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ncroissant · 29 days

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I just read your Sub! Frances fic and OHMYGOD??? GORGEOUS. AMAZING. HOLY HELL THIS IS THE FIRST FIC THATS MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY I—A JOB MOST CERTAINLY WELL DONE 😭💕✨🙌

I was wondering if you were up to writing more of it? I had this idea for Sub! Frances where he’s a doppelgänger and reader is part of the DDD cleanup crew…except when Frances’s doppelgänger is sent over to them, they decide to initiate a so-called mandatory ‘procedure’ to ‘discipline him’ if you know what I mean…🤭🤭 maybe even throw in some overstim and mind break~

Buttt feel free to ignore this if you want to, no pressure :)

sub! doppelgänger francis mosses x d.d.d! gn! reader

summary: how the clean-up crew likes to deal with slutty doppelgängers

wc: 1.5k

content warning: nsfw, dub-con, spanking, ball play, mind-break, overstimulation, fingering, anal, cock can be seen as strap, cum play, dirty talk, nipple play

author’s note: hi guys! sorry for the wait, but thank u sm for 150 follows omg, u guys have been blowing up my blog ily all. thanks for the ask anon, i love this concept and i'm so happy u liked my first francis fic :') hope u enjoy this one too !! not proofread, minors please dni !!

the calls to the d.d.d. were slow today.

but when you finally got a call from the nearby apartment's security guard, you were quick to accept the job. what you weren't expecting was to find such a handsome man, awaiting his sentence, upon your arrival.

you soaked in the sight of him. his all too tight uniform and his dopey little hat that was a size too big, slipping over his brunette eyes. his sunken eye bags, long lashes and pleading expression.

the alarm was blaringly loud and the lights were blinding, but you still made your way over to the doppel, your breath fogging up with hazmat suit.

"i'm here for a mr. francis mosses?" you inquired, cautiously stepping closer to him. "is that you? or who you're impersonating, hm?" you tilted your head, driving him against the wall.

his eyebrows furrowed, back pressed flat against the wall in attempts to escape. he stayed silent, but you continued to stalk forward. "can't talk, huh?" you scoffed, shaking your head disappointedly.

your head turned to look at the aluminum sheet covering the security guard's window. you slipped your phone out of your pocket, dialing the security guard. "this might take a while. keep that window closed, yeah?"

you hung up, stuffing your phone away. your head quickly turned to look at francis with a glare. "turn around," you demanded, nodding your chin towards the wall.

"what?" the frown on francis' face deepened. you clicked up tongue, disappointed with his reaction. you gathered his wrists together, spinning him around and pressing his chest against the wall. his pants were so tight that you could see the outline of his balls.

"listen to me, slut," you growled, tightening the grip you had on his wrists. "when i tell you do something, you do it, yeah?" his back arched, rubbing the bulge of your cock against his ass.

"are we clear?" you glared down at him as he looked back at you with widened eyes.

"y-yes..." he shyly nodded with a huff.

you smiled at his obedience, moving back to create space between yourselves. "now, i know you've been a bad boy. messin' with the security guard, knowing you can't enter the building like this," you started, grabbing the fat of his ass.

he gasped, biting down on his lip to suppress the lewd sounds that were so desperately spilling out of his lips. "since you wanna be a brat. let me show you how we deal with bad boys like you." you spanked his ass roughly, kneading it gently afterwards.

"h-HNG!?" he panted when you slipped off his pants, exposing his bare ass. his cock twitched at the feeling of you pressing him against the brick wall, the ridges rubbing against his perky nipples.

"no underwear?" you chuckled, dragging your fingers down to fondle his balls. he squirmed in your gasp, little whimpers escaping his mouth.

he shook his head when he felt your thumb circling around the rim of his hole. "unnghhh...'s dirty down there, ooohh...!" your fingers slipped in so easily from the accumulation of sweat and slick, making him jolt at the thickness of your fingers.

"so deep, mmMNGH! y'keep hittin' that, hngh, s-spot..." he whined, leaning head back in bliss. the room was filled with the sound of francis' moans and the sloppy wet sounds of your fingers ramming into his hole.

you fucked your fingers into him, grazing them against his balls. and every time he got used to the thickness of your finger, you'd add another one to catch him off guard.

as much as he wanted to deny it, he was shamefully enjoyed the way your fingers pressed deep against his prostate. "ooOGHHH! m' g'na c-cum, HNGH! 'm c-cumming, cumming!" he whimpered, cum coating the wall.

his cum dripped onto his white uniform pants and rolled down the inner sides of his legs. he was shaking against you, slumping backwards into your arms.

"you think i'm gonna let you off the hook just 'cause you're cute, huh?" you shoved him deeper against the wall, the bumps flicking his nipples when you pulled him up. "who gave you permission to cum?"

his face paled as he shuddered at the look on your face. "'m sorry! needed t'cum s-so bad," he pleaded, shaking his head when you wrapped an arm around his tummy to arch his back more.

you dropped his wrists for him to ball his hands into fists against the wall to stabilize himself. "okay, be a good and count for me, then." he looked confused at what you meant then yelped when your hand came down on his ass.

"GHK!" he shrieked when you smacked his ass again.

"i'm not hearing any numbers, slut," you tsked, slapping his ass again. it was blooming pink, a stark contrast to the pale white earlier.

you spanked him again, prompting a moan from him. "hNGH! o-one, mnghh..." he huffed, he looked back at you with his cheek smushed against the wall.

you continued to torment his ass until it was bright red, throbbing when you brushed your hand over it. "you learn your lesson yet, or should we do five more, hm?" you cooed, rubbing the fat of his ass soothingly.

"n-no more, hnggh...learned my lesson," he begged, tears filling his eyes.

you laughed under your breath at his desperation, giving him a break. "alright, alright. quit your whining, needy boy." you caressed his cheek, wiping a tear from his eye. "c'mere."

you took him off the wall, leading him over to the aluminum covered window. he stood there in confusion, wondering if his punishment was already over. "are you letting me go now?" he furrowed his brows.

you laughed at his assumption. if only he could see what he looked like right now. his pants and underwear pooled at his ankles, his ass blooming red with cum splattered on his shirt with his nipples poking out.

the way he looked back at you with a flushed expression and tears lining his waterline made your cock throb in your pants. "i'm not letting you go for a long time, slut," you shook your head, unzipping your pants.

francis' heart thumped out of his chest at the sight of your bulge. "i'm not so sure how sound-proof this window is..." you stated, cock springing free from your underwear. "so unless you want the security guard to hear how much of a slut you are. i suggest you keep it down."

"m-mkay, i'll do my best," he nodded with a cute little pout on his lips. he looked so serious, wanting to impress you so badly.

"good boy," you stroked at your cock, inching closer to francis. "spread yourself open for me, yeah?"

francis' hands gripped at his ass cheeks, revealing his throbbing, dripping hole. his cheek was pressed against the glass of the window, looking at you for approval.

you slowly entered him, the tightness of his entrance making you grit your teeth. "hooHNGH! o-oh my god...haah," his mouth hung open, drool dripping down his lips.

he's never felt anything like this, nestled so deeply in his ass. the way you stuffed him so easily, kissing his prostate upon entry, made his cock twitch with pleasure.

"fuck. such a tight little thing, aren'tcha?" you grunted with a chuckle, you cock completely disappearing within him. "took me so well though, hm?"

you quickened your pace, thrusting into him with more ease. "n-nghhh! y-you're hitting that spot a-aghhhNGH, again..! 's too big, mmfph!"

you shoved your fingers into his mouth to silence him, rubbing your fingers against his tongue. "haaaaghnn! feelsh sho g-good, ahhnn..." he muffled out, even with your fingers filling his throat.

"told you to keep quiet," you grit your teeth, feeling him tighten up. "bratty boy isn't listenin' to me again. want me to stop?" you threatened, pulling out.

"n-no! k-keep fuh-ghh...f-fucking me, please! d-don't pull out, mnngh!" he begged, shaking his head furiously.

your tip teased at his entrance before fucking into him furiously. it's not like you could resist indulging him, especially with the expression he was making. eye rolled back, tongue sticking out with tears and drool spilling out.

he looked like a common whore, humping against you like a bitch in heat. "ooGHHK! r-right there! f-fuck, 'm close, hngh!" he nodded mindlessly.

your grip on his waist was bruising, as your free hand rubbed the buds over his shirt. "o-ooh, oh! c-cumming, c-cumming 'gain, h-HNGHHK!"

cum spilled into francis' hole, filling him up generously. his own cock was covering in cum as it had stained the window along with his fingerprints.

your fingers fucked the cum that was spilling out back into his hole as francis twitched in your hold. "feelin' alright, tiger?" you cooed, feigning innocence as if you hadn't just breeded his tight, little hole and filled him with your seed.

"u-uh-huh. wan' more...?" he nodded in a dazed, rutting his ass against your fingers. he cupped his chest, flicking his nipple with his thumb. "'again, ngh?"

the smile on your face was pure evil. he looked so desperate for your cock, your fingers weren't cutting it for him anymore. "fuckin' hell..." you cursed, tugging your cum-covering fingers out.

"again," you smirked, thrusting into him roughly.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #that's not my neighbour #thats not my neighbor #smut #x reader #ncrescent asks

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soraphic · 5 months

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some soft angst with plug!connie x black!fem reader + some light nipple sucking at the end🙈

"you'on get it con,my family would never—"

"yea,yea..mommy would never approve of you messin' wit' a 'thug'"

"that's not—"

he cut in rather harshly,running an inked hand down his face. "lo que sea.." his voice fading as you continued to rant over him.

"you wouldn't get it,connie,it's—"

"oh,i wouldn't get it?" he scoffed,head snapping to you in immediate reaction to the words you hadn't meant to tumble so carelessly out of your mouth.

feeling you had opened a dam that couldn't be closed now,you continued- "yeah,you wouldn't get it!"

he took a few strides closer to you,now glaring daggers down at you as if he were waiting for you to say the words,challenging you,provoking it. "say the words,chiquita."

"you've never had a family!" you finished,throwing your arms from your sides as you gawked at him,as if to ask 'is that what you wanted'.

"fuck you." he spat,turning sharply to the kitchen. you watched,feeling somewhat helpless,with a wanton expression on your face from the kitchen door,as he began collecting the small littering of his presence within your home. a worn down t shirt - that had been previously drying - he had left after spending strings of nights in your bed,one he knew you liked as it hung from your smaller frame,as comfortable comparison to the tight,busty clothing you always adorned. his phone and keys laying against the humble,little table that sat within the east corner of your run-down kitchen. and his dark tech he had swung over the edge of a chair the moment he came bombarding into your home earlier that evening,talkin' bout some 'business he handled for his princesa' in the hopes of being rewarded with something a little more than just strings of complaints about his 'lifestyle'.

he then barged back through the house,completely disregarding you as he charged for the door.

"so you just gon' leave,then? like that?"

you raised your brows,questioning him,arms folded tightly against as your chest with an edge of attitude he didn't like.

"go run to 'yo lil' family 'bout it. got me fucked up." he muttered the last part underneath the sound of your cutting in,

"you know i ain't mean it like that! you stay starting shit,connie!"

"there ain't no other fuckin' meaning!" the harshness of his voice and his raise in volume made you wince,the boom of it from deep within his throat rattled you.

"i know that things were tough wit' you and your mom,i would never use that to hurt you!" you wanted to show him that your intention wasn't to hurl insults at him,or think of the nastiest possible thing you could say,but to give him reasoning on why he simply couldn't understand your devotion to abide by your family's wishes.

"don't fuckin' talk about my ma,that's nothin' to do wit' you." his voice suddenly dropped an octave,his tone piercing and cold as he threateningly held a finger up at you.

whatever happened with his family,which you had only heard pieces of,compiling small bits of information over many months,you knew affected him greatly. it took a tole on the way he held himself around you,sometimes letting little cracks of himself shine through the 'big,bad' exterior he put up. he was afraid,afraid of you getting sick of his dirty work,sick of his attitude,sick of the danger,throwing him out the way his ma had.

you also knew that his dad had never really been in the picture. he talked very little of anything to do with his life before he met you,brushing you off by telling you 'we here now,ain't we? so don't worry about it.' but the minuscule times he had mentioned the scum bag,you gathered he certainly had no respect for him.

"it has everything to do with you." you jabbed at his chest,levelling up to him with hard eyes,"and that means it has everything to do with me."

"don't fuckin' play wit' me." he growled,chest bumping with yours,eyes narrowed.

you couldn't help but feel the way he had responded to being asked to open up with fearful aggression was proving everything your family had drilled into you. you were from a much wealthier side of town,the effects of it showing in the way you held yourself. you prized your appearance,fancy cars,big money and the idea of getting anything you wanted,when you wanted it. it was what had drawn you to connie. he was mysterious,in a ridiculously sexy kind of way,but what attracted you most to him was the way he never chased you. he'd simply gaze at you through his brows,lit joint dangling between his lips,leant over a dingy coffee table passing stacks between his gaggle of 'homeboys' that tailed wherever he went,with this unreadable expression on his face. like he was watching your every move,yet completely unbothered by your lingering presence. you found him most often places he didn't belong,places he stuck out. you could spot him almost immediately through the clouded haze of a rich,suburban house party,unlike you he was there to work,not to shake ass in an inordinate kitchen to 'white people music' as he called it. you felt you had fallen in love the first time the two of you spoke,pushed together in a crowded corridor by grinding bodies as he tried his hardest to remain unbothered by you,but that look. you didn't even know him yet you were gazing up at him like he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. sure,he had his fair share of pussy,and he was more than aware of the effect he had on women. but they were all women from his side of town,the kind that were nothing like you. they weren't enthralled by him,by his lifestyle,the way you were. so he wasn't surprised when you told him your family had warned you to stay far away from him. he had been to highschool with your brothers and vaguely remembered a distaste they had for him,not that he ever really attended by junior year. he was already wrapped up in the way of life,the money,the drugs,the status. he knew he had grown greedy,but who could blame him? all these things on a plate handed to him while his poor ma had been working two jobs just to provide for him and his hermanos.

"my brother was right,connie. you ain't shit."

"yea? go ride his dick instead."

"you're fucking unbelievable."

"fuck you!"

"you keep sayin' you gon' leave,so do it!" you snapped. you hadn't meant it,you didn't want him to go,but he continued to push you in ways you weren't used to.

no more words were spoken between the two of you,just an angry puff of air through his nostrils as he swallowed thickly at you. he waited for maybe 2 seconds,waiting to see if maybe you'd take it back. but you were done. you had no more left to say to him.

he slammed the door angrily behind him as he left,the gust of air and the deafening emptiness of your home suddenly making the corridor you were standing in feel cold.

you curled in on yourself as you cried,tears of pure anger and a hint of regret.

you were awoken by some federal ass knocks on your door,groggily checking your phone to see no messages left and the digital time glaring at you: 2.05am.

you were too hopeful to be irritated,racing down the stairs as you nearly tripped,missing the bottom step.

you hadn't bothered to tug on a shirt,almost knowing who could be knocking on your door with such force so late. his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of you when the door was swung open,revealing your figure lazily hung against the door,big brown eyes batting up at him. you were in a comfortable bra and a pair of his grey boxers hung loosely around your waist,almost deepening the smooth carob of your skin. he hadn't realised how much his time away from you had effected him,slinging his arms loosely around your frame as he pulled you up into his embrace,muttering strings of apologies into your hair.

"you came all the way out here to apologise?" your surprise irked him,a mean scowl immediately resurfacing on his face as he kissed at the valley of your breasts. your long acrylics scratching at his buzzed head soothed him enough to push you further inside,kicking the door shut with a soft bang,mumbling - 'so what? i can't come see my lady?'

you began to apologise for what you had said earlier,how you had no right to bring up his past the way you had,but to your utmost surprised he shushed you again with a kiss to your lips.

"'ion wanna hear it,mami,we in the present now."

you mumbled a soft 'ok',scratching down his back the way you knew he liked as some other form of apology. his lips came to close around your nipple,suckling gently as he gazed up at you,eyes full of boyish adoration that made your heart thump with love for him.

maybe introducing him to your family wasn't such a bad idea,after all.

soraphic 2k23 — please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms: i do not tolerate them at all.

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ronwestbreeze · 5 months

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take a bow

pairing: geto suguru x non-sorcerer!reader warnings: gore and maybe a little bit of angst summary: you smell like coffee...and geto can't seem to shake it. word count: 6.7k author's note: hiiii ;) as you can tell there will be about five parts to this mini series. nothing more and nothing less. i'm kind of excited for this and i've been really wanting to write for my husband so, i hope ya'll enjoy it! and i will not be doing a taglist for this one. sorry guys!

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There was a cute customer today.

And you were also sure you hadn’t seen him around before. Then again, you moved to this village two weeks ago, and you weren’t too familiar with the regulars yet. Perhaps he was just one you hadn’t seen until now.

You leaned over the front counter a bit, trying to get a better look at him as he moved down one of the aisles to the far left of the store.

He wore what looked like a school uniform, his dark hair tied up with a few strands framing one side of his face. Even though he was further away from you, you could see he was on the younger side, maybe around your age. Possibly older.

You hadn’t met many boys in your life—attractive ones especially—mostly because you were sheltered for half of your childhood and didn’t go outside. So when you did happen to stumble upon a few of them, you were left wondering what to do or say around them. They were almost alien to you.

It was the same with people in general your age. While you weren’t bad at socializing, you still adapted the best way you knew how.

“You’re being creepy.” Your co-worker, Tohru, said passively while scrolling through her phone. A very busy activity she had been at for an hour now.

“I’m not.” You cleared your throat, quickly looking away from the otherwise oblivious customer. “But you can’t deny that he’s pretty cute.”

Tohru drew her eyes from her phone and glanced toward the newcomer who was now in the snack section. Now it was her turn to lean over the counter, a look of interest inching onto her usual bored mask.

“Damn.”

“Told ya.”

“He’s definitely new. No guy that fine lives in a boring ass town like this.”

You hummed, “I wouldn’t exactly call this town boring—but you’ve been here longer than me so I suppose you have the better judgment over that.” Carefully, you snuck another peek at the customer who was studying the back of a bag of chips. “And if he’s that fine, no doubt someone already bagged him.”

“Ugh,” Tohru grumbled with a defeated expression on her face, “you’re probably right. The hotter ones are always taken.”

“Or they end up being a douchebag.” You added with a snort as you organized the stack of gums on the counter.

“Amen to that.”

“Newbie!”

You jumped with a yelp at the loud voice filling the otherwise quiet store. Glancing over your shoulder, you found your manager, a very old and impatient man, stomping over with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, “Are you pullin’ one on me, kid?!”

After getting over your short shock, you furrow your brows, “Um, pulling what, sir?”

“Where the hell is the leftover food from last week?! I told you to save it in the back storage!”

You gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of your neck, “Oh yeah, some of it went bad so I had to throw it out.”

“We don’t even do anything with them anyway,” Tohru grumbled under her breath which you tried not to acknowledge.

He eats all the leftovers. Despite his shop advertisement promising to send any leftover food to orphanages and charities.

“Look, newbie, I’ve been real lenient because you’re new. And I get it, you're in a tough spot but I ain’t pityin’ you no more! I have no problem tossin’ you the curb, you hear me?”

Your face burned in embarrassment, especially when his loud ass voice carried throughout the store. No doubt the hot guy heard every word by now. “Yessir.”

The old man huffed, “Good. Now stop messin’ around and help the damn customer! Poor boy’s been waiting for you to notice him!”

God, please don’t be him. Please let it be another boy who's been waiting for a while.

You chanced a glance over your shoulder, only to shrivel up when you found the hot customer standing at the counter, watching your interaction with a small absent frown.

Fuck.

“Someone’s gonna be on dishes tonight.” Tohru sang with a snicker as she disappeared in the back along with your manager.

With your face on fire, you went toward the cash register. You cleared your throat and gestured to the pack of cigarettes and the bag of chips, “Will that be all for you today?”

He seemed to have been lost in thought as it took a beat for him to reply, “Sorry, yes, that’s it.”

You nodded, trying not to look him in the eyes. God, even his voice was attractive.

After giving him the price, you began bagging his items while he fished into his pockets to grab his wallet.

You still had yet to look at him.

The last thing you wanted was to get chewed out by your bum boss in front of a guy that you’d possibly never see again. Before you had been dying to have a quick conversation with him, just to keep looking at him for a little longer. Now all you wanted to do was get him out of the store as soon as possible and hide away in a hole, never to be found again.

“Is he always like that?”

You placed his cigarettes in the bag before you realized he was talking to you. Which only made your cheeks even hotter.

“Uh, yeah, he’s usually getting high in the back, or napping.” You shrugged, glancing up at him every now and then, only to find him directly staring at you. Fuck, you were awful at this. “Only ever out front when the shop closes. He’s always the first out the door before anyone else.”

“Mmm,” By then you looked up to find him not too happy about that piece of information. “And he gives you a hard time to add onto that. Don’t you want to quit?”

At that, you smile, “It would be easy, wouldn’t it? I don’t know if you already heard—probably the whole block had heard him—but I’m not really in the best situation to be quitting a job just cuz I hate my bum ass boss.”

This time he looked sheepish, “Yeah, I wanted to pretend that I didn’t hear him, but I guess there’s no point in that. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You chuckled before handing him his bag. “It’s life, you know? I just have to brave it out until I have a stable income of money. Then maybe I can consider the option of kicking myself to the curb from this trash can of a place.”

The male stared at you curiously, the disinterest that he had worn before was now long gone. He searched your face—for what, you didn’t know.

And then he smiled, “You seem to have it all figured out.”

It was infectious, his smile. Even though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I wouldn’t say all that.” You returned the smile, anyway, hoping it appeared real enough for the both of you. “But I think it’s going to work out for me in the long run. That I can say.”

The male chuckled as he walked toward the store entrance, “I wish you luck then.”

He waved with another smile which took you off guard a bit. You didn’t have much of a chance to respond back to his wave, nor tell him to enjoy his time in town before he was already long gone.

It was now just you and your blushing face.

The back door opened, “Aw, you didn’t even get his number, did you?”

You glanced over your shoulder to find Tohru pouting at you. You grinned sheepishly, “Oops, guess I didn’t.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Tohru sighed, “You really need to learn how to flirt.”

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Regulars came and went. Your manager was passed out in the back. Tohru’s shift ended sometime before you and booked it out the front door before you had the chance to say goodbye.

Essentially, you had the shop all to yourself. And it was unfortunately horribly boring.

Later in the day is when fewer and fewer customers start coming in. Apparently, many of the people in the village were too cautious about going out once the sun started setting. There were a few rumors here and there, about mysterious deaths all over the village. You weren’t exactly sure how much truth there was to those rumors, all you could do was clock in and clock out and go straight home.

Just because you doubted the stories didn’t mean you weren’t going to be stupid.

You wondered if that hot guy knew about the rumors. It probably would’ve been neighborly to try and warn him.

The sky was filled with oranges and purples as the sun was slinking behind one of the mountains. The evening glow made the shop look almost ominous, especially with the indoor lights off.

You should probably turn those on by now. They would’ve been on throughout the whole day like regular shops but your boss was such a cheap stake with the light bill you had to keep it off until evening fell and you practically couldn’t see in the dark.

Just as you stepped away to turn the shop lights on, the bell above the door rang. You glanced toward the clock and grinned.

You moved back to the front counter and grinned at the familiar newcomers. Two young girls, who looked no older than five, stood at the entrance. “Right on time! Looks like someone’s excited for today’s batch.”

The brown-haired girl—you knew as Mimiko—with the stuffed doll approached the counter first. Standing on her tippy toes enough for her chin to rest on top of the counter, “Do you have any more rice balls?”

“You bet.” You gestured toward the two chairs next to the counter. “Why don’t you guys take a seat over there and I’ll go get the food. It’s a real treat this time.”

“Okay.” Mimiko nodded before grabbing her sister’s hand to drag her over toward the chairs.

“Thank you!” The blonde-haired, Nanako, called.

You sent her an adoring smile, “Of course, hon!”

You moved to the back, passing your knocked-out manager, as you grabbed the box of food in your locker and brought it back to the front counter. Mimiko and Nanako got up from their chairs and bounced over to get a better look, “I actually got these rice balls from this place in the city during the weekend. It’s way better than the crap here.”

“Really?” Nanako looked into the box, her eyes widening, “Wow! Those look really good!”

“Anything for my best customers.” You winked and allowed them to grab what they wanted from the box.

Both girls giggled as they grabbed rice balls and ramen from the box. You smiled and patted both their heads before allowing them to sit back down in the chairs and eat.

You hadn’t known the twins for very long. Actually, you met them on your first day at the store two weeks ago. They had been attempting to steal a few snacks when you discovered them. You couldn’t shake the way they were looking at you when you found them. Scared yet desperate for some food. Mimiko had been clutching her stuffed doll tightly in her hands as if she were about to tear its head off at that moment.

They were expecting you to berate them and kick them out of the store. Maybe your manager or Tohru would’ve done that, but you just couldn’t find it in you to turn them away. They were obviously hungry, so what else could you do but feed them?

So you took the leftover food from the storage and gave it to them. They were pretty tight-lipped about their home situation so you didn’t push. But it was pretty clear that they didn’t have a lot to eat, wherever they lived.

“Let’s make a deal.” You had said to them that day. “You guys come back at around five o’clock every day and I will feed you some stuff we don’t need. Hell, I’ll probably even cook and bring it over every now and then. As long as the two of you eat.”

They looked hesitant. The brown-haired girl—she told you her name was Mimiko—spoke first, “Will you really do that for us?”

You smiled softly at her, “Of course. You guys are hungry, right? Why wouldn’t I want to feed you?”

Her twin, Nanako spoke next, eyes cast down, “Most of the people here are scared of us. Because we’re different. So they ignore us whenever we do ask for food.”

You frowned, your heart breaking at the time. Of course, you had some questions about why a bunch of adults would turn a blind eye to two little girls who looked no older than five. You seethed at the thought that the only one willing to help them was a barely surviving sixteen-year-old, who couldn’t even make minimum wage.

Instead of crying for them—which you were definitely close to doing—you patted their heads, “Well, I’m not scared of you. And I don’t care if you’re different. Come back tomorrow and there will be food for you guys. Okay?”

The two girls were stunned at your kindness like it was foreign to them. But they both nodded, hints of a smile making its way to their lips. “Okay!”

“But you also have to promise not to steal anymore so you don’t get in trouble.” Mimiko pouted but you attempted a stern look. “I’m serious, girls. And we’re going to pinky promise on it.”

You held out your pinky. Reluctantly, the two girls took it. Giggling when they fought to cover your own pinky with their little ones.

After your pinky promise, Nanako’s nose scrunched, “You smell like coffee.”

You laughed and cleaned up the trash from their meal, “I get that a lot.”

And since then, the twins have kept coming back every day, after five o’clock. Sometimes you wonder where they went before that. Did they go to school? Did they have any parents taking care of them? Did they even have a home?

You supposed none of that was any of your business in the end. But sometimes you couldn’t help but worry.

If you had a big enough space that wasn’t one small box, then you’d take the girls home with you in a heartbeat.

Once Mimiko was finished with her rice ball, she walked over to you as you were counting through the cash in the register from today’s productivity. “Can I help?”

“Sure,” You hummed trying to find something for her to do. “Do you think you could stack those new packets of gum for me and place them in this small box?” You handed the little box which she took instantly. “Go get your sister to help if she wants, okay?”

Mimiko nodded and took the gum packets and the box back to her sister who was just finishing up her rice ball. You made a mental note to buy some coloring books for them in case they got bored. Sometimes they like to stay a little bit longer after they finish eating, to keep you company. And you enjoyed their presence. It was better than staring at the ceiling for hours on end, waiting for a customer to enter even though you knew they wouldn’t come. And then got done with their little task quite fast. Yeah, you definitely need to get those coloring books.

Thankfully, just in time as you heard your manager shift in the back, the two girls made their leave. Waving goodbye to you with the promise of returning tomorrow.

Sometime later your manager came from the back and left the shop, grumbling about you closing up.

And another hour after that, you leave the shop. Hoping to see the twins again. And maybe—even though it was probably impossible—you hoped to see that hot customer again.

It was delusional, you knew this.

But it didn’t hurt to hope.

“Ugh, why are you eating that shit?” Tohru made a look of disgust at your bag of coffee beans. “Now the whole place is gonna smell.”

That was what you were greeted with upon entering the shop the next morning, “Good morning to you too, Ru. And don’t you think it’s a lot better than cigarettes and booze?”

Surprisingly, it was pretty crowded which was a first for you ever since you started working at the shop. Of course, it was a bunch of older people—middle-aged to elderly—but it was busy, nonetheless.

You went around the counter as an older woman locked Tohru into a conversation, “Did you hear what happened to that little boy? Oh, what an awful thing, I can only imagine what his parents must be feeling right now.”

“It’s that demon terrorizing our home again.” An elderly woman standing in line shivered

A man huffed, “I tell you exactly what’s causing all of this. Those no good—”

You didn’t bother to stay and hear the rest as you made your way to the back to throw your bag into one of the lockers. It was the same old thing. A horrible incident happens at night—a few people die—and people are going on and on about the town being haunted. Something about some demon going on a killing spree in the dead of night. To be honest, you thought it was some sick weirdo having the time of his life and the people haven’t realized it yet.

“Gotta buy some new locks.” You mumbled to yourself as you shrugged off your jacket.

“How was your night?” You glanced over your shoulder to find your manager sitting in the office, the door wide open as he smoked.

“Good, sir!” You offered a friendly smile as you closed your locker. “My mattress was uncomfortable but all in all, I can’t necessarily complain! And what about you, sir? How was your night?”

He grunted but never gave a response, which wasn’t unusual. He never offered to talk about himself, even on his good days.

You nodded, took your bag of coffee beans, and joined Tohru back at the front.

“—This is the fifth incident this week! When will enough be enough?!” This was an older man scowling this time. Next to him was a woman—whom you had to guess was his wife—trying to push him out of the shop as he began his rant. “We need to hunt those monsters down! How many more have to die?!”

You watched the couple leave with a small frown, “Wow, it’s never been this bad before.”

Tohru sighed tiredly, “Yeah, they’re pretty fired up this time around. I wonder how much of this is gonna mess with my precious sleep schedule.”

You hummed, noticing the usual dark bags under her eyes.

“Hi.”

A bag of chips was placed on the counter. Both you and Tohru looked up to find the hot customer from yesterday standing at the counter with a friendly smile sent your way.

Your face both burned with being taken off guard and the fact that he was addressing you directly, “Oh—Hi! Welcome back!” Quickly, you manned the second register while Tohru sent you a side glare. You returned his smile, “To be honest, I didn’t think you were still here.”

“Really?” He raised a brow as you checked his item out. “How come?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the town’s kind of haunted.” You chuckled as you stuffed his chips into a grocery bag, giving him a sheepish smile, “Scares the tourists away. I should’ve probably warned you about it yesterday, sorry about that.”

He chuckled as you handed him his bag. This time he wasn’t wearing the black top he had on yesterday. The baggy pants were the same, just this time around he wore a white button-up. “Fortunately, I’m not afraid of many scary stories, but I appreciate the warning.”

“How brave of you.” You chuckled, ignoring the subtle glances Tohru kept sending you while attending to her own customer. “I can’t necessarily say the same for myself.”

“Don’t you live here?” His eyes twinkled as he tilted his head, “I’d say you’re a lot braver than me, you know. Tonight’s my last night here.”

You shook your head, ignoring how your chest fell slightly in disappointment at the new piece of information, “Then many would say you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, his eyes never wavering from yours. Wow, he really loved making eye contact. You couldn’t figure out if that made him even hotter or a bit intimidating. And he was so nonchalant about it too, hand in pocket, stance somewhat relaxed. “What would you say? You count yourself unlucky then?”

The bell above the door rang, “Welcome in!” You called the new customer before replying to him. “Well, to be honest with you, I feel like I’m the luckiest girl alive. It’s not so bad here, you know, despite the obvious flaws of the shop and this town. I’m just grateful to at least have a job and a roof over my head. It’s not perfect but it’s everything I need right now.”

He was observing you again. Tohru was far too distracted with the other customers to notice and make fun of your bashful facial expressions. Or how you were practically malfunctioning on the spot from the way he kept looking at you.

“You know,” He leaned on the counter with a smile turning into somewhat of a smirk, “I’ve never met someone as optimistic as you. I almost think you’re unreal.”

“Don’t we all,” Tohru commented as she made her way to the back. “Your turn to man the front counter, newbie. The last customer nearly made me pop a vein.”

“Sure thing, Ru!” You called, trying to ignore how hot your face was at the moment.

Of course, the hot customer saw this and gave a soft laugh, “I didn’t mean to sound like I’m making fun of you, I promise. It’s endearing. You wouldn’t have a hard time finding someone to marry, that’s for sure.”

Steam was probably coming out of your ears at this point.

“I-I-uh, thanks?” You searched the store to try and distract yourself and prevent further embarrassment. Only when you didn’t find anything, you smile sheepishly, “I-uh, I think it’s a little too soon to be thinking about marriage—uh but thanks for the compliment?”

You watched as his nose twitched, raising a brow, “You smell like coffee. Like a lot.”

“Yeah,” You gulped with a nervous smile, “I get that a lot.”

Another laugh left his lips. He was far too amused now. Meanie. “I’ll see you around.”

With that, he left the store. The bell rang in his wake. You watched him go through the window. He waved to you as he passed. And you waved back.

Once he was finally out of your sight and you out of his, you groaned and dropped your head onto the counter, “I’m such a loser.”

The back door opened and Tohru poked her head out, shaking her head disapprovingly, “Yeah, you can’t handle all that man.”

“Shut up, Ru.”

You were the exception, not the rule, Geto Suguru realized a block away from the store.

He’d never really met anyone like you. It was so rare. Pure. So unheard of in this world.

But it didn’t change how the world was. A bright light like that would be snuffed, almost instantly. You would become exhausted at some point, smiling so genuinely like that.

It would make your fall much harder. Much, much worse.

More curses wreaking havoc through villages. More curses to swallow down, leaving the bitter taste of vomit in his wake.

You, Geto decided, were just like everyone else in the end.

Applause.

He wondered if he would ever stop hearing them clap.

Around the late afternoon, your manager sent you out to pick up a delivery of chips that apparently couldn’t make it. Something about a mix-up with the trucks—you weren’t entirely clear on the details. But your boss was pissed about it and you were left with driving to the city to retrieve the box of chips. The only thing you didn’t like about it was the fact that the drive to the city took almost two hours.

You just hoped you’d make it back in time to meet up with the twins.

So half your day was spent rushing through the city, trying to track down that missing shipment of chips, bringing it back to your car which was almost towed because you happened to park in the wrong place, and then driving back to the village while the sun was beginning to set.

The drive back wasn’t as bad as the drive to the city. But you arrived back at the shop twenty minutes past five. Which wasn’t too bad but you were still late, nonetheless.

“Sorry, I’m late!” You called as you entered the store from the back with the box still in your hands. “I got coloring books this time, hope you guys like to draw!” You brought the box to the front, expecting to find the twins.

Only you stop and find Tohru and your manager there instead. Tohru stared at you in confusion, “Who are you talking to?”

You blushed in embarrassment, “Um, sorry, I thought you were…” Quickly, your mind raced. “Did you guys happen to see two girls walk in at around five—that’s what the coloring books were for, yeah, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Two girls?” Tohru frowned, appearing even more confused. “Did you hit your head or something?”

Just as you were about to quickly explain what you meant, your manager blew out another puff of smoke, “She means those unlucky twins.” At this, you furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to ask what he meant, only for him to continue as if you had already asked the question. “Those two have been poisoning our town ever since they killed their parents. It’s about time they get what they deserve.”

Your eyes widened, heart, falling to your feet, “W-What does…what happened to them? What do you mean get what they deserve?”

“Oh yeah,” Tohru said while hoisting herself up to sit on the counter, “now that you mention it, there were two girls that came in here. They didn’t stay for long, some of the villagers barged in and took them. I think they mentioned taking her to the old temple or something like that, I don’t know, I had a headache and they were all being annoying. They went on about them being the cause of all the deaths happening in town—whatever that meant—”

The box fell from your hands onto the floor, spilling the bag of chips. Your heart thundered with panic and disbelief, “You…You just let them take them?” Surprisingly, your voice wasn’t quivering like the rest of your body. Instead, it was full and firm with distraught. “They didn’t even do anything! They’re children! They’re—oh my god, they’re just babies!”

Tohru rolled her eyes as if you were the one being dramatic and unreasonable, “Dude, relax, they’re probably not going to do anything that bad to them. Maybe send them off to another village. Look, who cares? At least there won’t be any more deaths—hey, where are you going?”

You ignored her, threw off your work apron, and jumped over the counter. “This isn’t right! None of this is fucking right!”

“Hey, you still need to clean your mess up—hey!” Tohru’s voice became further and further away as you bolted out of the shop and ran through the street, heading further into the village.

Tohru had mentioned something about an old temple. You quickly searched your mind until you remembered there was a temple on one of the hills. You always passed it whenever you went jogging on your days off. Yes, you knew exactly where they were.

Running wouldn’t get you there fast enough, you soon realized. So you thought quickly. In front of a flower shop, you spotted a bicycle sitting at the front. Quietly apologizing to whomever this belonged to, you took the bike, got on, and pedaled your way up the hill.

In your haste, the world was silent to you.

All you could think about was those poor girls. All you were worried about was saving them before the townsfolk did something that no one could possibly come back from.

The world was silent to you.

You didn’t see the people running by in terror, even when you nearly ran into an older man who had dashed out into the street in a fit of panic. You didn’t see the smoke in the part of the village you biked through. You didn’t see the blue flames consuming the houses and the people around you until there was nothing but burnt ash left.

This chaos was nothing but white noise.

The world was silent to you.

You ignored the large shape flying over you, spewing the blue flames onto another part of the village.

All you cared about were those girls. Mimiko and Nanako.

You should’ve brought them back to your home. You should’ve taken them in. You should’ve pressed for more information about them. You should’ve known that they didn’t have anyone taking care of them.

You should’ve known. You should’ve done more.

“My god,” You gasped, fear tearing at your heart as the temple finally came into view. “have I failed them?” There were no flames consuming the temple. Strangely enough, it was the only place that wasn’t on fire.

When you were close enough, you jumped off the bike and dashed for the entrance. You slammed into the double doors, attempting to pull it open. Only they were locked and wouldn’t budge.

You backed up, not willing to give up. Not willing to let those two die for this fucked up town. And with all your might, you kicked the doors open, causing them to slam against the walls inside the temple.

“Mimiko! Nanako!” You called as you entered, searching around for the two girls.

Smoke filled your nose and caused you to cough just as small voices responded back to you. Calling your name with childlike desperation. It sounded like it was coming from above you. Like there was a second floor.

The stairs were on your right. You dashed for them, skipping two steps at a time until you made it to the second floor. Until you made it into the first room you spotted. Until you found them both locked in a cage together. Beaten and bruised and scared out of their minds. Until you found the two bodies lying in a puddle of scarlet right in front of the cage.

You didn’t rush toward the cage right away. Struck frozen at the sight of the blood. At the sight of the two bodies. It made the once quiet world around suddenly become loud.

There were screams outside of the temple. There was smoke, so much smoke.

Then there was the blood.

Blood.

There was a small call of your name, snapping you out of your frozen shock. The two girls were pressed against the cages, Nanako reaching through the bars for you…

“I’m coming, it’s okay.” You said, finally snapping out of your shock before rushing over toward the cage. You ignored how your shoes were stained with scarlet as you walked through the puddle.

You tried at the cage for a bit until you roughly yanked it open, breaking the lock that kept it closed. Both girls ran out of the cage and hugged your waist, nearly knocking you over. Their sniffles were muffled in your sweater as you ran your hand through their hair in an attempt to comfort them.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here.” You promised while glancing over your shoulder at the bodies. “Nanako. Mimiko. What happened to them?”

Mimiko buried her face further into your waist while Nanako spoke, “Everyone thought we were the ones behind the deaths so they took us and tried to make the man kill us. But he didn’t, he saved us!”

You nodded as you both listened and led them out of the horrific room. The three of you went down the steps. Just from looking through the wide open doorway of the temple, you saw the flames hitting the village had gotten so much worse. What had caused this, you had no clue, nor did you have time to stop and wonder where it all had come from.

Mimiko tightened her hold on your hand, forcing you to stop, dozens of steps away from the front door, “The man told us to stay put and that he would take us away from here.”

On your right, Nanako nodded, “He said the curses won’t hurt us and that we’re special.”

You let go of their hands and turned to face them, your back to the entrance. Carefully you knelt down in front of them, “Okay, slow down. Before I even think about touching the curses part, I just need to know what man are you guys talking about. There wasn’t a third body in that room.”

“They mean me.”

At the sudden voice, you spun around to find standing at the entrance a male. A familiar one at that.

The same male who had bought chips from your store. The same male who had that gentle smile on his face—similar to the one he wore now but colder. The same male who had laughed at your fumbling and embarrassment just a few hours earlier.

“You.” Was the whisper that fell from your lips.

He stepped forward and instinctively pushed the girls behind you protectively. His brows raised at this and he chuckled.

“Mimiko. Nanako.” His voice was slow, silky, and calculated. “It’s time to go. Those people won’t hurt you anymore. Just as I promised.”

You watched him warily but the girls after a beat started toward him, surprising you. Mimiko was the one who stopped while Nanako went to the male’s side and grabbed his hand. She looked at you and then the male. She then grabbed your hand and tried tugging you forward, “Can’t she come with us?”

Something flickered across his face and instantly disappeared in the next second as he smiled, “Why don’t you two wait for me while I talk to the nice lady?”

You didn’t let go of her hand right away, “Mimiko.”

She looked at you and smiled reassuringly despite one of her eyes being swollen shut, “It’s okay. He’s a nice man. He saved us, remember?”

With that, she followed her sister out of the temple. The male didn’t move from the doorway. The blue flames were menacing in the night, his shadow tall. The heat was just as overwhelming as the smoke.

“Who the hell are you?” You finally muttered.

He started walking toward in slow leisurely steps, “A sorcerer.”

Instinctively, you wanted to back away as he got closer. But you stood firm, “And you were the one that killed those two people upstairs?”

“Yes.” He was now in front of you with very little space left between the two of you. The obvious question was at the tip of your tongue but you never voiced it. Yet he replied anyway, “I’ve decided it’s time I’ve stopped serving non-sorcerers. All they’ve done is create more problems for people like me. I figured I cut the problem down from the roots. For all of us.”

There was no smile on his face now. No traces of the friendly face, of the sheepish boy you met back at the shop. Just someone else entirely.

He leaned forward, staring at you with that same look he had back at the shop. Like he was trying to see right through you. Accusatory. Blame.

“What good are you to me?”

You glared now, clenching your hands into tight fists, “It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind. I don’t see a point in proving a damn thing to you.”

He stared at you for a moment longer and then smirked. “Too bad you’re human.” He turned and walked back to the entrance. “I would’ve liked you a lot. I do like you a lot. But if my new world is going to be without non-sorcerers…”

The curse flew past Geto and into the temple. It was large enough to cause irreparable damage to the temple. It was deadly enough to crush any target in sight. Even your screams were swallowed whole in seconds. That’s how efficient it was. That’s how easy it all became.

Geto didn’t look back at your body. Nor did he watch you get killed by his curse. Instead, he continued out of the temple with a few more curses following him at his tail.

“There are no exceptions.” He muttered to himself.

Applause.

He wondered if he would ever forget that coffee smell.

Applause.

Hours later, once the flames had long settled, you sat up in the rubble. Some of the most severe wounds were nearly done healing. But the only pain you felt was the tight twists in your stomach.

You were starving.

Applause.

Your sweater had been burned off and your skirt was ripped as you dragged yourself away from the ruins of the temple. Saliva dripping from your mouth that you tried to ignore.

For a while, you kept going. Pushing yourself through what used to be a lively village. But now it was filled with ruins and dead bodies alike.

You kept your composure thought. Especially when you pass fallen body parts, scattered along the streets.

Applause.

Eventually, you made it to the store, just on the outskirts of the village. The same one you worked at. The one place that had your coffee beans.

The bell above your head rang as you lugged your way over to the aisle where you knew the coffee beans were. Ignoring the calls of your name—which was just background noise to you.

You were hungry. Really, really hungry.

Just as you found the coffee beans, you grabbed one of the bags and tore it open.

“You know you’ve been fired, right?”

For some reason, your hand never reached into the bag to grab a mouthful of beans and tossed it in your mouth. Instead, you just stared down into it, saliva dripping from your mouth as Tohru continued her taunt.

“Boss’ pretty pissed with you taking off like that. And now I’ve gotta miss my concert because of you.” In the corner of your eye, she sneered, “I hope it was all worth it.”

Applause.

“Risking your job for a bunch of girls you don’t even know. What did you even try to do?”

Applause.

“Hmm, judging how quiet everything is, my guess is they probably finished the job.” Tohru sighed and leaned against the shelf, “Well, at least I can get better sleep.”

The bag of coffee beans fell from your grasp and spilled onto the floor.

Tohru gasped, looking down at the mess, “Hey! You fucking idiot! How many more messes are you going to leave for me to clean?! Ugh, you’re such a brat—hey, what the hell is wrong with your eyes?”

Applause.

Fuck it.

Applause.

The next morning, the shopkeeper was found dead in his office. Half of his face was gone, along with a gaping hole in his chest, where his heart should’ve been.

The girl was behind the front counter. Missing a leg, her organs spilling out of her abdomen. Blood everywhere.

It was a horrid sight.

At least, that’s what you heard.

Applause.

You wiped the blood from your mouth.

“I’m done lying to myself.” You mumbled. A giggle left your lips. “What the hell is the point?”

Applause.

With that, you took your final bow.

“Things will be different this time.”

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thebearer · 9 months

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carmy/reader, carmy gets jealous

“No, you gotta do it like this.”

Carmen turned the corner, seeing in front of you, spoon in hand, flicking a grape off the spoon and catching it in his mouth flawlessly.

“See? All in the wrist flick.” Gary grinned triumphantly, chewing the grape. “You try.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna do this right.” You grinned, shaking your head. “What if it, like, lodges down my throat?”

Gary shrugged, nodding towards the poster on the wall. “I got the choking thing right there. Someone in here might be certified probably. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully,” You repeated, rolling your eyes. “That’s reassuring.” You lined your hand up anyways, letting the spoon bounce off your wrist before the grape flew, hitting your right between your brows.

"Oh my God!" You laughed, rubbing the spot it hit, bending to pick up the grape. "How the fuck-"

Gary laughed, grabbing onto the side of the counter, hand clutching his stomach. "I don't know how you did that, but I would pay my whole month's salary to see that again." He laughed, his laugh infectious, sending you into your own giggles.

Carmen could feel his chest tighten, that familiar rigidness in his spine. A burning fury of a heat that burned so hot it felt icy.

The rational whisper in his head told him this was just two acquaintances being nice, being friendly. Nothing more. Carmen would've been alright with that if it was anyone else. Anyone other than you.

"Yo," Carmen's voice was cutting and mean, made you both jump. "You finish loading the plates?"

"Nah, I was-"

"-Wasting produce? My time?" Carmen sneered, arms crossing over his chest.

Your eyes squinted lightly. Was he flexing right now? "It's my fault, Carm. I was trying to get the grapes and I couldn't reach them."

"So you flung them at each other? The fuck is that?" Carmen huffed.

You glared at him, cheeks flashing in embarrassment. "We were just messin' around, Carmen."

"Yeah, when there's things to do. Go do 'em." Carmen nodded towards Gary, satisfied with his mumbled "yes, chef" when he walked away. "If you're gonna be distracting, then you need to just go in the office."

You flinched in shock, blinking at Carmen. "What- Who are you talking to right now?" You scoffed. "I do not work for you, Carmen, you don't get to talk to me like that."

"Yeah, well you're here in my restaurant, distracting my staff." Carmen retaliated, stomping behind you to the office.

"What is the matter with you?" You hissed, shutting the door behind the two of you. "Richie and I were having a fucking origami napkin folding contest twenty minutes ago but the grapes set you off?" You huff, watching his face for a reaction. Carmen's fist only balled, jaw set and cheeks red.

"If you didn't want me here, then why the fuck did you tell me to come?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I wanted you here with me." Carmen snapped before he could stop himself.

"I am with you, Carmen. You were busy and told me to get a snack, and that's what I did! I asked Gary-" You paused, catching the slightest tick in his expression, cutting eyes and lips pursing at the mention.

Your brows lifted, no longer furrowed with anger. "Oh?" You quipped, biting back the toothy grin fighting it's way through. "Oh, please, don't tell me you're jealous."

"I am not-"

"-You totally are!" You pointed at him. "Why? Why the fuck would you be jealous? Are you out of your mind?"

"'m not jealous." It was a petulant mumble, arms crossed over his chest and eyes darting around to look anywhere but yours.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced." You giggled lightly, arms wrapping around his torso over his folded arms. "Why are you jealous? Because I'm throwing grapes with Sweeps? C'mon, Carm, what is this fifth grade?"

"It's not funny." Carmen knew you were right, but he wouldn't admit that. His pride was still sore, pouty at the thought that you shared your laugh with someone who isn't him.

"Well, I can promise you, you've got no competition." You hum, straddling his lap on the small couch. "He's a pretty good grape flinger, I'll give him that, but I think you got way better qualities than that, Carmy."

"Yeah?" Carmen muttered, hands relenting to move down your hips. "What?"

You bit back a snicker, smoothing a hand over his curls instead. "Hm, let's see. Maybe the fact that you're sweeter, or cuter, or the fact that you're my boyfriend." Your nose pressed to his gently. "C'mon, Carm, you know I don't want anyone else. You're prefect to me."

Carmen's heart swelled, hoping you couldn't feel the way his cheeks got hot at your words. "Promise?"

"Promise." You muttered, letting your lips glide over his, hands sliding through his hair.

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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty-two — ily

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.3k content. swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration, rough-ish sex

To say you’re worried is an understatement. You were in close contact with Atsumu for the first few hours that you were away, you sent him pictures of your aunt’s house and he texted you updates on the party. You were talking like normal, acting completely fine.

Then he just stopped replying to your messages. He stopped texting, ignored all your calls.

You were ready to get on a plane and go back, expecting the worst, until Osamu told you that your boyfriend was fine. He’d locked himself up in his room and ended the party rather abruptly, but he was fine.

That helped you calm down a little, but you couldn’t help but spend the entire weekend worried about what had happened.

What went wrong?

When you get back, dragging your bags with you as you sprint through the airport, you can’t exactly say that you’re surprised when you don’t find your boyfriend waiting for you.

“He didn’t say why,” Osamu explains, having gone in his brother’s stead. He loads your luggage into the back of his car and gets into the driver’s seat beside you. “Ya really don’t know what happened?”

You shake your head. “No,” you tell him. “It’s not like we got in a fight or anything. He just started ignoring me.”

He grimaces. “This is just like him, messin’ things up when they get serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“‘Tsumu’s not the best at expressing himself,” Osamu says, driving the car away from the airport. “I bet he’s just scared of how he feels ‘bout ya.”

You frown. “I don’t think that’s it,” you tell him. “He’s really open about that kind of stuff.”

The twin gives you a curious look. “He is?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Is that… weird?”

He shrugs. “Can’t say he's had a great track record of bein’ open with people,” he says. “But I always figured that ya were somethin’ different to him. Guess it makes sense.”

You play with the hem of your sweater. “Why do you think he’s upset?”

Osamu looks at you reassuringly, offering a gentle smile. “It can’t be that bad. The two of ya will patch things up. I know it.”

At your request, you stop at their apartment before heading back to the dorms. You won’t be able to do anything until things are settled between you and Atsumu, and you have a feeling he might feel the same way too.

“‘Tsumu,” you say, knocking on his door. “It’s me. Please let me in.”

You stand there at the door for a long time, wondering if he’ll ever open it. Eventually, you hear it unlock and it opens by just a crack.

Osamu watches you from the side, nodding at you and heading out of the apartment when he knows that Atsumu has heard you.

You step into the room. It’s dark and a little stuffy. From what you can see in the low light of the lamp on Atsumu’s desk, it’s more of a mess than usual. There are empty mugs all over the room, clothes that are probably partly clean and partly dirty in a heap on the floor, unorganized class notes strewn across the different surfaces.

“Hey.”

You turn to find Atsumu by the door, closing it behind you as you walk inside. He’s wearing a ratty old jacket (that probably belongs to Osamu) with the hood pulled over his head. You can barely see him, but you know that he’s worse for wear.

“‘Tsumu,” you say quietly, reaching out for him. “Baby, what happened—”

He jerks away from your touch and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You wish you could make it better, but you don’t even know what’s wrong.

Atsumu sits down on his bed and nods his head for you to sit across from him. When you reluctantly do as he tells you, he speaks.

“What’s going on with ya and Suna?”

“W-what?”

He shrinks into himself ever so slightly, imperceptible to anybody but you. “What’s going on with ya and Suna?” he asks again. “And don’t… don’t lie.”

You shake your head, attempting to take his hand only for him to pull it away. “Nothing,” you tell him desperately. “There’s nothing going on.”

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s not!” you insist. You can feel yourself grow faint at the sudden weight of your thoughts. What does he know? “I’m serious, Atsumu, there’s nothing going on between the two of us.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Y/N.”

You don’t know what to do. All the options seem to be in your hands and none of them look too good. You know one thing though: You can’t lie to him.

“There’s nothing going on… anymore.”

Atsumu nods at you to continue, a hurt look taking over his features. “So what went on?”

“Nothing real,” you tell him. The truth burns on your tongue like acid as you spit it out, “Suna and I… we—well, we used to—we don’t do it anymore—b-but we used to—”

“Used to what?”

“We used to sleep together.”

He blinks at you. His expression reads something between disappointment and anger—but also a bit of relief. Like he had been expecting something far worse.

“Why didn’t ya—” he clears his throat, “why didn’t ya tell me?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and let your shoulders slump forward. So you’re really doing this. You’re really telling the truth.

“I was embarrassed,” you say, wincing a little when the words fall out of your mouth. Admitting it out loud is bad enough, but admitting it to your boyfriend—you wonder if you’ll still call him that after this conversation—feels indescribably terrible. “He didn’t want people to know. He wanted to keep it a secret. And… I let him. And it makes me sick just thinking about how I put myself through that.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel Atsumu reach over to wipe a tear from your face. “I should have told you,” you say quietly. “I’m really sorry.”

He moves closer to you and pulls you into his arms. “I know,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have ignored ya this weekend. I just—I was expectin’ the worst. I thought it was... worse.”

“You had every right to,” you murmur into his jacket, clutching at the fabric as you sniffle. “I should’ve told you. I never meant to hide this shit from you. I’m sorry.”

“I know. It’s alright.” He gently pushes you away to get a look at you, the pad of his thumb rubbing at stray tears. “I need to ask ya somethin’ though.”

You nod fervently. “Anything.”

Atsumu swallows the lump in his throat. He doesn’t want to ask, but he knows he has to. He’ll never let it go if he doesn’t.

“Do ya love him?”

You gape. “What?”

“Do ya love him?” he repeats. He can feel the dread growing in his stomach.

“Atsumu.” You reach out to take his hand, calming down slightly when he doesn’t pull away. You can’t lie to him. “I love you.”

He looks stunned. “Ya—what?”

“I love you,” you tell him again, moving closer and pulling your hands up to cup his face. “I love you, Atsumu. I love you.”

He can’t help himself anymore, leaning forward to kiss you with his hands coming to your waist. There’s a tinge of saltiness to your lips, remnants of your tears, but he doesn’t care. He holds you tight and kisses you deeply, all the worry he’s been carrying for the past three days suddenly gone.

You love him. You love him.

He pulls back to find you staring at him with wide eyes, your lips swollen from the touch of his. He can’t help himself.

“I love ya,” he tells you, a fierceness to his words.

You crack a smile at that. “I love you,” you repeat, pulling his face back to yours. “I love you, ‘Tsumu. So much.”

Your lips lock again. His tongue slips into your mouth, brushing against yours, as he slowly guides you backwards until you’re lying down. He hovers over you, still kissing you as deeply as he can.

“‘Tsumu,” you mumble against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love ya too,” he says, moving down to your neck and nipping at the skin of your neck. “I love ya so much.”

You moan as he sucks on the tender flesh. “I love you, ‘Tsumu!”

“I love ya too.” He licks at the bullied spot and unbuttons your blouse. “I love ya.”

You shrug your top away as you feel him reach behind you and unhook your bra. He tosses the piece of clothing to the side and attaches his mouth to your bare chest, sucking at your nipples and massaging your breasts. You place a hand in his hair, groaning as he continues his assault on your skin. “I love you.”

Atsumu nods, moving down to your stomach. “I love ya,” he mumbles, sticking his tongue out and trailing it towards your waist. He drags your sweatpants off and positions himself between your legs. “I love ya,” he repeats, slipping his finger into your panties. You moan as he brushes against your heated core. In one swift motion, he pulls his finger through the fabric, ripping it to open at your crotch. “I love ya.”

You prop yourself up with your elbows and find him peeling your panties away. “I love you,” you say breathlessly. You throw your head back as he dips his tongue into your cunt. “Fuck!”

He fucks you with his tongue, the muscle slipping in and out of you, his lips occasionally moving up to suck at your clit. “I love this pussy,” he tells you, the vibrations on your heat sending shivers up your spine. “I love ya.”

You feel him slide a finger in and crook it against your g-spot. You sit up at the sudden pleasure of it, hands flying to tug at his hair. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant as the knot in your stomach gets tighter. “I—fuck!—I love you so much.”

He adds another finger, groaning when your grip on his hair gets tighter. “Love it when yer rough with me.” He chuckles as he sucks on you, sending you close to the edge. “I love ya,” he whispers, crooking both his fingers and making you convulse as you reach your high.

Atsumu kisses your cunt as your orgasm washes over you, his tongue sliding through your folds. When you’ve calmed down, he crawls back up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on him, forcing out another strangled moan from your lips.

“I love ya,” he tells you, laying you down and pulling his hard cock from his pants. He pumps it a few times before lining himself up between your folds. “Ya have no idea how much I love ya, sweetheart.”

You grab his biceps as you feel his tip slide inside. “I love you too,” you say, closing your eyes when you feel him push in deeper. “So fucking big, ‘Tsumu.”

He chuckles, moving faster now. “I know, sweetheart,” he whispers. He bottoms out, whining as you cling to him at the feeling, your nails digging into his back. “I love ya.”

“I love you too,” you say, moaning at the way he fills you up. “Want more, ‘Tsumu.”

He takes your legs in his hands and wraps them around his hips. “I’ll give ya more, sweetheart,” he tells you, leaning down to kiss your neck, “love ya so much, I’ll give ya everythin’.”

Your back arches as he pulls out gently before quickly pushing himself back in. “Holy shit!” you exclaim when he starts thrusting. The sheer size of him and the power of his movements almost makes you feel like passing out from just how good it feels. “I love you so much, ‘Tsumu!”

He whines desperately as he feels your walls sucking him in. “I love ya too, baby,” he says. “Fuck, ya feel so good. Love ya so much.”

Your eyes roll back as his cock bullies its way into you, the tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust. “‘Tsumu!” You moan when he grabs your legs and pushes them towards your chest, as far as they can go. The new angle makes you see stars, his whole body practically coming down on top of you. “I love you, ‘Tsumu!”

He kisses you messily, heaving as he pounds into you. “Love ya. So. Fucking. Much.” His hips move with every word. He’s above you, watching every single expression on your face as it twists with pleasure. “Do ya love Suna?”

A scream rips out of you as he thrusts deeper than before. “I love you!”

“That’s right,” he says, pulling you in for another kiss. “I love ya so much, sweetheart. Gonna come for ya.”

“Please, ‘Tsumu,” you beg, your grip on him becoming impossibly tight. “Come for me, ‘Tsumu. I love you.”

A moan escapes from him as his thrusts start to become sloppy. When you reach your second orgasm and start tightening around him, he does his best to keep fucking into you. It doesn’t take long before he’s coming too, his warm cum filling you up.

“I love ya, I love ya,” he whines, humping himself into you as your hands reach up to his head and stroke his hair. “I love ya so much, Y/N.”

You place kisses all over his face as he starts slowing down. “I love you too, ‘Tsumu.”

His hips still and he practically collapses on top of you, head buried into the crook of your neck and you rub his back. He closes his eyes and moves his arms to wrap around you. “I love ya,” he murmurs into your skin. “I love ya, Y/N.”

You kiss the top of his head, feeling his dick grow soft inside of you. “I love you too.”

His eyes flutter open as he angles his head to look up at you. “Do ya really mean it?”

“I do,” you say, smiling at him. “I really do.”

notes. OK TAKE 2!!! i'm so sorry :") today was such a mess (things with the guy i've been kinda seeing took a weird ass turn and i didn't get to double-check the chapter before i posted 😭) screaming crying but here you go AAAAA

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #atsumu smut #haikyuu fic

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whatitshouldvebeen · 6 months

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After your most recent fic I couldn’t n help imagining, how would Johnny react if he did accidentally kill the reader? Like maybe one of his beatings just goes too far, do you think he would be regretful or would he really just not care? I love all of your work 💕

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

Too Much Trouble part 2

Contains: death, extreme angst, don't read if you're sensitive 'cause I almost cried writing it

Johnny knew something was wrong the moment your body shuddered and went limp.

Well, he knew something was wrong before that point. You were what was wrong. You and your annoying bullshit, the way you wouldn't leave him alone, the way you reached out and cupped his face and choked out you loved him as he strangled you.

Why wouldn't you shut up? If you had just stopped following him around apologizing, begging for his forgiveness, asking what you could have done differently, this wouldn't have happened.

His frustration peaked when you insisted he needed help, claiming his anger was an overreaction. You didn't get to decide the impact of your actions on him. If only you had focused more on his feelings than on justifying your mistakes, perhaps you'd have realized the need to stay silent.

But, no. You continued to express concern for him, wanting him to understand your perspective. As if he could comprehend the world through the lens of someone so foolish and lacking self-preservation. Being so fucking stupid as to claim he was the one with the problem as you were the source of every single issue in his life.

In his mind, there was a snapshot of who you were supposed to be: docile, sweet, a homemaker, a mother, a comforter, an absolver. You always forgave him, you never gave up on him, and you never once even considered leaving him.

But when you strayed from that image; when you were stressed, when you were upset or angry, and especially when you dared to talk back, you weren't the person he idealized you as. You were pathetic, stupid, weak, and you disgusted him.

So it felt natural when he beat you, strangled you, smashed you against the wall and threatened you. After all, you weren't behaving. You weren't conforming to his idealized version of you. You weren't the person he cared for, you were someone else entirely. And god, he hated it when you weren't the vision in his mind's eye.

But the moment that shudder coursed through your body, the hands that had been in the process of beating you stilled. The mouth that had been wishing your death silenced. The hate that had been coursing through his veins chilled.

"Quit messin' around," he said, shoving your back as you lay face down on the ground in a pool of your own blood. You only jostled, then lay silent.

Johnny shoved you again, then again, and you rolled over on your side. Your eyes were dull and lifeless, bloodshot and swollen from crying and being beaten. Your mouth hung open limply, blood trickling from your split lip.

Disbelief flooded him. You'd survived worse before, why did you give up this time? You told him you'd never leave him! You swore it on your life! Yet, you were gone. You'd lied. You did leave him.

He didn't recognize the foreign feeling twisting in his stomach. Regret? Remorse? Wasn't this what he'd been wishing for every goddamn time you'd made him beat you back to your senses?

He wiped his cheek. Your blood mixed with his tears, smearing across his face.

"Baby?" He said, much softer. He rested a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your face was smashed almost beyond recognition. Your throat was purple and black. Even your tongue was swollen, holding your shattered mouth open.

He sat on the floor, cradling your battered form. One hand stroked your hair, patches having been torn from your scalp when he flung you around the room. "Honey, this ain't funny. Quit pretendin'."

Johnny knew. He knew what he'd done. He finally freed himself of you. So why did it hurt? Why was his heart fracturing into a thousand glass shards, stabbing through his chest, more painful than any wound he'd ever sustained?

Tears were streaming down now, but he didn't notice until they splattered on your face. He angrily wiped them off you, which turned into a frenzy of trying to clean you.

He ripped off his shirt and used it to rub away the blood until he could almost see the woman he could remember. The woman who would light up when he returned. Who would run into his arms, squeeze him tight, and tell him she missed him. Who told him she loved him as the last thing she said every night, even if he hardly ever responded.

Who carried his baby.

Cold dread filled him. His baby, only two, and already their momma was gone.

Johnny knew he wasn't a good father. He was hardly ever home, and when he was he spent more time annoyed with the kid than spending time with them. He'd get pissed when they repeated themselves, or when they'd beg for his attention, even though he knew they weren't doing it to anger him.

And now their mother was cold, lifeless in his arms. The woman who had protected their kid on those days when he'd had enough of their whining and wanted to leave them in the woods. Who had assured him that he'd love them when they got older, and swore they were only so annoying because they didn't know any better.

He sobbed, then. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but he was broken now. He held you tight and moaned, his body racked with tormenting pain. He hated you, but he realized he loved you even more. Only, it was too late.

All he wanted to do was to bring you back even just for a moment to tell you how much you meant to him. He told your corpse all the things you'd hoped and prayed to hear every moment of your life.

He said he wished he would've treated you better. He told you he loved you and he'd never again take you for granted.

And there you lay, like all the times you'd told him you loved him and he responded with silence or distain. For the first time, he felt how you felt every moment of your life.

He loved you even if you never returned the sentiment again. He loved you, even though you could never love him back.

He loved you, but it'd always be too late.

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm game #texas chainsaw game #tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #tw death #extreme angst #tw abuse #abuse #extreme abuse #you fucking die

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p4rsuade · 2 months

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a certain romance ➤ jamie cook

𝓼ummary. you’ve been completely smitten with each other since secondary school, and now, the love is still there as if you were kids all over again.

𝔀arnings. none just fluff <3

𝔀ord count. 796

the car!jamie cook x reader

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOUR FRIENDS AND HIS DIDN’T THINK you’d last, nobody had faith in the both of you; which was completely understandable, knowing Jamie. He wasn’t one to commit, but that changed entirely when he met you. You both still remembered the day as if it were only yesterday. The first moment they met wasn’t special, not at all, but it was engraved in your heads nonetheless.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”Is this chair free?” Your sweet voice had asked, making his head turn up from his notes. The teacher hadn’t come in and he was debating whether or not he should lie to the girl, if he said yes, he’d have to sit with her for the rest of the year, and what if she were annoying? What if she was pathetically stupid that she’d keep bombarding him with questions just because she hadn’t listened to the teachers instructions? His body seemed to act first than his mind, and he nods. “Yeh, it’s free.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”Thank you.” She nods in gratitude, and she smiles, before placing her bag on the floor, letting it lean against the leg of the table, and she pulled out her chair and sat down, and for some reason, he just watched her. You couldn’t quite tell his expression, was he visibly judging her, or admiring her beauty? He didn’t know himself. He just lets out a huff, and turned back to his notes, the teacher was going to come in a couple of minutes, and he didn’t want to be caught slacking staring at the new girl…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “You absolutely hated me.” You laughed at him as you leaned into his shoulder, and his arm subconsciously wraps around her, and he lets out a chuckle. The both of you sat on the couch of the band’s dressing room, he was exhausted after the show, but speaking with you has always made his day, no matter how exhausted he felt. “Nah, I didn’t, or well..” He snorts as he rubs his palm against his jaw, his stubble prickling him. “I was worried about wha’ ya’ might be like, was worried I might be stuck wi’ a freak for the rest of the year.” He chuckles.

“And..?” You smile playfully, lifting your head up to look at him, and he grins at you, before pressing his lips against your forehead. “And… eh, you were a ‘lil bit of a freak..”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You swatted his arm, resulting in him letting out a loud laugh. “I’m messin’, love!” He chuckles, his grip tightening around you as he presses another kiss against your temple. “I fancied you the second I laid my eyes on you, although it didn’t look like it.. I promise you, I’m tellin’ the truth.” He smiles.

“You weren’t like any of the birds in school, you were kind-hearted, and when I told ya I wanted to form a band with me friends, you didn’t laugh at me like others did, you supported me.” He leans in, and instead of kissing you on the forehead again, he pulled you in close, and then pressed his lips against your cheek, his lips trailing to your neck. “I love you so much, love, and I couldn’t ‘ave done it without you.” He murmurs, his voice reverberating against your skin.

“Aw, Jamie..” You murmur, your gaze softening as you shift, so now that you were sitting up and facing him. “I love you more, baby. I knew you could do it.” You smile, and he chuckles and pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you onto his lap, making you squeal, and he laughs.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He moves his hand swiftly to the back of your head, his fingers massaging into your hair as he pulls you in closer, and he presses his lips against yours. “I’m so proud of you.” You murmur against his lips and he smiles, feeling a wave of emotions run through him. “You know wha’ to say to get me all emotional and soppy, (Y/N).“ And you laugh, before nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, Cookie.”

And he groans, rolling his head back against the head of the couch. “Urgh, you know I hate it when you call me that.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.” He sighs.

And you giggle, pressing another lips against his.

Nothing had changed between you two, except for the fact you’ve gotten older, but the love you two felt will always be the same as you were as kids.

#jamie cook #alex turner #arctic monkeys #jamie cook x reader #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys x reader

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seiyasabi · 2 years

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If All Else Fails, Try Again

(Yandere Reiner <33 I love him sm! So here’s a yandere reiner x fem reader story :)) I envision him as a football player from the south, who falls in love with his nerd darling.

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, football player Reiner :)), reader isn’t necessarily popular, he’s like crying while he assaults u, bullying!, peer pressure low-key, he’s p vanilla but you know… yikes, size kink (y’all need to remember that when I write for characters, they’re always two feet taller than you bc u deserve to feel tiny)!, body worship!, Voyeurism!!!, physical assault that ends in bodily harm (not towards you)!! genuinely loves u but u want nothing to do w him, EVERYONE IS 18 AND OVER, etc..

Please proceed with caution!!!)

“So, I was thinking,” The scruffy blond has a self assured grin on his stupid face, his football buddies gathered around the two of you, holding up different signs spelling out ‘You intercepted my heart - prom?,’ “That you and me will make the perfect team. Whaddaya say?”

You’re honestly speechless. Whilst the football player hadn’t been particularly mean or cruel to you, you just couldn’t understand why he’d ask you, of all people, to prom.

“Huh?” Your shock is evident on your pretty face, as you chuckle in discomfort, “No offense, but I’m kind of confused right now.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning farther onto the locker beside your head, “Why’re you confused, darlin’? I feel like the situation is spelled out for ya.”

You notice Annie, the only girl on the football team, glaring at you, as if daring you to reject his proposal. You feel a cold sweat starting to bead at your brow, “Well, uhm, I’m just confused as to why you’re asking me? We don’t really know each other, and you’re super popular, and I’m just-“ He interrupts you with a booming laugh, using his hand that isn’t balanced against the locker to clap you on the shoulder.

“Popularity doesn’t matter, (Nickname). Just cuz yer a nerd, doesn’t mean I can’t ask ya to prom. Remember that time we were partners in Mr. Ackerman’s class? You were so cool, and I’ve wanted to get to know ya since then.”

He has to be playing a prank on you. There’s no way that the captain of the football team is interested in you. You’re a nobody! At least, that’s how the popular girls make you feel.

Swallowing thickly, you glance around at the others, noticing how they practically giggle amongst themselves, hearing some of them whispering about how ‘Reiner can’t possibly be serious,’ and how they’re ‘glad to get answers from the smart kid in class now that she's dating Reiner.’

Hurt blooms in your chest, as you realise that your suspicions were true. Tears brim your eyes, as hot, boiling humiliation fills your being. Of course he’s fucking with you, no popular boy would ever be interested in you.

“This isn’t funny, Reiner. Please stop,” To his credit, he plays the part well. He almost looks genuinely surprised by your reaction.

“Whaddaya mean? I’m not messin’ with ya,” His friend Bertholdt starts to sweat at your crestfallen expression, Annie’s eyes begin to dart around in discomfort.

“He-he’s n-not messin’ w-with ya, (Your Name),” The giant tries to soothe, but it does the exact opposite.

“This is cruel, even for you,” You try to hold in your tears, not wanting them to have another thing to make fun of you for, “I know that I’m not popular, I know that boys don’t find me attractive and that the girls want to make my life hell because it’s easy. But, for the life of me, I can’t understand why you’d do this. What can you possibly gain from making me feel like this?”

His football buddies, besides Bertholdt and Annie, begin to laugh at you. They throw jab after jab at you, not caring about how they tear you apart seam by seam.

Reiner looks like a fish out of water, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing indignantly, “I’m bein’ serious- I wanna go to prom with ya. I’ll take ya dress shoppin’, get matchin’ flower things, do anythin’ if it makes prom special for ya-“

“Just stop!” You shout, tears finally falling down your face, your countenance feeling hot with shame, “Reiner, I don’t want to go to prom with you. You’re mean, cruel, and have no regard for what your actions and words do to people. Don’t talk to me ever again.”

Apparently, someone had filmed a video of your sad interaction, making you the laughing stock of the school.

Needless to say, you didn’t go to prom- choosing to be alone in the comfort of your home, eating a tub of your favourite ice cream, and watching a rerun of your favourite show.

The rest of High School was hell, all thanks to Reiner Braun.

You both go to the same college, but for the past two years, you’ve somehow been able to avoid him.

You’d made new friends, grew out of your shell, and ultimately felt happier than you had in years.

That is, until you finally see him at some stupid frat party.

Your friend Historia begged you to come to the party with her and her partner Ymir, along with their friends Sasha, Connie, Jean, and Marco. The moment you heard that Marco was coming, you practically jumped into your closet, ripping out your best outfit.

So, here you are waiting for your group outside the frat house, dressed in a bodycon purple dress made from velvet, and a jewelled bralette holding up your tits and adding some flair to the seemingly simple fit. Along with that, there’s a pair of jewelled heels on your feet, which hurt way more than you thought they would.

You looked good, yet completely different from when you were in high school.

Historia practically screamed when she saw you, alerting your friends of your presence. Their jaws were practically on the floor; having never seen you in a dress before.

“You look amazing!” The blonde grabs you into a tight hug, swaying you side to side.

You laugh, returning her embrace, “Thanks, Historia, I appreciate it.”

When she releases you, a sudden arm is thrown around your shoulders, causing you to jump. Glancing up, you see a sly looking Jean, “Who you tryn’ to impress, sweetheart? Got a boy on yer mind?” You wanna punch the animal science major in the head, but you refrain.

“Well, uhm, you see-“ He teasingly punches your cheek, before releasing you from his hold.

“Don’t worry, I think he’s Lookin’ at ya right now.”

You look at Marco, whose face is blazing a bright red. He tries to avert his eyes, but he can’t stop staring.

“You, uh, look beautiful, (Your name). Golly, I can’t take my eyes off of you,” You smile at him bashfully, as Jean all but shoves you in the dark haired male’s direction. He catches you with ease, having been a pig farmer since a young age. You’ve seen his ribbons from the county fair, and have even seen a video of him lifting a pot bellied pig right off its hooves with ease.

“Thank you,” Your eyes take in his dress shirt and dark jeans, noticing how he doesn’t have his usual hair gel on, allowing curtain bangs to rest prettily against his tan skin, “You look quite handsome.”

Now you’re both grinning like fools, faces feeling hot. Connie and Sasha make mock gagging noises, pretending to keel over and throw up, causing the group to laugh.

“Let’s get this over with,” Ymir mutters, ushering your group inside the frat house, music and loud voices already echoing from the premises.

“Don’t be a party pooper, Ymir!” Connie crows from beside Sasha, “This’ll be a night of firsts, I’m sure.”

He winks in your and Marco’s direction, causing both of your faces to feel hot. Ymir groans, Historia giggles, and the rest of the group makes weird faces.

Deciding not to comment on his suggestive words, Marco, ever the gentleman, holds his arm out to you, “Ready to head in, sugar?”

Smiling up at him, you nod, “Yessir, I’m ready when you are.”

Your group walks up to the door of the frat, a boy with a backwards hat and sunglasses is standing at the door, “Gimme yer names and years.”

You all state your information, causing him to nod his head and grin like a madman.

“Alright, since y’all have a buncha girls in yer group, I’ll let y’all in. But you,” He lowers his glasses, exposing aquamarine eyes which glare into Jean, “If ya ever mess with my kin again, I’ll thrash ya, pretty boy.”

Jean nods, suddenly starting to sweat under the pressure, “Yeah, yeah, ya said that last time, Eren.”

Eren nods, giving your group one last look over, causing his eyes to land back onto you, “Say, ain’t ya Reiner’s girl?”

You freeze, not expecting to hear that name. Your friends all whip their heads to look at you, questioning looks on their faces. Marco looks at you befuddled, “No. We went to high school together, but I hardly know the fella. I’m currently single.”

He pushes his shades back up his nose and nods, “I shoulda known that fool was lyin’, ain’t no way a pretty girl would go for his meatheaded ass. Y’all head on in, there’s lots-a booze to choose from.”

Marco glances down at you, a questioning look on his face, “Howdya know thick neck?”

You frown, shrugging, not liking to talk about him, “I’m not sure why he’s talking about me, but he and I went to high school together, like I said. But, he used to terrorise me in school, along with the rest of the school population. We aren’t friends or anything.”

He nods, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, “I think I understand. I’ll keep ‘im away from ya if I see ‘im. He sounds like a real winner,” Looking up at him, you see an uncharacteristic frown on his handsome face.

Giving him a small smile, you give his arm a squeeze back, “Thank you, Marco. I appreciate you.”

Falling into a comfortable silence, your group enters a large hallway, music sounding from a large room at the end of it. You can already see drunk people stumbling around, people dancing, and drinks being poured every which way.

A pit forms in your stomach when you notice a certain large, blond man, who's currently chugging whiskey straight from a Jameson bottle. His buddies are cheering him on, along with a few pretty girls that giggle at his ministrations. Seeing him, your group goes to the other side of the room, right next to the outdoor patio and the food table with random bottles of alcohol.

Sasha immediately goes in for the kill, indiscriminately grabbing appetisers from the table, before shoving them unceremoniously into his mouth. You all laugh, including the drunks surrounding you, everyone knowing about the brunette's antics.

“Damn, Sasha! Not even a minute in and you’re already mukbong-ing at the damn party,” Connie practically giggles, grabbing a few pizza rolls for himself. You all follow their lead, snacking on anything that is readily available. Ymir grabs a previously unopened Smirnoff bottle, taking a large swig without flinching, causing you to cringe in mild disgust.

“Awe man, that must’ve been heinous,” Connie and Jean make fake gagging noises, causing you all to laugh, whilst Ymir rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, but at least I’m actually drinking. What’re you lightweights gonna do?”

Jean grumbles, practically snatching the bottle from the tall woman, “Ya sure are good at peer pressure.”

Snorting, she rolls her eyes once again, “All I did was call you a lightweight, maybe you’re just an undercover alcoholic.”

Marco lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh, causing Jean to glare, “I don’t wanna hear it from ya, Marco. Ya need to man up and-“

“Now, now, no need to argue,” You’d recognise that voice anywhere, not bothering to look in their direction, “There’s enough alcohol to go around.”

Historia greets the blonde woman warmly, trying to lessen the tension, “Hi, Annie! There’s no need to worry, we’re just messing around.”

The taller blonde scoffs, “Sure,” You can feel her cold eyes on you, as you all but curl into Marco’s side. The brunet holds you tight, also feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny, “Now, here’s a face I never thought I’d see again; how’re ya likin’ the party, (Your Name)?”

You shift in discomfort, but force a tight smile onto your face, “Yes, it’s been a while. The party is pretty fun, right y’all?”

Your friends murmur in agreement, whilst Annie hums, “I see, I’m glad yer likin’ it. Why don’t ya go say hi to Reiner? I'm sure he’ll be happy to see ya.”

You drop your smile now, finally looking in her direction, “I don’t think I’ll be doin’ that. He looks content with his friends, and I’m sure as hell content with mine. Whilst it was nice seein’ you, I don’t believe I want to hang out with you. Now, if you’ll excuse us-“

You’re rudely interrupted by the previously mentioned man, “Wow! Lookin’ good, (Nickname)- not that ya never looked beautiful before- eh, ya get what I’m tryin’ ta say.”

Reiner is slurring his words, swaying on his feet. You're surprised no one heard him coming, with all the stumbling he’s doing.

“Thanks,” You respond simply, Marco’s taller and stronger frame still holding you close with an arm around your shoulders. Your friends shift in the tense atmosphere, staring at you to gauge your reaction.

The blonds eyes never leave your form, somehow ignoring your dark haired companion, “Did ya come here ta see me? I always knew ya liked me the way I liked you.”

There’s a beat of awkward silence, before Marco responds for you, “No, she ain’t here for you.”

The larger man glares down at him, suddenly noticing him, “Who the hell are you, and why do ya have yer arm around my girl?”

“She ain’t yer girl,” Ymir interjects boredly, grabbing the Smirnoff from Jean and taking another swig, “Her an’ Marco are an item, it’s best you understand that.”

Marco shared a grim look, arm moving from your shoulders to your waist, “Yes’m, she and I have liked one another for a long time-“

Reiner laughs a great booming laugh, “Only like each other? Naw, she and I’ve loved each other for years, ain’t that right, (Nickname)?” He stares down at you with a soft look on his flushed face, and before you can make your opinion known, he continues, “Even tried to take ‘er to prom our senior year. I plan on marryin’ her.”

Your entire group gawks at him, along with Annie. Whilst she knew he had very strong feelings towards you, she never realised just how deluded he was to reality.

“No, you’re not. I’m not marrying a bully like you,” You all but snarl, gripping at Marco’s waist like a lifeline, “I’ve wanted you to leave me alone since high school, yet here you are, making a scene at a party. Leave me and my friends alone- I don’t ever wish to see your mug ever again.”

Reiner looks absolutely gobsmacked, not expecting you to say something so final, “Now wait just a moment-“

“No,” Your brunet now-boyfriend interjects, “She don’t wanna talk to ya, please respect that,” He looks around at your group of friends, “Now, we best be goin’, I don’t want us to be in an uncomfortable situation any longer.”

With that, you all leave, ingraining your disdain for the large blond man.

You hope to never come in contact with him again.

Standing at your front door, you gape up at the large blond taking up your door frame, wondering how you got into this situation.

“What in the hell are you doing here? How’d you get into my apartment?!” You grip your house keys in your hands, as the disheveled looking man stands stalk still.

You both stare at each other for a long moment, before the large man snatches you by the arm, and drags you inside. You try to stab at him with your keys, try to scream, but he cups his hand over your mouth, practically silencing you, all whilst seemingly unaffected by your jabbing.

He doesn’t breathe a word, only slamming the door behind you with his boot clad foot, speeding through your front room that is littered with photos of you and Marco. He’d made it a point to get as many photos of you as he possibly could, buying frames from the dollar general when he’d printed them out. He’s currently in his last year of veterinary school, having finished his masters in business the year prior. You, on the other hand, had finished your (degree/certification) in (field) the previous year, and began your job not too far from Marco’s family farm. The two of you soon to be moving into your own home out in the Styx where your job and his farm is located.

Reiner throws you into your and Marco’s shared room, slamming the bedroom door behind him, before locking it. The room is dark, and you can hear an eerie whimpering coming from the other side of the room.

You begin to scream when you’re wrenched up from the ground and pushed onto your bed, only to be silenced once more by a wad of fabric being shoved in your mouth.

“Darlin’, there ain’t no need to be thrashin’ like this- ya know who I am,” You feel his hands grip onto your shoulders, causing you to try to shove him off of you, try to roll around and fall onto the ground. This only causes the large man to grab your wrists, stopping you from removing the gag in your mouth, “Stop that! I ain’t gonna hurt ya, I swear! I just-I just need to show ya somethin’.”

Within a moment, your bedside lamp is turned on, bathing the room in LED light that is too bright for your eyes. Blinking blearily, your eyes take a few moments to adjust. Looking around the room, you make out the outline of your beloved boyfriend. He’s tied to your vanity chair, mouth gagged with a pair of your panties, face swollen and bleeding, his eyes black and blue. You can make out red marks around his neck, which are also starting to bruise. He’s crying, you notice, which starts your own waterworks.

Reiner’s free hand grabs your face, forcing you to look at him instead of your horrified boyfriend, “Now, there ain’t no need to cry. I know that boy took my place fer the past six years, but I’m here to reclaim ya. I made it big in the NFL, so there ain’t no need ta hold onto some middle class farmhand.”

You begin to sob, noises muffled by the cloth in your mouth, as you shake your head in disagreement. The blond clicks his tongue in mild irritation.

“Would you stop that? Yer actin’ as if I beat ya silly,” He throws an indignant glance at your boyfriend, “That freckled freak on the other hand? I let him have it- no boy can put his paws all over my girl.”

Reiner’s huge, calloused hand rubs against the fat of your cheeks, a large smile present on his rugged face.

“Yea, now yer all mine. I love you so much, (Nickname), ya don’t even know,” He releases your face, toying with the gag in your mouth, “Now, if I take this shit off, will ya be a good girl fer me?”

Between your belligerent sobs, you nod, causing him to pull the cloth out of your mouth, “If-if you leave now, I promise we won’t report you to the police,” The blond furrows his brows in confusion, but you continue, “We can pretend like this didn’t happen, okay? I-I will see to Marco’s wounds and we will just-“

His mitt-like hand slams over your mouth, causing your teeth to clack together, “Don’t you say that- you ain’t doin’ nothin’ fer that boy. I’ll tell you what,” He leans in close to your face, “This is a moment of celebration- we can finally show the world our love. I got ya a real pretty ring, a big ‘ol house, and a dog that’ll keep ya well guarded.”

You shake your head no, biting his hand, causing him to let go with a hiss, “I’m not going anywhere with you! You-you broke into my home, beat my boyfriend black and blue, and now you want me to play house with you?! Hell no! I want nothing to do with you!”

Trying to yank your hands from his grip only causes him to tighten his hold, a hurt look on his face, “Ya don’t mean that, yer just overwhelmed.”

“No, I mean it! You’re some sick creep who harassed me in high school, and now you’re trying to ruin my life! I hate you, Reiner Braun. I wish I never met you!” That seems to have pushed him over the edge, as he shoved the cloth back into your mouth, grabbing at your throat like a lifeline, causing you to momentarily choke.

Marco’s muffled screaming can be heard, as he rocks back and forth in his chair, trying to break free, “Stop it! Yer just bein’ mean,” He lets up slightly on your throat before speaking again, “Ya must not believe me when I say I love ya, I reckon I just have to show ya.”

Your boyfriend and you yell in protest, as he releases your throat in favour of pulling at your clothes. More tears stream down your face as you hyperventilate, panic and fear combining into an almost deadly concoction.

The blond tears open your shirt with one hand, exposing your bra clad chest. He smiles a wide grin, taking in your breasts and tummy, “Ya look amazin’, darlin’. I’ve dreamt of this moment fer years.”

With that, he makes quick work of your trousers, practically beyblading them off of your legs. He rubs his free hand over your right thigh, relishes how your skin feels against him. Reiner gives your hip a soft kiss, causing your body to jolt. The large man practically giggled at your reaction.

“Awe, have ya not reached third base yet? Don’t ya worry, pretty thing, I’ll show ya how a man makes love.”

You can’t respond, but you try to kick him off of you. The large man swats at your thigh, chiding you for your ‘transgression.’ The hit was probably light for him, but it felt like he bruised you down to the bone.

“Now you best sit and let me love ya, (Your Name),” He grabs your panties and literally tears them off of you, exposing your cunny to the cool room. His eyes practically have hearts in them, “Wow, ya keep amazin’ me, darlin’.”

The blond fiddles with your bra that’s still on your chest, thinking for a long moment, before he releases your hands and forces the bra off of you in one big swoop. He’s fast, but not fast enough, as you’re able to swing at him with one hand and remove the gag with the other.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Your blow lands, but it barely does a thing. He probably has the world’s thickest neck, which causes your punch to hurt, but not do any damage, “Help! Help me-“

You try to scream for help, but he quickly shuts you up with a pillow to the face. You can’t help but think he’s going to suffocate you, “You better right yourself, an’ do it quick. I won’t tolerate no brattiness, ya hear?” He doesn’t let up on the pillow, but you’re luckily somehow able to breathe correctly, “You best just sit back and enjoy, alright? No need ta be nervous.”

You can hear Marco struggling, his own hoarse screams barely audible. Sobs still wrack your chest, as Reiner, with one hand, forces your legs over his shoulders one at a time.

He is face to face with your pussy, his warm breath fanning over your thighs a cunny. The blond practically drools at the sight, which causes him to lose all sense of self control. He attaches himself to your clit, sucking on it like his life depends on it. You thrash and squirm, trying to get away from the feeling. He’s using too much pressure too quickly, making your head spin and body shake. Your hands try to reach up and push him back, but he simply grabs your wrists with his free hand, not once breaking his concentration.

He’s sucking on you like his life depends on it, moaning into you, as if you’re the one giving head. He swipes his tongue over your opening, slightly disappointed at your mostly dry cunt. So, he forces his tongue inside of you, trying to find your g-spot, whilst he releases the hold on the pillow over your face, in favour of rubbing your clit with a rough thumb.

Somehow, he finds it rather quickly, flicking over it in rapid succession. The pace of him rubbing your clit increases, causing his ministrations to become quite pleasurable. You try not to pay attention to him, not wanting to moan through your tears, but when your thighs begin to shake, both men in the room realise just how close to an orgasm you really are.

Reiner pulls his mouth back, readjusting his fingers so two are thrust right against your g-spot, thumb still rubbing over your clit. His own drool and your juices coat his chin, as he grins down at you, “Go ‘head, sweet thing. Fun fer me, won’t ya?”

You shake your head underneath the pillow, sobs becoming louder as you begin to orgasm around his fingers, unable to ignore the assault on your g-spot and clit. Your juices shoot out, coating even more of his face in your liquids, as Reiner looks down at you in awe.

“Holy shit, darlin’, that was amazin’! Ya gonna coat my cock with squirt too?” Marco’s screaming reaches a peak, as he struggles so harshly, that the entire chair he was sitting on falls over. You try to yank your hands away from him, digging your nails into his rough flesh. The large man lets out a hearty laugh, “Don’t be shy, I ain’t gonna judge ya,” He finally releases your hands, allowing you to rip the pillow off of your slick face. Your eyes are red and weeping, face scrunched up in despair.

“Let us go,” You cry, covering your chest with your hands, “Please! At-at least let Marco go. Your bullying should end with me-“

A stressed look appears on the blond’s face, “Darlin’, I ain’t bullyin’ ya, I love ya more than words can describe. But,” He casts the crumpled man on the floor a disgusted look, “He needs-ta know that ya only belong to me, he was jus’ a bed warmer in my absence.”

“No, no he’s not,” A harsh sob stunts your words for a moment, “I’m gonna marry him! I love Marco, not you! How many times do I have to say it?”

You try to move your legs off of his shoulders, but he grips your calves with a harsh grip. His fingers dig into the meat of your legs, causing you to let out a pained whimper between your sobs, “Fine, I’ll just show ya what ya’ve been missin.”

“No! Let us go!” He releases your non dominant leg, fumbling with his fly, before pulling his large cock out from his trousers. You try to kick him in the face, but once again, it doesn’t work, “Stop fightin’ me,” He hisses out, teeth grit in ire.

You curl into yourself, using your arms to replace your hands as you cover your face, entire body shaking with your sobs. He ignores your and Marco’s cries, looking down at your pussy, and guiding his cock into you without hands. His weeping tip catches in your opening, and you try not to look at what he’s doing to you.

His cock has the same thickness as your wrist, multiple veins running down it, with a tip that’s somehow even bigger than the rest of it. It also doesn’t help that he’s long enough to slap against his own belly button.

Marco continues to struggle on the ground, unable to see what’s about to happen to you. You wish so desperately to hold your boyfriend, for him to tell you that it’s alright. But, he can’t, and you’re currently in the embrace of a crazed man.

With a quick thrust, the large man is fully sheathed inside of you, causing you to let out a high pitched wail. You weren’t wet enough to take him, much less stretched enough.

“Take it out! Take it out! You’re too big-“ Reiner adjusts his hold on you, putting your left leg in the pit of his elbow, and holding your right leg in his hand. He reaches down to your clit, rubbing it once again with his large thumb.

“Naw, yer fine, darlin’. Just-just give it a second,” You’re so tight around him, throbbing and warm, practically milking him.

You continue to cry, struggling against him, but it doesn’t help. He still remains inside of you, stimulating your pretty clit.

Soon enough, you loosen up, allowing him to give an experimental thrust. One of his veins rubs directly against your abused g-spot, causing a strangled moan to escape your throat. He halts his movements, a look of awe on his face. He’s never heard such a beautiful sound in his entire life.

“Do tha’ again,” Your shake your head, still crying. Deciding to take it into his own hands, he begins a leisure pace, dragging against all of your sensitive spots with every move. You try to hold in your moans, but are unable to. They’re small and airy, eyes teary and rolling with every movement.

Reiner’s heart is practically bursting with happiness, you feel so wonderful, and you’re so beautiful. He can’t believe that he’s finally able to show his love to you.

His own tears brim his eyes, as he releases a choked sob, “I love ya so much, (Your name), ya just don’t understand.”

You ignore him, trying to ignore everything happening around you, which causes him to cry even more.

You’re so close to orgasm, throbbing and wet and tight. Reiner feels this, practically cumming at the feeling of your oncoming orgasm.

“I love ya, please, please say it back,” You shake your head, back arching as he hit your sweet spot one too many times, causing you to cum for a second time. You gush around him pathetically, as he bucks into you like an animal in heat, chasing his orgasm through your own.

He cums deep inside of you, spilling so much that your tummy feels bloated. His and your cum leaks out of your battered cunny, and when he pulls out, it’s like a torrential downpour.

Reiner’s face is bright red when he takes in the sight of you, tears still rolling down his face as he realises that you didn’t say ‘I love you’ back.

“I bet that boy ain’t make ya cum like that, darlin’. Can’t ya see that I’m the perfect one fer ya?”

You say nothing, forcing your legs out of his hold, and rolling into a ball on your side, sobbing even louder than before, “I hate you! You-you’re a monster, how could ya do this to me?”

He hears Marco sobbing like he heard the news of his mother dying, filling him with rage. If that son-of-a-bitch hadn’t taken his spot, you wouldn’t be throwing a tantrum.

Climbing off of the bed and tucking his cock into his trousers, he yanks the chair back upright, disorienting the dark haired man.

“I shoulda killed ya the first time I met ya- yer ruinin’ my relationship, ya piece of trash.”

Reiner begins to punch at Marco, battering him even more than before. You yell, trying to get his attention away from your boyfriend, but it’s in vain. He isn’t listening anymore.

So, you all but tackle the blond man, arms wrapped around his throat, using all of your body weight to pull him back.

“What’re you doin?! Are ya tryin’ ta get hurt?” He stops his assault on Marco, trying to get you off.

“Leave him alone! Don’t hurt him, please! I’ll do anything you want, just leave him alone!” You’re crying so hard you feel nauseous, head light headed and all.

He relinquishes your hold, spinning you around to his front. His sheer amount of strength is terrifying, especially when he’s looking at you like you’re the sun in his sky, “Then stop this foolishness. Ya know yer actin’ crazy, talkin’ about ya hating me and crap.”

You look at the love of your life, seeing him barely hanging on by a thread, and you make a choice.

“O-ok, I’m sorry. I’ll behave. Please, just let him go.”

#yandere aot x reader #yandere attack on titan #yandere reiner #reiner thirst #reiner x reader #reiner brainrot #dark aot #aot x reader #yandere aot

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The Handsome Stranger (1/3)

Ship: David x Buck Snowe

Word Count: 783

Summary: How David and Buck "met," though it's not necessarily the first time. David suggests Buck should go out on the town with him, and Buck, despite knowing nothing about him- not even his name -obliges. Is it David's natural charm, or is it vampiric in nature? Who's to say. CWs for stalking mentions/implications.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

“There’s that guy again,” Buck mentioned to his coworker as they left the food court. She followed his gaze to a pale man clad in all-black, from his boots to his sunglasses. The neon lights made a kaleidoscope of his frosty-blonde mullet as he leaned casually against a column, looking away from them.

“Who, the one dressed in a leather jacket in the middle of the Santa Carla summer?” Gina asked. He nodded.

“He’s come into the shop a couple of times… never buys anything, though.”

“Maybe he’s stalking you. Only a crazy person would wear that many layers in 90° weather.”

Buck laughed and gently smacked her arm. “Not so loud, he might hear you!” He shook his head as they returned to the second-hand clothing store where they worked. “I don’t think he’s crazy. Maybe he’s just lonely.”

“So, what does he do when he’s in here if he’s not buying anything?”

Buck went to stand at the cash register and Gina began sorting through items that needed to be hung up. “We’ve talked a little, and sometimes he just looks around…”

“He’s probably planning to shoplift.”

“Oh please, who shoplifts from a thrift store? He’s been nothing but polite to me.”

Gina looked up with a grin. “Maybe he’s got a crush on you.”

Buck blushed and scoffed. “No…”

“Wait, think about it! He’s only coming in to talk to you. I’ve never seen him around, he’s probably working up the courage to ask you out, get to know you better. Obviously he doesn’t want to interrupt you at work but he doesn’t know where else you hang out!” She trailed off into a giggle behind her hand.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, if he doesn’t have a crush on you, then you must be the one with the crush, based on that hot pink glow in your cheeks.”

Buck placed his hands on his cheeks, feeling the heat in them. “So he’s a good-looking guy! Doesn’t mean I want anything more than to admire him from a safe distance.”

Gina laughed again and wandered into the dressing rooms, leaving Buck alone. He sighed and rested his elbows on the counter, hanging his head and lacing his fingers over the back of his neck. The speakers overhead played a familiar tune.

You keep saying you’ve got something for me… Something you call love, but confess…

You’ve been a-messin’ where you shouldn’t have been a-messin’… Now someone new is gettin’ all your best…

“These boots are made for walkin’, that’s just what they’ll do…” Buck muttered, lifting his head and brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.” A familiar, low voice responded. Buck straightened up, taking in the mysterious man as he approached. He didn’t want to admit his charming smile made him weak in the knees.

“Hi,” Buck greeted shyly.

“Hi. Are you doing anything after work?”

Buck’s jaw hung open slightly before he quickly closed it, raising a brow. “Oh-uh- nothing, I-I don’t have any plans currently.” He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “Why do you want to know, stranger?”

The man lowered his sunglasses, revealing sparkling blue eyes. “I’d like to take you out tonight, of course.”

Buck leaned back, a surprised expression still plastered on his warm face as he looked the man up and down. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Well, if you’d care to accept my offer, you’ll learn it eventually. When do you get off your shift?”

“... You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”

He pushed his glasses back up, sucking his teeth. “I suppose I can’t say I didn’t try… I really thought we had something going here, chickadee.” He turned and started walking back toward the store’s entrance. Buck softly scoffed. This mother…

“I get off at four.”

The man paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. “Well alright. I’ll be waiting for you out back.” He whistled as he walked away. Buck shoved his fingers under his glasses, pressing them into his eyes.

“Oh my God…” He then jumped when Gina popped back into the room.

“I knew it! Look at you, acting like a silly little schoolboy around him!” She teased.

“Jesus, Gina,” he lightly chastised. “Don’t eavesdrop on my conversations.”

“I wasn’t trying to, these walls aren’t exactly made of metal, you know.” She then gasped. “We can’t have you going on a date in your uniform, c’mon, let’s find you something class to wear…!” She grabbed his hand and began leading him out of the store.

“Gina, we can’t leave, we just finished our lunch break! And it’s not a date!”

“It so obviously is!!”

#circus scripts #self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #gay self ship #trans self ship #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #🧥Rebel Yell🥡#🛼🔊.s/i

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Sister's Keeper pt 5

***Oh it feels so good to be back with this series! I have so much planned for this fic, I apologize that it takes so long between updates, but thank you guys for sticking around for the ride. Love you! -B***

Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.

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"There's no fu-" Mammon cut himself off as he eyed Harper sitting in your lap. "Fudgin' way you're beatin' Levi at somethin' like this! He's like the geek to end all geeks. You're dead!"

Satan pursed his lips as he brought over a box of bandages and ointment for your bruised wrists. "For once, Mammon's right," said demon loudly protested in the background. "Levi is actually quite intelligent when he wants to be, and he has invested every single one of his brain cells to that series. It's absurd to think you can beat him," he reached out to take your wrist, only to pause as you flinched back. He narrowed his eyes at the movement.

"That's mean!" Harper shouted, disrupting Satan's train of thought. She quickly pushed his hands away from you and yanked the box out of his grasp. "My sibling can do anything! They're the smartest, best person in the whole world!"

You snorted and ruffled her hair. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, sunshine."

Harper smiled brightly at you as she handed you the medical supplies. You sighed as she began to help you rifle through it. "Look, it's not like I'm going to go into this blind. I'm not stupid. I'm going to binge watch all the movies tonight, and take notes while I do."

Mammon shook his head as he finally stopped pacing and leaned against the wall. "That won't be enough! You don't realize who you're messin' with MC."

You huffed and grabbed a tube of bruise cream from the box of supplies. "If he's as lovely as he was when I met him, then I think I have a pretty good idea of what I'm facing."

Harper frowned as she quietly handed you a role of bandages. She didn't say anything.

She always hated when you got hurt.

Mammon mumbled something under his breath about stubborn humans as he turned and began pacing again along the side of the room.

Satan watched you carefully. His clever, ever-observant eyes combing through every twitch and wince of your body — reading you as easily as one of his books.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Unfortunately, the only affect your glare seemed to have on him was the faintest ripple of amusement. "Why?" He questioned bluntly. "Why do you want to do this so badly?"

You tilted your head as you cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why do you care?"

There was a thud as Mammon slammed his head against the wall. "Dammit human! Just answer the question!"

Your jaw clenched as you felt your heart pathetically pound at the sudden shout. "Mammon. Calm down," you hissed. Adrenaline coursed through your veins even as the demon's shoulders slumped and his expression smoothed.

Phantom pains shot through your wrist.

And Satan — stupid, mystery-obsessed, god-damn Satan — took in all of it.

You wanted to scream as understanding began to bleed through his expression.

You had only known Satan for 5 weeks, and yes he was the most tolerable of the literal demons that you were forced to live with everyday, but if there was one thing you hated the most about the man it was that damn look on his face when he figured you out.

"Your scared of him. Of us." he stated confidently. "Assumably, you're getting something out this to make that not the case. What?"

It wasn't fair.

With a frustrated huff, you rose to your feet and began to gather a night bag for you and Harper. "I'm going to Purgatory Hall."

Satan's face instantly became serious as he stepped closer to you. "What? I thought you just said you were going to binge watch TSL?"

You nodded as you threw pajamas for Harper into the bag. "I am. Just not here, and not with you." You walked around Satan and grabbed your D.D.D. charger. "Who better to make me an expert in a franchise than the creator himself?"

Satan clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It doesn't matter who you watch it with. It's impossible for you to learn all of it in one night."

"Not to mention," Mammon piped gently, his mind still foggy from your order. "There ain't no way Luci's just going to let ya have a sleepover. We got RAD tomorrow."

Harper's head perked up at the "S" word as she turned to you with big wide eyes. "We're going to have a sleepover?!"

"No-"

"Yes!" You answered at the same time as Satan, smiling brightly at your sister as you strapped on your backpack. "We're going to spend the night at Luke's house!"

Harper's eyes lit up at the mention of her newest friend. She giggled before taking off towards your bathroom. "I'll go grab my toothbrush!"

The moment Harper was out of the room, Satan stepped toward you, peering as closely into your eyes as he dared — as though his gaze alone could pull the very truth from your soul. "MC, it's already late. You're being foolish. If this is because Levi hurt you, let me assure you-"

"Don't." You hissed, stepping back and away from him. "Stop pretending like you know me or that we're anything close to friends. I'm going to Purgatory Hall because I will win that fucking contest tomorrow if only to make that rage-gamer brother of yours backoff without any of your help."

Mammon rolled his eyes as he tried to block the doorway. "You're being stubborn."

Satan nodded in agreement, for once, with his older brother, a firm frown fixed on his face. "Quite."

You couldn't help but laugh at the comments. "You're not the first to call me that and you'll hardly be the last," you forced your expression to shift from one of annoyance to tender fondness as Harper came back out. "We'll see you both in the morning."

The two demons slumped in exhaustion as the door closed shut behind you.

Mammon groaned and ran his hands over his face. "I thought we were making progress."

Satan rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the door. "We were. Levi just happened to undo it all in one interaction."

Mammon frowned as he watched his younger brother leave the room. "Oi! Where are you going?"

"To do research."

***

The other exchange students in the Devildom were ... interesting.

You had met them during your second day of classes at RAD, and while you were hesitant as always around them, you had to admit it they offered a pleasant relief from the constant stress and subtle fear that you felt around the demons.

Simeon and you had got along swimmingly. Both of you were guardians of your younger wards and it was nice to finally have someone who understood the worries and doubts that came with that. The angel was a good source of advice and was a surprisingly great conversationalist. He had a way with words that made every tale sound like a poet's novella. It was nice. The fact that he was an angel and seemingly incapable of doing harm to you only helped earn your trust towards him.

Solomon on the other hand, was a little different. He was human, like you, and on top of that he spent his time willingly in cohoots with demons and the dark arts. It left you more than a little weary of him. But there was something about his small smile that made you give him a chance.

You knew you weren't going to survive the year down here alone, and that you needed allies who'd have your back.

He proved his worth by slipping you viles of different protection potions and tutoring you in magic spells and incantations that would've otherwised breezed over your head. While you were still hesitant around him, you couldn't being yourself to regret forming this fragile relationship with him.

And then there was Luke ...

"LUKE!"

"HARPER!"

You couldn't help but chuckle as the two kids rushed towards each other and wrapped eachother in their arms, immediately babbling on to one another about their days.

The pair had gotten along like two peas in a pod ever since they met. There was a flicker of guilt in your heart that always appeared whenever you saw them together. You couldn't help but wonder if Harper was lonely in the human world, as your life hadn't exactly made it easy for her to have friends around her age.

Simeon tilted his head as he approached you. "What a pleasant surprise. I can't say we were expecting guests at this hour."

You huffed as you adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder. "Neither were we. You wouldn't mind having to campers with you for the night, would you?"

Solomon's eyes flickered to the bandages on your wrist as he smiled at you. "We wouldn't mind at all. Right, Simeon?"

Simeon's own smile faltered slightly as he noticed the covered injury, and he quickly glanced over to Harper. His shoulders slumped as he found no traces of harm. "Not at all. Why don't you come in and get settled in the guest room? I'll make tea."

You nodded as you herded the two kids further into the Hall. "Any chance I can convince you to serve that tea while we watch Tales of the Seven Lords?"

Both Solomon and Simeon halted at the question — Simeon more so in confusion, while Solomon looked nothing short of amused.

"Oh? Why the sudden interest in Simeon's work?" Solomon piped in.

Harper answered the question for you before you got the chance. "MC's gonna kick Leviathan's butt tomorrow in a trivia contest and get revenge for him hurting them!"

You couldn't help but sigh as Luke gasped and rushed over to you. "Those fiends hurt you?! Where?! Are you okay?"

You tried to give Luke a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. I just-"

"He bruised their wrist!"

You sent Harper a sharp look as Luke grabbed your hand and instantly began inspecting the bandages. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he took them off and saw the darkened skin that laid beneath it.

A determined gleam lit within his blue eyes as as he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist before a tingling warmth spread over your skin.

You frowned in confusion as a small glow came from the crease between your hands. "It's a good thing you came here," Luke stated as he pulled his hand away and revealed your now clear skin. "We wouldn't have been able to help you otherwise."

"WOAH" Harper gawked as she rushed over and yanked your hand closer to her to inspect. "That was crazy! Luke, you're a wizard!"

Solomon snorted and shook his head. "Not quite, little tyke. I'm a wizard. Luke, on the other hand, was just using his celestial abilities as an angel."

Harper's eyes grew wider as she slowly turned to Luke. "Are you MC's guardian angel?"

Simeon stiffened at the question, but before he could protest, Luke seemed to have found his own, vastly different, answer. "Yes! That must be why Micheal sent me down here! Why else than to make sure that MC is safe while surrounded by horror and corruption?"

Simeon seemed to wince at the words. "Luke, no. Micheal sent you here because you need to adapt with-"

"Don't worry MC," Luke began, not listening to Solomon in the slightest. He grasped your hand in one of his own as he placed the other over his heart. "I vow on my duties as your Guardian Angel to always keep you safe and protected so long as I am able."

Silence filled the room as a bright glow surrounded the two of you.

Simeon sighed as Solomon cackled in delight.

You tried to remain calm even as all your instincts screamed at you to go on the defensive. Luke's smile only grew brighter as he pulled his hands away — it didn't help the unease in your gut. "Luke, what ... What did you just do?"

"Right," Simeon said with his voice thick with exhaustion. "Luke? Go show Harper your room and some of the things you brought from the Celestial Realm. We'll discuss this together later. For now, I need some time with MC and Solomon, okay?"

Luke's smile faltered as he glanced between his guardian and you. "Did ... Did I do something wrong?" You couldn't help but ask yourself the same question.

Simeon pursed his lips for a moment. "Not necessarily wrong, just ... You were just a little too eager this time. We'll talk later."

Luke shifted from foot to foot, not moving from his spot until Harper came up beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She smiled softly at him with the type of compassion and sensitivity one would expect to see in elementary school teachers and nurses but never in a seven-year-old.

"It's alright Luke. They just need some grown-up time. That stuff's boring anyway — believe me. Let's go play in your room." The younger angel looked back at Simeon one last time before silently nodding and leading Harper down a hall.

The moment they were out of your sight you immediately turned to Simeon. "What was that?"

"Calm down," Solomon soothed. His ever-present smirk still fixed on his face as his eyes glittered. "It's nothing bad. In fact, from what I hear from Asmodeus about your interest in demon pacts, it might even be a good thing."

A frown dug into your lips. "What does that mean? How does Asmodeus know anything about my interests? I've barely talked with him."

The wizard hummed in agreeance. "Yes. He's quite upset about that you know? He feels it's completely unfair that he wasn't the first object of your attention or even the second. But it just so happens that he has a rather close relationship with your dear Satan. Your second demon pact from what I hear."

Your nose wrinkled at the term of endearment as you plopped down onto the living room couch and threw your bag beside you. "It was a necessary allyship for a means of survival. Nothing more."

Simeon rose an eyebrow at your words. "So you are making pacts with the brothers' then? I had thought it might've been a rumor."

You couldn't help but scoff. There were plenty of rumors about you circulating around RAD, and the pacts were far from the most outlandish of them all. "Afraid not."

The two exchanged a knowing glance as though you couldn't very obviously see them.

"In that case, I think you'll be pleased to know that what Luke just did to you is called a vow of protection." Solomon explained casually as you felt tensed.

"A what?"

Simeon sat beside you and allowed your knees to brush against one another. "A vow of protection. It's meant to be reserved for guardian angels and their wards. Nearly every angel is assigned a mortal, or several in some cases, to watch over, guide, and protect by Michael once they are old enough and have received the proper training. Luke should one day receive this honor as well. However, he wrongly assumed that Michael had assigned him to you, and enacted a vow of protection towards you, sealing himself as your guardian angel."

You couldn't help but blanch at the idea of a child being in charge of protecting you. "What does that mean exactly?"

Simeon's lips pursed for a moment. "It's like the vow says. So long as he is present and able, he will do everything in his power to protect you."

Your stomach sunk at the words. "I don't like that."

The angel flashed you a brief smile as he drew his hands towards himself. "I don't either. But what's done is done. Just take extra caution when he is around, please."

You couldn't help but wince at the statement as you remember your reason for coming. "Right. Well, in that case, you should keep him far away from the Hall of Lamentation tomorrow."

The amusement on Solomon's face only grew at your statement. "Why? Off to claim another one of the brother's pacts and don't wish for him to get caught in your chaotic aftermath?"

"Yes," the smile finally fell off his face as your eyes shifted to Simeon. "And I need you to teach me all there is to know about The Tale of the Seven Lords in order to do it."

*** The other exchange students are just so fun to write. Thank you everyone for the love and support! I so so hope you enjoyed this. And thank you all again for your patience with this series and me. Love you all ❤️🥰***

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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Today I'm thinking about Billy and Steve being together in high school or maybe even a college au of sorts. Billy coming over to Steve's house one day and there's papers and textbooks literally everywhere. And Steve, well Steve is laying in the middle of the living room just staring at the ceiling and it's so unlike his boyfriend that Billy is terrified of the scene.

He starts to pick fun because that's what he does, but then Steve isn't really laughing. Steve actually looks pissed at the situation, saying he wanted to have all his studying cleaned up before Billy got over so he wouldn't have to see it. And Billy realizing that he's never actually seen Steve work on any homework or studying, and Billy kind of just...never thought about it before.

Steve admitting that he has a hard time focusing on it, that every time he has to sit still to focus on it he feels like he's gonna jump out of his skin. He admits he's sat there and just cried before because he wants to study, he wants to get good grades, he just can't fucking do it.

So Billy drops his bag, because it's not too uncommon for him to do homework at Steve's house. And fuck, how didn't he notice this before? Because while Billy studies, Steve is usually making dinner or curled up next to him talking about something but never actually doing the work Billy knows he has because they're in the same fucking classes.

And Billy is pulling out a tape of Metallica or something equally loud, not hesitating to blast it as loud as he dares without incurring the wrath of Steve's neighbors. He's grabbing a small handful of rubber bands from the bottom of his bag and slapping them into Steve's hand, ignoring the very confused expression on his boyfriend's face.

"Well? What d'you have to do today?" Billy is asking, and Steve is still trying to make sense of the situation but he admits he's behind on the Grapes of Wrath reading but that said book has long since been abandoned at the back of his locker. "Use my copy, I've read it before," Billy tells him, pulling out a well-worn and loved book with plenty of Billy's writing held within its pages.

"I, I don't," Steve is trying to say, trying to understand.

"A friend from California was the same way," Billy explained like this wasn't one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for Steve. Because people just assume he's lazy, assume he can't do it, assume he's not smart enough. But here Billy is, not once ever making him feel stupid just...giving him options even if they don't make sense right now. "Said he needed music to keep his brain quiet enough or some shit. I always kept rubber bands on me when he needed his hands to be messin' with something. Sometimes he'd walk around while he read too, said it helped to keep his feet focused on something else."

Billy goes back to his math homework like it's not a big deal, but when Steve slowly starts pacing while reading he can't help but smile. Steve got more studying done that night than he'd ever done in his entire life, so slowly Billy starts collecting more trinkets to carry around in case Steve needs his hands on something.

And it's not perfect. There are still days where Steve still just can't, but his grades improve because someone thought to actually care about what he was saying.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #adhd!steve #am i pushing all of my problems onto steve right now? hell yeah i am #harringrove ficlet

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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years

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Heyoo, hope you're doing well!

This is a dexter morgan x fem!reader request!

Consider this, established relationship, hot smut.

That's it.

(I am starved for dexter morgan fics)

So I definitely think Dexter would 100% be into bloodplay, and hope you don't mind that I went in that direction! With his obsession with it and keeping blood trophies from his victims, it just makes sense to me.

Summary: Reader does not know her boyfriend is a serial killer, but she does discover that he has a thing for blood, and suggests they bring it into the bedroom...

Warnings: Blood/bloodplay, slight ignoring of safe words, dark content, sexual content. Dexter is a serial killer and has been known to be unfeeling for the most part, and unable to control himself at times. Read at your own discretion.

“Fuck!”

You winced and dropped the paring knife, which clattered into the sink. Vinaceous blood rose to the surface, pooling in the palm of your hand. You set aside the potato on the cutting board, cursing yourself for such a clumsy slip.

“Y/N?” Dexter called from the living room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, no worries, it’s just a small cut. I think,” you hollered back, turning the faucet to the cold setting.

Just as you eased the handle up to start the water, Dexter materialized at your side, catching your hand in his.

“Oh! Hi, babe. You scared me,” you laughed as he drew your hand closer to himself, scrutinizing the wound.

As your eyes lifted to his, a shiver spiraled down your spine. An eerie shadow had crept over his eyes, an almost hungry glint present there as he lightly squeezed your hand, watching the fresh beads of blood dribble out. You cringed.

“Dexter?”

The blood spatter analyst drew your hand up to his mouth. His tongue flicked out to lap against the slice, slowly collecting the blood as it darted across the open wound. His warm saliva stung your skin.

“Dexter! What the fuck—?”

Dexter withdrew and met your gaze, startled, as though he were just now really looking at you. That corybantic shade lifted from his eyes.

“Shit! Sorry, Y/N, let me—” He hastily turned on the faucet, thrusting your hand beneath the cool stream. His broad shoulders shook with a nervous laugh. “I was just messin’ with you. You should’ve seen your face, it was adorable.”

You weren’t buying it. Grinning knowingly, you shut off the faucet, your hands running up and over his chest to link around his neck. “Well damn, Dex. I knew you were into blood in the streets, but I didn’t realize you liked it in the sheets.”

The poorly-hidden panic in Dexter’s face quelled. “Sorry?”

“There’s no shame in a blood kink, babe,” you reassured him with a wink. “You should’ve just told me! We need to be honest with each other if you want this relationship to work.”

“Oh…” Dexter’s lip quirked, relief tinging his expression. It was so cute, how he seemed to think he could hide things from you. To everyone else, Dexter was an unknown—a strange, unreadable man with blank pages inside. But you’d known him long enough to pick up on his emotions. There was nothing he could hide from you.

“Sooo…” You released him, fishing a clean paring knife out of the wooden knives block. “What say you? Wanna put dinner off a bit? Maybe…” you stroked the blunt end of the knife along Dexter’s collarbone and he stiffened, “we can explore this a little more?”

Dexter’s breaths quickened. “You’d…want to do that?”

“I can’t say yet whether I’m into it or not, but…” You kissed the tip of his nose. “For you? Anything.”

Dexter’s lips crashed into yours so hard, you nearly fell backward. He slid the knife from your hand and tucked it in his back pocket, beginning to lead you carefully toward the bedroom, all the while moving his mouth feverishly with yours.

You’d never seen him so excited before. Sure, he seemed to enjoy your sex life plenty, but you had yet to see this…animalistic side of your lover. You liked it.

Dexter kissed you all the way to the bed, only momentarily parting from you to root around in his closet for something. A shuffle of clothing and boxes later, he withdrew with a large plastic sheet in his arms.

“Well isn’t that convenient?” you teased as he spread the tarp out across the bed. “You’ve been wanting to do this for a while, haven’t you?”

Dexter chuckled, lifting you effortlessly onto the mattress as if you were made of nothing more than styrofoam. “Why else would I have giant sheets of plastic in my closet?”

Crawling atop you, he made quick work of his own shirt and belt, unzipping his pants but not yet removing them.

“You got a safe word in mind?” he asked as he retrieved the knife from his jeans.

You stared at the ceiling fan thoughtfully. “Fava beans.”

Dexter wrinkled his nose at that. “Is that a Silence of the Lambs reference?”

“Yup.”

“Isn’t that a little…morbid for this?”

You giggled, pulling him to you for another kiss. “Not when you’ve got a morbid boyfriend.”

Dexter smirked. “Fava beans it is. Quick question: How attached to that dress are you?”

“Huh?” You looked down at your handsome green sundress, which you had picked up years ago at a second-hand shop. You liked it, but it wasn’t anything special to you. “Not…not a whole lot. Why?”

With a feral grin, Dexter nudged the sharp side of the blade between your breasts, cutting a slow split down the fabric from cleavage to navel. His large hands slipped beneath the dress, ripping the last parts of the seam open to the bottom, fully exposing your undergarments.

“Ahh, okay, I can dig it,” you purred, wiggling as he began to peel your panties off.

He had the decency to at least remove your bra and panties by hand, tossing them haphazardly over his shoulder before bringing the knife back into play. He very carefully and meticulously drew the blade along your exposed throat, tickling the skin teasingly. Dragging it down your neck, he chose a spot at your collarbone, easing the knife into your flesh just enough to let a thin line of crimson follow in its tracks.

You shivered, wincing. The knife froze in place.

“Fava beans?”

You shook your head. “Trust me, Dex. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He ran an index finger gently along the new break in your skin, smearing the blood like red fingerpaint in little circles. You had a grotesque fascination with the look on his face as he did so, his wild eyes burning like hot coals as he leaned in to dab his tongue along the streaks.

You groaned against him and his hips bucked lightly into yours, that telltale hardness scraping at your core. The knife made its way down to your belly, nipping deeper into the skin than before as he allowed more blood to bubble up to the surface. He sighed contentedly at it.

Dexter’s fingers tucked into his jeans, yanking them down the rest of the way. He kicked them off, his boxers following suit before he re-planted himself over you, pumping his length while he sucked and licked across your bloodied stomach, groaning lustfully at the taste.

He flipped you onto your back, pulling your hips up to his as he ground against your ass, the firm head of his cock nudging at your entrance. You whined, wiggling encouragingly as he circled his hard erection around your weeping slit.

“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into the bedsheets.

His cock breached your welcoming walls, fully plunging into you in one hard, quick thrust. You both moaned in unison at the intrusion, and his teeth raked across your shoulder.

Dexter began a slow rhythm, thrusting fully in and out each time in long strokes. All the while he continued to indulge himself with the knife, leaving thin little trails of blood artfully along your back and between your shoulder blades. How he managed to steadily cut you with such precision while simultaneously fucking you from behind, you’d never know.

Between cuts, he occasionally squeezed handfuls of your flesh between his fingers, forcing more blood to rise up and trickle down from the cuts. He licked all over the punctures as he continued to strike his hips against yours, teeth even nipping at the edges of the open wounds.

Heavy panting escalated alongside harder thrusts, and he groaned throatily as he dug the knife into a spot near your upper back, piercing deeper than before.

“Dex…” Your eyes fluttered open, the pain beginning to overwhelm the pleasure. “That’s a bit much, babe.”

But Dexter continued to thrust with reckless abandon, grunting and panting as he forced the knife deeper in time with his thrusting, his eyes rolling back. You couldn’t see his face, but you almost felt the shift in the air, the change in his movements as he pummeled you.

“Ah! Fava beans,” you whimpered, unable to handle it anymore.

Dexter said nothing verbal, still moaning deeply as he rammed into you, the knife now feeling like it was tearing through cartilage. It was almost like he had tapped into some other place inside of himself, and couldn’t even hear your cries.

“Fuck! Dexter! Fava beans, fava beans!”

As if breaking out of a hypnotic state, Dexter suddenly ripped the knife from your shoulder. Blood and cum gushed forth from flesh and cock as Dexter came hard, yelling out your name as he held himself still, hips rocking throughout his powerful orgasm.

The knife clattered to the ground and you fell forward as he released you, gasping for breath. Having snapped out of his reverie, Dexter pulled his soft cock from between your nether lips and scrambled off the bed, rushing to your side.

“Y/N! Shit, I didn’t mean to—” He frantically grabbed his shirt off the floor, pressing it to the gaping wound on your back. “Shit. Are you all right? Don’t worry, I can stop the bleeding, it’s not deep enough for stitches or anything. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize…”

“Clearly we need a new safeword,” you grumbled, sitting up on your hands and knees as he held the t-shirt firmly in place. “I mean, fuck, Dex, it’s almost like you’ve stabbed someone before.”

You never noticed the guilt-ridden look on his face.

#asks #requests #anonymous #slowly getting to all of these #I know I'm taking forever #dexter #dexter x reader #dexter morgan #dexter morgan x reader #dexter morgan x female reader #tw blood #tw bloodplay #tw dark #tw dubious consent #at least regarding the blood and inadvertently ignoring the safe word

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