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Obsidian Stain and Sin

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Ari Levinson x Female!Reader, soft!dark Curtis Everett x Female!Reader, Ari x Reader x Curtis Word Count: 8.1k Summary: You've thought of getting your first tattoo for a long time. When you walk into Obsidian Stain Studio, you experience services beyond what you bargained for.

Content/Warnings: tattooing/needles, DUBIOUS CONSENT, explicit smut, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, kissing, anal play/rimming (female receiving), eating it from behind, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, size kink, manhandling, fade to black/abrupt ending

Author Notes: I've had this idea all summer. I've been eager to write it, but literally the muse only kept teasing me with it until literally about six hours ago when she said, WE'RE DOING THIS, AND WE'RE DOING THIS NOW, so it's almost late/maybe it's still you're birthday week for a hot minute in some time zone, but I'm slipping this to you @stargazingfangirl18 for your Birthday Bonenanza! Literally, when I tell you that when you originally tagged me in the announcement, and I read over the myriad of prompts, I thought, "Oh, wow, this is so tattoo Curtis and Ari coded, it HAS TO happen for Siri's birthday..." that's really how my brain thought it was finally going to get the jump on working on this. But then no. Then that other Steve story happened, and I was stoked about that. Then the new chapter for Nomad Steve, and I thought, ah well, still fun stuff, maybe someday this, and then AT THE LAST MOMENT, Muse pulled a plot twist. So here's some ruinous hoe shit. Multiple dialogue prompts from the challenge are used here, and you'll find them in bold.

A/N 2: Shout out to @vonalyn for a few convos hashing out some of this concept!

You are surprised by the tinkling of a classic bell hanging over the door that rings pleasantly as you enter the tattoo parlor.

A man behind the reception desk immediately looks up to greet you. He doesn’t shoot you a phony, business-y smile, but his demeanor is still warm and approachable. “Welcome,” he greets you. “Walk-in or appointment?” he asks.

“Um, walk-in,” you manage. In a black t-shirt with shoulders that are nearly bursting through the fabric, lush hair and beard, and striking blue eyes, he’s more than an impressive specimen. “If you’ve got an opening?” you quickly add.

“Sure, we can take you,” he says. His gaze flicks to a scheduling book in front of him on the counter. “A couple of the boys are on break or about to finish up with other clients. Your first time here, yes?”

You nod. “First tattoo ever.”

“Oh,” he says, and his eyes brighten. “Even better. Let’s get you booked in.”

He takes your name, email, and phone number to set up a profile for you in their system. There are some electronic consent forms that he takes you through and has you agree to and sign on an iPad, and then he takes asks a few questions about what you’re interested in.

“Based off what you have in mind, Curtis might be the best artist, but he won’t be finished for maybe an hour.”

“Ah,” you look at your watch. It was a bit of an impromptu idea for you to drop in to get the tattoo this afternoon, and you had time, but you had probably been foolish thinking a walk-in was any sort of good idea.

“But,” he interjects, “I’ve got two other guys who are excellent, and either one of them should be ready to take you pretty soon. Take a seat just over there, and I’ll go check in with them and get a call on time for you. I’ll also grab you a drink. Pick your poison - we’ve got water or Coke products.”

You give him your preference, and he nods and smiles.

“Right then, sit tight, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He disappears around the corner, and you do as you’ve been told and take a seat on one of the black leather couches in the lobby.

Now you have time to really take in your surroundings. The walls are black with white moldings at the floor and ceiling, and the hardwood floors are a warm walnut. Everything is dark but clean. Classic but clearly in line with current trends. On the wall behind the desk, there’s a gorgeous, white-lettered feature with shop name - Obsidian Stain Studio - that’s sleek and impressive. On the wall next to you, there are ten framed pieces of art on the wall in a mix of sizes, some of them hand-drawn artwork, and the rest photos of finished tattoos on skin.

You’re nervous but determined not to be, so you cross your legs and try to keep your anxious energy limited to just running your fingers back and forth over the edge of your phone. Looking at the different designs on the wall does serve to capture your attention, though, and quell your nerves slightly.

The man working reception returns and hands you the drink. “We should have you back there in a chair in ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Great,” you respond, and the nerves kick up a notch, but it’s with a surge of excitement.

This is happening.

You take a sip of your drink, grateful for something to occupy your hands. The cool liquid helps soothe your nerves a bit. As you wait, you observe a few other clients entering and leaving the shop checking in or paying as they leave. Some sport fresh bandages, while others are clearly here for consultations, clutching sketches or reference photos.

The buzzing of tattoo machines creates a constant backdrop of sound, occasionally punctuated by muffled laughter or conversation from the back rooms. The atmosphere is more relaxed than you expected, nineties music underscoring it all.

As you wait, a couple emerges from behind the partition separating the lobby from the work area. They're both grinning, the woman cradling her forearm gently. Her companion is animatedly discussing something with her, gesturing excitedly. You catch a glimpse of fresh ink on her skin as they pass – a vibrant butterfly with intricate, colorful wings.

The sight makes your heart race a little faster. Soon, that'll be you walking out with fresh art on your body. The thought is both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

But you won’t be walking out with a friend or partner.

Your gaze wanders back to the artwork on the walls. One piece in particular catches your eye – an intricate mandala design with flowing lines and delicate detail. You find yourself drawn to its symmetry and complexity.

"Which one’s got your attention?" a voice asks, startling you from your reverie. You look up to see someone you can only describe as a lion of a man standing before you. All of his attention is focused on you like you’re his next prey. He towers over you with a mane of golden brown hair that’s grown out to tuck nicely behind his ears and curls out at his neck. He’s got a broad chest and shoulders covered in a denim shirt with a few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. You can see peeks of ink mingled with some chest hair as well as intricate designs over his forearms. His dark blue eyes are zeroed in on you in a way that both unsettles and steadies you at the same time.

You point at the mandala, and the man smiles. “That’s one of Steve’s. He says you’re here for your first tattoo.”

“He… wait, is that Steve?” You nod and glance over at the man at the front desk who’s now consulting with an older man and showing him a few designs.

“Yep, he owns the place and loves to work the front almost as much as the back with the rest of us. I’m Ari, by the way.” He puts his hand out, inviting you to shake hands.

You push up from the couch, stand, and offer your hand for the shake. It’s engulfed easily by his big, warm, calloused hand.

“I’m the one who’s going to make your first time special.”

Your heart stutters and your face flushes. He didn’t just… your mind races. Did he?

He chuckles and drops your hand quickly. “Follow me,” he says and turns and begins striding into the back.

You fall into step behind Ari, your eyes inevitably drawn to his broad shoulders and the confident swagger in his step. The back area is an open space divided into several stations with partial walls, each with its own tattoo chair and equipment, creating semi-private booths. Ari leads you to one in the back corner.

"Have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair.

You perch on the edge, your nerves returning full force. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and ink.

He pulls up a rolling stool and sits, leaning in close. "So, tell me about this tattoo you want."

You explain your idea - a simple constellation of stars for your zodiac sign - watching as his blue eyes light up with interest. He nods along, occasionally asking questions or offering suggestions. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself relaxing despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Alright, I think I know what you're after," Ari says, reaching for a sketchpad. "Let me rough out a design for you."

You watch, mesmerized, as Ari's hand moves swiftly across the paper. His brow furrows in concentration, and you find yourself studying the angles of his face, the way his beard accentuates his strong jaw. Within minutes, he presents you with a design that takes your breath away.

"What do you think?" he asks, a hint of pride in his voice.

The constellation is there, just as you imagined, but Ari has added subtle details that elevate it beyond your expectations. Delicate lines connect the stars, and a hint of shadowing gives the piece depth and movement.

"It's perfect," you breathe, unable to take your eyes off the sketch.

Ari grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Great. Now, let's talk placement."

You indicate the spot you've chosen - your inner wrist. Ari nods approvingly. "Good choice. Nice and visible, but easy to cover if needed. Mind if I take a look?"

You extend your arm, and Ari gently takes your wrist in his large hands. His touch is surprisingly soft as he examines the area, his fingers tracing the spot where your tattoo will soon be. You can't help but notice the contrast between his rough, inked skin and your own unmarked flesh.

"Nice canvas," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Skin's good here. This'll work well." He looks up, catching your eye. "Ready to get started?"

You nod, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest.

“You’re a sweet, innocent thing, aren’t you?”

You open your mouth but shut it again, unsure how to respond, and he brushes his thumb over the pulse on your inner wrist, and you think you see his eyes darken.

He releases your wrist and turns to prepare his equipment. You’re frozen in place, but luckily that’s fine as it’s not necessary for you to move. You watch as he efficiently sets up his station, laying out ink caps, adjusting his machine, and pulling on a fresh pair of black latex gloves. The buzz of the tattoo machine as he tests it sends a jolt of excitement and nervousness through you.

"Alright, I'm going to clean the area now," he says, swabbing your wrist.

His touch is clinical now, professional, as he prepares your skin. The cool antiseptic makes you shiver slightly.

"Cold?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"A little," you admit.

"Don't worry, I’ll have you warm soon enough," he says with a wink that makes your cheeks flush.

Ari places the stencil on your wrist, pressing it gently to transfer the design. When he peels it away, you see the outline of your constellation on your skin for the first time. It sends a thrill through you - this is really happening.

"Make sure you’re happy with the placement before we start," he instructs. "This is your last chance to change your mind."

You focus to examine the design on your skin more closely, heart racing. It looks even better than you imagined.

"It's perfect," you say, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

Ari grins. "Alright then, let's make it permanent. You ready?"

You nod, settling back into the chair and extending your arm.

Ari takes your arm gently, positioning it just so on the armrest. "Now, I need you to stay as still as possible," he says, his voice low and soothing. "It's going to hurt a bit, especially at first. But I promise, I'll be as gentle as I can."

The buzz of the machine fills your ears as Ari brings the needle to your skin. You hold your breath, bracing for the pain.

The first touch of the needle is a sharp, burning sensation that makes you wince. Ari pauses, his eyes flicking to your face. "You okay?"

You nod, determined. "I'm fine. Keep going."

���Move an inch, and you’ll be sorry.”

You open your mouth wordlessly again, and he laughs.

“Only joking. I know you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You bite your lip and nod, something fluttering in your stomach, mixing wickedly with your nerves and the uncertainty around this man who skirts between being casual, soothing your nerves, concentration on his craft, and making these comments that insinuate and evoke wholly inappropriate thoughts.

He smiles, then concentrates back on your wrist and resumes his work. Gradually, the initial shock of pain fades into a more manageable discomfort. You find yourself relaxing, mesmerized by the steady movement of Ari's hand and the way the muscles in his biceps move and flex.

As Ari continues, your eyes shift to his face. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his blue eyes focused intently on your skin. There's something mesmerizing about watching him work, seeing the care and precision he puts into every line. The buzz of the machine becomes almost soothing, a constant backdrop to the occasional murmur of voices from other stations.

"So," Ari says after a while, breaking the silence without looking up from his work, "what made you decide to get your first tattoo today?"

You hesitate, unsure how much to share. "It's… kind of a long story."

Ari glances up, a small smile playing on his lips. "We've got time. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

You take a deep breath, wincing slightly as the needle hits a sensitive spot. "I've been thinking about it for a while. But today… today felt like it was finally the day to take the leap."

"Spontaneous decision, huh? Those can be the best kind."

You nod, feeling the heat creep up your neck. "I guess I just wanted to do something for myself. Something permanent.”

Ari nods thoughtfully, his eyes still focused on your wrist. "Sometimes we need a physical reminder of the changes we're making inside," he says softly. "Something to look at and think, 'Yeah, I did that. I made that choice.'"

His words resonate with you, and you find yourself relaxing further. The pain has faded to a dull, almost pleasant sensation.

"So, what's your story?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. "How did you get into tattooing?"

Ari chuckles, pausing to wipe away excess ink. "Now that's definitely a long story. But the short version? I was a troubled kid, got into some bad stuff. Tattooing saved me, gave me a purpose."

He glances up, meeting your eyes. "There's something powerful about creating permanent art on someone's body.”

The words send another thrill through your body and you nod, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens at his intense gaze. "I can see that," you manage to say.

Ari returns his attention to your wrist, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's intimate, you know? Creating something that becomes a part of someone forever."

The word 'intimate' hangs in the air between you, charged with unspoken tension. You're acutely aware of the warmth of his hand on your skin, the gentle pressure as he works.

“You’re the one Steve says I nearly got to mark for the first time,” a new voice startles you, and you jump slightly in your chair.

Ari tsks, but his left hand had been holding your arm down firmly.

The other man chuckles. “Sorry, sugar.”

He steps closer, coming into Ari’s booth. He looks to be slightly taller than Ari, and a shade leaner, but he’s still built with more muscles than the common man. His hair is dark, shorn close to his head, and a dark beard covers his angular jaw. Ice blue eyes pierce into you, and you fight hard to suppress an actual shiver running down your spine.

"Curtis," Ari says without looking up, his tone a mix of amusement and mild irritation. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to interrupt?"

Curtis leans against the partition, crossing his arms over his chest. The movement draws your attention to the intricate tattoos covering his forearms. He’s got more ink than Ari.

"Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Steve said we had a noteworthy first-timer."

You feel your face flush, unsure whether to be flattered or embarrassed. Curtis's gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he looks you over.

"Well, now you've seen," Ari says, his voice tight. "Don't you have your own client to attend to?"

Curtis huffs. "Just finished up. Thought I'd come say hello." He turns his attention back to you. "How're you holding up, sweetheart? Ari treating you right?"

You nod, finding your voice. "He's been great," you manage to say, your voice a bit shaky. "It doesn't hurt as much as I expected."

Curtis grins, a glint in his eye. "Oh, Ari knows how to make it feel good, doesn't he?"

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks at the innuendo. Ari's hand tightens slightly on your wrist, and you see his jaw clench.

"Curtis," Ari says, his tone a clear warning.

Curtis holds up his hands. "Alright, alright. I can take a hint." He fixes his gaze once again on your face. "Maybe next time you'll let me be the one to mark you up. Lot more skin still to explore."

With that, he stalks away, leaving a charged atmosphere in his wake. You can feel the tension radiating off Ari as he resumes his work on your tattoo, his jaw clenched.

“Sorry about that,” Ari says after a moment, his voice low. "Curtis can be… intense."

You nod, still feeling flustered from the encounter. "It's okay," you manage to say, trying to calm your racing heart.

Ari looks up at you, his blue eyes searching your face. "You alright? Need a break?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm fine. Let's keep going."

He nods, returning his attention to your wrist. The buzz of the machine fills the silence between you once more. You try to focus on the sensation, the slight sting as the needle moves across your skin, rather than the lingering tension in the air.

After a few minutes, Ari speaks again. "You know, you don't have to let anyone pressure you into anything you're not comfortable with. Not here, not anywhere."

His words surprise you, and you meet his gaze. There's a protective glint in his eye, but he quickly returns his attention to your wrist. Ari's movements become more deliberate, almost possessive, as he continues working on your tattoo. The tension in the air is palpable, and you find yourself hyper-aware of every point of contact between your skin and his.

"Almost done," he murmurs after what feels like both an eternity and no time at all. "Just a few more touches."

You watch as he adds the final details, marveling at how the constellation seems to come to life on your skin. When he finally sits back, setting down the machine, you can't help but gasp.

"It's beautiful," you breathe.

Ari's eyes meet yours, a mixture of pride and something deeper in his gaze. “It suits you perfectly."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words. Ari gently wipes away the last traces of excess ink, revealing the full beauty of your new tattoo. The stars seem to shimmer on your skin, the delicate lines connecting them creating a sense of movement and depth.

"Now, let's get this wrapped up and I'll go over the aftercare instructions with you," Ari says, reaching for a roll of clear film.

As he carefully covers your new tattoo, his fingers brush against your skin, sending little sparks of electricity through you. You can't help but notice how his large hands handle your wrist with such care and precision.

"There," he says, smoothing down the edges of the wrap. "All protected."

Ari walks you to the front, and your heart races when you see Steve and Curtis speaking quietly with their heads together. Ari clears his throat, and at the sight of you, Curtis nods, rakes his gaze over you once more. “Come back soon, sugar.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at Curtis's words, but Ari's steady presence beside you helps ground you. Steve steps forward, a warm smile on his face.

"How did it go?" he asks, his eyes flickering to your wrapped wrist.

"It was amazing," you reply, unable to keep the excitement from your voice. "Ari did an incredible job." You extend your wrist, showing off your new tattoo.

Steve nods approvingly. "Beautiful work. Ari’s one of our best. Let's get you checked out."

As Steve begins to ring up your work, Ari leans against the counter beside you. His arm brushes against yours, and you're acutely aware of his proximity.

"Remember," he says softly, his voice low enough that only you can hear, "take care of it. It's a part of you now."

You nod, shyly meeting his intense gaze, looking up at him through your lashes. "I will," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ari's eyes soften, and he reaches out, his fingers ghosting over the edge of the wrap on your wrist. "Good girl," he murmurs, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Steve clears his throat, breaking the moment. "All set," he says, handing you a receipt. "We hope to see you again soon."

You nod, suddenly feeling flustered. "Thank you," you manage to say, gathering your things.

As you turn to leave, Ari's hand catches your elbow gently. "Wait," he says, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small business card and presses it into your hand. "In case you have any questions about the aftercare. Or anything else."

Your fingers brush as you take the card, and you feel a jolt of electricity at the contact. You look down at the card, noting the personal cell phone number scrawled on it. "Thank you."

Ari's blue eyes lock with yours, intense and filled with unspoken promise.

You barely seem to turn away, but somehow manage to break off from the eye contact, and quickly rush out of Obsidian Stain Studio.

You keep Ari’s business card, but as the weeks go by, you don’t use it.

After a couple of months, you move the card from the spot next to where you keep your keys where you see it every day, into the top drawer of your desk. Out of frequent sight, but not out of mind completely.

It’s a solid six months before you return to Obsidian Stain again, but ultimately you do. The bell jingles above your head as you step inside.

The tattoo on your wrist had healed beautifully, and you loved seeing it on your skin. You had decided fairly soon afterwards that you wanted another tattoo, but even after saving up for your next one, it had taken you longer to decide whether to return Obsidian or not, the experience with Ari and encounters with Curtis leaving you torn between terrified and desperately curious to go back.

Ultimately the allure was too strong to deny.

But, more logically, although finally going in to get your first tattoo had been on a whim, you had been very thorough in narrowing down and exploring your options for months before. You knew they were one of the best in your area, especially for the style you wanted, and the price point you knew you could afford while still ensuring quality.

Unwilling to make an appointment, though, you were going to gamble on a walk-in again.

No one was immediately at the front desk, but at the sound of the bell, Steve quickly appears. “Welcome back,” he said, a broad grin on his face.

“Walk-in?” you ask, and remind him of your name.

“Oh, I remember you.” Steve beckons you forward. “Let me see that wrist,” he says.

You offer your arm with pride, and he smiles warmly.

“Looks good. You hit us on a slow day, perfect for a walk in. I’ll get you booked in, and then I’ll take you right back.”

You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as Steve leads you to the back. The familiar scent of antiseptic and ink fills your nostrils, bringing back memories of your last visit. Your eyes scan the room, half hoping and half dreading to see a certain tattooist.

"Curtis is free right now," Steve says, guiding you to a station. "He'll take good care of you."

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Curtis's name. You remember his intense gaze, his bold words from your last visit. Part of you is disappointed it's not Ari, but another part is intrigued.

Curtis looks up as you approach, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Well, well. Look who's back," he says, his ice blue eyes locking onto yours.

You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very exposed under his gaze. "Hi," you manage evenly.

Curtis's eyes rake over you. "I was hoping you'd come back to us," he says, his voice low and smooth. "What can I do for you today, sugar?"

You begin to explain the design you have in mind - a delicate, line art floral piece. As you talk, Curtis listens intently, occasionally nodding or asking questions. His focus is entirely on you, making you feel both nervous and oddly thrilled.

“And where do you want it?” he finally asks.

You trace an area of your other arm - opposite of the one with your inked-up wrist — moving your fingers over the delicate skin between your wrist and up toward the crook of your elbow.

“Hmm,” he hums. “You sure?”

Your eyes shoot to his. “Yes?” an edge of hesitation now in your voice at his query.

He narrows his eyes slightly, then shakes his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No. A piece like this could work well there, but that’s not where you want me to put this.”

“It… isn’t?”

“No, it should go here,” he says, and he reaches out and brushes his fingers lightly over your ribs instead, causing you to shiver.

He gestures for you to take a seat in the chair. As you settle in, Curtis rolls his stool closer, leaning in. "Now, this is going to be a bit more intense than your other wrist. You sure you're ready for it?"

You nod, trying to project confidence despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. "I'm ready."

Curtis grins, a predatory glint in his eye. "That's what I want to hear from that pretty mouth. Now just sit tight and wait for me while I draw something up.”

Your heart races as you lean back in the chair, Curtis's words echoing in your mind, causing heat to pool in your core. You watch, mesmerized by the intensity of his focus. After a few minutes, he turns back to you, holding up the sketch.

"What do you think?" he asks.

Your breath catches in your throat. The design is beautiful - delicate flowers and vines intertwining in a way that would perfectly follow the curve of your ribs.

"It's perfect," you breathe, unable to take your eyes off the design.

Curtis smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Alright then, let's get started. I'm going to need you to lift your shirt for me."

Your cheeks flush as you slowly raise the hem of your shirt, exposing your ribs. Curtis's eyes darken as they roam over your skin.

"Beautiful canvas," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

You feel exposed, knowing your own soft belly and imperfections, but he looks at you in a way that has your head spinning, it’s a hunger that’s almost reverent.

“Better if you take your shirt off for me, sugar,” he says, his tone firm.

Head swirling, you don’t think to refuse, just do as you’re told. With trembling hands, you pull your shirt over your head, feeling incredibly vulnerable as you sit there in just your bra. Curtis's eyes roam over your exposed skin, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"That's better," he says, his voice low and approving. "Now, let's get you positioned just right."

His hands, surprisingly gentle, guide you to lie back and slightly to the side. You shiver as his fingers trail along your ribs, mapping out where the tattoo will go.

"Nervous?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.

He already knows the answer, but you nod, not trusting your voice.

Curtis leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll take good care of you."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

Curtis begins to clean and prepare your skin, his touch clinical yet somehow still intimate. You try to steady your breathing, hyperaware of every point of contact between his hands and your body.

"Now, this is going to hurt more than your wrist did," Curtis warns, his voice low. "But I know you can take it. You're tougher than you look, aren't you, sugar?"

You nod, steeling yourself for the pain. The buzz of the tattoo machine fills the air, and then you feel the first bite of the needle against your skin. You gasp, your body tensing.

"Breathe," Curtis instructs, his free hand coming to rest on your hip, grounding you. "That's it, nice and steady."

As he works, Curtis surprisingly stokes and then keeps up a steady stream of conversation. Mostly it’s inquiry after inquiry, forcing you to focus on finding words, but his deep voice also helps to distract you from the pain. He asks about your life, your interests. You find yourself opening up, sharing more than you intended about your life, your dreams, your fears. His voice continues to provide the counterpoint to the buzz of the tattoo machine.

"You're doing so well," Curtis murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning to his work. "Such a good girl for me."

The praise sends a shiver through you, and you bite your lip to stifle a small moan. Curtis notices, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" he says, his voice low. "I like that."

Your cheeks flush, but you can't deny the thrill his words send through you. The pain of the tattoo blends into the sensations he’s evoking as his hands move with practiced precision across your skin.

"So, sugar, what made you come back for more ink?" he asks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning to his work.

You take a shaky breath before answering. "I loved how the first one turned out. And… I guess I wanted to experience it again."

Curtis chuckles, darkly. "Addictive, isn't it? The pain, the permanence... the intimacy of it all."

His words make your heart race, and you're acutely aware of how close he is, how vulnerable you are beneath his hands.

"Speaking of your first time," Curtis continues, the steadying hand that had been at your waist ghosting just a little lower, "Ari seemed quite taken with you. Did you ever give him a call?"

The question catches you off guard, and you feel a flush creep up your neck. "No, I… I didn't," you admit softly.

Curtis's hand stills for a moment, and he looks up at you, his ice blue eyes intense. "No? Now that's interesting. Why not, sugar?"

You swallow hard, unsure how to answer, yet unable to stop the words from flowing. "I... I guess I was nervous," you finally say.

A slow smile spreads across Curtis's face. "Nervous? Of Ari? Or of what you felt?”

Your cheeks flush at his perceptiveness. "Both, maybe," you whisper.

“Or maybe you were waiting for something else?" His hand resumes its work, but the touch his anchor hand seems more deliberate now, each movement charged with unspoken intent.

"I don't know what you mean.”

Curtis chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. "I think you do, sugar. I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you came back here today."

His words hang in the air between you, charged with tension. You can't bring yourself to deny it, can't even find your voice to respond. Curtis seems to take your silence as confirmation.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

The buzz of the tattoo machine fills the silence as Curtis returns his focus to your ribs. You try to steady your breathing, acutely aware of every point of contact between his skin and yours. The pain of the tattoo blends with the heat pooling in your core, creating a heady mix of sensations.

"Tattoo nearly done," Curtis says after what feels like hours.

You let out a shaky breath, a mix of relief and disappointment washing over you. The intense experience is coming to an end, but part you that scares you doesn't want it to.

"Just a few more touches," Curtis murmurs, his eyes focused intently on your skin, and the buzz of the machine continues for a few more minutes.

"There we go," Curtis murmurs. He wipes away the excess ink, then sits back to admire his work. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, a mixture of professional pride and something darker in his gaze. "Want to take a look?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Curtis helps you sit up, steadying you with a hand on your lower back as you move to face the mirror. Your breath catches in your throat as you see the intricate design now adorning your ribs. The delicate flowers and vines seem to bloom across your skin, following the curves of your body perfectly.

"It's perfect," you whisper, unable to take your eyes off the mirror.

Curtis's smile widens, and his eyes darken. "Of course it is. I knew exactly what you needed."

His words send another shiver through you, but then suddenly you feel the heat of him too close, and he’s pressed right up against your back, planting his large hands on your hips and caging you in.

"You're trembling," Curtis murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His hands tighten on your hips, holding you steady against him. "Are you scared, sugar?"

You can't find your voice to answer, your heart pounding in your chest. You're acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies - his broad chest against your back, his strong hands on your hips, the heat of him seeping through your skin.

"Or maybe," he continues, his voice low and dark, "you're excited."

One of his hands slides up your side, carefully avoiding the fresh tattoo, until it comes to rest just below your breast. Your breath hitches, and you see your pupils dilate in the mirror's reflection.

"That's what I thought," Curtis says, satisfaction clear in his tone. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Since the moment you walked in.”

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of ink and something uniquely him. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

"Tell me, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Did you come back here hoping to see Ari? Or were you hoping it would be me?"

You swallow hard, your mind spinning. "I… I don't know," you manage to whisper.

Curtis chuckles, the sound low and dark. "I think you do know. I think you've been thinking about this for months." His hands slide up and down your sides, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo. "Thinking about what it would be like if you came back. If you let yourself give in."

Your breath hitches. “No.”

“No?” he challenges. His right hand, still gloved, audaciously slips past your waistband and down the front of your panties to cup your pussy. He laughs softly, discovering a growing wetness there. “Yes.”

You gasp as Curtis's hand begins to stroke your most intimate area, your body betraying you with its response. Your mind races, torn between the thrill of his touch and the shock at how quickly things have escalated.

"Wait," you manage to breathe out, your voice shaky. "We shouldn't…"

Curtis pauses, his hand stilling but not withdrawing. "Why not?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Your body is telling me a different story, sugar."

You're acutely aware of how exposed you are, standing there in just your bra with Curtis pressed against your back, his hand between your legs. The mirror reflects your flushed face and wide eyes, Curtis's intense gaze locked on you.

"Someone could walk in," you whisper, a weak protest even to your own ears.

Curtis chuckles darkly. "They could.”

Your mind is spinning, caught between the intense sensations and the voice in your head screaming that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this here, now, with him. But your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch.

"Curtis," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky, and tears springing up in your eyes. "We can’t—"

"Shh," he soothes, his free hand coming up to gently grip your throat. Not choking, just holding. "Don't overthink it, sugar. Just feel."

His fingers continue their exploration, finding your clit and circling it slowly. You bite back a moan, plant your hands on the mirror, and your hips rock back against him.

“Fuck, knew you wanted this,” he speaks directly into your ear.

You whimper and shake your head, but then his hand moves up to cover your mouth. “Gotta keep more quiet than that unless you want someone else to join us, sugar.”

Your eyes desperately seek his in the mirror, fear flashing in them, and the tears begin to spill over. There’s a predatory glint in his icy blue gaze.

His fingers continue their skilled ministrations, drawing forth sensations you've never experienced before. Your body betrays you, responding eagerly to his touch despite your mind's protests. You're caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, excitement, shame, and an overwhelming, undeniable pleasure.

"Look at yourself," Curtis commands softly, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. "See how beautiful you are like this."

You force yourself to look, to really see yourself - flushed cheeks, wide eyes, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Curtis behind you, his large frame dwarfing yours, his hand between your legs, the other still gently but firmly covering your mouth.

Curtis's eyes meet yours in the mirror, his gaze intense and predatory. The fear in your eyes seems to excite him further, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"Don't worry, sugar," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I knew all those pretty tears were just for show, you want this just as badly as I do, and I've got you."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you. You're acutely aware of how vulnerable you are, how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to. And yet, there's a part of you that thrills at the danger, at the forbidden nature of what's happening.

Curtis's fingers continue their skilled exploration, drawing involuntary gasps and moans from you that are muffled by his hand. Each deliberate movement sends waves of sensation coursing through your body, igniting a fire that you never expected to feel. Your body continues to betray you, responding to his touch despite your mind's protests, creating a tumultuous conflict within you. The thrill of the moment is undeniable, yet a flicker of apprehension lingers in the background, whispering the dangers of being caught in such an intimate entanglement, making it impossible to pull away.

"Damn, that’s a pretty sight,” a familiar voice jolts you nearly out of your skin, and you whip your head around to see Ari looming in the entry.

Curtis stops only for a moment and looks over his shoulder at the other man. "Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to interrupt?"

Ari shrugs, all nonchalance, and palms the large bulge pressing at the front of his jeans.

Your heart races, caught between exhilaration and apprehension. The sight of Ari standing there, a blend of curiosity, mischief, and lust in his eyes, adds an element of unpredictability that excites and terrifies you.

Curtis grunts, then says, “I’m not stopping, but I’ll share.”

Your jaw would have dropped to the floor in that moment had Curtis’s hand not been holding it in place, securing your response and anchoring you to the present. The idea of a threesome, tantalizing yet fraught with risk, swirls in your mind. How did this escalate so quickly? The thought of being discovered sends a shiver down your spine, but the allure of the forbidden is intoxicating, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You sob, overwhelmed and afraid, but it’s muffled as Curtis turns your body around with him, his grip firm yet reassuring His fingers are still moving, relentless and sure, and you can hardly focus on anything else. Your mind races through the possibilities, the dangerous thrill of being discovered adding an exhilarating layer to the encounter. Would Ari join in, or would he simply stand by and watch, adding to the intensity of the moment? The idea of indulging in such a forbidden experience fills you with a mix of dread and excitement, as if you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to leap into the unknown.

Ari pulls a privacy curtain you had failed to notice across the opening to the booth before taking the few short steps to close the distance between you. This sudden shield from prying eyes heightens the anticipation, transforming the atmosphere into one charged with desire and unspoken possibilities. Ari traces the back of his forefinger down the column of your throat, down your sternum, between your breasts, and then circles around the expanse of your new tattoo, eyes roaming over the beautiful design.

Not to be forgotten, Curtis tweaks your clit, cracking the pleasure that had been mounting like a whip, demanding an orgasm from your body, and you tremble in his arms as you cling to him. Each flick of his fingers sends shivers through you, igniting a fiery response that leaves you gasping for more.

“Knew you were such a good girl,” Ari praises, and your chest surges from his praise, his low, sultry voice invading your mind. Then, he unzips his jeans, the sound echoing in the booth like a promise yet to be fulfilled. He goes to sit on the black leather chair, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down around his ankles, revealing the enticing sight of his big, throbbing cock.

Curtis lifts you with ease and places you in Ari's lap. The transition is seamless, and you find yourself enveloped in the warmth of Ari's embrace. His hands instinctively find their way to your hips, grounding you as you settle in. With Curtis standing close, the dynamic continues to shift and evolve. You can feel the heat radiating from both men, each one eager to exact pleasure, and you hope the fire doesn’t consume you completely.

“Take off your bra,” Ari directs you.

Your eyes widen over his immediate demands, but, nervous as you still are, you don’t hesitate to do as he says. His hands on your hips hold you steady while you reach around to unclasp, and then you let it drop and fall away, biting your lip. Ari groans appreciatively, and grinds your core against his cock. You let out a shuddering breath at the friction, but it’s a singular sensation for only a moment, because then Ari dips his head and takes one of your breasts into his hot, wet mouth, and you gasp. Your fingers tangle immediately into his hair, looking for some kind of anchor.

Vaguely you hear the rustle of fabric from Curtis close behind you, and then you feel the heat of his now naked chest press against your back. He nips lightly at your neck, but then pulls back slightly. He rucks your loose skirt up over your hips, but then he rips the fabric of your panties right off, and you yelp in surprise.

Ari’s quick to muffle your sound by shifting his lips from your breast to your mouth, but his lips and tongue are no less eager, and the kiss is delicious and demanding, and you’re easily almost completely lost in him again. But Curtis has also discarded his gloves, and now his warm, calloused hands move slowly up your thighs before squeezing your hips, then start to knead the flesh of your round ass.

Curtis places a hand between your shoulders and pushes you forward, coaxing you against Ari’s chest. Ari takes the hint and leans back in the reclined chair, pulling you with him. This exposes your most intimate parts to Curtis, and he spreads you open, then presses his tongue flat against your cunt, eliciting a moan that, luckily, is swallowed up by Ari, who’s still eagerly kissing you, and now kneading your breasts in his large hands. Curtis continues to lick and lap at your cunt, but then his tongue begins to move up, and then suddenly he’s tonguing the tight rosebud of your ass, and you whimper and freeze.

Ari stops when you stop, pulling away to look at your face and assess the situation.

Curtis teases you with his tongue for another moment before pausing to pull away as well.

“Not a virgin,” he guesses, “but never had anyone play with your ass, have you, sugar?”

You close your eyes and try to take a steadying breath, your, “no,” soft and barely audible.

“Do you want him to stop?” Ari asks, and you can feel him studying your face.

Your mind is racing, but you remain frozen, unsure of what to say.

Ari brings one hand up to stroke your cheek. You lean into his touch and open your eyes again, but still don’t speak.

“Keep going,” he says to Curtis, and Curtis does.

While Curtis works your tightest hole with his tongue, still splaying your cheeks open, Ari reaches down to slip two fingers into your dripping cunt, and you eagerly rock your hips for more. Ari smiles, then brings you down with his other hand to kiss you again.

When you’re positively humping his hand, Ari pulls back from kissing you again with a darker laugh than you expected, but you’re so far gone between them, you think of stopping or slowing at all now.

“Open your eyes,” he commands.

But it doesn’t register.

He withdraws your fingers and slaps your pussy, making you gasp and groan, and your eyes whip open.

His dark blue irises are barely visible, pupils blown wide with lust, and it just cause another surge of electricity to run through you to your core.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

And then it’s his cock nudging at your entrance.

“Ari,” you groan.

“Since that first fucking minute I saw you in the lobby,” he says. He taps his cock aggressively against your swollen clit, and you keen for him. “Knew you were an innocent little thing, and I wanted to absolutely ruin you.”

You bite your lip, unable to look away from him, and think of that day, too.

“We both wanted to ruin you,” Curtis adds. And his finger takes over where his tongue had been, working gently but insistently into your ass.

You moan softly, but the two men hear it and exchange a glance over your shoulder. Ari looks pleased.

“I didn’t touch you that day, only teased you, enticed you. I knew you’d be back,” he growls. “Shame I didn’t have you on my chair again, but that wasn’t going to stop me.”

He pushes your lips back to his for another devouring kiss, but it’s brief.

“You’re desperate to be filled up, aren’t you?” he asks.

Closing your eyes again, you whimper and drop your forehead to his, but your answer is undeniable. “Yes.”

“You didn’t have to wait this long, but we won’t punish you for that. We’re patient men.”

“It only gave us more time to think of all the ways we’ll take you apart, sugar,” Curtis murmurs against your shoulder, then presses open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin there.

And then Ari is slipping his cock inside of your cunt, slow, insistent, and doesn’t stop until he’s into the hilt, pushing all the air out of your lungs. He’s so big it feels like he’s everywhere, and it takes you concentrating on making your lungs work again to suck in deep breaths, impossibly full of him.

But as full as you feel, it wasn’t everything. Because while Ari was slipping his cock inside you, Curtis had removed his fingers, and now his thick cock was splitting you open and finding room in a hole that had never been filled before, and it was unfamiliar pain, but already pressing into impossible pleasure, and really, you had to press your palms to the leather on either side of Ari’s head and focus on breathing and only breathing if you were going to survive this.

And then they both began to move.

In and out and in and out and inandout.

And you were sure you were going to black out or bliss out from how full you were and all the sensations surging through your body and –

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HIIII!! CAN I REQ A POLY! ASMODEUS X FIZZAROLLI X GN!HELLHOUND!READER?? (IF NOT HELLHOUND THEN JUST GN!READER IS FINE!!!) and reader works at ozzie’s with fizz and asmodeus and a group a fans start making fun of reader? :3

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Ozzie x Fizz x GN! Hellhound! Reader: Performance

You first met Fizz and Ozzie at the restaurant “Ozzie’s”. You started out as a waiter/waitress and made some hella good money. So, obviously you stayed.

The two noticed you straight away and found you extremely attractive, so they began asking you on dates. You were shocked at first that THE sin of Lust and THE jester found you attractive and even wanted to go on dates. You were nervous at first, gathering your thoughts on if they’re doing this because they felt bad for you or if they’re doing this because they’re board. Either way, you dressed nicer and head your way to a different restaurant to meet them.

The moment they saw you Ozzie brought you in a tight hug while Fizz moved the chair for you to sit down. “Thanks for inviting me out on this date, I really appreciate it.” You gave them a whole heartily smile.

“Of course, babe! Fizzy and I just couldn’t stop staring at you..not in a bad way!” Ozzie laughed, “We just thought you were attractive and really wanted to get to know you more.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“So, how are you liking Ozzie’s?” Fizz questioned.

“I love working there! The money is great, the workers are great, I love seeing you guys perform, and…I feel welcomed there.”

Fizz replied, “Have you ever thought of performing? You look like you’ll be great using the pole.”

“Eh..I don’t know. I never performed before. And I definitely would mess up doing the poles. I appreciate it though!”

“Oh come on,” Ozzie replied, “Fizz could teach you! You’ll make more money by performing.”

“Really? I kinda like my waiter, waitress thing job.”

“Let’s try the pole thing out. I would love to teach you.” Fizz smiled.

“And if you don’t like it then you can go back to wait tables.”

You thought about it for a moment, “Sure, why not? Plus it’ll be nice to work with Fizz.”

That first date turned into two, then three, and then on the fourth one they asked you to join their relationship. You obviously said yes and felt like the happiest hellhound there is.

During the times of the dates, Fizz was helping you practice a routine on the poles. You never performed or do anything with people staring at you, so this was very much out of your comfort zone, but you loved spending so much time with Fizz as Ozzie cheered you on. You kept missing up at first, like falling down, or just messing up the routine, but Fizz was always there for you.

Tonight was the night of your first performance and holy shit you were nervous as fuck. You waited in the wings with your boyfriend’s and couldn’t stop shaking.

“Guys..I don’t think I should do this.” Your hands shook. Ozzie held your shaky hands and spoke, “I believe in you, babe. WE believe in you.”

“And if you mess up just keep on going! The audience doesn’t know this routine.” Fizz rubbed his face against yours so he could feel you.

You let out a shaky breath, “I don’t know…”

“Just take deep breaths. I used to do that before performing for Mammon.”

“I fucking HATE that guy.” Ozzie interrupted, “Sorry Y/n, everytime I hear his name I just want to-”

“Ozzie!” Fizz whispered with harsh before turning back to you. “You got this. We believe in you..confidence is key.”

“Thanks guys, and thank you for being my personal cheerleader.” The moment you said that your dance music started to play.

Ozzie and Fizz smiled and gave you a thumbs up as you swayed your body to the rhythm of the music. Your heard the audience gasp as you made your way to the pole and started the routine.

You felt pretty confident during this dance. The moves was perfect as you climbed up the pole, swung yourself as you showed the “good” parts of your body.

You heard some hecklers that was sitting near the front but tried not to focus on them.

Ozzie overheard them and wanted to kick them out right then and there but he didn’t want to embarrass you during your first ever performance, so he waited until the dance was over.

You climbed up the pole once more and used your hands and legs to stay upside down, but since you’re a hellhound and have soft fur, you quickly dropped to the floor and felt yourself freeze up.

Those same hecklers laughed as loud as they could to make sure you heard. “This is why hellhounds shouldn’t perform.” The girl said to her group of friends.

“I don’t even find them attractive!” Another girl said inbetween her nasally, loud laughs.

You quickly stood up and ran off the stage into the wings as Fizz called your name out. He searched for Ozzie and saw him over at the group of hecklers. Fizz ran back to you and saw you with your hands on your knees panting.

“Are you okay?” Fizz rubbed your back.

“I’m not fucking okay! I shouldn’t have done this.”

“You were amazing! Don’t listen to them.” Fizz held your hands so you would be able to stand up straight.

“They thought I was disgusting, Fizz.” You deadpanned.

“Well, now they’re beaten to a pulp.” He chuckled.

“Huh?”

“Ozzie is handling them. I’m not sure if he did actually hit them, but most definitely yelled and threw them out, literally. Look, point is, hecklers is always going to come in here, and me and Ozzie will always stand up for you. How about you try this performance again. Only whenever you’re ready.” His grip on your hands tightened.

Before you could reply Ozzie ran up, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Im fine, Oz. Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about them anymore.” He pulled you into a hug with Fizz joining by hugging behind you.

“Fizz, you’re poking me.” You laughed.

“Sorry, love and affection turns me on.”

“I’m so fucking glad I met you guys.”

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Pas de Deux with Sin

Word Count: 3,5k

tags: yandere;sylus, alteration of religious concepts, manipulative behavior, suggestive content, hints of stalking if you squint

author's note: Hello, little monsters. Welcome to my very first ongoing work here on the blog. I’m intrigued to see how this goes and to find out if you all enjoy this as much as I did. This piece is just a small atmospheric prologue for a story I have in mind. If you find yourself curious about it, feel free to drop a comment on this post—especially since the prologue ends on a cliffhanger (totally intentional, by the way). I’d really appreciate any likes and reblogs. And if you have any requests or questions about this fic, my asks are open, so reach out. Just a little heads up; This is just the appetizer. It will only get darker from here. Read my masterpost to get a taste of the themes this blog will be all about, before continuing. 

In a place where dawn never dared to break and the night held the town in a suffocating embrace, fear lingered like the acrid scent of blood. A heavy dread settled over the streets, wrapping around the inhabitants like a funeral shroud. The twilight twisted every shadow into a lurking menace, prompting the unwary to cast anxious glances over their shoulders as they hurried through the cobbled alleys. 

Amidst this pervasive sense of evil, there stood a cathedral deep within the gnarled woods, a solitary bastion against the encroaching dread. Its weathered stones and crumbling façade whispered of abandonment and haunting, yet in the whispered tales of the townsfolk, it was revered as the last flicker of hope in a Zone gone dark. 

You walked through the woods, your fingers curled tightly around the handle of the basket you’d fashioned, pulling it close to your chest as if it were a lifeline. The biting cold seeped through the fabric of your long black gown, chilling your bones beneath the laced veil that draped over your head, shielding you from prying eyes. Each step was quick and deliberate, a desperate attempt to evade the shadows that loomed, harboring the very things you feared.

As you approached the cathedral, the wooden staircase creaked underfoot. You reached the enormous double doors, pushing with all your strength, the hinges groaning in protest. The doors creaked open, their shrill complaint sending a shiver down your spine. You stepped inside, letting the heavy doors slam shut behind you, the echo reverberating in the hollow silence of the sanctuary.

The cathedral loomed like a forgotten relic, its exterior battered by the relentless passage of time, yet inside, it unfolded into a realm of unexpected magnificence. The marble surfaces gleamed softly in the dim light, reflecting flickers of shadows that danced across the statues lining the walls. Each figure seemed to whisper secrets from the past, while the crucifix at the chancel’s heart loomed large, a silent sentinel in the enveloping gloom.

As you stepped further into the church, the warm glow of votive candles cast a light upon the altar, wrapping the space in a cocoon of safety. You could feel the air shift, infused with the scent of melting wax and a hint of incense, as if the very essence of hope lingered here, waiting for weary souls to find refuge.

The flickering flames hinted at the presence of Father Reymond, who always tended to this sacred place with an unwavering devotion. You reached up to remove the delicate lace veil from your head, its intricate patterns whispering against your skin, when a sudden flicker of the sanctuary lamp caught your eye. You paused, eyes closing momentarily, as you fought against the creeping unease that threatened to invade your thoughts. This cathedral was your sanctuary, your haven amid the chaos.

“Child, I didn’t expect to see you here today. Didn’t you have a fever yesterday?” Father Reymond’s calm, reassuring voice echoed from the shadows, drawing a small smile to your lips as you turned to face him.

“I know I shouldn’t be here, especially with this persistent cough, but is there a better place to heal than God’s home?” 

An appreciative hum escaped him as he continued to light the votive candles, their flames flickering like tiny stars in the twilight. “Your spirit is stronger than any illness, my dear. But I worry about you.”

You glanced toward the stained glass window, its shattered fragments reflecting the growing storm outside, the wind howling like a restless spirit. “The town feels… different lately. Like a weight pressing down on us. Have you noticed it? The murmurs in the night?”

Father Raymond's hand hung suspended in the dim light, an unspoken weight settling in the air around him. A weary sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his temples, the tension in his shoulders palpable. “Evil has a way of creeping into the cracks of the soul, much like the damp that seeps into these ancient stones. It festers and grows, nourished by fear and despair.”

“Father… Do you think they’re back?” You dared to voice the thought that had clawed at your mind for days. “It feels as if they’re watching us, as if they know more than we do. Sometimes I wonder if this forest is guarding something—or hiding it.”

He stepped closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, grounding you in the moment. “Legends often carry a kernel of truth. But remember, my child, we must not lose hope, even when it feels as though the darkness is winning.”

With a heavy heart, you closed your eyes, kneeling at the altar, your hands clasped together in prayer. “I feel like I’m drowning in all this gloom. It’s as if a curse hangs over us. The townsfolk are restless, and I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.”

Father Raymond hesitated, the flickering candlelight casting fleeting shadows across his face, revealing a flicker of concern in his eyes. He seemed torn—caught between the urge to comfort you and the need to allow you space to find your peace.

His footsteps echoed softly as he moved toward the exit, pausing just before crossing the threshold. He turned to look back at your kneeling form, his brow knit with worry. “Remember, light can pierce even the thickest shadows. Do not underestimate the power you hold.”

The dim light of the cathedral flickered as the last echoes of Father Raymond’s words faded into the shadows. Alone now, you knelt at the altar, your breath mingling with the chill that seeped through the cracked stained glass windows. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and melting beeswax, while the flickering candle flames cast dancing shadows that whispered secrets along the walls.

Before you, the crucifix loomed, stark against the darkness—a figure of suffering suspended in time. Its presence filled the space with a solemn weight, and you found your gaze drawn to the eyes of Christ, searching for solace that felt just out of reach. “God… where are You?” you whispered, your voice barely breaking the heavy silence. You clasped your hands tighter, fingers intertwining as if holding onto a lifeline, desperate for connection.

Outside, the storm raged, the wind howled like a banshee through the trees, shaking the very foundations of the abandoned church. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, sending shivers down your spine. With each crack of lightning, the shadows deepened, stretching and twisting as if alive, reaching for you with dark intent. The cold crept in through the broken window, wrapping around you like a serpent, tightening its grip.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on your prayer, but images of fear and despair flooded your mind. "Please, grant me strength," you murmured, though doubt clawed at your heart like a beast. The stillness of the cathedral felt oppressive, the silence punctuated only by the distant rumble of thunder and the soft drip of rain against the stone. 

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air, the sound of wood straining against an unseen force. Your eyes snapped open, heart racing as the heavy door creaked open, the sound eerily resonant in the stillness. A gust of wind rushed in, swirling the candle flames and casting erratic shadows that danced across the altar, as if mocking your fragile sense of safety. 

From the depths of darkness, a pair of wings flapped—a quick, unsettling sound that sent a chill coursing through you. The shadows shifted, coiling ominously in the corners of your vision, thickening the air with an unnameable tension. It felt as if the very essence of the cathedral had shifted, warping the familiar into something sinister. You held your breath, your heart pounding in a frantic rhythm that echoed the storm raging outside.

Silence answered, thick and palpable, pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. Yet, amidst that stillness, you could feel him—a presence that brushed against your skin like the cold wind seeping through the broken panes, wrapping around you like a shroud. The flap of crow wings echoed again, dissonant and jarring, slicing through the oppressive quiet. Shadows loomed larger, and the flickering candlelight seemed to struggle against the encroaching darkness, fighting a losing battle.

Then you heard it—the soft, deliberate crunch of footsteps on the worn stone floor. Your heartbeat quickened, a wild drum in the silence, as you strained to peer into the dark, but the shadows swallowed everything whole.

“Praying for salvation, are we?” The voice was low and smooth, dripping with a mocking tone that reverberated in the empty sanctuary, as if the very walls conspired to amplify his presence.

Sylus. 

“Leave me be,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. You clenched your fists, fighting against the creeping dread that coiled around you.

“I’ve always found it curious how you think the shadows can be kept at bay with mere prayers.” You could hear him moving, the rustle of fabric against stone, a ghostly presence just beyond your sight. He was circling you, prowling like a predator, and the knowledge of his proximity made your skin crawl.

“Why do you come here?” you gritted your teeth, struggling to mask the tremor in your voice. “You don’t belong in the light.”

“But the light only makes the darkness more profound, doesn’t it?” His voice slithered through the air.  “Every flicker of hope you cling to, I can extinguish with a whisper.”

A sudden gust of cold air swept through the cathedral, sending a shiver down your spine. The chill seeped into your bones, and you could almost feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, even though he remained cloaked in shadows. “You think you scare me?”

“Scare you? No, I merely remind you of the truth.” He paused, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy, like the oppressive atmosphere of the cathedral itself. “You know I can enter here whenever I please. This sanctuary of yours… it was never meant to keep me out.”

Terror gripped your heart, a vice tightening around your chest. “You’re wrong. This is sacred ground.”

“Sacred?” Sylus chuckled darkly, the sound echoing like a distant thunderclap. “You’re adorning your prison with flowers, but the bars remain. You feel it, don’t you? The pull of darkness, beckoning you closer.”

With every syllable, the shadows deepened, curling around you like tendrils of smoke, heavy with foreboding. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to focus on the crucifix above, the figure of Christ caught in eternal agony. 

But the moment was shattered as a flash of movement caught your eye. Just at the edge of your vision, two glowing red eyes pierced the darkness, watching you with an intensity that threatened to consume your very soul.

“Look at me,” he urged, his voice now a low, sinister murmur, “Embrace what you fear most.”

As you locked your gaze with his, the shadows shifted, revealing his striking figure standing just beyond the altar. Sylus, with his long white hair flowing like silken threads against the backdrop of the gloom, shimmering subtly in the dim light. The tailored black suit clung to his form, accentuating the sharp lines of his shoulders and the strong contours of his chest. Each movement was fluid and predatory, as if he owned the very space around him, a dark lord surveying his domain. Your domain. 

The flickering candlelight danced around him, casting erratic shadows that transformed him into an ethereal specter, both mesmerizing and terrifying.

Your heart raced, captivated and terrified all at once. Those red eyes, glowing unnaturally under the flickering sanctuary lamp, pierced through the gloom, shimmering like embers and sin. 

“This isn’t your kingdom, no matter how you act,” you forced your voice to remain steady despite the tremor in your chest.

His red eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and you could see the corners of his lips curl into a sardonic smile. “Oh, but isn’t that just it?” he replied, his voice smooth like silk. “You think this forsaken place offers you sanctuary. But shadows know no boundaries.”

As he paced slowly around your kneeling form, the very air seemed to thicken with his presence, pressing against your skin like a heavy fog. You could almost feel the cathedral's ancient stones trembling in response to him. “You’re not welcome here. You were supposed to stay away from this place. You don’t belong here.”

“Belonging is such a fragile concept,” he countered, his tone dripping with disdain. “Especially for you. You cling to the idea of safety, yet you invite chaos with every whispered prayer. Your God cannot shield you from the truth.”

“Truth?” you echoed, your voice wavering under the weight of his piercing gaze. “What truth? That you thrive on fear? In darkness?”

Sylus’s lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of amusement that made your skin crawl. “Fear is merely a response, sweet girl. It’s what makes you human. And you, with your brave little heart, are so deliciously human.”

You clenched your fists, refusing to let him see you falter. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Yet here you are, trembling in the remnants of your faith.”

The wind howled outside, rattling the broken windows as if in response to your exchange, a mournful wail echoing through the desolate space. You could feel the chill creeping into your bones, yet it paled in comparison to the icy tendrils of fear that wrapped around your spine as he drew nearer.

“This is my sanctuary,” you locked your gaze with his. “You’ll never take that from me.”

“But I already have. Every time you falter, every time you doubt the light, I am here, waiting. You can pray all you want, but I will always find my way back.”

With that, he took a step back, the shadows swallowing him momentarily before he loomed into view once more, his red eyes burning in the dark. Your heart raced as you grappled with the undeniable truth of his words, feeling the weight of his gaze as he surveyed you, a predator delighting in the hunt.

“Remember, sweetie,” he whispered, his voice echoing in the stillness of the cathedral. “Even in your sanctuary, you will never be truly safe.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling the chill of his aura brush against your skin like a cold whisper. “I won’t let you win.”

“Win? You misunderstand.” He stepped closer, letting his face become a dark specter against the flickering candlelight. “This is not a game of victory or defeat. It’s a dance, and you are already caught in my web.”

The flickering candlelight cast a trembling glow over the cathedral, but the warmth was eclipsed by the chilling presence of the man before you. You pushed yourself up from your kneeling position, desperate to escape the oppressive weight of his gaze and the overwhelming dark energy that seemed to seep into your bones.

As you took a step back, he moved with an uncanny grace, blocking your path with a slight tilt of his head, an amused smile dancing on his lips. “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Let me pass.” The tension crackled in the air between you, thick enough to cut.

“Why would I do that?” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you, making the air feel impossibly heavy. “You should know by now that the darkness always finds a way to draw you back in.” His red eyes glowed brighter as he spoke, his evol radiating in waves from him, wrapping around you like a dark shroud.

You could feel the very essence of the cathedral shifting, as if the ancient stones themselves were complicit in this twisted encounter, urging you to surrender to the allure of the darkness.

“I won’t let you control me!” you shot back, forcing yourself to cut eye contact, even as a part of you ached to remain lost in the intensity of his power.

“But you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.” His voice lowered to a dark whisper.  “You wear your faith like a mask, but underneath, there’s something that yearns for the desires you claim to resist.”

Sylus stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the heat radiating from him—a warmth that felt both inviting and dangerously seductive. “You’re drawn to it, just as I am drawn to you. You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The promising freedom from the chains of your so-called faith.”

You clenched your jaw, fighting against the insidious grip of his words. “That’s a lie. I believe in the light. I fight against the darkness. Against you.”

He leaned in, your bodies almost touching, the intensity palpable. “Is that what you tell yourself?” He smirked, the corners of his lips curling in a way that sent a thrill of dread and intrigue coursing through you. “Lies are such a comforting blanket, aren’t they? You’re a part of this, and you can’t deny it.”

As he spoke, an involuntary urge surged within him—a longing to reach out, to touch you, to bridge the chasm of tension that crackled between you. It was a dangerous instinct, one he fought to suppress, but the pull of your presence was intoxicating.

You could feel it in the way he looked at you.

“Stop,” you whispered, though it felt more like a plea than a command. “You’re twisting everything I believe in.”

“Am I?” His voice dripped with honeyed malice as he moved even closer, his breath warm against your skin, igniting a shiver down your spine.

“Your faith is a fragile thing, sweetie… Just one touch…” His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promise, as his fingertips brushed against your collarbone, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.

You gasped, heart racing like a caged bird desperate for escape. “Don’t,” you warned, the word tinged with desperation, feeling it clash against the tide of emotions swelling within you. He was messing with your head—that much was certain.

“Why not? We’re both standing on the precipice, and you know it,” he murmured, his breath mingling with your own. “You’re afraid of what you might find if you let go of your faith. But you’re also curious, aren’t you?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like the oppressive darkness outside. “I refuse to be a pawn in your game.”

Sylus leaned in, impossibly close, his nose brushing against yours, igniting a blush that crept up your neck like fire. “Then why do you linger?” 

Your knees felt weak, your erratic breathing the only sound beyond the howling wind and rain battering the cathedral’s ancient walls. “I do not.”

In an instant, the air shifted, heavy with an unnatural energy that sent a chill racing down your spine. Sylus’s presence began to dissolve before your eyes. Shadows curled and twisted around him, black and red mist swirling like smoke, cloaking him in a veil of darkness. You reached out instinctively, but he was already slipping away, his form fading into the night as if he were never there at all.

The flickering candlelight struggled against the encroaching shadows, casting erratic shapes that danced across the stone walls. Your heart raced, confusion flooding your mind. Where had he gone? 

The atmosphere thickened, heavy with a foreboding silence that filled the cathedral like a suffocating fog.

As the last remnants of his silhouette vanished, a few black feathers fluttered to the ground, landing softly at your feet. You knelt to touch them, heart pounding, feeling the soft texture beneath your fingers. 

The moment was shattered as a deafening crash of thunder echoed through the night, shaking the very foundations of the cathedral. The candles flickered violently, their flames struggling to stay alive, before plunging the space into darkness.

A gust of wind howled through the broken windows, rattling the stained glass as if the very spirits of the cathedral were awakening. The statues that adorned the sanctuary trembled, their stone faces contorted in silent screams as the storm intensified outside, a chaotic symphony of nature’s wrath.

A cacophony of sounds erupted—distant screams of the wind, the violent patter of rain, and something deeper, an ominous whisper that seemed to rise from the shadows themselves. You felt the air grow colder, the darkness pressing in around you, heavy and suffocating. Panic clawed at your throat as you searched the shadows, heart racing. 

“I hate liars.”

And then, without warning, he was there—behind you, a wraith emerging from the void. The air crackled with a sinister energy as you turned, and the world seemed to spin, your breath catching in your throat. Sylus stood just a breath away, his red eyes glowing like embers in the darkness, piercing through the night.

“Run.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna be your sin

for @subeddieweek day five with the prompts rimming and possessive steve

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If being friends with Steve was easy, being loved by him was a piece of cake.

It would probably scare someone else, the way Steve loved. He gave everything, more than what Eddie felt he deserved. It was overwhelming at times, to be the focal point of all of Steve’s affection.

He showed up at Eddie’s house with flowers before their first date. And their second. And for their third, he brought him homemade cookies.

Fucking homemade cookies.

And every single time, he acted like it brightened his day to be able to provide these things to Eddie. Like if he couldn’t bring him flowers or cookies or kiss him or hold him, he’d crumble into a million pieces and cease to exist.

It was easy to love him back, too.

To play with his fingers in the car and lean his head on his shoulder, to get lost in the time they spent together until Wayne was opening the door to the trailer with his knowing smile and wave as Steve just waved back from his spot on the couch holding Eddie’s hand.

They weren’t stupid, though.

Their dates were usually places where two young guys could be caught hanging out without drawing suspicion, even if those two guys happened to be Eddie and Steve. If it wasn’t the diner or the bowling alley, or even the record store Steve had taken him to on their first date, they were in secret hiding spots around Hawkins, spending every moment they could giving in to temptation.

But sometimes they ventured outside their comfort zone.

Steve was Dustin’s chauffeur from Hellfire Club since his mom’s promotion that led her to working much later during the week.

They hadn’t exactly told anyone about what they were to each other, had barely even mentioned they were friends to anyone other than Robin, but Steve was insistent that no one would think anything if he just…hung out during Hellfire.

Eddie didn’t really have the heart to tell him that every single person in the room would be highly suspicious of anyone being allowed to stay and watch as Eddie had always been incredibly protective of their space and never let anyone watch who wasn’t inducted into Hellfire.

Steve sat in the corner of the room, only receiving a few concerned looks from the group at first. Most of the confusion was directed at Eddie.

When they took their usual five minute bathroom break, Gareth pulled him aside and questioned him.

“Dude. The hell.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “What?”

“Harrington? I know he’s Dustin’s second mom or whatever, but is it really necessary for him to be here? Doesn’t he have a job or something?” Gareth glanced over at Steve, who was looking back at both of them with a fire in his eyes.

Eddie ignored the way that look made him feel and crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow at Gareth.

“Isn’t the point of Hellfire to welcome the lost sheep? No judgment?”

“Yeah, but-”

“And wouldn’t you think it rude to assume Steve doesn’t deserve to have some friends?”

“But he-”

“Everything okay over here?” Steve’s voice was right next to Eddie’s ear, and his hand was on his hip, squeezing.

Eddie’s mouth snapped closed, eyes widening as he watched Gareth’s gaze drop to where Steve was touching him and back up to Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, man. Just checking in on our friend, here,” Gareth gave Steve a fake smile before turning and walking away.

Steve’s hand didn’t drop and Eddie was certain that if he didn’t move in the next 10 seconds, they’d have a lot of explaining to do that Steve probably wasn’t ready for.

“Was he bothering you?” Steve asked, his face a mask of friendliness.

“Gareth? My best friend for three years? He always bothers me, but it’s nothing like that.” Eddie tapped Steve’s hand as a reminder that he should probably move it, but he just tightened his grip. “Um, you okay?”

Steve’s breath was warm against his jaw as he leaned in close to whisper in Eddie’s ear. “I’m great, sweet boy.”

The reaction was instant. And really fucking inconvenient.

Hearing those words from Steve now, when he still had an hour of a campaign to run, with children making their way back to the table, was enough to make him call it all off.

Fuck Hellfire. He needed Steve to fuck him.

Steve patted his ass twice before walking away, smiling to himself as he went back to his seat to watch Eddie deal with this sudden need to have Steve.

And then he just…carried on. Like it was nothing to have Steve’s hand on him one minute, his voice against his ear, and then go back to being the big, bad DM the next. He was a pretty good actor, but even he had his limits when Steve’s eyes were on him.

Even he could tell he was a little off after the break, and the knowing looks from Gareth and confused looks from the rest of them just emphasized how much he needed to get his shit together. This was his best campaign ever, and he knew he needed to roll into Christmas break with a cliffhanger that made everyone desperate to get back.

Steve watched the clock, then looked at Eddie, watching him fondly, but with a certain hunger in his eyes that was nowhere near appropriate for others to see.

“And as you crawl your way under the fence, mud and sweat coating your skin, you see a faint light coming towards you from a distance. Your entire group freezes and waits to see if you’ve been found. You breathe slowly, just enough to not pass out. The light gets closer.” Eddie stands from his chair, leaning over the table to blow out the candle. “The candle goes out. A voice yells down to you. ‘Come at once or die.’”

Eddie sits back in his chair and folds his hand across his stomach, waiting for the table to catch up that he was done.

“That can’t be it!” Lucas yelled.

“Eddie, you said you weren’t gonna end it on a cliffhanger!” Mike pouted.

“I never said such a thing and if I ever did, you should’ve known I was lying.” Eddie stood again, folding his DM notes up and picking up his personal minifigures to store in his bag. “We’ll pick up the first week back in the new year. Everyone go home and enjoy Christmas because there’s a chance some of you may perish on your journey here.”

Everyone grumbled except for Gareth, who was oddly quiet as they all cleaned up their own character sheets and minifigures. He kept glancing between Steve and Eddie, brows furrowed, like if he concentrated hard enough, something would make more sense to him.

Steve stood as the older kids filed out, driving themselves home or hitching rides with each other. Nancy was already outside waiting for Mike and Lucas, so they rushed out of the room, barely saying goodbye.

Dustin didn’t seem to notice or care that Steve and Eddie were staring at each other, that Eddie’s hands were practically shaking with anticipation for what was coming. Hopefully, he would be.

“Oh, mom told me to tell you that she made extra of that casserole you like so you can bring some back home with you when you drop me off,” he said as he finished packing up his bag.

“Sounds good, dude,” Steve said, not taking his eyes from Eddie.

Eddie could feel his face flushing, wondered how he could get Steve out of there before he did something stupid like kiss him in front of their shared child.

“You guys gonna kill each other or make out?” Dustin asked, not really looking at either of them, standing by the door to leave. “If you’re done, I have a curfew to make whether my mom’s home or not.”

Steve tossed Dustin his keys. “Wait for me. I’ll just be a minute. And I’ll know if you try to start her. Passenger seat only.”

Dustin knew better than to argue when it came to Steve’s car, so he nodded once and booked it from the room.

The moment they heard the main door to the auditorium slam shut, Steve was on him, pushing him back in his seat and looming over him with a deadly smile.

Eddie’s cock was straining against his jeans, rubbing against the zipper in a way that felt too good for him to be in public, especially when he knew Steve wasn’t gonna do anything about it.

“Unbutton your pants.”

Steve’s tone was cool, but Eddie knew him well enough to hear how much he was struggling to maintain composure.

What had he done to make Steve want him like this? Now?

“Here?” Eddie asked, looking around the room.

Steve’s hand cupped his jaw and turned it back to face him.

“Here.”

Eddie knew when to be a brat and now was not it.

He unbuttoned his pants with shaking hands, letting his cock feel a single moment of relief before Steve’s grip around it was rough, nearly too hard to feel good.

“Pull them down.”

“Steve-”

“Now. Unless you wanna stop. You know what to say if you do.”

Obviously, Eddie wasn’t going to stop. He trusted Steve, he trusted that Steve would never put him in any danger, and if Steve felt safe enough to do this here and now, then Eddie could let him have what he needed.

Eddie tugged his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He ignored the twinge in his back at the uncomfortable angle, focusing on Steve’s eyes on him, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he watched Eddie fumble.

“Turn around. On your knees.”

Eddie turned around, got on his knees.

“Lean forward.”

Eddie leaned forward.

Steve dropped to his knees and gripped Eddie’s hips. His nose brushed against the tail of his spine, breath leaving pinpricks of moisture behind. Or was that sweat? Had it gotten hotter in here?

“What if Dustin comes back in?”

“He won’t. He never has free access to my car.” Steve’s lips brushed against his skin, and Eddie realized just before it happened what Steve’s plan was.

Steve’s tongue trailed down the crack of his ass, hot and wet, spit mixing with the beginnings of sweat from his two hours of excitement. He’d showered that morning, but that morning was a long time ago.

He tried not to tense his body or pull away, but Steve noticed everything.

“Eds, color.” Steve was giving him enough space to think, to concentrate on an answer. They weren’t really playing in that space, but it was an easy way for Eddie to figure out if he actually wanted to keep going regardless of them taking on their roles or him floating into space.

“Um. Yellow,” he admitted quietly. He so rarely said anything besides green, and usually only when he was incredibly overwhelmed, so Steve immediately stood up and walked in front of him.

“What’s got you worried, love?” Steve cupped his face in his hands, making him forget momentarily that his bare ass was out for anyone to walk in and see.

“I’m not really clean? And, um, I don’t really know if I can get off with just that in only a few minutes,” Eddie didn’t break eye contact. He knew Steve liked when he looked at him while he talked through this stuff. It made him proud.

“Oh, sweet boy. I don’t need you to smell like roses to wanna get my mouth all over you,” Steve kissed his forehead. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, we can continue it later once you’ve showered. Or not at all. But I will say I had no intention of getting you off here.”

“But. You were gonna eat me out?”

“Yeah for a couple minutes. Get you worked up. Remind you that you belong to me, that you’re mine no matter who else gets to share your time.”

Steve was going to torture him, then. Why was that making him sweat more?

“You’re mine, baby. I get to make you feel good because it’s my job to take care of you.”

“Green.”

“Relax, sweet boy. I’ve got you.”

Eddie knew he did, so he let his forehead fall, resting against his arms folded over the back of his fake throne. There was something to be said about being worshiped here, something about being on his knees while holding all the power, but he was already too distracted by Steve’s hands pulling his cheeks apart to lick at his entrance to care.

Steve was good with his mouth and it was all too easy to get lost in the feeling of his tongue circling him, pushing past his rim every few swipes and making him rush to stifle a moan.

Just when Eddie started to feel like he needed a hand on him, Steve’s tongue disappeared.

Eddie shivered.

Steve’s hand ran up and down his back, but no other touch came, no words of comfort.

Eddie could hear rolling thunder in the distance and remembered Wayne saying something about getting home before it was supposed to storm tonight.

Might be too late for that now.

He could blame Steve.

Steve pulled his hand away and tugged his pants up for him, nearly knocking him over in his haste to get them in place and buttoned.

“Be good for me, sweet boy. I want you to finish up here and get home before it starts raining. I’ll be there when I drop Dustin off to take care of you,” Steve kissed his temple and started walking away.

“Wait!” Eddie got off the chair and rushed over to Steve, doing his best to ignore the wet, slippery feeling that Steve left behind. “Wayne’s gonna be home by midnight. You won’t be long?”

Steve shook his head, coming back to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Just gotta run in and make sure he heats up his dinner or he’ll forget. I’ll head straight over after that. Promise.”

Eddie nodded and watched as Steve walked out the door.

Thunder rolled again, still far enough away for him to be able to get to his van and get home.

He rushed through shutting off the lights, only leaving the security light on for the janitor when they got there first thing in the morning, throwing his bag over his shoulder and running to his van.

It was dark, but Eddie could still see the heavy clouds rolling in.

He unlocked his van, hopped into the driver’s seat, and turned the key.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Raindrops fell on the windshield and Eddie felt like crying.

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[kxlitz]

Hiiii! Hope you’re having an amaozng day! I was wondering if you could make SFWand NSFW headcanons for 2023 Bill? (Also I see him as a switch but more on the dominant side so if you could incorporate him being a switch in them that would be awesome!) (also for the SFW can you do some casual dominance hc’s aswell?) it’s absolutely fine if you don’t want to do this request just have a lovely day and keep on being an amazing person! 🫶

⭑ ࣪˖2023! Bill Kaulitz NSFW Headcanons pt.1 ˖ ࣪⭑

Ah! I love this request sm!! I already wrote a bunch of SFW 2023 Bill Hcs here so I focused on NSFW, but if it doesn’t satisfy you feel free to request again !!

࣪⭑Now, I wasn’t sure on how spicy to make this so the part 2 might be more graphic, it’ll depend on feedback :’))

- Meryl

2023 Bill. 2023 BILL. 2023 BILL KAULITZ.

What a man. Really.

A couple years back he always said that he considered himself to be pretty vanilla, but I believe that with time he discovered more about himself and what he enjoys in bed. Especially now that he’s found the right partner;)

Thank you Kaulitz Hills, for a bunch of the facts I gathered up for this.

Let’s start with the less sinful, Bill is and has always been a romantic.

On days that he’s craving you he will go out of his way to prepare the ambiance. Lights up candles, puts on a dim and warm light in your bedroom, takes out your finest black silk sheets and puts on his best attire to welcome you when you come home.

On some days that he’s hornier than others and you’re away he will definitely send you some nudes with the brattiest texts.

He has a thing for undressing you, which may sound odd but the act of carefully tearing off every piece of clothing off your body is so arousing and artistic to him.

Bill takes the time to caress and kiss every inch of your body. No matter how many times you do it he simply can’t get enough of you.

Listen it’s 2023 Bill. You can not tell me that this man doesn’t have an entire drawer dedicated to his fine lingerie collection. Lace, silk, satin, leather. He’s got it all.

CORSETS?!?! I’m foaming at the mouth don’t mind me.

He would look so good with high stockings. (The thought of Bill in lingerie does things to me) (Looking at you, Zoo magazine photoshoot)

Bill also makes sure to purchase matching sets for you :)

He might love being the dominant one but he secretly has such a big fefish for you in dominatrix wear. Nothing too exaggerated but you know, latex/leather corset or bodysuit, tall boots, dark makeup, a whip- Anyway back to lingerie sets.

Even if they don’t match his own. He simply enjoys spoiling you and what’s better than something he can dress you up all prettily in to then rip it off your body.

“I bought this and I can buy you another” as he literally rips off your strappy bodysuit.

He’s obsessed with your chest. No matter the size or shape, he loves it so much and spends so much time on it. Licking every inch of skin, kissing your cute nipples before twirling his tongue around them. Will occasionally nib at them if you’re not behaving.

Bonus points if you have nipple piercings. As long as you take care of their hygiene of course!

Give him the same treatment on his nips when you take control while we’re at this.

Bill confessed that his most erogenous zone is his ears so, if you want him to become putty in your hands nib at his earlobes, lick behind his ear and massage them with your hands. ESPECIALLY while you ride him.

Toys, Toys, Toys.

On you, On him

A drawer on his bedside table is dedicated purely to his toy collection. He’s got it all from bullet vibrators, to lovely wands he loves to use on you while he pounds into you, to dildos of every shape and size. Glass toys because he’s fancy. Handcuffs, silk restraints, blindfolds. You get the drill.

And of course, a strap for you.

He is that bf that will drag you to the sex shop with him so you can choose a new (and weird) toy to try out together.

Don’t forget lube because even the messiest of messes needs some oil eventually.

Bill did say that he doesn’t like dirty talk when it’s forced (Loveline radio interview) so he won’t push it. Expect it to be very natural when you’re at it with him. It doesn’t make it any less exciting.

“Good girl/boy, taking me so well. So deep” whimpered in your ear as he thrusts into you.

“My pretty angel, you look so pretty when I fuck you” As he holds your pretty face in place with his slender hands.

SO MUCH PRAISE!

Also, it’s Bill we’re talking about, you never expect what’s about to leave his mouth. Sometimes it can turn into a laughing fit real fast or simply leave you wondering for a minute.

He’s also so communicative! He wants to know what makes you feel good and how you’re feeling at all times.

He does the thing of holding your chin with his hand and rubbing your lips with his thumb. Makes you suck on his fingers sometimes.

Speaking of fingers. His fingering game is so good.

Knows every spot that makes you shiver under his touch. He loves to ravage your spongy walls with his digits.

Sometimes does it because he’s bored. Watching Titanic for the 24th time this year and you want to sleep? Dw, Bill’s got you covered.

Literally covered, he will overstimulate you til you’re dripping.

Unfortunately I can’t see him being into large messes though. Won’t hate it if you’re a squirter or big creamer, but he tries to keep things “under control” lmao. (But it’s sex so no, it’s never under control)

He takes your leg and kisses painfully slowly from your ankle to your inner thighs and continues onto your navel.

Not without teasing you over your underwear.

If you have tattoos he will take his time to trace them over with his fingertips or his nails, even lick over some of them just to see how it gives you goosebumps.

Bill wants to get you as riled up as he possibly can. He loves to see you loose control on him.

Which leaves you an open end to take it out on him.

Remember when I mentioned a strap? If you don’t have a dick of your own, peg this man ffs. GO TO TOWN. He loves it.

It was probably a spontaneous discovery too.

It’s no secret that Bill is into both sexes, he was curious around the idea of pegging but didn’t bring it up til he was very drunk and sharing about his sex life, as he does.

He becomes such a whiny mess, this man WHIMPERS.

PULL HIS HAIR! He does it with yours so, payback.

Really though. When you take control it’s also a way to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Oh my when you ride him?? He loves it so much.

Especially because cowgirl is such a versatile position and has so many sub-versions. AND, it works for any power dynamic. If he’s dominating, he will control your pace by your hips. Gripping on them hard. Boping you up and down, rolling them. He will leave handprints.

But when you’re the one in control, you really go to town on him. Hands on his beautifully tattooed chest for balance, riding him painfully slowly and staring into his hungry gaze.

It’s a crime that I haven’t talked about oral yet. But this post is getting WAAAYYY too long so, I will shamelessly cut it here and start working on a part 2 right away <3

If there’s something to know is that I value quality over quantity, so believe me when I say I work on sequels to my works. I really put time to think of them to make them as detailed as possible ₊˚⊹♡

[dagaz-s-disastrous-descent]

I had to make this post or I'd explode. Death Korps of Krieg and Vostroyan Firstborn are really similar, yet they show how your experiences shape you as a person.

Lets start with the Krieg boys and girls. They are a uniquely dour bunch that are willing to give their lives just to buy some time for their allies or to gain mere meters of ground in prolonged conflict. Contrary to what popular memes will make you believe they are not suicidal (hell during the Vraks conflict there is one recored instance of krieg soldiers executing their commissar because he ordered a suicide charge on enemy positions), they and their generals just see themselves as assets to be spent atoning for sins of their past. In one of the best books from 40k verse i've ever read "Dead men walking" it's portrayed briantly. Local populations inducted into DKoK regiments are stripped of their personalities and made to forget their names, their past lives and faces of their brothers and sisters to turn them into perfect meat shields ready to kill and die for smallest of advantages. Honestly, that book was brutal and it showed how dehumanising the training regime Kriegans go through really is, and to think that they are shipped off to active war zones at the age of (at most) 16 is really horrifying.

Now, about Vostroya: they too are spending their lives atoning for the sins of their forefathers; they too are a siege regiment focused on CQB and positional warfare; and they too have cool gas masks. Yet, despite all of those similarities, they could not be more different. While DKoK needs commissars just to talk with other members of the Empire because they are so devoid of common humanity, others simply feel uneasy around them. Vostroyans are one big family, ready to kill and die for each other. They are the firstborn sons and daughters of their world, being welcomed into the regiment by their aunts and uncles, who are taking care of them and keeping an eye on them on the battlefields of the dangerous galaxy of the 40k's universe. Their distant brothers and sisters prepare mastercrafted equipment, knowing fully well that the lasguns they create will be used by their kin. They are fanatical to the point of madness and their effectiveness is on par of that of the Dead Korps of krieg yet their attrition rate is much, much lower, and I think that it's not only owed to differences in equipment but also to the fact that they are loyal not only to the empire but also to each other. After all, blood is thicker than water.

Now a word about irl inspirations for both regiments: contrary to popular belief DKoK are based off FRENCH soldiers of WW1, not Germans and no, they do not use shovels more than any other regiments. A mace is a much better weapon in trench warfare because shovels have a nasty tendency to getting stuck in things that go squish. Vostroyans are a blend of cossacks, russian streltsi, Polish nobility, and professional soldiers of XVIIth century, as well as a healthy dose of Nikola Tesla-inspired dieselpunk. It's criminal how underrepresented slavs are in popular sci-fi IP's btw.

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— Sweet like a Cupcake 🧁

Summary: You’re involved in a toxic unhealthy relationship with Patrick Bateman where he wants to be your Daddy and you to be his little Cupcake. Will you find a way out from this situation or still remain in his power?

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Summary: You have been kidnapped and sent to the human trade market, where Mr. Bateman was looking for someone who could become his perfect f*ckdoll.

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Summary: You always considered yourself a daddy’s girl. You’ve been close to your father ever since you were a baby, but after your mom’s death, you became more attached to him than ever. Life was peaceful, simple, it was only you and your beloved father… until it wasn’t. Ever since Patrick Bateman suddenly entered your life and set his eyes on you, many problems started to arise. Patrick was supposed to be off limits, since he’s your dad’s business partner and dearest friend, but you can’t deny that he stirs some special feelings inside your heart.

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Summary: You work at P&P, and one day you come into Bateman's office and witness his breakdown. Your attempts to comfort him only increase his obsession with you, and without realizing it, you push this man to his limits. The outburst that finds you both in a club called the Tunnel will change your lives forever and irrevocably.

— Till Death Do Us Part 🪓

Summary: 1987. Your name is Rebecca Rice, you were born in Houston, Texas, but then your family moved to New York City in hopes of a better life. And it really paid off, as your father became successful in business and made several important acquisitions—the Bateman family being one of them. You and Patrick have known each other since childhood, but you have never liked each other. A golden boy from day one, he despised you because you were not as rich as he was. Fortunately, you parted ways after high school and have seen each other several times over the years, as your mother has a good relationship with Mrs. Bateman. At some point, you even thought that your teenage crush on Patrick had faded and you finally managed to build relationships with another guy, but sadly, it didn't work out because your family didn't accept him. Just like they didn't like your choice of career, but you didn't care because you always wanted to work in the medical field and help people, being a nurse was really tough. The hardest times came when one day your mother told you that in order to help your father you had to marry Patrick Bateman and you had no other choice because you didn't even know what was behind this deal, but you promised yourself that one day you would find the answers to all your questions. If you survived this marriage, of course. For it was obvious that sooner or later everyone would expect you to bring an heir into this world. The world of corruption and sin.

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

My little Meow Meow

No One but You

Toxic

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Blood Sweat & Tears

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Good Morning, Babe (Patrick's POV)

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— My Lovely Detective 🩸 (Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC)

Summary: Being a detective in New York was pretty hard, and being a woman detective was even harder, but not for Andrea Moore. Despite the fact that she lived the life of an average American without any luxury or wealth, she loved her job, her life and her boyfriend, who always supported her. One day, her boss — Detective Kimball — assigned her to a case regarding the disappearance of a very rich man from Wall Street named Paul Allen, and her first task became to interrogate the man who was suspected to be connected to it. From that moment on, Andrea would have to reveal what secrets were hidden behind the perfect facade of Patrick Bateman...

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Incarnation (Honkai Star Rail x Child! Herrscher! Reader)

Summary: In which Y/n, the creation of Will of Honkai, successfully defeated her own creator with the help of her friends. After defeating the Will of Honkai, for using too much of her power she goes into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 9

Y/n's POV:

I woke up from the dream I have or should I say a memory. I sat up from the bed I was lying to and look around to an unfamiliar room, I decided to leave the room and find the others. As I left the hotel I saw an old man appears to have a mechanical left arm waiting for me.

"You're finally awake, your friends were worried about you for sleeping so long." The old man said.

'I wouldn't say they were my friends, more like an acquaintance.' I thought.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked.

"About 2 weeks." The old man replied.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Oleg, leader of Wildfire." Oleg introduce himself.

"You're awake, I'm glad it wasn't serious." The blue-gray haired woman said, as she approach us.

"You're the doctor that I saw back at the clinic." I said.

"You're right. We haven't officially met, my name is Natasha." Natasha introduce herself.

"I'm Y/n." I said.

A few minutes later...

Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng went back in Bolder town after the battle of their intense fight with Cocolia. The trio saw me, Oleg, and Natasha chatting.

"Natasha! Oleg! Hope you didn't have to wait too long. And Y/n, you're finally awake!" March said.

"Oh! It's them!" Natasha looks at the Trailblazers.

"You kids move fast! By the look on your faces, I assume you come bearing good news?" Oleg asked.

"Mm-hmm, you bet! You might not believe this, but we summoned up all our strength, and then..." March was about to continue but she felt a disappointed stare from Dan Heng and Stelle.

"...Uh, maybe Stelle should do the talking. I'm no good at serious stuff- I'll probably say something I'll regret." March said.

"The guardian sacrificed herself to seal the Stellaron." Stelle said.

"We were there at the fight, we witnessed everything." Dan Heng said.

""Sacrificed herself", huh... Sure. Yeah. That's the whole story..." March said.

"Cocolia? In order to save Belobog, she... I see." Natasha said.

'She sacrificed herself, huh... Just like her counterpart, she also also sacrificed herself just to save her daughters. Bronya, Seele, Sin Mal, and Ninti (A clone of Cocolia's real daughter).' I thought.

"So the massive tremors we felt earlier were a result of the battle, right?" Oleg asked.

"Yes, it was a hard-won victory." Stelle said.

"...Thank you. I can't even imagine you've been through up there. I'm just glad everything turned out alright." Natasha said.

Second POV:

The four of them went up to the overworld to go to Bronya's ceremony. As they get out from the train, they saw Gepard waiting for them.

"Welcome back to the Adminstrative District, Trailblazers." Gepard said.

"Trailblazers... first time anyone's called us that on this planet!" March said.

"The Architects think it's only right that we should address you properly. "Outsiders" is hardly fitting anymore." Gepard said.

"...Please allow me to apologize again for what happened in the restricted zone. You were only trying to help... I should've trusted Serval's judgement."

"Well I don't accept your apology." You huff.

"Y/n, you should let it go now. It's in the past." March said.

"I'm sorry about Y/n's behavior, she doesn't like it when someone was ruining her sleep." Dan Heng apologizes to Gepard.

"I understand..." Gepard said.

What the four of you didn't expect that Gepard was kneeling in front of you. All of them (minus you) were shocked including the people who were watching. The Captain of the Silvermane Guard kneeling to a child?!

"I'm sorry for interrupting your dream for what I and my guards did back then. I hope you accept my apology." Gepard said.

"You shouldn't do that Gepard! I'm sure she underst-" March cut herself off when she feels the harsh glare from you.

"Don't. I want to see him beg." You smirk, feeling satisfied.

'What a sadist!' The trio thought.

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You, Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng finished listening to Bronya's speech, the four of you decided to explore Belobog for a bit. Stelle and March went together to go shopping, while you and Dan Heng went to explore here.

"Hey Dan Heng, can we go back to the underworld?" You asked.

"Why?" Dan Heng asked.

"I haven't fully explored that place." You said.

"Sure. As long I'm coming with you." Dan Heng said.

You nod, you didn't mind Dan Heng coming along with you. In fact, you are comfortable with him since your relationship with Dan Heng is like brother and sister, but you are way older than him by age.

As you both went to the train station waiting for the train arrive. When the train stopped the arrival as the door open all the passengers inside the train went out.

You were about to went inside the train you felt someone was hugging you. You look to see an old man hugging you mistaking you for someone else.

"Oh look at how much you've grown Boboiboy!" The old man said while hugging you.

"Ehh... Mister?" You called the old man.

"Yes?" The old man broke the hug then he was shocked that he was hugging the wrong person.

"You are mistakenly hugging an opposite gender, human." You deadpan at him.

"Eh?!" The old man look at his left and saw the orange dino cap boy hugging Dan Heng, while Dan Heng was stiff as a board he doesn't know what to do.

"Wow, you haven't even aged a bit Tok aba." Boboiboy said while hugging Dan Heng.

"Hey! Who's you hugging over there? That is not me!" Tok aba shouted.

The dino cap boy was shocked what he heard then he looks up at Dan Heng who was staring at him. The boy felt embarrassed he apologize to Dan Heng.

"Sorry mister..."

Tok aba crossed his arms on his chest and sigh. While you looked at him with a poker face.

"Huh, speak for yourself." You walk away and went to Dan Heng.

"Yeah, Tok aba." Boboiboy said as he walk towards to Tok aba.

"Hey, it's not my fault. I'm old. You on the other hand are still young." Tok aba said.

"How are you Tok aba?" Boboiboy asked.

"I'm fine. Alright let's go home." Tok aba said. The two of them walk out the train station.

"You know what happened? The train driver forgot to turn off the mic!"

"Heh, well speak for yourself."

Meanwhile you and Dan Heng watch the two of them walk away.

"Those two are odd humans..."

"Agree."

-

"Welcome home, you two- Where's Dan Heng and Y/n?" Himeko asked.

Stelle and March went back to the Express after shopping some clothes, they don't know where you and Dan Heng went but they know you two would comeback.

"We don't know where they went and they didn't inform us. But I know those two will comeback here." March said.

"Thank you March, I was worried something happened to them." Himeko said.

"Himeko, Mr. Yang! Team Trailblaze, back from duty! Mission one: Accomplished!" March exclaimed.

*Chuckles* "Although Welt and I didn't get the chance to go with you, I can tell you worked hard to bring things back to normal. Well done, everybody." Himeko said then she looks at Stelle. "And especially you, Stelle. I heard a lot of good things about you."

"Piece of cake." Stelle said confidently as she puts her hands to her hips.

"Confidence goes a long way." Himeko said.

"What about Y/n? She didn't cause any trouble did she?" Welt asked.

"Y/n didn't cause any trouble, infact all she did was fall asleep time to time but she did help us in a fight." March said.

"And she made The Captain of the Silvermane Guard begged for forgiveness." Stelle added. She chuckles at the memory, if only she recorded that so she can use it for blackmail purposes.

"Good thing she didn't cause a havoc. Get some rest on the Express. Jarilo-VI was not an easy ride." Welt said.

Some time later, The four of them saw You and Dan Heng came back here in the Express they noticed that you brought something.

"Dan Heng and Y/n! You two came back! Where were you two?" March asked.

"We went to the Underworld since Y/n didn't fully explored that place." Dan Heng replied.

"And I found this round yellow robot along the way. The robots from the planet we visited were bullying this robot." You said as you show them the robot you were holding.

"Is it alive?" Stelle asked.

"I don't know. I know nothing about humans advance modern technology." You deadpanned.

"Pom-Pom is of the opinion that we should leave as soon as possible to avoid potential resurgences of the anomalies we experienced earlier. Himeko and I agree." Welt said.

"Which means we need to decide where our next destination is, soon." Dan Heng said.

"That's right." Welt said.

"That's the path of the Nameless, I presume? Always on the road, always trailblazing..." March said.

Stelle and Dan Heng went silent and looked at March.

"I-I'm not complaining by the way! One adventure after another, that's exactly what I signed up for!" March assured them.

"Looks like March has fallen in love with the way of the Nameless. That's good to hear." Himeko said.

"You can head back to your rooms for some rest, or stay here and make yourselves a cup of coffee, whichever you like." She said.

"I'll head back to my room then." Dan Heng said as he went back to his room.

*Sighs* "There I was thinking this guy would open up..." March said.

*Chuckles* "We need to give him some, March. I think he treasures the time spent with you guys." Himeko said.

"Y/n, you are now officially a member here in the Astral Express." She said.

"Huh? I didn't agree to join here." You stated.

"But you didn't try to harm your teammates and helped them in a battle." Himeko said.

"I was only doing it just for her. And I made a promise to protect humanity." You said.

"It doesn't matter if you only do it for her, you showed yourself worthy to become a member. So, what do you say?" Himeko asked.

'This woman is way different from her counterpart...' You thought.

"Fine." You said not caring if you join or not.

"Good choice! Here I have a gift for you!" Himeko said as she handed you something.

You look at the phone and stare at it. "What's this?"

"A phone. You can use it for communication or you can play games on it. March will teach you how to use it." Himeko said.

"Don't worry Y/n! I'll teach you how to use it-" March was interrupted by her ringtone on her phone.

"I just got your messages~"

March blushed in embarrassment because of her ringtone. Stelle gave March a knowing look.

"Didn't know you played Mystic Messenger, an otome game. And you called me desperate." Stelle smirks at March.

"Ah I think I need to rest now! I'll teach you how to use your phone some time later Y/n!" March quickly left the lobby and went straight to her room.

"I'm going to my room." Stelle said as she left the lobby while playing Mystic Messenger, she's playing 707 route.

"Where do I sleep?" You asked the two adults in front of you.

"Mr.Yang and I prepared a room for you. Mr.Yang, kindly show Y/n to her room." Himeko said.

Welt nodded and he showed you where your room is. As the both of you went towards your room none of you spoke.

"This is your room." Welt opened the door as he showed you your bedroom.

You were awestruck at the sight of your bedroom, it reminds you of the ocean. You went inside to your room and looked around.

"If you need anything let me know." Welt said as he closed the door.

You put the round yellow robot and your phone on the side table near from your bed. You lied down on your bed and quickly fell asleep. A few minutes later the yellow robot opened its eyes and scanned the room.

"Where am I?"

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Was it worth it?

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Heaven was home. It was paradise. It was a place away from all the evil and sinful creatures in hell. So why were you here? A angel banished into the dreadful pits of hell to rot and die alone. Your wings, broken and the grace they once had gone, you didn't have a soft landing either. Everything was so dizzy, the cool air blowing against your cuts and the one only source of light was the moon up in the sky. Was this hell?

Honestly you didn't even care enough, you never really knew what hell looked like all you knew was that it was some fiery pit full of sinners. But there wasn't any fire? Maybe some places do? But it doesn't even matter. Turning your head away from the sky you managed to crawl over to a nearby tree. Setting yourself in a sitting up position as you hold your wounded arm. How did this even happen? You were the best angel, or you thought you were, following every rule and always obeying. But one rule, one stupidly easy rule you broke. Just the thought of it made you ashamed. So much happened within a day. If you had any energy to spare you would've been crying right now. This whole time while you were in your zone you hadn't even realised two people were walking over.

"What's a sweet thing like you doing here?" A voice spoke and a figure stood in front of you, staring down at your face. But you couldn't see them properly and you couldn't keep your eyes open for long you could feel yourself going unconscious. "Maybe a new toy?" The man or demon spoke in a rough tone. "No, a broken toy." Seonghwa got done on his knees and looked at you before his gaze fell to your wings. "Poor angel." He mumbled with a pout as he put his hand on your cheek and caressed your face gently. "What's an angel doing down here?" Hongjoong's voice was filled with suspicion.

"Hongjoong, you seriously think an unconscious and injured angel is dangerous? For goodness sake even if they weren't, look at us and then at them." Seonghwa scoffed at Hongjoong's suspicion. The two demons were interested in knowing why and how you got here but unlike Seonghwa he seemed to be more interested in finding out about you. "Let's just go, Seonghwa. We can take them with us." Seonghwa sighed at Hongjoong but he eventually listened and picked you up before heading off with Hongjoong to their castle.

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It didn't take long for you to wake up. The moment your eyes opened and you saw you were in some bedroom you immediately got up and studied your surroundings. You were in some bed, your wound now bandaged and your wings taken care of you. Well sort of. They were in a better state than before that's for sure, the features were damaged before and were blood stained.

But where were you? Your heart sunk in anxiety.

"Ah, I see you're awake. I was just about to check up on you, Angel." That same voice, you looked over to see a tall figure, it was Seonghwa. "I assume you're wondering who I am, where you are, and why you're here." His voice was smooth like honey as he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the bed. "Welcome to hell Angel. I'm Seonghwa and this is my castle." He trailed his fingers up your arm and then to your nose, giving you a quick bopped on the nose. Why was he acting like you were some child? "Now for why I brought you here, I couldn't simply leave a pretty thing like you all alone without anyone to save them." He chuckled but gave you a look that made you shiver.

"You're a demon aren't you?" You spoke up, speaking up made you realise how dry your throat and mouth was. You cleared your throat in this realisation, it made Seonghwa tisk at you and pass you a glass of water. "Yes I am. But not just any demon, my dear Angel. I'm the one who's running this place." When he said those words your heart stopped. So he was the one who was controlling things around here. You didn't know much about the rulers of hell. They never talked about hell in heaven after all. "You probably never heard of me though. So let me break it down for you hm? I rule hell along side my lover. He's a grumpy demon but, sweet in a way." He spoke so casually about his lover as he leaned back and gave you a smile. His energy, his aura, it just gave off lust. But at the same time he didn't seem so bad.

It wasn't until the door opened that it made you look away in an instant. "Seonghwa," Both you and Seonghwa looked over at the door to see a short demon come inside. "I thought we were supposed to talk to them together." Hongjoong gave a look to Seonghwa and this made Seonghwa give him an eye roll.

"This here is the lover I was talking about. Hongjoong, he was the one who took care of your wings just so you know." Seonghwa looked over at you and then at your wings. The way he looked at your wings, it looked like he felt pity for you. Hongjoong noticed his staring and he spoke up making Seonghwa come out of his thoughts. "Seonghwa." Hongjoong spoke with a sigh as he walked over to you and Seonghwa. He tisked before he looked over at you. Unlike Seonghwa his gaze seemed more intense like he was studying your every move. "You landed near our castle. And I want to know why an angel like you is in hell." Hongjoong didn't waste a second to ask your questions. If Seonghwa hadn't given a nudge to Hongjoong the demon wouldn't have stopped.

"I was banished.." You spoke up and looked down at your hands. You still hadn't gotten the time to process everything that happened. "Banished?" Seonghwa seemed surprised but he looked more curious now. "Banished." You repeated once again. There was a silence in the room before Hongjoong scoffed. "When was the last time we met a banished angel?" "Millions of years ago, actually maybe even more than that." It was obvious meeting a banished angel wasn't something they expected. They were right to think so, you were the first fallen angel since ages. It made you ashamed to think so and you clenched the duvet while you were reminded of your banishment once again.

"I understand that you might not feel comfortable to be here with two people you don't know but you will stay here. Even if you're banished you're still kind of an angel and some demons won't hesitate to do whatever they want with you." Seonghwa spoke up lifting your face so you could look at the look. His touch seemed gentle, he seemed gentle. Despite also being the ruler of hell. His thumb caressed your bottom lip as he looked at you. Do all demons act like this? Seonghwa's actions made Hongjoong glance at you but he didn't say anything. "If other demons won't hesitate, that means you two won't either." You spoke in a questioning tone and that ticked Hongjoong off, his tongue poking his cheek from the inside.

"If we wanted to do something we would've done so by now, darling." Hongjoong looked annoyed at your questioning. But Seonghwa only hummed and pulled his hand away from you. "And why are you being so touchy with this angel?" Hongjoong spoke up again this time looking at Seonghwa, with jealousy. "I can't admire our new toy?" "Toy?" You were confused at Seonghwa's words, he looked over at you and gave you a mischievous smile. "Don't think much about it." He patted your head as he got up and went away with Hongjoong following him.

You have questions but you can't get an answer. Seonghwa was right though, you should focus on resting. Your back was killing you and you could feel a headache starting to rise.

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"Are you trying to get in the sheets with that angel already? Aren't I enough?" Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa's wrist and looked at him annoyed. Seonghwa was so much taller than Hongjoong yet right now it looked like Hongjoong had control. "You are enough. But don't act like you aren't interested in 'that angel' either. Did you see how they looked?" He knew Hongjoong was also interested in you, it's been ages since something like this has happened after all. And goodness you looked like a beauty.

"Just keep your dick in your pants, Seonghwa." Hongjoong let go of Seonghwa's wrist and went away grumbling. Seonghwa only sighed at his lovers behaviour. "So possessive." Seonghwa mumbled, walking away as well.

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I actually wrote this and then deleted it later because I saw some mistakes and forgot to upload it again. So to anyone who read this already you can ignore it-

[ozarkthedog]

summary: joel & tess find you beaten and bloody on the streets in the q zone. they bring you to their place to nurse you back to health but when you try to leave they aren’t so quick to let you go.

warnings: soft!dark joel x afab!reader x softdark!tess. dubcon → noncon. mention of blood/injuries. drug use. threesome. stockholm syndrome. forced drugging. no beta.

word count: 5.0k

author’s note: barely read this over, sorry, i just wanted to get it posted. first time writing for joel & tess. hope people enjoy it! title & lyrics by Depeche Mode.

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

There'll be times, when my crimes Will seem almost unforgivable I give in to sin Because you have to make this life livable - Strangelove

A puddle drenches your shoe as you absentmindedly step into it splashing water up the back of your leg. If FEDRA hadn’t kept you working overtime you’d already be in the safety of your little studio apartment.

Damn FEDRA and their crappy ass street lights. Barely half of them were lit leaving the damp roads dark and gloomy and perfect for thieving or worse.

You’d made a life for yourself during the outbreak, kept mostly to yourself besides working and going on illegal runs from time to time. The few runs you did were with Joel and Tess, the couple all of QZ was afraid of and knew to keep on their good side. They looked out for you whenever you ran with them and slipped you ration cards or found supplies as payment. 

A dog barks in the distance and makes you look down the road you came up. A shadowy figure looms in the distance. They’re far enough to not cause trouble but you keep moving, even a bit faster now.

Your skin prickles as a cool breeze blows by. You hug yourself to keep warm and catch a glance over your shoulder again to find the stranger has gained on you. 

Your heart lodges in your throat and you break into an all-out sprint. Your lungs burn and you pray to make it home safe as the figures booming footfalls get louder and louder.

You round a corner too fast, digging your heels into the concrete when you spot a small, dark doorway perfect to hide in. You hold your breath and wait for the stranger to pass but they never do. 

Time drags on. You wait for as long as you can, willing your heart to slow before peeking around the brick wall. 

Suddenly you’re hit in the face with your eye socket taking the brunch of the blow. 

Searing pain erupts in your right eye and you yell as you collapse against the wall. You blindly strike out at the assailant, only catching a glimpse of an old gray bandana before something hard hits your ankle.

You scream in agony as the muscle and tendons tear from the bone forcing you to fall to the ground. A lone cement step slams against your temple on your way down and you drown in a sea of black.

 The first thing you notice is the pain. 

Your right eye socket feels like it wants to cave in and your ankle pounds like it has a pulse. You sleepily blink your eyes open, wincing at the sting in your right eye before rolling over in a bed that was much too big to be your own.

You sit up with a gasp, your ankle radiates with sharp, burning pain that makes you dizzy. You hear movement to your right as you collapse back onto the bed with a whimper.

“She’s awake.” A gruff, Texan accent states from across the room. 

More movement and then a warm hand smooths across your forehead. “Welcome back to the world of the living.” 

Your brow furrows at the woman standing over you. “Tess?” 

“You got quite the shinner.” The dirty blonde muses as she traces the raised flesh that surrounds your eye. 

You wince, pulling away from her touch. “What am I doing here?”  

She purses her lips at your tone. “We found you on our way home from a run last night. Took you in and cleaned you up.” She pauses as she looks over your wounds. “A thank you would be fucking nice.” 

Your jaw clenches. “Thanks.”

“What the hell were you doing out so late?” Joel grunts from his place at the foot of the bed. His hands fall to his hips and he sets his hard eyes on you. “Well?”

You fiddle with the blankets, close to cowering under their combined stares. “FEDRA kept us late. I had no choice.” You mutter, hating that you looked so weak in front of them. Bits and pieces from the assault flash across your mind causing tears to spring to the surface and make your eyes sting. Oh, how you wish you were in your own bed so you could cry in private.

Tess gathers you in her arms despite your protest. “Shh. None of that. You’re safe now.”

Joel steps around the bed and leans his hands on the edge. “Did you get a good look?”

The warmth coming from Tess makes you sleepy and you slowly shake your head. “No. It was too dark.” You exhale, as the room spins from the energy it took to have the small conversation.

Joel pushes himself away and drags a hand over his beard clearly perturbed as he stalks into the adjoining your before you hear a door slam shut.

Tess rocks you softly before turning you on your side. She drapes herself along your back spooning your frame as you fall into a deep sleep once again.

You awake a few hours later from a light, disorientated sleep with Tess still wrapped around you. 

It was strange being so close to the woman who made others in the QZ tremble with fear. She was a beautiful woman. Whenever you did a run with them you had to shut out your thoughts about her because many times just being in her presence made you feel like a kid with a schoolyard crush.

The front door opens softly and boots shuffle across the worn floor. Joel appears around the corner spotting your worried gaze instantly. 

Joel was not a man to cross. You knew little of his life before the outbreak and you really didn’t want to know. He was a guard dog with a permanent scowl. After every successful run with the pair, you hoped to see a little smile on the broad Texan but all you got was a silent nod of praise.

Joel removes his jacket and lays it over the foot of the bed. He’s wide awake with skin flushed and sweat peppering his forehead like he just came back from a fight. He had no wounds, at least that you could see, aside from red, swollen knuckles.   

He sinks into the bed with a groan. You’re forced to face him as Tess is plastered against your back, spooning your spine with her soft warmth.

“How’s the ankle?” he whispers, rolling onto his side to get a good look at you. His southern accent soothes your nerves like a hot cup of tea.

He seems to care which is odd considering he never paid much attention to you before. Many times you’d tripped and fallen while out with them and he barely looked back.  

You tuck your hands under your cheek with a pained sigh. “Fucking hurts. Like a butt load.” 

Joel scoffs at the silly remark but a light smirk tugs the corners of his lips. Your heart is close to beating out of your chest at the sight. 

His softening eyes scan your face carefully. “How long you been awake?”

“Not sure. The pain has kept me tossing and turning.” you exhale, shakily.

“Here,” he reaches into his pocket taking out a small, cracked pill. “Take this. It’ll help.” 

“What is it?” you reach for it, cautious to not wake Tess.

“Oxy.” He states casually before popping three of the broken pills himself and rolling onto his back.

You stare at him and then at the pill. “What’ll it do?”

“Help you sleep.” He grits before giving you a reassuring nod. “It’ll be okay.”

The bitterness makes you pull a face as swallow it down and Joel chuckles. “You’re not supposed to taste it.”

“Well, I normally take pills with water.” You grimace as the pill slowly slides down your throat. 

Joel sighs through his nose as he lays his right hand on your hip and lets it rest there. “Just relax. You’ll feel better once you sleep.”

Your skin burns under the weight of his hand and from the arm that Tess has strewn across your belly keeping you attached to her.

How did you end up here? Why are they doing this? You’re a nobody taking up space in a world that easily chews people up like you and spits them out.  

“Could we cut the fucking chatter now?” Tess grumbles and hugs you tighter to her body.

“Sorry.” You and Joel say in unison. 

You lay awake listening to the older pair breathe deeply until the drug takes effect and drags you into a dreamless state.

The bed is empty when you wake up the next day. It takes a moment to remember your surroundings as the drug slowly dissolves from your system. Dishes clash in the attached kitchen and catch your attention. You see Tess popping two slices of toast out of a toaster and depositing them on a plate before turning in your direction.

She gives you a soft smile when she sees you’re awake. You try to sit up but instantly stop when your ankle throbs forcing a pained whimper from your lips.

“Hey, take it easy.” Tess says curtly, grabbing you under the armpits and easily lifting you into a seated position at the head of the bed.

She sits next to you on the bed, leaning against the wall holding the plate of the delicious smelling toast. Despite the pain, your mouth is watering. 

“Are you hungry?” She asks as she tears into a slice of toast and brings it to your lips. 

You grab at the slice but she snatches it away with a “tsk”. “I don’t want you over-exerting yourself. Just relax.” She gives you a pointed look when you roll your eyes but you give in when your belly rumbles.

“Good girl.” She smirks at your submission and slowly feeds you bite after bite of the dry toast.

“How’d you sleep?” Tess asks as she drapes an arm around your shoulder. Her warmth slightly eases your suffering making you melt into her side.

“Not so good. My ankle kept me up.” You grumble into her shoulder. “But Joel gave me something and that helped me sleep for a few hours.”

Tess rests her chin on your head and smiles into your hairline. “You should take another one. Make sure you keep up with it so the pain doesn’t get too bad.”

She leaves the bed for a moment, placing the dirty dish in the sink before coming back with a glass of water and the familiar pill except this one isn’t cracked in half. “Drink up.”

You swallow the med without thought as your ankle rages. “How many of those do you have? I don’t want to be taking your stash. I don’t have enough to pay you back.” You ask, concerned.

“Hush.” The older woman waves away your worry and plants herself next to you once more. “The pain meds help keep you relaxed and that’s all we want.” Her tone hints at something more but you’re too distracted by the pain to notice.

You anxiously play with the worn seam of the blanket, looking for the right words when suddenly you blurt out. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you and Joel.” Your face heats to a million degrees and you want to sink into the bed and disappear. 

“Hey, no need to say anything.” Tess soothes your worry with a gentle touch to your cheek. “You’re safe, now. You’ll always be safe with us.”

Her smell invades your brain and you want to wrap yourself around her. The drug invades your blood and makes your brain and coherent thought hazy. You no longer feel any pain, only the softness of Tess.

You turn your body into hers and lay your head on her chest breathing deeply. “Mmm, nice. This nice.” You mumble. “Sooo soft and pretty.”

Your head bounces against her chest as she chuckles at your drugged statement. “Yeah? You think I’m pretty?”

Her lips curl into a grin as you dumbly nod and look up at her. She gazes at your slackened features, knowing you weren’t in your right mind and kisses you anyways. A satisfied sigh puffs from your lips against hers as she deepens the kiss.

Your hands fist her shirt with a ragged moan as you simultaneously melt into the caress and feel yourself being dragged into a deep slumber. 

Tess breaks the kiss and rubs the frown of wrinkles from your forehead. “Shhh. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

By the third day, they let you eat at the table. 

Joel easily carried you over to the small dining set and placed you in the chair as if you were made of porcelain. He propped your injured ankle on his thigh while the three of you ate mostly in silence until Tess mentioned that they had to make a run outside the QZ for a few hours.

“I can head home when you guys leave.” You suggested, taking a long sip of water as you washed down the oxy that Joel had given to you. “Best I got out of here anyways.”

Tess chuckled and shook her head. “How the hell are you going to get around on that?” She nods towards your maimed foot.

You hadn’t thought that through. 

“Well, I -” you stumble looking for an answer when Tess cuts you off. “You’ll stay here for as long as it takes for that ankle to heal.” 

Joel stays quiet but sends you a soft smile and rests a reassuring hand over your swollen limb. “I left a few pills on the nightstand to get you through the day.” He says, tenderly as he stands and carefully lays your injured foot on the seat.

“Don’t be stupid and try to leave. We know where you live.” Tess quips with a wink before she and Joel step into the hallway and lock the door behind them.  

You spend most of the day in the single chair by the window letting the sun warm your bones while you read one of the random books they stowed away. You get around with a single crutch Joel brought home the morning after they rescued you.

You hop from the tiny living room to the kitchen to the bathroom whenever you needed it. You could barely put any pressure on your swollen foot without it screaming. Those little pills called out to you as your ankle felt like it had a pulse of its own. 

You hopped over and sat down on the mattress before picking up two of the pills and swallowing them down.

You lay back on the bed with a sigh and shut your eyes waiting for the pain to diminish. The sheets smell of Joel and Tess. His woodsy musk mixed with her surprisingly sweet scent drove you mad. Being alone in the apartment without them made your body hurt.

Bright, euphoric light began pouring into your veins as the oxy swan through your system. You laugh and curl into a ball on top of the comforter. Your brain feels like a balloon floating in the air as your body warms under the effect of the drug. 

You press your face into the sheets, conjuring up explicit images of Joel fucking Tess into the mattress. His muscles bulge with every thrust as she bucks against his cock, taking him deeper and deeper. 

You longed to know what it was like to be with them. What it felt like to be under Tess’s fingers and to feel Joel’s cock tear you open.

Your cunt clenches at the wicked thought and you grind yourself against the bedspread desperate for the tiniest relief. A wanton moan falls from your lips as the pleasure takes shelter in the base of your spine.

“My, my. What did we stumble onto?” Tess muses from her spot on the wall. You jolt and let out a shocked scream at the sudden intrusion. From her relaxed stance, it seems like she’d been there for a while. 

Your face swelters with embarrassment. You can’t meet her eyes as you try to right your clothing but make a shit show of it and collapse back onto the bed. 

“Awe, don’t hide on me now.” Tess stalks over and lifts your chin. She notices your glazed eyes and smirks. “Feelin’ pretty good, huh?”

You silently nod in her hold as the apartment door opens and familiar boots shuffle across the floor. The world spins as she molds herself to your side. “Those pills can sure make someone complaint.” She draws deft patterns on your belly, catching her fingers on your exposed skin making you moan from the light contact.

You shamelessly shove her fingers toward your aching core not aware of the broad man standing at the foot of the bed. Tess presses her lips to yours as she slides her hand beneath your panties. You both groan into one another when she finds your slick petals warm and weeping. 

“Seems like you were having a good time.” Tess glides her fingers through the sticky slice of you. Your hips rise off the bed as she drags languid circles around your clit making you whimper. “What were you thinking about?”

You whine and shove your face into her neck. “Go on. Tell me.”

It surprises you how quickly you fall in line for her. “You and Joel.” Your heart beats rapidly against you profess your desires. 

“Me and Joel…” Tess drags out the words forcing you to continue.

“Making me yours.” You moan before your spine bows with a torn gasp as Tess slowly presses her fingers into your pussy.

“Such a good girl.” Tess praises with a sigh as your body curls into her touch. “Isn’t she being so good for us, Joel?” 

Your cunt quivers at the mention of the man. Was he here the whole time?  

“Joel?” Your voice is a lithe whine as you blindly search for him with an outstretched arm, grasping at nothing but air. 

 “I’m here, Sweetheart.” A large, rough hand smothers your smaller one, encasing it completely in his hold. He gives your hand a squeeze and you purr from the simple, affection. Your big doe eyes meet his ravenous ones as they watch with fascination as your features twist in pleasure.

Your mind drowns in foggy arousal but every touch from Tess sets your nerves on fire. Heat rises in your belly as she plays with your cunt, drawing lewd gasps from your lips as she scissors your channel with expertise.

“You gonna let Joel and I fuck you? Make this tight cunt ours?” Tess asks as she settles her thumb over your clit and elicits frantic moans of approval from you despite your drugged state of mind. 

A dark growl sounds from above you. In a flash, your panties are torn from your hips, and your thighs are spread wide as Joel sinks between your legs. He latches his mouth to your searing center and all-out groans. 

You whimper in shock and sink your fingers into his salt-and-pepper tresses as he drags his tongue up your slit. Joel wraps his lips around your clit and sucks the tiny nub into his mouth producing a high-pitched whine from your open mouth. 

“Fuck she tastes good, Tess.” Joel mumbles into your sticky heat. “Just like we hoped.” A thick finger slides between your petals and curves along your channel making your spine arch as he finds what he was searching for and zeros in on it.

Your eyes find Tess as she sucks on her damp, slick coated fingers. “You gonna come for us, Sweetheart?” 

You dumbly nod. “I– yes, please. Can’t stop–” You stumble and moan as the pleasure crests. His tongue thrusts into your heat and unabashedly laves at your sweet hole. 

“Come on my tongue, pretty girl. Wanna drink you down.” Joel commands. He curls his fingers deep inside your cunt forcing you to the edge as you shatter around him. You come with a ragged shout, creaming all over his fingers and bearded jaw.

You come back to yourself just as something soft and unyielding prods your folds and ever so slowly pushes into your heat. The stretch is immense and painful. You’d gone so long without sex you’d forgotten how much prep you needed. 

“Fuck- she’s fucking tight, Tess.” Joel grunts, withdrawing his hips before carefully driving back into your soaked heat. “Don’t know how long I’ll last.”

Your body jolts with every powerful drive from the older man as he fucks you open. His cock drags blissfully against your walls; grazing your cervix with sharp kisses making you writhe and gasp from the massive intrusion.

“Don’t worry,” Tess says as she runs a hand through Joel’s graying hair. “This is just the beginning.” She smiles down at your worn state before laying down and cradling your head in her lap. 

Tess looks like an angel from where you’re laying. Everything feels like a dream as the overwhelming sensations of delight escalate. Joel’s hips punch the breath from your lungs with every drive as Tess holds you lovingly and whispers praises from above.

Your clit is overused and sensitive as Tess circles the tiny pearl pushing you closer to the edge. Your cunt milks his thick length forcing his hips to stutter as he buries himself as deep as he can go.

“You look so good between us, Sweetheart.” Tess comments with a tender smile. “Come on his cock. Wanna watch you come.” She lands a rapid succession of meaningful smacks to your clit forcing your body to convulse from the rough treatment.

“Shit– shit–” Joel curses with a hiss. His cock swells as your body locks around his girth with a hoarse shout. You tumble into the dark abyss you’ve come to know since being taken in by the pair.

You wake up the next day in the usual amount of pain but now the pain registers between your legs. Worry spikes in your belly as you cup yourself, did Joel come inside you? You had passed out before he finished. He wouldn’t have been so stupid, right?

The apartment was quiet. They must have gone out. You wince as you sit up, your body is tired and exhausted. Your brain pounds behind your eyes as you hold it in your hands before spying a note on the side table next to the bed.

Tess had scribbled a short note saying they had to go on a quick run and that they’d be back around 11am. She mentioned you should take a pill as soon as you woke to ease any pain caused by last night. She signed the note with two XXs.  

Your first instinct after reading the letter was to take some of the pills they’d left for you but a nagging feeling in your gut made you pause. 

You didn’t know what to make of this situation. Sure, you had a crush on the couple but you weren’t looking for a relationship. You enjoyed being on your own despite the loneliness from time to time. Your heart couldn’t bear to lose anyone else after losing so much after the outbreak.

There was no point in staying here any longer since you could stand on your two feet. Granted putting half the amount of pressure on your injured ankle made your nerves pulse in pain. Still, you’d made it this far in the Q Zone without them, you could survive an injured foot.

You glanced at the clock, it was 9:30am. It was now or never.

Carefully, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and threw on your shirt. With shaky hands, you slowly slid your legs into your pants and grabbed the single crutch leaning next to the bed. 

Your body screams for the pain meds but you will yourself to move despite the pain. The urge to cease the pain and to quell the tremble from not having the drug in your system got louder and louder the closer you got to the door.

You twist the doorknob even though it’s locked. You give it a tug and then a hard yank but still met with resistance. Nervous energy spikes in your veins making you feel trapped like an animal in a cage. 

You pound your fists against the door, shouting nonsense at the top of your lungs when suddenly the door opens and you’re shoved to the ground as Joel and Tess step into the apartment.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tess rushes over to you looking concerned as she helps you from the floor. 

Once you have a solid footing you shove her away. She reaches for you despite your obvious animosity. “What’s gotten into you, Sweetheart? 

“I want to go home.” You state, wiping tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. “Just let me fucking go home.”

Tess sighs through her nose and looks at Joel. He looks irate as he wipes his hands with an old gray bandana. Your brows furrow, knowing you’d seen that bandana before but you couldn’t place it. You’ve never been on the opposite side of that look and now you know why so many cower before him.

“You want to leave so bad? Then go.” Joel spits angrily, pointing towards the door. 

Your eyes flick between freedom and the couple. You hated how they made you feel guilty about wanting to go home.

You don’t look back or waste another second as you rush toward freedom when suddenly your world comes crashing down when Joel yanks the crutch from your hold.

“What the fuck, Joel?” You shout as you almost fall onto the ground. You gain your balance on your good foot and state at him incredulously.

“This is our crutch.” He says before tossing it somewhere in the room behind him. “You get your own.”

Anger flairs in your heart but doubt sinks heavily in your belly. There was no way you would make it all the way back to your apartment on one foot. You grit your teeth in frustration and slam your hand into the wall.

Still, you try and break free from their prison. 

You hop quickly to the door, reaching for the frame as Joel wraps a strong arm around your midsection. He covers your open mouth muffling your screams. He slams the door shut with his foot before dragging you across the apartment not caring if you hit your ankle as you try to wiggle yourself free.

He sits on the corner of the bed with you in a bear hug, locking your arms to your side with his much larger ones. 

“Why do you want to leave? Haven’t we done enough for you?” Tess asks softly, cupping your face in her hands. “You wouldn’t survive a minute out there.”

You try to shake free but Joel was a solid rock behind you. Your face burns with frustration. “I got by fine for years without you!” Tears prick your eyes as you stand your ground. 

Tess smooths a hand down your cheek. She looks disappointed. It gnaws at your belly as you lean into her caress. “Why won’t you stay?”

You blink up at her with a sigh. “I’m indebted to you both. You know that.” You suck in a shaky breath. “But I can take care of myself.”

Tess slowly nods. She shares a look with the gruff man holding you in place before walking into the kitchen. 

You make another go at escape, slamming your elbow back into Joel’s ribs. He chuckles at your feeble attempts before tightening his grip making your bones ache under the pressure.

“Joel, please. I’ll be fine.” You plead as you turn and stare up at the bearded man with doe eyes.

He looks you over carefully, his brown eyes have turned a murky black. “We can’t chance it, Sweetheart.” He shakes his head. “We can’t bare to lose you.”

Tess comes back holding something in her hand. “You’ll feel better after you take this.” She says calmly as her fingers dig into your cheeks trying to pry your mouth open.

“No!” You cry, slamming your head into Joel’s shoulder.

Tess presses cruelly on your tendons, making you whimper as you struggle in vain against the pair.

Joel widens his legs sitting you between his thighs as he locks his booted feet around your shoeless ones leaving you open and exposed. You scream as your ankle pounds under the weight of his leg.

He easily restrains your failing limbs with one arm. “Come on, Sweetheart. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” His chest rumbles against your back as he holds your fighting body tighter. 

Your eyes go wide as saucers when Joel pinches your nose shut. Your breath catches in your throat creating a deep stutter of a noise. 

“Just give in. Be good for us.” Joel urges as his whiskers graze the shell of your ear.

Your heart pounds against your chest. Blood boils in your lungs. There was no way out of this. 

“We know what’s best for you,” Tess warns with a sly smile. “You’ll be safe and sound here with us.” 

The room starts to spin. The lack of air smothers your nerves, and a horrid whine bubbles up the back of your throat as you feel the blackness creep in.

“For fuck’s sake.” Tess swears before releasing her grip on your jaw. “Just remember you did this to yourself.” 

The older woman sucker punches you square in the gut. You double over with a sick gag before Tess grabs you by the hair and shoves the pill in your gasping mouth.

You cough and sputter from the intrusion of the pill as she clamps her hand over your mouth. The bitterness of the pill makes you gag as it dissolves on your tongue and drips down your throat.    

“Swallow, Sweetheart. Swallow.” Joel commands softly as he rubs the column of your throat forcing the pill down your gullet.

Tears spill freely down your cheeks as the pair hold you in their arms. They set their sights on your long ago. It was only a matter of time before they had you forever.

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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in March 2024 🌈

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❤️ Shift: A Memoir of Identity and Other Illusions - Penny Guisinger 🧡 Tempting Olivia - Clare Ashton 💛 Monilinia - Free Mints 💚 Guillaume - Aurora Dimitre 💙 The Marble Queen - Anna Kopp & Gabrielle Kari 💜 The Baker & the Bard - Fern Haught ❤️ Rainbow! - Sunny & Gloom 🧡 The Safe Zone - Amy Marsden 💛 The Weavers of Alamaxa - Hadeer Elsbai 💙 The No-Girlfriend Rule - Christen Randall 💜 A Different Kind of Brave by Lee Wind 🌈 Cirque du Slay - Rob Osler ❤️ Wizard’s Debt - Niranjan 🧡 One Last Breath - Ginny Myers Sain 💛 Nothing Special - Katie Cook 💚 I Feel Awful, Thanks - Lara Pickle 💙 The Tower - Flora Carr 💜 Be the Sea - Clara Ward ❤️ What Grows in the Dark - Jaq Evans 🧡 Heirs of Bone and Sea - Kay Adams 💛 The Haunting of Velkwood - Gwendolyn Kiste 💙 Thunder Song - Sasha taqwšəblu LaPointe 💜 Mona of the Manor - Armistead Maupin 🌈 Like Happiness - Ursula Villarreal-Moura

❤️ Ellipses - Vanessa Lawrence 🧡 Saint, Sorrow, Sinner - Freydís Moon 💛 Blood & Brujas - Mikayla D. Hornedo 💚 Infinity Kings - Adam Silvera 💙 Really Cute People - Markus Harwood-Jones 💜 How You Were Born - Kate Cayley ❤️ These Bodies Between Us - Sarah Van Name 🧡 Icarus - K. Ancrum 💛 The Emperor and the Endless Palace - Justinian Huang 💙 How Not to Date an Angel - Lana Kole 💜 Enemy Colours - R.M. Olson 🌈 Broken Parts Included - Alyson Root

❤️ Who's Afraid of Gender? - Judith Butler 🧡 The Duke’s Cowboy - Andrew Grey 💛 The Secret Something - Emily Wright 💚 Colstead & Andie - Olivia Janae 💙 Play It Again, Ma’am - Sienna Waters 💜 Love Is…? - K.J. Wrights ❤️ Welcome to Forever - Nathan Tavares 🧡 Just Another Epic Love Poem - Parisa Akhbari 💛 The Phoenix Bride - Natasha Siegel 💙 These Letters End in Tears - Musih Tedji Xaviere 💜 Truly Home - J.J. Hale 🌈 Monster Mixer - Robin Jo Margaret

❤️ The House of Hidden Meanings - RuPaul 🧡 Promised to the Queen - Barbara Winkes 💛 A Conclave of Crimson - Nicole Eigener & Beverley Lee 💚 A Hunt of Blood and Iron - Cara Nox 💙 The Fealty of Monsters - Ladz 💜 Ariel Crashes a Train - Olivia A. Cole ❤️ Those Beyond the Wall - Micaiah Johnson 🧡 Dancing Toward Stardust - Julia Underwood 💛 Heir to Dreams & Darkness - Ben Alderson 💙 Comet Cruise - Niska Morrow 💜 Dead Girls Walking - Sami Ellis 🌈 Blackout - Carlos E. Rivera

❤️ Monster Crush - Erin Ellie Franey 🧡 Blessed Water - Margot Douaihy 💛 These Fragile Graces, This Fugitive Heart - Izzy Wasserstein 💚 Kiss of Seduction - Rawnie Sabor 💙 Sunbringer - Hannah Kaner 💜 Evacuation to Love - C.A. Popovich ❤️ Sin - Brooke Matthews 🧡 Falls from Grace - Ruby Landers 💛 Lean in to Love - Catherine Lane 💙 A Small Apocalypse - Laura Chow Reeve 💜 Cascade Failure - L.M. Sagas 🌈 The Mars House - Natasha Pulley

❤️ All This Time - Sage Donnell 🧡 The Romance Lovers Book Club - MA Binfield 💛 View from the Top - Morgan Adams 💚 Number Call - Nagisa Furuya 💙 Crossing Bridges - Chelsey Lynford 💜 The Boyfriend Subscription - Steven Salvatore ❤️ Love the World or Get Killed Trying - Alvina Chamberland 🧡 Synthetic Sea - Franklyn S. Newton 💛 The Prince & His Stolen Groom - J.E. Ridge 💙 Chrysalis and Requiem - Quinton Li 💜 Where Sleeping Girls Lie - Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé 🌈 A Botanical Daughter - Noah Medlock

❤️ Wednesday Nights - by Donna Jay 🧡 The Woods All Black - Lee Mandelo 💛 Song of the Huntress - Lucy Holland 💚 Rainbow Black - Maggie Thrash 💙 Spirits & Sunflowers - A.D. Armistead & Austin Daniel 💜 Floating Hotel - Grace Curtis ❤️ Far From Camelot - Rylee Hale 🧡 This Way to Change - Jezz Chung 💛 Mexican Bird - Luis Lopez-Maldonado 💙 Android Affection: Unveiling - Beau Van Dalen 💜 Welcome to the Damned - Astraea Long 🌈 She Came for Blood - Darva Green

❤️ Cover Story - Rachel Lacey 🧡 The Poisons We Drink - Bethany Baptiste 💛 The Perfect Guy Doesn't Exist - Sophie Gonzales 💚 In Walked Trouble - Dana Hawkins 💙 Never Leave, Never Lie - Thea Verdone 💜 Guardian: Zhen Hun - Priest ❤️ All the World Beside - Garrard Conley 🧡 Rainbows, Unicorns, and Triangles - Jessica Kingsley Publishers 💛 The Feast Makers - H.A. Clarke 💙 Synthetic Sea - Franklyn S. Newton 💜 All the Painted Stars - Emma Denny 🌈 A Hard Sell - Jennifer Moffatt

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Chapter 2: Welcome to the new Deja Vu

Ships: Peter/El/Neal, past Keller/Neal/Kate Rating: Mature->Explicit: violence & sexual content Trigger Warnings: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pre-Poly/Eventual Polyamory, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Season 1 & 2 rewrite, Protective Peter Burke, Awesome Elizabeth Burke, Bisexual Neal Caffrey, Past Matt/Kate/Neal, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

“So uh, you said something, a couple weeks ago I wanted to follow up about.”

Neal smirks and turns his full attention toward Peter. It must be good if its making him flush this much. 

“Am I under oath?”

“No, nothing like that,” Peter laughs, “um, you said you preferred men, because of their um, intentions.”

“I did,” Neal nods. 

“Yeah…” Peter exhales. 

“Is there a question in there somewhere Detective?”

“So you're…” 

“Not the biggest fan of labels,” Neal finishes. “Yeah. But do I think you and your wife are both incredibly sexy? Fuck yes.”

“Alright,” Peter pivots, “that's enough.”

Neal laughs. 

“You asked!”

“And I’m regretting it now...”

“Sure you are Peter,” Neal chuckles, riding the high of the unexpected ego boost. “Well,” he says, raising his foot until he could expose the ankle monitor, “you know where to find me if you ever want to step outside of your comfort zone.”

**11/19 Edit, I added another small scene because it didn't make sense to start ch 3 with!!

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You're Beary Cute

Paring: Gaz x Reader (Gender neutral- No use of pronouns for reader)

Summary: Reader has a "little" crush on Gaz and finds a way to tell him without actually telling him. Valentines themed (I know its way late for Valentines day but shushhhhh enjoy the oneshot) 

Wordcount: 1,669

Warnings: none- super fluffy                                             There are switches in focus from Reader to Gaz but it's still second person narration stuff (Tilde symbol  ~ indicating the switch) 

As the new rookie to the 141 you where met with both warm welcome, Gaz overjoyed at not being the baby of the group anymore and Soap excited to have someone who wasn't aware of the slightly dangerous pranks he liked to pull, and just simple welcomes, Ghost not wanting to get to close (you wore him down eventually) and Price afraid to drag another "kid" in the world of the 141. After several months of being with the unit the novelty began to fade away, although with Soap gaining a partner in crime it never fully fizzled out.

 Proving that you could pull you weight in the team, you gained respect from Ghost and got access to the inner circle. Knowing the others secrets meant that you had to return a few in trade, which unfortunately for you where all more embarrassing than anything else. One late night at a bar after you had a few to many, the team realized you weren't lying about the failed dog walker business you had as a teenager that resulted in you falling into a fountain after tripping on a leash. Or how you got banned from the Zoo after teaching the chimpanzees a vulgar hand sign. Or the accidental Big Foot sighting that got on the news in your home town. (It had just been you covered in mud after a camping trip that had gone wrong.)

The one secret you wished to keep, that was actually so painfully obvious to everyone except Soap, was your crush on Gaz. Price was the first to figure it out early on as you attempted to save yourself after turning red and stuttering while Gaz was helping you study flight manuals. Ghost later caught you "zoning out" in Gaz's direction during a collective gym workout session, chuckling at your poor excuse, he agreed not to say anything. Gaz, oblivious as ever, never seemed to notice or believe the gentle teases from the others.  

Currently, while on down time after a mission, you where ranting to Price in his office about the situation after he brought up the approaching holiday. You softly kick the door closed as you set down the box of files you helped him carry in, "I've tried EVERYTHING-"

"Except confessing." 

"Movie night failed-" 

"I thought you host one like every week?" 

"Well yea, but it was meant to be a soft entry confession thing but Soap CRASHED IT!" 

You yelled out the last part in exasperation, flopping down on the small sofa Price kept in the room. The door creaked open, "Crashed what?", Soap asked sticking his head in. Price looked up from the papers and huffed, slight annoyance was written all over his face. You go to shove Soap's face out of the doorway, "Nothing! Go away it's dad advice time". 

He held up a file with a smirk on his face, "Oh my bad, I guess I'll have to do paper work later." Turning and leaving the door wide open just to piss you off, Soap sauntered away.  

"When did I become- you know what I don't want to know..." Price muttered getting up from his desk and walking out into the common area. Following him out you continued talking,  "Even if I do say something, what then? like I can't go anywhere if it all goes wrong, maybe I can transfer or something, going MIA would be even better- Hey what?" Stopping midway through as Price turned around and directly walked back into his office again. 

"You'll figure it out, you're smart." He stated with a smile, before closing the door in your face. 

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Opening the door to leave for his morning run, Gaz looks down at the objects sitting in front of the entry, a single rose and a giant Ferrero Rocher. Looking around he saw that everyone else also had gifts with a rose in front of their doors, Soap had Biscoff chocolate bar, Ghost had a chili chocolate, Price had a coffee chocolate, and you had a bag of gummy worms. Picking his up, he felt a small lump on the underside of the base, flipping it over he saw that there was a hidden pocket containing a note of a single word: Tank.  

A smile formed on his face as a blip of realization hit, every morning for his run he passes by the old retired tank south of the base. Going to put up the rose and the chocolate, he shoved the note in his pocket and left for his jog. 

Reaching his destination faster than usual, Gaz stopped to take a breath squatting by the old machine. Something glinting in the low light of the sun rise caught his attention, walking over to the edge of the tank, hanging from the main gun was a small silver key with another note: Roof

~

Preparing for room checks was a boring but slightly cathartic part of your routine, making sure that everything was clean and organized kept your space peaceful in comparison to the chaos of the missions the unit was sent on. Moving to open the door to sweep, you slipped on something causing you to nearly miss slamming your head on the door nob and landing right on your ass. Checking the bottom of your boot, you saw a heart cut out of construction paper with words scribbled on the front. 

 Warehouse #34  1800 hrs.

~

Entering the common area, Gaz sees most of the unit up and sitting around the table. Soap was already eating his chocolate bar while Price and Ghost where drinking from mugs. "What you'd get?" Price asked watching Gaz grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Just a chocolate." He answered, not noticing the glance between Price and Ghost, as he walked over to the door that lead to the roof.  "Finally gonna jump?" Ghost called out as Gaz climb the stairs, Gaz not bothering to respond in the hurry to find the next note.

Pushed against the corner of the rail guard, was a black storage box padlocked with a lock and chain. Pulling out the key, Gaz opened it to find a package wrapped completely in duct tape and wires. Barley touching a wire caused a small beep altering him to a timer stuck under the lid. The timer began counting down from 10 seconds, scrambling to figure out the "bomb" Gaz stepped back as the box went off. A mini cloud of glitter exploded within the box, picking up the package he unwraps it. The box was folded in plastic wrap so the duct tape wouldn't ruin the cardboard box, holding it with a smile Gaz looked down at the Lego orchid botanical set.

~

"Whatcha thinking about?" Soap sat down on the table next to you, his voice cutting through the haze you where in. "Nothing, just tired." You responded sitting up, hand in your pocket holding on to the note. You had been sitting there, staring at the clock counting down the minutes until six o'clock. 

Finally finding an excuse to leave you get up, "Shit, I forgot to refill my med pack.". You walk over to your room and grab a bag. "It's probably to late for the nurse's station, they've all gone home by now." Soap responded, too distracted by his phone to give to much notice. 

You ran out the door, calling out behind you, "I'll just go check the warehouse, better be safe than sorry." Quickly jogging to the building, you paused before entering. 

What if it was it wasn't what you had wanted?

Walking in, you see a table in the middle of the room sitting on the table was a massive bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear holding a paper heart: Build me? 

A clang from the side of the building makes you turn to the noise, "Some bloody idiot-" Gaz muttered tripping over a toolbox someone had left out. "Hey, sorry I tried to get here, Price was going on about incident reports for so long and I didn't want to be rude, anyways-" He stops rambling as you pick up the bear. 

"You uh mentioned wanting a build a bear date one time, so I thought-" He was nervously picking at his fingers, occasionally looking between you and the bear. 

"Gaz come here-" You chuckle, holding your arms out to him. He smiles and completes the hug, "So I take it you like the gift?"

"I love it, did you get mine?" 

"yea, did you make the glitter bomb yourself?" 

"I asked Soap to teach me a while back, sorry there wasn't more puzzles, I only had so much time in between missions and -" This time it was his turn to shut you up from your anxious ramblings, "It was perfect, although soap could have taught you a little better" 

"Yea, lets blame him for that" 

You could feel his movements as he laughed, still holding onto you he leans in before kissing you, "So me, you, build-a-bear Thursday?" You nod in response pulling him to you, occasionally breaking away to breath and smile as he playfully huffed in anger when you broke the kiss.

Attempting to back away (You could only move so far as Gaz wouldn't let you out of arms reach still holding on to you) You look at him, jokingly scolding him for the earlier incident he caused, "you know that stupid ass- I mean sweet note you slipped under the door gave me the biggest bruise on my ass.".

"oh really it did?" Gaz laughed again, a mischievous grin growing on his face as his hands snaked down to the injured area.  "Maybe I can help with that." 

"You sure can." 

I needed to write something cute after the angsty Price X Reader fic lmao  

It was going to be an x male reader but when writing it there was no pronouns or descriptions needed for reader, so might as well make it for everyone. 

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