” you stated, grabbing your coffee and playfully bumping his shoulder, exiting the break room. With that, you began a month-long chase. A month of anonymous flirty notes stuck on your cubicle walls, a month of confusing glances that lingered too long, and an entire month before you got your intriguing proposition alongside your opposing fighter in said chase. It was truly something to take by the reins and pray it doesn’t kick you in the stomach.

Now, you’re half-conscious, scanning a dimly lit room wondering where the hell you are. Your eyeliner was smudged, staining your sleeves strangely enough. Drowsiness was still remnant in your mind, along with the numbness of your mouth. You could feel someone else’s breath dripping down your neck, its presence unnerving and spreading throughout the entire room. You tried searching the floor through your feet but nothing, nothing that could either cut or loosen whatever was tying your wrists above.

Where was Leon? Where were you?

“Hello?” you asked, dreading whatever response arrived at your door.

“Huh? What the fuck?” a voice answered, thankfully a voice you recognized. It was Leon’s, in its husky glory.

“Kennedy, you alright?”

“Somewhat, yeah. What about you? Are you hurt?” he questioned.

“No, I’m alright.” you responded as a bright light flicked on him. You then heard Leon mutter something to himself before he jolted up, sending you out of your seat and into the air before you got back on your feet. The rest of the lights flicked on, finally offering a sufficient source of illumination. The room you were in seemed to be an old boiler room, rust embellishing every object except for the chains. The chain was bolted high above inside a winch, leaving two sides tied to you and Leon.

“Do you have any idea how to get out of here?”

“I’m working on that,” he grunted, tugging his chain. He kept pulling and pulling, the winch’s old metal groaning everytime it attempted it. Eventually, the winch broke, causing it to clatter on the ground and send your chain along with it, pain coursing through your wrists and body.

“Ow!”

“Sorry, I was- I… worked on it.”

“I know, you certainly did….” you mumbled, shoulders slumped and eyes drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Who would’ve expected this, huh?” he quipped, shooting your eyes back up. You chuckled at the odd joke, knowing it was a personal attempt to shine light on a seemingly hopeless situation.

“You read my mind, Kennedy.”

Silence. That’s all that accompanied you. No matter how much you joked, how much you bantered back and forth, nor how many hilarities you traded back and forth, it would all be worthless. The only people who know you’re both here are far from your grasp and with the crop of locals you’ve seen so far, rescue was far from likely. As you were running down the list of potential escapes and sudden miracles, a thought appeared in your head. Not the morbid and grim thoughts that were occupying your mind, but a thought that could help.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Uh, sure. Ask away.”

“What would be the ‘perfect’ day for you?”

You could see Leon heavily sigh, giggling to himself as he attempted to cover it with his shoulder. You saw his smile, his god damn beautiful, stupid and enchanting smile. Even with one sight of it, it completely threw you off. It sent your brain into overdrive, forgetting about the previous thoughts and now, worried about what to do in front of him like it was last month all over again. You didn’t see him as the stoic cop with an odd sense of humour, you saw him as Leon Kennedy, the dedicated yet dorky agent. What a man, am I right?

“A nice rainy day inside with a nice steak. That would be killer right about now.”

You humorously sighed. “You’re really thinking about food right now?”

“Who wouldn’t? I sure am. What about you?”

“Honestly, a nice walk through some rainy woods. I used to do it a lot as a kid to calm myself down.”

“Not these woods, though right?”

“No, no, not these woods in a long shot. Maybe a park if I can’t find woods but I don’t know, something’s comforting about rain.”

“I hear you, anything would be better than this.” Leon emphasised, his eyes darting every corner of the room. “Is it my turn to ask?”

You felt your eyes downturn once again, and felt an impending fear overcome you. This could be the last time you’re ever awake, or even alive long enough to recognize it. “Yeah, I guess it is. Ask.”

“Why do you call me Kennedy?”

“Because it’s cute.” you answered, tilting your head slightly askew. “It’s a great last name, and mine is too boring.”

“What, are you trying to claim it?”

“Maybe. We’ll see after this, won’t we?” you teased, flashing a smug smirk. Leon’s cheeks flushed a bright cherry tint as he tried to seem occupied with something on the ground to avoid you from noticing. Clearly, it failed.

You felt your exhaustion overtake you, slumping down to the floor with your back resting against the wall. “Hey Kennedy, can I be honest?”

“Sure.” he answered, directly across from you.

“I…” you sighed out. “I was really excited to go on this mission with you. To be honest, I jumped at the opportunity to go on this mission, especially with you. You’re a great person, Kennedy. I admire you entirely and sure, maybe this is the last time I’m able to be in the same room as you. And if I’m actually going to be completely, transparently honest, you have entranced my mind, my body and my entire soul. Out of a million ways to die, it’s an honour to die alongside you. You’ve won the bite, Leon. I admit defeat to you.”

Silence wrapped you in its unnerving embrace. You just spilled your heart out to him, and maybe, some people would call it stupid. Some people would call it unwise, call it silly, who cares. Let them call it what they want. If you hadn’t said that, you’d probably curse yourself so much, it would’ve created a hell worthy enough to bamboozle the atheists.

“Look out!”

You were pulled out of your mental fog and onto the floor closer to Leon. As you looked behind you, you saw a crazed villager swing his axe towards your previous position. You and Leon were both on the same side of the room, glued to opposing corners trying to figure out how to handle this lunatic.

Thinking quickly, Leon eyed towards you to move slightly up to which you did without hesitation. Then, he gripped the spare length of the chain and swung back, whipping him in the eye and sending him in a daze. As if in sync, Leon leaned back and wrapped his spare chains around the lunatic’s neck and using his knee, snapped his neck with one move. You stood there, half shocked and half electrified due to you being fixated on the way the movement made his muscles flex, or the way his face stayed stoic during the entire action. The lunatic slumped to the ground, with you rushing to inspect his corpse for any keys, or miracles for that matter. Luck seemed to be on your sleeve as you fished out a rusted metal key from his pocket.

“Hey, Kennedy.” you said, immediately tossing the key towards him. Of course Leon being Leon, he catches it without any second thought and unlocked his restraints before flinging it back towards you. You unlatched your restraints, rubbing your wrists as they showed prominent marks in tinted peach red. Leon kept standing still like a streetlight, shoulders panting back and forth.

“If you’re wondering if I still meant the things I said,” you muttered, fidgeting with your hands. “I do. I still do.”

You approached him, careful to tread your next steps. You caught his gaze, staring deep into his eyes. It was a silent approval, a silent confirmation. One whole month of flirty teasing and confusion all solidified with one glance. Before you could even blink, you were pushed against the wall and pulled into Leon’s embrace to which you welcomed with open arms. Your bodies pressed together, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your head as you both pushed your lips against one another, sharing a singular breath. The feeling of his hand on your throat only furthered that feeling of ecstasy.

“Say it again.”

“Say what?”

“My name. Say my name, sweetheart.” he gasped, catching his breath.

You knew exactly what he was referring to, almost as if your minds were interlinked as one. “Leon, oh Leon. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

His lips moaned, feeling soft and comforting as they parted slightly, allowing your tongues to slip in. He tasted warm and the mere feeling of him on your tongue was enough to send you into another spiral. Everything about him was breathtaking. His voice, his breath, his touch was enough to send flutters in your stomach. Your hands unzipped his jacket, tossing it on the floor while his hands reached for your trousers. He then suddenly stopped, eyes darting towards yours looking for a go-ahead.

You nodded repeatedly as he yanked down your trousers, showing your midnight blue panties. It wasn’t long before those were removed too, revealing your already damp pussy. The chill air grazed your bare skin, echoing out a moan from you. Leon knelt down, placing your legs between his head.

“So beautiful, sweetheart.” he moaned, peppering ravenous kisses on your midsection, leaving small hickeys embellishing your skin. His tongue slipped through your folds, the wet sensation leaving you writhing to his touch.

“Fuck, Leon,” you wailed, grinding against his lips, praying to relieve the evercoming wave that was looming over you.

“I wouldn’t have waited a month if this is what I was missing,” he said, dragging his tongue across your folds. You gasped, burying your fingers into his hair and gripping deep as you echoed his name. He groaned in pleasure at your touch. Warm liquid oozed down your thigh and decorated Leon’s lips and black t-shirt as you looked down. He noticed your glance and flicked his tongue against your clit, knocking your head back up. He licked up and down, your cunt already throbbing after a few minutes. You couldn’t believe yourself right now. The scenario that played out a million times in your head in various differing situations and variegated ways is now being fulfilled at this moment.

“Keep going, Leon. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you whimpered, catching a glimpse of the tip of his cock in his palm, slightly leaking from pre-cum. You both shared another glance, almost communicating telepathically. Leon’s eyes proposed another action, and your eyes answered yes. With one motion, he thrusted his throbbing cock in, making you wheeze out any air you had in your lungs. He kept this pace, driving his cock deeper while pinning your wrists above you with his other hand.

You felt your pussy contract, your clit enlarging while your bottom part contracted. Dizzying lust quickly subdued you as your mouth swiftly dried up. The dreaded wave of pleasure started to loom over you along with a tight grip almost snapping in your stomach. It was about to arrive at any second now. He kept thrusting and thrusting, the pleasure increasing as you felt it almost crash into you. A shiver of ecstasy shocked your nerves as you came, the cum dripping out of your pussy when Leon pulled out. As he stepped back, you both collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.

Getting up from your positions and resting both of your backs against the wall, you, wrapping yourself around Leon’s previously discarded jacket, stared into his eyes. They seemed slightly livelier than before, almost sparkling at a glimpse. Leon wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You gave a lovesick smile as he turned his face towards you, cupping your cheeks and looking at you with such adoration and infatuation.

“Shouldn’t have waited a month?”

“Shouldn’t have waited a month.”

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moremaybank · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!

POGUE PRINCESS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader

summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj

jj masterlist

little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.

you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.

this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.

for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.

you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.

all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.

completely and utterly head over heels for you.

"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.

"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."

your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.

"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.

"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."

"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."

jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.

"worth it."

he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.

oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.

he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.

he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.

"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"

jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.

"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."

you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.

jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"

"i don't believe you."

once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.

"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.

"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."

you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.

and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.

jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.

come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.

"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."

you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.

"rafe."

"how have you been?"

"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.

"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."

you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."

"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."

rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.

"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.

"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"

"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."

"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.

"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"

your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.

jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.

"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"

you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.

"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.

jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"

"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.

"what do you mean?" jj questioned.

you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"

"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"

"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"

"i was trying to protect you!"

"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."

jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."

"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"

"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"

okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.

awkward.

"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.

jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.

"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"

you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.

you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.

you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.

you hesitated to pull away, but you did.

"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"

jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."

you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.

"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.

your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.

his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.

"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."

he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.

once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.

"this all for me?"

you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."

"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.

his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.

"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.

jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."

"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.

"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."

you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.

"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.

you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.

"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"

"there's nothing i want more."

jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.

he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.

"you ready for me, princess?"

you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.

"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.

"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.

he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.

you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.

"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.

the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.

there was no one like jj.

"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."

he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.

you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.

"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.

he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.

your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.

"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.

"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.

"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.

jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."

you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.

you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"your sister's gonna kill me."

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baby-alien11 · 1 year

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Needles and Stitches

Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem reader

A/N: I had appendicitis two years ago, and I can't forget that experience so I'm putting it in some of my fics (wattpad and here)

warnings: hospital and all things related, fluff, reader being under the effects of anesthesia and meds

After everything that happened months ago in Woodsboro, Chad didn't want to step into a hospital ever again

But here he is, by your side while they were prepparing you for appendicitis surgery

It all started three days ago when in the middle of a study session in the library when you started to get strong headaches which made Chad worried, but you minimized the situation saying it was because of stress

The next day, while you and Chad were in the middle of a make out ssession in his dorm, you stopped the kiss the moment you felt a pain in your right side of the abdomen

"What's wrong baby?", Chad asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I think I ate something in bad state", you responded with your face hidden in Chad's bare shoulder holding your right side

"Hey, what if we just lay down and I bring you some medicine?", Chad suggested circling your waist with his arms, "Does it sounds good?"

"Yeah", you answered in a low voice

Carefully, Chad lift you from his lap to left you in the bed covering you with the bedsheets before standing and searching for the medicine

The next symptomes were the lack of hunger and fever, along with the pain in the abdomen that didn't stop with meds

So, tricking you into thinking that you were going on a breakfast date, Chad took you to the infirmary campus were after several tests they took you to the hospital to get appendicitis surgery

"I still want my breakfast date", you said getting out of the bathroom with the hospital gown on

"First we need to get your appendix out", Chad responded helping you get to the hospital bed, "I already told the group, Sam said she is coming right now and the others are coming after classes"

"I can't believe I'm having appendicitis at 19 years old"

"Well, the doctor said this was the limit age, and if you think about it, this organ doesn't have an utility at this point"

"Since when do you know all about this stuff?", you joked

"I read everything about the appendix on the way here", he answered making you laugh, "Hey, everything is going to be fine, okay?"

"I know, it's just that I don't like needles"

"Hey, if I survived being stabbed last year, you can survive an appendix about to explode"

"I can't belive you actually compare both situations", you laughed in disbelief

In that moment, the nurse returned with the things to prepare you for the surgery; during the IV placement, Chad held your other hand and covered your eyes so you don't see the needle in your hand

During the whole way to the surgery room, Chad didn't let go your hand giving you assurasing words, leaving kisses in your forehead and lips before getting separated

Openning your eyes after what felt like the longest nap you've ever taken, you noticed that you were back in your hospital room, and the whole friend group was there too

"I'm back", you said in low and raspy voice

That phrase made everyone get closer to you bed with concern

"I'll call the doctor", Sam said pressing the button next to the bed

"How you feeling?", Chad asked sitting in the bord of the bed

"Sleepy and empty", you answered

"Yeah, they took a whole organ out of you", Quinn joked, "Actually is in here"

"What?", you asked in confussion

In response, Tara showed you a small plastic cup with you appendix floating in liquid making you frown with disgust

"Who would think that this small organ could kill anyone", Tara commented

"It looks like a cheeto", Ethan pointed

"I would say a shrimp", Anika continued

"Looks more like the parasite of REC", Mindy followed, "Like the one in the original movies, not the remakes"

"I can't believe you are making fun of my appendix", you scoffed

"Well, it's out so is no longer part of you", Chad said, "But you are going to feel well from now on"

Interrupting the conversation, the doctor and a nurse entered to the room, which made the whole group get apart from the bed except for Chad who stayed by your side holding your needleless hand

"Hi, Y/N, how are you feeling?", the doctor asked while the nurse checked your vitals, "Any pain?"

"From the inside no, but my stitches hurt a bit"

"That's normal, but we still going to give you some medication for the pain, you are going to stay for the night and tomorrow you can leave, liquid diet for the next week, complete rest for three weeks or a month until the scar is completely cured, I will remove the stitches in a week from now", the doctor instructed

"What do you mean by liquid diet?", Chad asked with a notebook and pen in hand

"Juice, water, tea, fruit, soup, jelly, things like that", the doctor answered, "Nothing to strong for her stomach, and be careful while taking showers because of the stitches, if someone could help you, the better"

"We would take care of her", Sam spoke

After a few moments, the doctor and the nurse left, leaving the friend group alone

"I really wanted a burger", you comented making everyone laugh

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lenny-thequeen1 · 1 year

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Surviving Together: Resident Evil4 Leon X Reader

Leon gets sent out to Las Plagas to stop the deadly mutations going on inside of the small rural village and to his surprise you had also been sent out.

violence, blood, fire, gunshots, confessions.

As the sun set over the rural European village, Leon Kennedy found himself in a familiar yet unsettling situation. He was once again fighting off hordes of infected villagers, their eyes glowing red with the parasitic Las Plagas organism. It had been years since he last encountered this kind of horror, but he knew he had to stay focused and survive.

As he made his way through the unforgiving cold dark, narrow streets, he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to him. "(Y/N)!" Leon turned to see you, his trusted partner, emerging from the shadows with your weapon at the ready. Relief washed over him as he knew he wouldn't have to face this nightmare alone.

"(Y/N), what are you doing here?" Leon asked, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought off the advancing villagers.

"I got a tip about this place and came to help you out," you replied, your eyes scanning the area for any threats. "Glad I found you. Let's stick together."

As you and Leon moved through the dense forest, the air thick with tension and the sounds of rustling leaves, you could sense that something was off. The villagers seemed different, more frenzied and aggressive than what you had expected. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural fervor as they lunged at you with alarming speed and strength.

Leon's precision and accuracy with his weapons were unmatched, as he dispatched the villagers with calculated shots and strategic moves. His years of experience in dealing with bioterrorism threats were evident as he seamlessly switched between his firearms, making every bullet count.

You fought alongside him, utilizing your own skills and expertise to hold your ground. The both of you moved together in synch, each others skills complimenting one another's. Your senses were heightened, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you dodged attacks and retaliated with well-aimed shots. The situation was intense and challenging, pushing you both to your limits.

As you moved deeper into the village, the situation grew increasingly dire. The infected villagers seemed to be mutating at a unnerving rapid rate, their bodies contorting into grotesque forms as they unleashed monstrous roars that would make your nerves stand up in alarm. You knew after this mission would be over you'd hear them inside of your dreams. It was clear that this was not just a routine mission, but something far more sinister and terrifying.

Despite the odds stacked against you, you and Leon fought with unwavering determination. Your teamwork was flawless, covering each other's backs and providing support when needed. Your combined efforts were formidable, as you pushed forward with a sense of urgency to uncover the truth behind the outbreak and put an end to it.

The surroundings were chaotic, with fires raging and buildings collapsing with plums of smoke and rubble around you. The smell of gunpowder and horrid irony scent of blood filled the air, as you and Leon pressed on, determined to find answers and survive the relentless onslaught of infected villagers.

As the situation escalated, you could see the determination in Leon's eyes, his jaw clenched with unwavering resolve. You both knew that failure was not an option, and you fought with all your might, pushing through the challenges and dangers that lurked around every corner.

With your combined skills, resourcefulness, and bravery, you made progress, inch by inch, deeper into the heart of the village. But the mystery behind the outbreak remained elusive, and the enemies grew stronger and more relentless with each passing moment.

As you fought side by side, you couldn't help but be in awe of Leon's unwavering courage and expertise. His cool-headedness and quick thinking were truly admirable, and you were proud to fight alongside him. The trust and bond between you grew stronger with each challenge overcome, as you relied on each other in the face of the unknown. It tugged and pulled against your heart strings.

The battle was fierce, the stakes were high, but you and Leon fought on with tenacity and determination. Your hearts pounded in your chests, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you faced the seemingly insurmountable odds.

With every step you took, you uncovered more clues and pieced together the puzzle, revealing a sinister plot that went beyond your wildest imagination. The truth was chilling, and the realization of the grave danger you were facing only fueled your determination to put an end to it.

You and Leon rushed closer into the heart of the village, where you confronted the mastermind behind the outbreak.

Despite the overwhelming odds, you and Leon pressed forward, determined to put an end to this nightmare. Your chemistry as a team was evident, covering each other's blind spots making it seem nearly impossible to have you hurt, Your trust in each other grew stronger with every step, and you found comfort in each other's presence amidst the chaos.

Along the way, you shared moments of levity amidst the danger, cracking jokes to lighten the mood and keep each other focused. The bond between you and Leon grew deeper with every challenge you faced together. You found yourself admiring his courage, resourcefulness, and unwavering determination to save the day.

As you approached the heart of the laboratory, you encountered the mastermind behind the outbreak, a sinister figure with sinister plans. With Leon's expert marksmanship and your strategic thinking, you fought a thrilling battle against the formidable enemy, dodging attacks and utilizing your weapons and environment to your advantage.

The final showdown was a breathtaking display of chaos and mayhem. Explosions rocked the area, sending debris flying in all directions. Gunfire echoed through the air, the sound of bullets piercing through flesh with a ripping noise and the distinct report of Leon's powerful handgun. You moved with precision and speed, your senses heightened as you dodged incoming attacks and returned fire.

The infected villagers were relentless, showing signs of increased aggression and strength. They charged at you with a frenzied determination, their eyes wild with madness. You utilized your extensive training and combat skills, seamlessly transitioning between hand-to-hand combat, precise marksmanship, and strategic maneuvers. Your movements were calculated, every step and every shot carefully calculated as you fought for survival.

Leon was by your side never stepping far enough away, his expertise and bravery evident as he fought alongside you. His sharpshooting skills were a force to be reckoned with, taking down enemies with deadly accuracy. You worked seamlessly as a team, covering each side and providing support when needed. The bond between you grew stronger with every intense moment, the trust and reliance on each other palpable.

As the battle raged on, you found yourself in the midst of a desperate situation. Cornered by a group of infected villagers, you had to think quickly. With a daring maneuver, you dodged their attacks and set off a series of explosions behind you with Leon holding your wrist to make sure you were safe, creating a distraction that allowed you to make a daring escape. It was a heart-pounding moment, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you fought for survival.

The intensity of the battle was overwhelming, but you fought on with unwavering determination. Your skills were put to the test, and you gave it your all, refusing to back down. The sweat and dirt mingled on your skin as you pushed yourself to the limit, driven by the need to put an end to the outbreak and bring justice to those who had suffered.

After what felt like an eternity, you and Leon emerged victorious. The last of the infected villagers had been defeated, and you stood among the wreckage of the battlefield, breathing heavily but triumphant. The sense of accomplishment and relief washed over you as you looked at Leon, both of you sharing a wordless nod of mutual respect and admiration.

It was a battle you would never forget, a test of courage, skill, and camaraderie. Your bond with Leon had grown even stronger, forged in the fires of combat. You were proud of what you had achieved together, knowing that your combined efforts had made a difference in the fight against the outbreak.

Finally, after an epic showdown, you defeated the mastermind and put an end to the outbreak. The sense of relief and accomplishment was palpable as you both caught your breath, covered in dirt and sweat, but alive and victorious.

As the dust settled and you made your way out of the laboratory, Leon looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and admiration, his breath taking blue eyes locking onto (y/e/c) eyes. "I couldn't have done it without you, (Y/N)," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're an incredible partner, and I'm so glad you were here with me."

You smiled, feeling a warmth inside your heart. "Likewise, Leon. It was an honor to fight by your side." You knew that this experience had brought you closer together, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold.

As you made your way back to the extraction point, Leon reached out and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of something more than just camaraderie. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, and your heart skipped multiple beats in a mix of excitement and finally slowly calming down.

As you boarded the extraction chopper and flew away from the village that was left flame engulfed ruins, you and Leon exchanged a wordless glance, the tension between you palpable. The adrenaline from the intense battle was still coursing through your veins, and you found yourself drawn to Leon's presence beside you. The chopper lifted off the ground, and you looked out the window, watching as the village disappeared into the distance.

Leon's grip on your hand never wavered, and you could feel the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. You stole a glance at him, and his gaze met yours, his blue eyes filled with a mix of relief and something more. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you had formed during this harrowing mission.

As the chopper soared through the sky the clouds rolling beside the windows as the warm cast of sunrays shines over you, Leon turned towards you, his expression softening. "We did it, (Y/N)," he said softly, his voice carrying a sense of triumph. "We stopped the outbreak and saved countless lives."

You nodded, a sense of pride pooling inside your chest. "Yes, we did," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "And I couldn't have asked for a better partner than you, Leon."

He smiled, a genuine and heartwarming smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Likewise," he said, his fingers interlocking with yours. "You're incredible, (Y/N), and I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

The chopper touched down at the extraction point, and you both stepped off, the rush of the mission slowly settling down. As you walked away from the chopper, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie with Leon. You had gone through a life-threatening ordeal together, and it had forged a bond that was deeper than just colleagues.

Leon turned towards you, his expression earnest. "I know we've been through a lot," he said, his voice slightly hesitant. "But, (Y/N), I…" he trailed off, searching for the right words. His eyes scanning across the ground as if it would help him stop drawing a blank on how to say what he wanted to you.

You looked into his eyes, and the unspoken tension between you was palpable. Your heart raced, and you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

"I care about you, (Y/N)," Leon finally said, his voice filled with emotion. "More than just a partner, I mean. I…"

Before he could finish his sentence, you closed the distance between you, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, and pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. The moment was electric, sending shockwaves through one another. You could feel the warmth and softness of his lips against yours, igniting a fire within you that burned only for him.

For a moment, the world disappeared, and it was just you and Leon, lost in each other. When you finally pulled away, you saw the surprise and delight in his eyes, and a smile spread across your face.

"I feel the same way, Leon," you said softly, your heart swelling with happiness. "I care about you too, more than just a partner."

He grinned, and without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. It was a moment of pure comfortable bliss, and you knew that this mission had brought you not only victory but also a newfound love. You wrap your arms around his muscular frame; taking in the scent of sweat, blood, ash, gunpowder and his wood burbon barrel soap.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. You didn't know what would come next, but you were ready to face it together, hand in hand with Leon. The possibilities were endless, and you were eager to see where this new chapter would take you, as partners in both life and in fighting the unknown horrors that lurked in the shadows.

And so, your adventure with Leon inside of Las Plagas had come to an end, but a new beginning had begun. One full of love and strength.

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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Wavering Will

Plaga Leon Kenmedy x female reader

Summary: Leon's will and resolve was only limited. And at the moment, it was wavering.

Warning: Light angst. Light spoilers for RE 4 remake.

I'm happy people seemed to like the idea of Leon having to physically restrain himself to protect the reader.

Taglist: @multi-fandom-imagine

Please enjoy!

It was one thing to have only your own thoughts in your head, your own voice in your mind. It was another thing entirely for someone else's voice to haunt your mind, forcing their beliefs and thoughts into your head, and your body wants to bend to that voice. To obey it like a machine.

This was what haunted Leon ever since he was exposed to the Las Plaga parasite, ever since he had it forced into his body. If he was capable of it, it would have clawed at his own chest to tear the damn thing out but doing so was useless. Still, he had to keep himself focused. He and his partner had to search for Ashley and get her out of this cursed place.

Failure was not an option.

His handgun was settled in its holster strapped to his side, his gear set at his feet as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to wipe away some of the blood and rain from himself. They had both been running for some time now, fleeing from infected and trying to follow Ashley's trail. At the moment, [Name] had insisted that they both settle to rest, to regain their strength before continuing on. He couldn't blame her though, they were both exhausted from the moment they set foot in this place.

Moreover, [Name] wanted to keep an eye on Leon. For a few minutes, the man was almost distant. His eyes glazing over a little and taking a moment longer to respond to anything she said, as if he didn't hear her at all. It worried her greatly.

She sat at one of the tables, her attention on some herbs she was crushing up together. It was easier to do when they weren't outside, running from anything that posed a threat. Her eyes glanced over at Leon, he had been quiet for a few minutes.

"Leon?" Her voice was tinted with light concern, her hands putting the tool down.

Her voice went right over Leon's head, his eyes locked on the floor but he didn't see it. His vision was encased in a endless blackness around him, the ground rippling below him like water but it was dry as bone. There was a grip on the back of his head, an ice-cold touch that almost burned, forcing his head down into a bow.

"My dear, little Lamb. Do not resist my guidance." Saddler's voice filled his head, blocking out every thought, every sound around Leon until only his voice was heard. The parasite settled in Leon's chest squirmed in response to its Lord's voice.

A low groan left Leon's lips, his teeth gritting tightly as his hands shot to the sides of his head, covering his ears as if to drown out Saddler's echoing voice. "Shut up... shut up." There was this irritating burning beneath his skin, a fire pulsing through his veins that he couldn't cool down, that he couldn't put out. Something crawling up his neck, tiny legs brushing along his muscle, moving beneath his skin.

"Leon?" Her voice finally reached his ears, his head snapping up and looking at her. Black veins began to crawl along his skin, spidering out from around his eyes as the whites of them grew red, just like his irises did. Panic began to well up inside her, knowing what this meant.

Just as she was about to move away from him, his hand shot out faster than she could react, his fingers latching onto her throat, the sudden movement making both of them tumble down to the floor. Leon's body straddling her down, pinning her legs in place as his other hand gripped the floor just beside her head, his eyes burning into hers. Panic flooded her body, her hands moving up to try and pry Leon's vice grip from her throat, her eyes wide, showing that fear that coursed through her veins.

"L-Leon!" [Name] gasped, her voice weak as her throat was squeezed. The black veins stained Leon's skin and dread chewed away inside her at the sight before her. Something in her eyes or her voice must have hit something inside him as his eyes widened lightly, that murderous glow flickering, as Leon gave out a pained whine. His other hand gripping the one at her throat, forcing his own hand away from [Name]'s throat, allowing her to breathe and try to crawl away from him. His nails digging into the skin, irritating the veins around it but he paid no mind to it.

"I-I'm sorry, [Name]...." He strained out, a touch of panic in his voice that was threatening to be overlapped by something else. Something darker. "I-I can't...control it..." His voice was followed by something close to a growl, his body trying to lunge at her but he physically held himself down by gripping the floor with one hand and the other wrapped across his chest.

The sight pained her, seeing Leon struggle with something that she couldn't help with, leaving her to sit there and watch him struggle, hurt her. "Yes, you can, Leon." She told him, her voice dripping with determination as she knelt upright more, looking at him. "You've beaten it once before, you can do it again."

More pained groans left Leon's lips as he forced his head down, his grip on the floor tightening to the point his nails scratched the rotten wood beneath them. "G...Go..." The word was not just a whisper but a beg, "I-I don't...w-want to hurt you." Whatever corruption was pulsing through his veins began to seep into his words, spitting them out weakly.

[Name] reached her hand out towards her companion before his head shot up to look at her, his eyes a vibrant crimson as a low hiss left his lips. Then, he lunged.

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johnwickb1tsch · 1 month

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A Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine Part 6 by:

@treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @johnwickb1tsch and now featuring @tammykelly

Warnings: So many dead doves! Do not eat! Unless you like dead doves, that is. You're in good company here. 😘 Violence, sexual content, blood, murder, kidnapping, possessive behavior, dubcon, yandere sh!t...it's all here! Please take care! 😘

ALL CHAPTERS

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

Bradford keeps you cuffed to this chair for a whole lot longer than you can stand. You’ve tried getting out, but only succeeded in cutting steel into your wrists and ankles, leaving bloody raw rings that sting and throb.

You’re not a medical professional by any means, but you know it just can’t be a good thing that your fingers and toes are numb and stiff and bloodless. Of course, maybe that’s in part due to the temperature of this room - the room that he has left you in to rot.

No, not rot, it’s too damn cold to decompose. Freezing. Like the dead of winter without snow. And all you have is this little ripped sundress to protect from it.

Bradford left you here bolted to the floor after letting you know that when you were ready to give up information on Tex and John, you could just say so and it would end.

You won’t. You won’t give that asshole the satisfaction. But, god, you’re cold, thirsty, listless, unable to flex your fingers without hot pain shooting up your arm. And really, you don’t know much about your boys, anyway, right? Except for what the inside of John’s house looks like and the brand of the sometimes too strong cologne Tex uses that makes your nose crinkle up and your toes curl. Little stuff. Would revealing that hurt them?

Of course it would. Of course these government parasites would latch onto every little detail and use it to smoke your boys out. You keep your mouth shut, your eyes on the table. You want to bawl, sob, scream, but make a solemn vow not to give Bradford anything except a blank glare.

You don’t know how you actually manage to fall asleep like this, but a cold bucket water wakes you up, screaming and thrashing, handcuffs cutting deeper into your flesh, blood in the water pooling at your feet.

“Wakey, wakey,” Bradford tells you. “Time to go watch Tweedle Dee and Dumb die.”

“Fuck you,” you try to say, but the chatter of your teeth and violent tremor of your muscles make it impossible to form coherent insults.

Four of Bradicks goons manhandle you into the trunk of a car, and, honest, you do try and fight, kick and bite and scratch while they uncuff you from the chair only to string you back together again.

Before Bradford can close the trunk of the SUV, you look up at him and ask, “why?”

He flicks damp hair off your mouth in an almost fond gesture. “You’re insufferable, anyone ever tell you that?”

You manage to find the gumption and roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, bigger and badder men than you, agent fuckwad.”

He slams the trunk down, leaving you in the darkness. And whoever the driver of this car is does not go gently into this good night. They make sure you roll around and slam into seats and knobs and handles and acquire some nasty bruises.

The next time you see anything, it’s bathed in the white fire headlights of a car army. You feel the need to fold in on yourself, cover up the welts and bruises and wet, shredded, clinging dress. You didn’t even bother to put underwear on before you started rummaging through the kitchen, and now here you are half naked and shaking in front of a group of angry Russians with big guns.

A young man with a thick accent - you assume him to be the recent successor of the Nobokov Bratva - smiles and it sends ice through your blood. “Hank,” he calls, like he’s seeing an old friend. “How are you?”

“Fuck off, Igor. Where are they? And before you go into some fucking Russian monologue about debts and consequences, know that we have a time limit here. I don’t come out in 3 minutes, the agency lights your boys up with c4.”

Igor’s grin turns wider.

The body with the black hood over its face is one you intimately recognize. Your fears are only confirmed as the hood gets torn off and Tex’s bloody, bruised face is revealed.

You make a desperate, croaking sound, and try to go to him, but Bradford pulls you back by the scruff of your neck. You’re pathetic. A pawn in a game. A speck of dust hiding in a corner that can’t even save itself from the vacuum.

“His buddy gave him up,” Igor explains. “Turns out John Wick isn’t that tough when you pin him against a hundred men and his only ally.”

Bradford nudges his gun into the air. “We had a deal, Igor. Both of them. And my wife.”

Igor clicks his tongue like he’s disappointed. It reminds you of John. You feel hot tears spring down cool cheeks. Tex. That fucking bastard. Of course he would sell John out. You should have expected it, but your heart still aches.

You look at John, and he looks back, only able to keep one eye open because the other one is swollen shut. He winks at you, and even though the grin on his face is a weaker version of what it usually is, you know for a fact that this is not John Wick. Oh. Oh.

“Hank,” Igor continues, “do you really need Texas Johnson if you have John Wick? Baba Yaga? How many confirmed kills under his bloody belt? Oh, it must be in the thousands now, eh John?” Igor kicks Tex on the hip, making him grunt in pain.

You glare at the bastard son, and he turns his wicked smile on you. “Ah, this one has fire, and I hear she likes being kidnapped. Maybe I’ll kidnap her for a while before I kill her.”

Bradford gets a ding on his walkie. “Yeah?”

Something about moving in and securing the target and cutting losses, and Bradford sighs.

He pushes you forward, and you land on the wet gravel face first. “My wife, Igor.”

“Oh, yeah, you know you really should have just called her yourself, Hank. These chicken shit assholes didn’t even go to the trouble of actually taking her. They used ai technology to clone her voice.” Igor chuckles. “Don’t worry, we all make mistakes.”

“Fucking bastard,” Bradford - Hank - spits at Tex.

You raise your head to look at him, see his handsome face maybe one more time, and Tex Johnson is scowling, seething, an animal that only gets angrier the more you beat it.

Just like how John’s rare smile unnerved you, Tex’s glare does the same. You’re not sure how it happens. You’re not even sure you’re alive - not after fire tears through the sky and shakes the ground and busts your eardrums open. But Tex is not in handcuffs anymore, and he’s wrapping his arms around you. Gunshots, screaming. One minute you’re in the dirt - the middle of a war zone, and the next you’re cradled against something solid, broad and warm, watching the ground zip by.

You touch your saviors cheek, feel the rough blood caking his facial hair. If you’re dead, this is heaven. Because Tex has got you and you somehow know that he’ll die before ever letting you go again.

“Where’s John?” You ask.

“I missed you too, rattlesnake.”

Johnwickb1tsch:

You are hiding behind a boulder with Tex, his steady arm around your shoulders, holding you upright, if you’re being honest. Bradford’s unkind methods of keeping you immobile rendered your limbs into an unreliable fucking mess.

One last distance to cover, Tex claims, before you reach your getaway vehicle, and with any luck, freedom.

You hurt everywhere, and all you want is to go home.

“What was that, rattlesnake?”

You realize you accidentally said that part aloud, and you sigh, banging your head back against the rock. How insane is it, that your idea of home now is a soft bed with Tex and John wrapped around you?

You should be enemies.

You should be fighting this tooth and nail, trying to find your own escape that doesn’t involve Bradford, the Bratva, or your assassin Beaus.

But the fact is…you don’t want to, anymore.

The system that was supposed to protect innocents like you instead fucked you royally, exposing the true corrupt underbelly of the way the world actually works. You’re beginning to grasp that it’s all a construct to keep the little people like you in line. The elite need a complacent workforce, after all. And that makes you question everything else you’d ever thought was wrong, or right, or something in between.

Tex is looking at you intently, even through his swollen eye, a warmth in his gaze that makes your insides melt. Fuck it. You all might die today. Maybe you should tell him. “I said—”

A hail of bullets cuts you off, Tex shoving you down nearly into the ground. He returns fire with a pistol he picked up from a dead Russian, and you press your hands over your ears, already half deaf from all the explosions and gunfire. Apparently the FBI had descended on the Bratva in what they thought was an ambush, and John…John was killing everyone.

You’d seen a glimpse of it from a distance while Tex had been pulling you to safety. The absolutely savage beauty with which John killed. It was like watching a vicious deadly dance, the artful way that man could seemingly effortlessly unalive a group of armed and dangerous people was a sight to behold.

“I know it’s you, Tex!” rises a hoarse voice from the darkness beyond.

“What’s it to ya, Bradford?” answers Tex, checking his clip to see how many shots remain. He frowns at the one bullet he has left, and he slides it home back into the gun with a menacing click. racking the slide to feed it.

“Slick trick you two played. Well done.”

“Thank you kindly!” Tex looks down at you, making a jerking-off motion with his hand and rolling his eyes. It makes you giggle quietly to yourself, winning that heart-stopping devil-may-care grin.

The fact that the two of you can joke at a time like this probably means you’re both half insane. You’re probably in shock, which is your excuse. You’re afraid Tex doesn’t have one.

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go!” offers Bradford, winning an incredulous scowl and a shake of the head from Tex. The FBI agent sounds haggard. Desperate. Tex hopes he can take advantage of that. He peers around the boulder and squeezes off a single shot.

This is answered with a full-on barrage, and then the clicking of an empty gun. “Fuck,” you hear off in the distance.

“Stay here,” Tex mouths silently at you. You shake your head, clinging to him, desperate not to be left alone in this chaos. Gripping your chin none too gently, Tex kisses you hard, stealing your breath, and your senses. His hand possessively runs up your thigh, to your bare ass, squeezing you with his fingers maddeningly close to your center. With a devilish glitter in his eye he licks his fingers, whispering, “Keep that warm for me, darlin’.” He renders you into a befuddled little puddle of molten desire, then disappears into the night.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!

You hear more gunfire, then grunting, the sound of flesh striking flesh. You dare to peek out from your hiding place to see Tex and Bradford fighting with fists, grappling on the ground. Tex gets the upper hand, straddling the FBI agent. Between punches he snarls, “Did I—” punch “hear you,” punch “lay hands” punch “on my woman” punch “over the phone?” punch “you piece” punch “of pig-fucking shit?”

By the time Tex is done with him Bradford can’t give an intelligible answer, just groans with excruciating pain through broken teeth and bloodied lips.

Tex spits on him before standing, and delivers a kick to the man’s ribs for good measure. Bradford grunts again, coughing blood. You run out from behind the boulder on shaky legs, and Tex loops his arm over your shoulders again, pulling you in the direction of your escape route. You’re not sure who’s leaning on who more now.

You look back at Bradford one last time—and see he’s pointing a gun in your direction, specifically, at Tex’s broad back. “Tex!”

You don’t know why you do what you do. It just happens, and you are throwing your weight with what little strength you have left against Tex’s body. “Wha—”

It seems simultaneous. The report of Bradford’s last shot, and a searing pain in your side. It burns, and you whimper in Tex’s arms. He’s shouting something at you, maybe your name, or bawling you out for being stupid. Your ears are ringing, and you watch as though through a tunnel as John—dressed in a black western-style shirt a-la Tex—emerges from the shadows, and shoots Bradford in the head.

“What fucking part of keep her safe and I’ll do the rest did you not understand?” snarls John, going to his knees beside you, his laser-like stare fixed on your side.

“I was!” protests Tex, equally as worried as they examine you. “Goddammit, woman, why did you do that?”

“Shut up,” you manage weakly, winning yourself a grin despite everything.

John produces a black handkerchief, folding it and pressing it to your wound. It hurts. “Keep pressure on it. Time to go.”

They help you to your feet—but your legs aren’t really working. You almost fall again, but Tex hoists you in his arms. “I got you, honey. You’re ok.” You’re not sure who he’s trying to reassure more—you, or him. But you nestle your cheek against his collarbone, and your thought from earlier returns. Home.

Through heavy lids you are vaguely aware of the boys—your boys—loading you into some kind of 4x4 vehicle. As it starts with a mean grumble and you pull away with tires spinning in the dirt you pass out.

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Murmuring voices. A beeping machine. So annoying.

Hands on your side, pulling, prodding. You wish it would stop.

Voices speaking rapidly, not in English.

The bright flash of treetops and sunlight speeding past.

Palm trees. Blue skies. Birds singing.

Fingers sliding through your hair. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

Promises, promises, promises.

When at last you wake, you feel as though you’ve been dreaming for days.

Your vision focuses selectively. First, upon the sloping contours of a muscled bare back adorned with black ink. The chiseled cut of a bicep, and raven-dark waves of hair. Beyond that you see a gauzy curtain waving in the breeze, the shimmer of impossibly blue water just visible beyond. You hear waves, and the plaintive call of sea birds. You can smell salt on the breeze.

Oh. So you’re not dead. Isn’t that nice?

There is a furnace of a body behind you as well, a heavy hand upon the curve of your hip.

The warmth you feel, not just on your skin, but kindling in your heart…is a wonderful, damnable thing.

You lift your head a little, winning a grumble of protest from behind you.

Then you notice dark eyes shining from behind the curtain of that mop of hair on the pillow next to you. “Hello, beautiful.”

“John?” Your voice sounds like you swallowed a cup of borax, like you haven’t spoken in a week. You reach out to touch him, and find that even that makes your side ache.

“Next time,” advises your assassin boyfriend no 1, kissing your fingers, “Just let Tex take the bullet.”

“Hey,” grumbles Tex from behind you, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “That’s not nice.”

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Sweetwolfcupcake:

Things are slow at first. You remember you were thirsty--parched, to be precise, you drank around a jugful of water and you remembered that everything ached. Especially your side. Left shoulder.

How lucky, you think cynically, could have been your spine cord.

Then, Tex gave you a pill, and you were awake enough to eat before you fell asleep again.

This time, you are more aware, more coherent, and surprisingly far more tolerant of the pain. Or maybe it is the painkiller in your system. Whatever, the pain is not a bitch on your shoulder, on your whole body anymore. The bed is soft, it seems like it's late and you are wide awake.

You are alone in the room, you notice. Although (surprisingly), it is a little bit disheartening, it helps you to think. Process things, finally after the storm is over and it has left a silence behind.

So, your life was pretty normal, and then you became an accidental witness to a crime, you were whisked away by the two assassins who were paid to kill you and somehow they decided that you are interesting enough to be kept alive and to be taken for themselves. You are practically dead for the world. They faked it. No one is coming to get you. The one person you thought was on the right side, turned out to be the villain in your story.

Now, coming to Bradford--- asshole showed his true face, the fuckling system failed you, your moral beliefs, your perspectives, everything has toppled down, turned into ashes and through this wasteland, emerge these two handsome assassins who eerily look exactly the same and harbour similar affections for you.

Also, you are falling in love with them.

With your brain in survival mode, you had not even properly registered the torture Bradford put you through, and the dangerous situation he pushed you into. Heck, you barely understood anything before pushing Tex away and taking a bullet for him.

You don't understand where you stand, where your relationship with them stands. But if they are willing to risk themselves to save you. It might just mean something.

You don't feel the tears streaming down your face, not until a few drops land on your hand. You are finally processing. And of course, you are at the brink of ugly crying.

If someone advised you to ugly cry a few days ago, you might have rather held things up within, bottled it all up, gulped it down and raised your chin instead.

But now, you think of it as the only way. You need to let it all out. Too much has happened. Too much has changed too soon. So you allow yourself to ugly cry, not counting the ticking of the clock, not heeding to your pain, not even hearing the door open with urgency.

"Hey, hey, hey--what's wrong, what's wrong?"

It isn't Tex's panicked voice that pulls you out of your deep dive into your own pit of loss, confusion, and misery, but rather his touch, his hands cupping your cheek.

Funny how a few weeks ago, you would rather take any possible escape route to slip through their clutches, and now you can recognize them by their mere touch.

Through the blur of your tears you can see his worried expression, especially his panicked eyes. You feel the bed dip beside you and fingers running through your hair.

"It's alright, let it out, let it all out."

John's voice is steady and soothing as he tries to comfort you. He is much better at deciphering and handling your situation, you assume.

"Does it hurt?" John asks, wiping away your tears. You look up to meet his concerned gaze. But there is something else in it-- something dark, sinister. "What did he do to you?"

You instantly know that he's speaking about Bradford. His thumb rubs against your sore wrist. So, he knows... Of course he knows. Your eyes flicker between your wrist and his eyes. His burning orbs that let you get a hint of why is he so feared in the underworld.

But you have no energy to elaborate any further, you have no energy to even reply. You just shake your head and look away. Lips still quivering, eyes wanting to be, ironically, anywhere but on them.

Tex mutters something under his breath that sounds more or less like a snarl, but you're too far gone to care. You feel John's fingers back on your hair, but you don't look his way. His touch is comforting, yes, but you can't bring yourself to acknowledge that.

Too bad because it is the softest Tex has sounded so far. Nothing is teasing or mean about him at the moment. You would have teased him for the panic in his voice, but you just can't bring yourself to care. It doesn't even occur to you to pass any comment.

Everything that has happened has finally dawned upon you, and you have at last acknowledged it. It's all too much, too bad, and you feel yourself spiraling. But deep down, you know. You somehow know that they won't let you fall into the abyss.

Tammykellly:

- a flashback-

You feel like you are one of the dead doves, forever frozen in a cage that is deafening loneliness and drug-like need for love. Love that’s gonna give you purpose to keep waking up. A visceral need to love and be loved. Love with a price tag of $2.5 million.

Sofa cushions bend under your weight, before you take a sip of your tea. You notice birds fly in the distance, across the dawn sky. You can’t remember the last time you woke up before the sunrise. But this sunrise feels cold and almost menacing. As hot water makes contact with your throat, your chest tightens, as you think of how those little creatures can fly anywhere they wish to, almost always together, in a flock. Your gaze shifts to the water, trickling across the porch outside the panoramic windows, and a tiny squirrel, running around the backyard, bringing food to its nest, before a cat comes to catch it. You feel a sigh, escaping your mouth.

You lean back, listening to the sound of silence. When you’re alone, the peaceful world inside the house is so otherworldly mundane in the sense that you’ve never known before. Your ears take in the distant sound of the washing machine in the laundry room, loaded up by one of the boys, who, you’re sure, are out and about by now. Your eyes notice the dim blueish hue of the living room, that’s connected to the kitchen and the terrace, the misty colour of which seems to have bent the glass, separating both worlds. Two worlds, divided by the bulletproof glass. One world - mocking you, the other - keeping you away from it.

You try not to notice a lump in your throat and burning sensation in your eyes. You don’t bother to wipe a tear, running down your cheek, before placing the cup on the designer coffee table. For you don’t think you should hold anything right now, when, in fact, you can’t hold anything in at all. Your arms wrap around your body, bringing you anything but warmth - a reminder that you’re alone, so utterly alone, no one will see you’re inside this glass house, built by your captors.

But what you don’t know is, the walls have eyes. The walls have ears. And shadows in between the walls hide secrets, spilt by the devils. One of which is watching you with his intense obsidian eyes just around the shadowy corner, letting you cry your heart out, for he knows some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Yet. He’ll make sure to be your comfort, but for now, he’s just an observer, for he guesses he’s the reason why your cries fill the space. John’s gaze takes in your broken, lonely shaking form, as you’re holding yourself in the middle of the sofa. A tiny smirk curls up the corners of his lips.

The code that is you turns out to be so easy to crack.

You wake up on the couch in the living room from the warmth that touches your skin. The cold blue of the early morning has been replaced by bright yellow midday sunlight. You hear clinking in the kitchen and steady steps towards you, as you stretch. A cup of hot tea appears in front of you, as if it’s been waiting for you to wake up to taste it. Your eyes lock with jet-black chocolate ones, warmth radiating off them, making you feel more cozy and relaxed than the soft cushions you’re sitting on and the scent of your tea.

You feel the sofa fabric dip beside you, a warm body now sitting next to you. John smiles at you: “Change of plans, princess, you’re spending the day with me”. You can’t help but return the gesture, before quickly touching your puffy cheeks and dried up tears. “Oh, what a delight”, - you sit in a way your body is facing his, “what’s Tex up to?” John watches you throw one arm on the back of the couch, taking it as a sign to slightly lean in closer.

He says: “You’re here with me and asking about him?” The warmth of the teacup plays on your fingers again, before it touches your lips that hold a reminiscent scent of toothpaste you’ve used in the morning: “Y’all are like two peas in a pot. One can’t go without the other”. John quirks an eyebrow, seeing you freeze, your mouth slightly open upon realisation. He darkly chuckles but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes: “Cowboy has really gotten to you, hasn’t he?” He can’t help but notice how adorably innocent your wide eyes gaze up at him, still in shock you’re picking up Tex’s manner of speaking.

John lets you place the cup back on the coffee table, and you feel his large hand around your wrist, pulling you closer. “Get over here. Now”, - he tells you, his muscular thighs now in between yours, the thin layer of your silky pyjama shorts doing absolutely nothing, apart from making you feel the harsh fabric of his jeans. He feels your arms loosely wrap around his neck, never breaking the eye contact, letting you study him however much you want, akin to a shark, showing its fins through the murky waters, before disappearing into the depths of the unknown.

And it works, for you’ve been caught by his mesmerising charm, as you notice how pretty he can be from up close, so serenely majestic, wrapped up in your arms, his energy never letting you fully escape him. You run your fingers through his raven hair, mixed with silver strands. You can’t help but feel stuck in the emanating jet-black radiance of his eyes, that you discover have many colours you haven’t seen before.

And that’s how you learn darkness has different shades and they all taste like John. You lean down to kiss him, which he reciprocates without missing a beat, bringing you closer to the whirlpool that might drown you one day. You play with each other’s power of will for a while before you have to pull away for air.

“You taste like oblivion”, - you whisper against his lips. “What does that mean?”, - he replies, a curious glint in his eyes and his lips eager to feel yours again before you let him relish your sweet flavour once more. You pull away slightly to look him in the eyes, watching him study you. You simply state: “It means there’s no way out”, watching a smile appear on his face again, as his hand travels to the back of your neck: “You’re going to be a good girl for us, right?” You don’t reply. For it’s not about the possibility of the fall anymore, but the depth of the crash.

Playful midday sunlight slowly grows into early evening specks of light, splashed across the living room that you’ve been in and out of. Your crying session in the early morning seems like a distant memory, replaced by conversations with John and slow afternoon sex.

Could this be a dream come true?

You can’t help but look over at John, feeling his magnetic gaze on you. Instead of feeling stiff like you often would under his intense dark eyes that emit power and control, you choose to embrace this new feeling of being seen. Moments turn into long seconds, passing through the slick of time in between the kisses.

“Baby”, - John calls you quietly. You hum in response to his lips against your neck. “I want you to fuck me”, - he tells you before looking up into your eyes, that strong threatening flavour of power and attraction catching you deeper in its web.

“Huh?” - you can only manage to get out of your mouth, that might hit the floor at this rate. Strands of hair fall across the man’s face, as he tilts his head, his hawk-like eyes testing the limits of your self-control. He doesn’t wait for you to continue: “Fuck me, before I change my mind”. You don’t even try to hide the possibilities flashing through your eyes from him, knowing exactly what he expects of you.

Behave, be a good girl. It’s all just a game.

You lean down to kiss him, before dragging your lips across the sensitive skin of his throat. “If that’s what you want, sir”, - you lick up to his jawline, before his palm finds its place on your cheek. “Is this what you want?” - he questions and you believe he sounds genuine. For the first time, he watches a playful and almost cunning sparkle appear in your irises. He doesn’t believe the sound of your voice when you tell him: “I want you to beg”, which makes him smirk. Your fingers inch closer to his pubic bone and nether, as you expectantly look at him, at last, giving him the taste of his own medicine.

“Please, fuck me, babygirl”, - John calmly asks, though swallowing, when you wrap your hand around him. Now it’s your turn to return the smirk. “You gotta do better than that, sir”, - you begin to pump him harder, watching his chest rise and fall a bit deeper, as he twitches against your skin when you swipe your thumb across the most sensitive part. It’s so satisfying, seeing a man like him cracking down because of you. A little rattlesnake pinned against a serpent.

“I need you to fuck me”, - his breath becomes a bit more shallow, “now. Please”. You line him up before starting to painstakingly slowly sink down on him, not breaking the eye contact that makes you both feel like the house of glass is about to burst into shards around you. “As you wish”, - you kiss him and bite his lower lip, seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, when you close the distance between your bodies in one move and feel his full length inside of you.

John’s hands grip your thighs, but you don’t move, his questioning eyes find your teasing ones. “I told you to beg”, - you whisper, “so be a good boy and fucking do as you’re told”. You add: “Sir”, for good measure. John’s fingers sink deeper into your skin, both of you knowing it’s gonna get bruised later, which makes you involuntarily clench around him, receiving a guttural hiss from him.

“I want you to fuck yourself on me so hard that the only thing you’ll remember is how to scream my name”, - John’s tongue collects the sweat, dripping down your chest, as you slowly move your hips, both of you feeling every part of the other’s body in the most delightfully hot sense possible. His hands guide you to increase your speed, which you cannot get ahold of controlling anymore. You feel John’s breath on your face: “And you’re gonna do, as you’re told, princess”, he sucks your lower lip and kisses you hard, which earns him a moan from your lips against his mouth. John looks up at you, his eyes filled with brooding darkness that holds a promise of a tsunami, something so primal you dare not to even attempt to overpower. “Yes, sir”, your shuddering breath barely escapes, before his lips hungrily find yours again and you feel yourself move against him, without his hands on your hips, as if your only purpose is to please him.

As the sound of sloppy kisses and moans fill the living room, you don’t care to pay attention to the way John takes in your sweaty form that he knows is desperate for him, while you pick up the pace, his hands placed loosely around your waist. His eyes lazily roll over your body, down to where your skin meets one another, his chest filling with pride and joy that he is the one making cracks appear all over the essence that is you and everything about you.

With every thrust and love bite, you feel yourself lose the control and further tangle in the triangle of devilish delusions, daunting dreams and dangerous desire. With every deep kiss from John, you let go of your position in the Devils’ game and succumb to the faceless decay, akin to a house of cards eaten to ashes by the flames of pretense and a masquerade of hopes. John’s arms pull you closer to his heated body in a possessive embrace, every fibre of his being titillated by the thought of you. For, as you and John cross the joint everlasting limit, you become the incandescence of a fire and the event horizon of all consuming oblivion.

- present -

You get off Tex, his arms still wrapped around your body, the AC blasting on both of you, as you watch the Seychelles sun grow closer to the horizon. Tex kisses you sweetly, making you smile against him: “What was that for?”, you lean back to take a long look at him. “Nothing”, - he replies cheekily, putting a loose strand of hair between your ear. “It’s never nothing with you”, - you chuckle, basking in sunset light, letting Tex stare at your magic after sex glow. You lay your gaze back on him, as he asks: “Is this how you see me?” You feel the warm sunlight lick your skin, as you put your silky dress back on, still careful around the almost completely healed bullet wound, still not used to seeing it on your body. You sit back down: “I don’t know, you tell me. We are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal”. You and Tex watch the ocean waves sparkle under the setting sun, cloudless sky turning more orange and pink with each passing moment of silence between you. You feel a small sigh leave your mouth, thinking about what happened months ago, hoping the sentimental softness for the two men would slip away from your heart with specks of dust.

The more you think about it, the more you begin to sense your blood flow through your veins, your cheeks painted with blush not just because of the sun and the sex.

First, months ago, there was a flood of tears and denial. Now, anger takes the stage, setting up the diverse uncanny possibilities for a deal with the Devil.

You clench your jawline and let it go before saying as softly as you can: “Hey, listen…uh…I gotta talk to you about something”, from the corner of your eye, you can vaguely make out Tex turn his head to face you, as you keep the ocean and palm trees in your direct view, “It’s been bothering me for quite a while and I know it might seem like a silly little thing to you, but it matters to me a lot”.

You finally look at him, choosing not to divide your attention on the way his eyes and skin beautifully glow under orange sunset lights. “Okay, lay it on me”, - Tex tells you in a soft voice, as you pace your breath, so as not to give into the temptation of letting him see right through you.

“It’s about the day I got kidnapped and shot”, you watch Tex stiffen.

“Why didn’t you give me something to cover myself up?” - you question, tilting your head, watching Tex’s eyebrow twitch.

“What are you talking about?”, you hear his deep voice.

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you”, - you tighten your jawline again for a split second, “you saw I was literally butt ass naked and you didn’t even offer anything to cover it”. A shuddered breath from the man next to you enters your personal space, as he replies: “There wasn’t enough time”. You raise your brow: “But there was plenty of time to touch me, wasn’t there? You just didn’t care enough, did you?”

You calmly watch him search your eyes, though the smile you have put on reflects none of how you feel. For how you feel is far from letting his hand brush against yours. Your hand slips away onto your thigh, while Tex apologises: “Listen, I’m sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for what happened. All I could think about was saving you”. You stop yourself from clenching your fist, sending an unkind smirk his way.

“Oh, you want a cookie? Having to save me is nothing to be proud of. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place”, a cushion next to you dips, as the man shifts, while you continue: “and, Tex, I was so fucking scared I thought I was out of my mind”.

You poke his chest: “Admit it, you see me as nothing more or less than a plaything”.

Tex seizes the opportunity to snatch your hand, which, in turn, makes you flinch, as he smiles: “That’s not true. You’re my woman”, you shakily wiggle your hand out of his grasp, crossing your arms, chuckling, unamused: “Yeah…I heard when you were punching the life out of Brad”, your voice full of sarcasm and venom, “well, guess what, Tex Johnson, you don’t let dozens of blood thirsty men watch your woman’s private parts”.

Tex doesn’t reply, so you continue: “and it’s not even the fact that you didn’t offer your clothes to cover me that makes me mad”, you inhale slowly before looking into his eyes, illuminated by something more than sunlight. “It’s the fact that you further took away my dignity by touching me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable and hurt”, your voice raises slightly, your fingers digging into your skin, “and you took advantage of that. You just wanted to show off, didn’t you?”

Suddenly, you feel Tex’s hand on your throat, his breath on your lips, your heart pumping so fast you think it might jump out and spill into the waves of pain when you hear the man’s growl: “I’ve been so good to you for the past few months. We traveled everywhere you wanted”, he makes you lock your eyes on his fiery ones, “Why? Because I care about you”. His jawline dangerously plays under the skin, as he tells you lowly: “Be careful with your words now. Or you’ll pay for it”.

You quietly laugh, earning a look of confusion: “I already did, I fucking took a bullet for you”.

Tex watches your eyes narrow, as you smirk, the fire in your stomach adding fuel to the way you spit in his face, mirroring the growl of his own: “Do you really think a bird forgets how to fly once you lock it in a cage? The thing is, toys break. You don’t wanna see me at a breaking point, do you?”

You feel like you can breathe again, as Tex leans back, saying: “What are you talking about, y/n?”

You lean closer: “You don’t fucking know me, Tex. Neither of you do”, you let yourself drown in the couch cushions, for it’s Tex’s turn to laugh this time, his words and self-indulgent voice punching holes in your soul, as you try your hardest to stop the burning occur around your watery eyes. “We know everything about you. Your background, your family, who are all dead, you got no friends. We know your hopes and dreams, how you like your eggs and pancakes in the morning, how you like your tea in the evening and what you look like when you’re sound asleep. We know what helps you feel better when you’re on your period and how you look like when you’re falling apart because of our touch. Everything”.

You exhale sharply, as the cushion shifts under the weight of the man, when he gets closer: “Look, doll, I’m so sorry”, his voice so unbearably soft, sweet and apologetic you feel your stomach turn, “We are so sorry that it happened and we’ll have to live with that guilt forever. We’ll never let it happen, ever again”.

You slap his hand away, the boiling fire in the pit of your chest coming out sooner than you thought it would, as you scream: “Stop fucking saying that! I’m not your fucking doll!”

You feel tears pooling in your eyes and quickly wipe a fallen one, as you repeat in a low shaky breath: “You don’t know me”, before getting up in a swift motion and storming off, as Tex’s loud voice chases after you: “We never wanna lose you, Y/n!!”

Tex hears a click of the door lock, making him curse, feeling a strong presence behind his back, as it’s coming out of the shadows.

“Let her cool off. You know she doesn’t actually mean any of it”, - John sits down on the couch, handing Tex a beer bottle, which he opens with his bare hands, saying: “Yeah, didn’t sound like it. She started crying, for fuck’s sake”, his voice frustrated and almost sad. The men look ahead at the ocean and palm trees, engulfed in flames of sunset lights. John exhales: “She’ll come around”.

Behind the closed doors, you don’t even understand yourself anymore, for you can’t recognise any of the pieces of who you’re seeing in the mirror.

Point of break when you got nowhere to run looks different on everyone.

They want a plaything? They’ll get it. You’ll get them hanging by the strings. Before they decide to break your wings, completely.

You continue to study yourself in the mirror. Maybe that lucid knife play was a prophecy, disguised as a dream.

The mask of sanity has slipped.

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#wicked johnson fic #john wick #tex johnson #john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick fic #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #yandere john wick #tex johnson x you #tex johnson x reader #yandere

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Flufftober 30 - Murderdock

Matt Murderdock x reader

"No, not that one."

Y/N couldn't quite remember how she and Murdock became friends.

If they were friends.

It was hard to know with him. He was very mysterious, very private, talking a lot, but never revealing anything personal about himself. They had met in court, then their paths had crossed on the street, in a bar, and now he was there almost all the time.

Like some sort of parasite, Matt Murdock had insinuated himself into her life, and often into her apartment. In the morning, Y/N would find him on her sofa, drinking tea, giving no explanation of how he got in, just reminding her that she was going to be late, and that she had to buy better tea.

There was a lot of rumours about Murdock. It was true that some of his clients weren't the most recommendable people. Almost all from the mob, dangerous criminals, killers.

Some were calling him 'Murderdock'. Y/N had never dared to ask why, nor sought to know if these allegations were founded.

Even though he was weird and intrusive, Matt wasn't that terrible.

The worst thing he did when they were together was to criticize her apartment. Nothing was right for him.

"Your neighbours are very noisy." he growled as they in front of the television.

"I can't hear anything at all."

"You really have very limited hearing, my poor dear."

"Hmm. Well, that makes it easy for me to enjoy the movie, in my apartment. If it's too loud for you, you can go back to your apartment."

" That would be rude, you don't leave a date because of a little noise."

"... It's not a date, I didn't invite you, I found you in the kitchen, making an omelette."

He said nothing, going back to listening to the movie, grimacing because he also had to hear everything that was happening in the neighbourhood.

It was not wrong that the building was poorly insulated. Murdock also often complained of the cold. Then the heat.

According to him, there were rodents in the walls. The pipes were not well maintained. The janitor preferred to drink rather than do his job well.

This lasted for months, during which Y/N didn't really pay attention to all these criticisms, until there was a gas leak at one of her neighbours, and the building exploded when she was at work.

It was a tragedy. Fortunately there were no deaths, but she had lost almost everything.

Murdock behaved like a friend. A friend who was an excellent lawyer. He sued the owner of the building so that she could get enough money to relocate, and he threatened all the insurance she had so that she could recover the papers that had burned, and something to redeem furniture and clothes.

Now she was looking for a new apartment. And Matt was still helping her.

In any case, he said he was there to help her. But as before, no building suited him.

"Not big enough."

"I don't see what you mean." she sighed. "Wait, you don't see what you mean either. The living room is perfect. There's room for my bed, a closet, and even a small desk in the bedroom. The bathroom..."

"The ceiling is low. The windows are poorly insulated. The neighbour is watching. There is a dead rat under one of the kitchen cabinets."

"How... Fine ! Not that one either. But Matt, it's the twentieth apartment that's not suitable. Even if you often invite you over, I remind you that I'm the one who's going to be living in it. I can't stay at the hotel forever."

"You could come to my place."

"It's nice, but I don't want to impose. We'll find something not too bad."

"I told you, you could come live with me. Permanently."

Y/N looked at him for a long time. He didn't move, pouting and keeping his face to hers, his glasses reflecting her tired expression.

No, he couldn't be serious.

She refused to believe he was serious. Just in case, not to offend him, she didn't laugh. In fact, she said nothing, just nodding before looking at her list to find the address for the next visit.

Matt didn't say anything either, following her closely.

Of course, he criticized the next house. And all the other accommodations. He started to broach a new subject while they were in the fortieth apartment.

"My apartment has more bedrooms."

"Good for you."

"There is more storage. Three bathrooms, with shower and bathtub. There is also a personal cook, and people to clean."

"I can't afford to live in this kind of apartment."

"Not a problem, I have enough money for two."

This time, Y/N sighed. It might have been cute, if it hadn't been weird. Even though she was used to it, that she liked to think of them as friends, maybe something else that was hard to describe, it didn't seem like a good idea to agree to live with Murdock.

She found a way not to anger him, promising him that if she hadn't found accommodation before the end of the month, she would think about his proposal.

This seemed to suit him, even when she added that she would take an apartment even if he didn't like it.

Several of the following were not bad. Matt criticized them all, but he said nothing when she gave her file to the owners.

Unfortunately, by the end of the month, most hadn't called her back. Those who had contacted her had told her that her profile was not what they were looking for, and that they had rented the place to someone else.

Except that when she passed one of the buildings, Y/N saw that the "for rent" sign was still displayed.

"... Murdock. An explanation?"

"You didn't say anything about threatening people for them to refuse to sell you their place."

"... You really want me to move in with you ? You really think that's a good idea ?"

"Darling." he purred, smiling. "I lived almost entirely in your flat before the fire. It was horrible, a real dump, living hell, but you were there, so I made an effort. Now we can go to my beautiful apartment, without neighbours, rodents, pipe problem, and everything will be like before, only better."

"I... Oh, fuck it."

Delighted, Matt pulled out a paper and a pen. He had prepared a roommate contract. Nothing complicated, no rent, a few hygiene rules, a privacy policy, she wouldn't be allowed to talk about what she would see or hear in the building, and a part about the rooms.

"So, 'I have the right to have a bedroom that belongs to me, and you won't have access to it without my permission. This goes for your bedroom, where I could only go if you invite me.' Matt, you used to go to my bedroom all the time."

"There was nothing secret in your bedroom."

"Uh, my underwear ?"

"Irrelevant. I can't see them. And if I was looking for something secret, it wouldn't be that kind of stuff."

"Well. 'If we were to share a bedroom'... Matt ?"

"I prefer to be prepared for all eventualities."

"Matt?" she insisted.

"It's not an invitation to come into my room when I'm not there. But if I am, know that you are always welcome."

Y/N wondered for a moment if it was not Murdock who had voluntarily set fire to her building so that she could come and settle in his place without him having to ask, obviously not being talented to talk about feelings.

But even though it was definitely a bad idea, she signed the contract.

#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #Matt Murderdock #dark matt #spider gwen #flufftober 2022

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Those Late Summer Nights | Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader x Suguru Geto | Yandere

Moving to the city from a small town was no easy feat, especially to start teaching as a jujutsu sorcerer.

Quickly socially adopted by your prospective colleagues over the summer as you settle in, you begin a slow descent into a life filled with unwanted attention and obsession.

And not just from one person either.

⚠️ NOTE ⚠️ This is a slow burn dark yandere fanfic which starts off innocent enough to set the scene and the story, but it isn’t a regular fic. Only proceed if you’re comfortable with reading something with potentially upsetting content, the trigger warnings will be listed each time if needed. However, since it is a slow burn, it takes a while before it all goes wrong for the reader.

Themes: yandere, dead dove do not eat, non-con elements, angst, boundaries will be pushed to uncomfortable limits, naive reader, manipulation, abusive elements all will apply at some point, reader insert, second person pov, this is also canon divergent, meaning that geto isn’t in his bad timeline just yet and is a teacher just like you.

FINAL WARNING! Even if it starts off just fine, it’s all a facade.

✨ Updated every Wednesday | also posted on ao3 under the name lilac_quartz

Chapter 1: Goodbye.

Ever since the days of your childhood, you could see things that weren’t otherwise visible to anyone else lurk in the dark or simply just linger around people like parasites.

At often times, these creatures would parrot the person they were shadowing, somehow perfectly resembling their true selves in the form of a grotesque caricature.

You quickly learned that this ability for being able to perceive such creatures wasn’t the norm and as such, your parents quickly caught on. Your mother told you fairly early on into life that you had a gift and it skipped every other generation on her side, so if you truly desire a normal life… then to just simply ignore it.

It was surely difficult, though.

For a while, you tried to live your life as normally as you could. You went to a normal school, tried to have normal friends and did your best to bury the ability to see things that you perhaps had no business seeing as time went on.

However, your gift was scouted out relatively quickly in a nearby school for special people just like yourself. It called itself a jujutsu school and the one in your area was one of the smaller ones in the country, meaning that you were the only student in your entire year and the only remaining two third years were gone by your second year with no fresh enrolments.

And when the time came to graduate, you did so alone as the only student sorcerer in the school.

The campus to your school wasn’t as greatly funded as the other schools so it didn’t quite have accommodation so you couldn’t really live there. This was apparently common in less populated areas.

Despite this, it felt like a blessing to leave your small town everyday and to simply just explore on field trips with your teacher. She was relatively young, she could have been your older sister as far as ages went and she did her best to make you feel included as a person, sympathising with you that this is indeed a lonely route in life at times but it’s all for something so much bigger.

But that wasn’t the reason you felt so alone.

There was another problem that resided in your town and it wasn’t loneliness, nor was it the fact that the town itself was polluted with generational problems — there was the problem of your lifelong childhood bully who simply did not like you and as such, made your life a living hell from the moment you could understand words.

If she hadn’t been human, she could have made a good cursed spirit. There was something incredibly off about her, something so twisted and perfectly vile, reflected and validated by the cursed spirits that hovered around her.

The town itself was crawling with them too; the town hall, the local hospital, the two schools and even certain houses harboured at least the simple ones. They weren’t dangerous, but they were there and keeping them around wasn’t doing anyone any good either.

Had you cared just a little bit more, you would have done something about it, but this town wasn’t kind to you and you weren’t going to be nice to it either.

Was that petty?

It sounded perfectly fair to you, even if you didn’t admit it to anyone. Your teacher told you that you were studying and learning how to be a sorcerer to protect people, to create a balance in this world, so technically you should have been exorcising those things in your free time.

As sad as it sounded also, she was also your only friend by the time you had reached graduation, too. You graduated from that place with the intention of becoming something similar, hoping to be someone’s support in what was an unforgiving and isolating life.

She helped you with everything beyond that point too, wanting to help you leave this place and explore your potential. She handled the references and getting your name to the right people, but still, it was starkly silent and you remained dormant for just a couple years more than you should have been after finishing school.

You hoped to land something in the bigger cities though, so you never backed down from the beginning. You knew that the cursed spirits that resided those were often worse and more intelligent, that the people there were simply just more complex, but that was besides the point—you wanted to get away from home as fast as you could, as far as you could.

Living at home in the sticks with your parents that were distant to you ever since you convinced them to let you go to that alternative school in a town under the spiteful eye of someone who understood perfectly well that there was something about you… wasn’t that great of a deal.

Especially after what she did back then.

The night that she went too far.

So, one could only imagine your relief and maybe some shock, when out of all of the places that could have taken you in for a teaching position, it was for Tokyo.

Your eyes stared at the letter for the longest time when it happened. You thought it was a prank at first, but it all seemed perfectly legitimate. Apparently your former teacher was hard at work to help you out and as it turned out, teachers with support-centric techniques were surprisingly in demand.

The letter recommended to move after the summer term had ended to get yourself set up and established, especially if moving from a place so far away. The school budget paid the teachers a minimum monthly salary due to some type of sorcerers’ union, so even if you were out of work for the summer, getting by shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

All you had to do was make it past the first month on your savings.

You were determined to make it work.

The moment that it was all set up and confirmed, you didn’t even look back. You thanked your parents for letting you stay and for not being too against your life, ready to head out and begin anew.

It would be different this time after all, you didn’t have to be the person you were before.

You could begin anew.

***

Upon arriving in Tokyo, it was admittedly a struggle with finding your bearings in such a crowded and bustling place. Your old school was nearby a city and you’d often go there for field trips, but it was nowhere near to this magnitude.

You were met at the train station by a jujutsu assistant. To your understanding, these were people who couldn’t quite make the cut as sorcerers but they were just as valuable with getting everything set up and done. Your old school had one too, but their job was simply to get you from your house and to the campus as well as the other way around.

This one on the other hand was absurdly helpful, their stature and tone laced with a certain type of professionalism that you didn’t think was possible; they not only drove you to the campus, but they also took their time to explain the layout, the facilities and even told you that you have a right to use the on-site accommodation over the summer if you didn’t quite having a living situation figured out just yet.

You didn’t, to their credit. You were about to live your first month out in a cheap hotel and hope for the best… so this was absolutely a step up in a better direction, at least as a temporary fix.

As such, you took that offer right away, not really thinking about it. It would make do for now, at least. You would be alone for the duration of it, but you didn’t quite care about that because you were already used to that to a degree.

Moving in as a result was easy enough; you chose the bedroom closest to the kitchen and bathroom, not bothering to explore the rest of the rooms because that’s all you needed.

You moved in a little earlier than the letter encouraged you to do so, but it was apparently fine to do so. As such, you were there right as the summer break had actually started so the existing teachers would be available to meet before they’d be excused for the holidays.

In a way, this thought mildly terrified you even if you were encouraged by the assistant to do so, to just get an idea of the types of people you’d be working with. You harboured some mild social anxiety from your isolated way of life and your main fear was coming across as strange in a way that was off-putting.

This was a high school so you fretted about it more than you should. What if your technique was lame? What if you came across as uninteresting? Did the teachers have cliques here or did they not care about such trivial matters?

Sorcerers were often weird themselves, so they were probably used to the latter.

Hopefully.

***

It took you a couple of days to get settled in and you took those moments to get used to the campus, mapping it out in your mind so that you could avoid getting lost wherever you had to be on your first day. The last thing you wanted to do was to mess up in front of your students, of course.

You also got used to using the nearby bus line that was close to the campus. The travel card itself was heavily discounted, just one of the many perks supposedly and you got used to small frequent trips to go and get groceries just as some strange form of exposure therapy.

Come Friday, or rather the final Friday, it was time to get to know who you would be working with. You being nervous was the understatement of the century. You always knew that you would end up at least somewhere to be a jujutsu teacher, but all of the big shots were in Tokyo and that’s who you would be working with.

The gathering point was in a standard staff lounge. The room itself was beige both in flooring and the surrounding walls had a few sofas stacked against them. There was otherwise a kitchenette further into the room with a coffee machine that apparently was labelled as defunct, despite the lingering smell of it going strong in the room.

The head of the school, Yaga as you had come to know him as, was the first person you met beyond that room. He didn’t let you say too much before he would lead you off to a group of people and throw you right in the middle of the conversation they were otherwise having.

As such, the anxiety began to fester.

You tried to keep your cool, though.

“These two,” he began to speak up as he pointed to a tall white-haired man and another with longer pulled back black hair, “are your two official colleagues, you’ll be taking on the same students as a whole but you will be assigned individual cases based on your abilities.”

Both seemed to be around your age, which both comforted and unsettled you all at the same time

The white haired man was the first to interact with you as he drew out his hand to shake as you awkwardly scrambled to meet him halfway. His vibrant blue eyes were certainly unique, you thought.

“Pleased to meet you,” he spoke, his tone was playful and yet professional, “I’m Satoru Gojo, you can call me as you’d like.”

You have heard of that name before, at least the clan name. There were certain details that reached even your small school and you were aware of the major sorcerer clans at the very least.

“Suguru, Geto.” The black haired man added on, his handshake more curt and to the point.

A woman between the two of them cleared her throat, throwing a narrowly pointed stare at the principal and extended her hand to you as well. Yaga muttered something under his breath to her as he walked off, leaving you behind with three completely new people.

She had shoulder length brown hair and slight eye bags that occupied her face. She rolled up the sleeve to her white coat to comfortably shake your hand as well.

“I’m Shoko Ieri. Just call me Shoko, feel free to call these two by their first names too. They won’t mind, nor care.” She said as she introduced herself to you.

“I’m [name],” you nodded along as you introduced yourself, unsure what to really say beyond that point, “the new supportive techniques teacher, I suppose.”

“Ah, I heard we were getting someone new in that department.” Satoru said, his eyes scrolling up and down your body, leaving you feeling a little exposed.

“I’m the campus doctor so not really a teacher,” Shoko added along, “Satoru handles most of the students, Suguru helps train others with things like hand to hand combat and sword fighting.”

“Looks like we’ve finally got a solid facility.” Satoru smiled, throwing his arms around his two colleagues. You assumed that they were all good friends, something that you envied.

“So where are you from?” Shoko asked.

“Oh, I’m from a town further north in the country.” You replied, feeling just a little nervous for admitting it. You wondered if you should have just said you were from a city up north instead.

“How are you finding the big city?” Satoru almost teased, his teeth flashing through his playful grin.

“Exhausting,” you admitted with a small smile, your eyes trailing onto the ground as you mulled over your answer, “but I like it.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He smiled before going off to pay attention to his other friend, seemingly concluding that brief interaction with you.

Shoko stared at him for a moment as she did so before turning her sights back to you.

“Hey, so we’re going out for drinks, nothing too serious, maybe you should come along?” She asked, her tone was friendly but it didn’t seem fake.

You considered it as you looked at her for a moment. You weren’t really the drinking type as you simply never had the opportunity to do so; your parents never kept alcohol at home and you didn’t have the friends to go sneak off and get it elsewhere growing up.

“Please, you’d be doing me a favour,” she spoke up again in a more lighthearted manner, noticing your hesitation, “it would be just me and these two otherwise.”

“I could.” You nodded along to it, after all. If you were going to be leaving your comfort zone, then you had to actually take a step out of it if the opportunity arose, which it did here.

“Great,” she smiled, pulling your hand along with her as she caught up to the other two, “if you’re going to be working with these two, you might as well get to know them.”

The two men didn’t say anything but they did make room to include you as they walked along beside you. You felt some discomfort as a result, as if you were a fourth wheel somehow intruding on a perfectly established dynamic.

You walked along in relative silence as you tried to keep up with some desperation as the streets quickly became more and more crowded. To your comfort, Shoko never once let go of your wrist and pushed through the masses with you in tow, telling you to just stare straight ahead because making eye contact with people only slows them down, to focus on that building right at the end of the road because that’s where you’re all going.

You listened to her words and took everything she said seriously as the bustle quickly got too overwhelming, finding that it surprisingly worked and as such, quickly found comfort in her company because she was the first person aside from your teacher to give you a chance.

You even sat next to her when you got to the bar as the two others went elsewhere, to get drinks from what it looked like.

“Shoko’s hogging the newbies again,” Satoru pouted as he came back with a few bottles of booze as his friend brought over even more, “always getting to know them before we do.”

“You’re not exactly an easy person to get to know,” she replied as she poured herself a drink, pouring one for you right after, “besides you left immediately, what were you expecting?”

“For my grand charm to kick in and let the law of attraction do its work?” He laughed as he settled into his seat, seeming a little tired from what you could gather.

“So hopeless,” she replied as she took a swig from her glass, “you talk too much about yourself, and you don’t talk talk enough—someone has to be the middleman, right?”

“I do talk, though?” Suguru replied as he quietly poured himself a drink.

“You’ve said the least so far, to be fair.” Satoru piled on.

“The newbie isn’t talking much either.” He shrugged as he took a sip.

“That’s what the drinks are for,” Satoru smiled, “everyone’s talkative after a few.”

You suddenly felt as though it was now your queue to drink, but you didn’t really know what to expect from it but you tried your best and still managed to sour your face as you got into it, getting a couple of stifled laughs from the seats opposite.

“Take a big sip and then force it down,” Shoko said, “it gets easier as time goes by.”

You nodded as your cheeks quickly grew red from embarrassment.

“So, you said you were from the north right? Just how far up north?” Satoru asked as he leaned in, a little too suddenly interested in you after seeing you couldn’t hold your drink.

“Just… far enough… I guess…” You replied, your eyes slowly drifting off to the table as you felt less and less enthusiastic about sharing where you were from.

“You don’t sound too happy about that place,” Suguru observed as he replied to you directly, “that bad?”

You nodded a little as you made brief eye contact with him, talking yourself into drinking more for the sake of getting out of your bubble.

“[name]?” Satoru asked as he leaned in, completely ignoring the conversation that was otherwise happening.

“Yes?” You asked, suddenly caught just a little off guard from the tone he used. It was somehow accusatory and you weren’t looking forward to whatever happened next.

“I mean this politely, but is this your first time drinking?” He continued to ask.

You gulped down your embarrassment and decided to just go along with it, after all. You knew that it would only look worse for you in the long run if you made a big deal out of such things.

“I-I didn’t really get the chance to do that back home.” You tried to reply, laughing a little at yourself and hoping for the best.

“Really? I wouldn’t imagine that there’s much else to do in a small town, especially one that you’re not too fond of.” He replied, talking a little louder as the alcohol settled in his body.

“I mostly just existed there, I guess.” You said in a tone that was a little too sombre, quickly surrendering to another sip of the liquid comfort. To your peripheral vision, Suguru seemed to paying just a little more attention to you now but you weren’t sure if you were simply just imagining things.

You watched with both comfort and unease as Shoko topped off the glass that you barely finished as the others were by now onto their third glasses and then imitated a gesture of how you’re supposed to drink with her hand, expecting you to follow.

You sighed as you did so, perhaps it was some right of passage that you simply had to follow along. The drink felt sharp in your throat somehow, more so than before. It did wake you up though and to your embarrassment, you felt just a little buzz after it had finally settled.

“Attagirl,” she cheered you on as she patted your back with some pride, “see, you need to pick your poison in a place like this, otherwise it’s gonna burn you out.”

“That why you drink so much and smoke a pack a day?” Satoru teased her, leaning over the table and fishing out a pack of cigarettes from her coat pocket.

“Hey,” she replied as she smacked his hand away, “you’re saying that like you’re not the cause for it.”

“I can’t possibly be that bad enough to give you both a drinking and smoking problem.” He said as he resigned back into his seat.

“Nah, she’s right.” Suguru agreed with Shoko.

“Really?” He asked in a fake exasperated tone, not seeming too surprised about the teasing.

“Are you actually surprised?” Shoko laughed as she topped you up once again.

They continued to laugh and joke with each other, finally relaxing within your company and you finally didn’t feel like such a fourth wheel even if you weren’t contributing much.

You finally also then took hold of your third drink and stared it down with such determination that Satoru even drummed his hands on the table as you were about to drink it. Shoko did the same and Suguru was the last to join.

When you finally downed it without making a face that time, you finally felt relaxed enough to smile and laugh with the rest of them as your milestone was finally met.

Maybe this was it.

Maybe, just maybe, it was finally getting better.

(But if only you knew.)

Next chapter.

#yandere x reader #dark fanfiction #dark fic #fanfic #yandere jjk #yandere suguru geto #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere geto #mdni #jjk dark content #jjk yandere #yandere fanfiction #yandere fantasy #slow burn #slow build #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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Chinese LeoKlein & KleinLeo Fic Recs

(Last Updated: Apr. 11. 2024)

I was gonna put this in a huge post but apparently theres a limit to the number of links you can have in a post here you go

One Shots:

How to Act as a Midnight Poet by star-farming

Deacon Mitchell has a Crush by cherishqiao

Mr. Star is so Scary! by yuzhanbiluo

Can Stalking Be Considered a Chance Encounter? by huankonglongying

Incident of Image Collapse of Poet Classmate by wokeyicaiddanwocpbixutietie

Tingen, Klein trades his sexuality for money

My Former Colleague is Now My Summoning Spirit by fengju840

I Recognize Your Breath When We Kiss by woodyo

Pallez Wants to Change Parasite by gulyer

Leonard, Are You in Love? by burklend160

Looking at the Mountains and Missing Them by smallskywww

Post-book 1, when Klein is sleeping

Leonard Just Wants to Fall in Love by smallskywww

Tingen, s8 Leonard x s8 Klein

Klein Wants Leonard to Learn to Say No by cielianx

But Parents on Both Sides Can't Stand It Anymore by 2014today

Possession Beyond the Line by ws40423

All chapters of the series are integrated into the final chapter linked above (i spent hours trying to find the previous ones on their account and then pondering if it was deleted before just reading it and realizing that its all in one post hahahaha ha ha...)

Family Banquet by beijishouweizhe

AU where there weren't any casualties during the Megose incident; Melissa is worried about Klein coming home late and tired so Klein lies and says he's seeing someone

To Klein Who Will Eventually Wake Up by genkimori

After Klein wakes up, he follows Leonard's letters to regain his humanity

The Pros and Cons of Fate by beijishouweizhe

Leonard's Bucket List by beijishouweizhe

A Secret by xinjinjumin741787426675

Tingen; Klein moves in with Leonard after joining the nighthawks so Leonard can monitor him

Encounter on a Narrow Road by zhujianqingjiu

If Gehrman’s vest had not been taken off

A Sincere Confession by zhujianqingjiu

Gehrman gets caught by the Red Gloves after infiltrating Chanis Gate

You Must Kill the Opponent 100 Times by annlova

That Deacon is Paid to Fish by ailikesitudou

Although a certain senior deacon is sitting at his desk seriously, seemingly immersed in writing a report, in fact he is just writing a love poem

Complete:

The Goddess Suddenly Doesn't Want to Let Cats Go Anymore by kapuayi: 1, 2, 3, 4 (END)

Before Klein is promoted to s5, red gloves catch Gehrman

Klein Became a Spirit?; Gehrman Abducted Back to the Church (END) by qinglinyanyu

Delusion; A Cup Sweet Ice Tea Just For You (END) by genkimori

A World Without Leonard by cherishqiao: 1, 2, 3 (END)

Double Crisis by zhujianqingjiu: 1, 2, 3 (END)

Leonard thinks that Klein is in an abusive relationship with Dwayne

Incomplete:

Take Your Tears to Gently Embrace Those Colors by hanpeiwen: 1 (Last Updated: Jul. 04. 2020)

When you fall in love with someone, you will see colors

A Kind-Hearted Adventurer Passing By by bethel614882: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Last Updated: Jan. 14. 2024)

Will Former Colleague Red Glove Dream of the Crazy Adventurer of the Five Seas by zhuomeng518: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Last Updated: Sep. 09. 2023)

Body swap with Leonard and Gehrman

Benson's Troubles by bingjingming: 1, 2, (Last Updated: Mar. 10. 2024)

Is There Anything Wrong With the Lover I Thought Was an Ordinary Person but Turned Out to Be a Extraordinary Person? by kuailedantuiren: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Last Updated: Oct 25. 2020)

The Cat Caught Naked Behind Chanis Gate by lossdragonluosi: 1 (Last Updated: Feb. 15. 2024)

It's a Secret by heilangbushilang: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 (Last Updated: Jan. 11. 2024)

Before Dawn by renaissance92629: 1, (Last Updated: Mar. 20. 2024)

After facing numerous attacks as Gehrman because of a bounty on him, Klein looks for a place to stay until things calm down and accidentally moves in with Leonard

Brother, We are a Bit Ambiguous by xinjinjumin4545033: 1, (Last Updated: Mar. 21. 2024)

Does Mr. Red Glove Keep Cats in Captivity? by xinjinjumin4545033: Preface, 1, (Last Updated: Feb. 29. 2024)

Gehrman gains the weakness of fearing lies from death knell, loses his disguise, and gets caught by Leonard

#lotm #lord of the mysteries #leoklein #诡秘之主 #fic recs

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Must See T.V. Moments - Invincible 2024

*****SPOILERS for SEASON 2: EPISODE 6*****

I'm in my T.V. Phase now...

*******I MEAN IT. SPOILERS AHEAD******

The 'parasitic alien' remains a classic Super Hero villain. My personal first introduction to this villain came from watching Batman Beyond. In a two-episode Saga, Terry gets the opportunity to fight alongside The Justice League of his era. Naturally, he finds discord only to discover... well you get the idea.

This concept plays on one of our fears as people: being controlled. As gamers, we're so used to being puppetiers. Yet imagine Being the puppet. Imagine further maintaining a small hint of consciousness; an out of body experience where you watch your every action taking place. We might wonder if we'd still feel pain? Would we feel anything at all? The parasite would probably have a total lack of self-preservation, and that scares us.

This show still reigns as one of the best-written shows on television. Robert Kirkman handles tension so well. I'm avoiding reading the comics, but when I see an episode as good as this one it's very tempting. The series integrates so many layers, adding a density to the storytelling. Amazing story craft like this, in my opinion, is the cause of fiction withdrawal. I know the feeling well.

Sometimes, a series feels like it's speaking to you personally. It becomes a drug that taps directly into your veins. I keep a list of shows on my phone that give me this feeling. Maybe one day I'll share them. Really, I keep them to remind myself which shows give me the true feeling I'm searching for. I do this in the hopes of limiting my sometimes lengthy searches for new entertainment.

Let's start with the obvious.

Do you Ship 'Mark X Amber' or 'Invincible X Atom Eve'?

Fans of the series remain vocal about their preferences. And I get it. They prefer for Mark to spend the majority of his time as Invincible, the superhero. They want to see him at his most powerful, going on adventures, fighting alongside a crew, and receiving the admiration of beautiful potential partners. Seeing Mark in a more ordinary human life could feel less fun. And Amber is, in a way, a representation of that. Her groundedness reminds Mark, and the audience, that he's still just a guy. This can cause conflict between the audience and certain characters. Protagonists often serve a cathartic outlets for viewers. Fans of Twilight want to see the quiet, studious, normal young lady swept up into an extraordinary series of events. Seeing someone like themselves, allows them to live vicariously through the plot.

Likewise, superheroes serve as one of our culture's best self-insert fantasies...

This is good. This is healthy, I'd argue. Being able to explore yourself in an idealized fashion can help people create fragments of identity which can sometimes become the sparks of our moral centers. All that said, writers like Kirkman, understand that stitching these fantasies to universal human experiences are what make them memorable. It's the filtering of the wild through the boring that make our stories sing.

In real life, we have relationship problems. We screw up. We do poorly in school. We fail at our obligations time and time again, while the world forces us to push onward because our obligations are always with us. As Mark continues to try and do the right thing, his humanity outshines his Viltrumite heritage.

*****SPOILERS for SEASON 2: EPISODE 6*****

Rexsplosion reads Home Decor Magazines - Invincible 2024

"I actually thought Rex died..."

This series plays with tension brilliantly. It also avoids having too many moments of relief. When the immediate danger fades, the characters still live in a state of worry. They're always waiting for the other shoe to drop. We learn something quirky about Rex, but only because he almost died. This semi-sweet moment humanizes him, yet emphasizes the ominous nature of the series. Our heroes have to take their happy moments when they can get them. The Team, now scattered, became a question mark. This world cannot afford uncertainty surrounding its heroes. We saw their near demise in Mark's absence.

And with a few quick scenes of Mark's loved ones, we're of where he's most vulnerable.

This brings me to my favorite aspect of the episode:

- The Fiction inside the fiction -

This will always be one of my favorite methods of storytelling. Seeing characters in fiction read or watch their own fiction lets us see how they relate to their world. Sometimes it's done through myths and legends. Sometimes in other clever ways...

When Mark receives a box of science fiction stories (stories written by his father) we are able to more directly relate to the character.

This look of wonder and skepticism on his face. This is all of us...

My father introduced me to Star Wars. He had the original trilogy on VHS tapes. He recorded the movies when one of the major networks aired them without commercials. I wore those tapes out, watching until my imagination expanded to the vastness of any epic tale; spilling over into my daily life sunshine I could carry in my pockets.

At this moment in the show, I am Mark. I'm sitting on my bed, hearing my father's voice as the story plays out on the pages and in my mind. And I'd wager, I'm not the only one.

In dramatic fashion, we now get to go on the journey inside this new universe. This fiction within a fiction is crucial as it becomes the notion of creation from the perspective of beings we know to be created. How funny is that. Funnier still, to Mark this tale plays as cinema. Whereas to us, it's still animated; which is a wild concept when thinking of sentience.

Even the title 'The Man with the Invincible Gun' ...feels like foreshadowing to me.

*****SPOILERS for SEASON 2: EPISODE 6*****

I'm sure most of you caught on quick, realizing that these stories are based on Mark's Father's real adventures. I think it's funny seeing a character like Mark, superhero, space traveler, one of the strongest beings in the Universe, forget all that, and lose himself in the story. Again, this character trait displays Mark's humanity. Of course, he eventually realizes that these stories are far from lore.

Knowing his father, it's probably safe to assume these were not heroic journeys of an idealistic space explorer. More than likely they were unsuccessful Viltrumite invasions of unsuspecting alien inhabitants. I also think we'll at some point get to meet some of these aliens and learn the truth of these encounters. But still, it's fun to dream.

This episode makes me want to read a good book...

It also makes me want to write. It's been a while since I've done that either.

A few more things. Seeing the Seth Rogan alien makes me wonder when I'm going to be able to hear him as his own character because every time he talks, all I hear is Seth Rogan. His is the only character that does that to me. I'm hoping my brain eventually adjusts.

Also, let's readdress the title screen.

What does it mean this season? In Season 1, the answer felt obvious. The blood splattered across the title showed the surprising violence of the heroes world, which slowly dragged Mark deeper into its depths. In this season, the classic 'Invincible' logo cracks away to reveal a red one.

What's the meaning, I wonder. Mark might be one bad event away from turning into Omniman, a true Viltrumite warrior, like the Mark of the other Universe. And speaking of other Universes...

Our friend Giant-Brain-Outside-My-Body-Man returns to get a bespoke suit from a tailor with four arms.

This tells me that no matter the universe, timeline, or year, nothing feels better than wearing a fresh new suit. We also get to see him do a little multi-dimensional hopping.

I wonder which Universe this could be...

Cryston

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